Villain: Whitewashing life, the queens turned against the water

Chapter 124: Wu Tribe Tribe, Secret Technique of the Living Dead!!

Beyond the bronze ancient mirror.

At this moment, I don’t know how many cultivators scolded the mother.

“This old man is really a lion who opens his mouth, and when he opens his mouth, he will have three percent of his heart and blood!”

“If you want to say that I, this old man is talking nonsense, where in this world is there a way for the living dead, even if there is, how can he know.”

“Yes, that’s right. However, it seems that the Heavenly Emperor will not agree, three percent essence blood, there is no guarantee whether the news said by this old guy is true, and the Heavenly Emperor is not a fool. ”

“In my opinion, the Heavenly Emperor directly suppressed him. There is only a remnant soul left of this old thing, but it still lives forever, and such an existence must spare its life very much, and it will be threatened by its life, so I don’t believe him and don’t say it. ”

Someone retorted: “This kind of existence is the best skin, if you really want to coerce, you will not say it even if you die.” ”

“What’s more, he will dissipate between heaven and earth in the near future, the essence and blood of the Heavenly Emperor is his last hope, and if he has not received hope, how can he say it? Do you really think that such existence is a fool? ”

There was a lot of discussion among the group cultivators.

But in the next moment, the expressions on everyone’s faces suddenly froze.

But seeing Gu Changqing, he almost did not hesitate.

Directly condensed a few drops of heart essence blood.

The blood was purple, the divine pattern overflowed, and the surrounding was filled with terrifying and endless coercion, in the void space, slowly rotating, and the terrifying aura suppressed the time and space between the heaven and the earth.

Outside the bronze ancient mirror, the eyes of all the cultivators suddenly shrank at this moment.

“Heavenly Emperor, he really changed…”

“Just for the glimmer of hope?”

Everyone was in disbelief.

At this moment, Bai Su’s eyes flickered, and his gaze looked at Bai Qinger.

There was a trace of envy in those eyes.

After blending with the memories of the past, she originally thought that in Gu Changqing’s heart, her status was the highest.

But he never thought that this woman named Bai Qing’er would have a status equal to her in Gu Changqing’s heart.

But then, her gaze darkened again.

Compared to this woman’s irrevocable, she is indeed a lot bleaker.

They all have a blood feud with their loved ones, and it seems that Bai Qing’er, a woman, is even worse than the blood feud she bears.

But after all, he couldn’t be like her, desperate for the Heavenly Emperor.

Among bronze ancient mirrors.

The old man obviously did not expect that this star carrying a bronze ancient coffin, which made many forbidden areas and immortal realms fearful, would be so decisive.

In his mind, after he said this condition, he must have some coercion.

Unexpectedly, this star was so decisive.

The old man put away the essence of his heart, glanced at Gu Changqing with complicated eyes, and said, “Since you believe in the old man so much, the old man will not lie to you.” ”

“Have you ever heard of the Wu Clan?”

The old man first asked, and then he said in a deep voice: “In that barbarous land of the southern frontier, among the mountains of 100,000 li, there is a tribe hidden, called the Wu Clan. ”

“The Wu people have lived in that mountain for generations.”

“When the old man was young, he passed there and saw with his own eyes, the patriarch of the Wu clan, who condenses the three souls and seven spirits for people, and opposes the living dead!”

“In this world, the living dead are an unprecedented move against the sky, so this incident is very impressive to the old man.”

Gu Changqing’s face turned pale, and when he heard the old man’s words, his body was stunned: “Thank you.” ”

He dropped two words, tore through the void and left.

Behind him, facing this man who gave himself three percent of his heart and blood, and thanked himself when he left.

The old man also had a complicated face, standing there, not moving for a long time.

Among the 100,000 mountains.

Gu Changqing moved forward through thorns and thorns.

In front of him was an endless forest.

Here the forest is deep and dense, the plants are thick and terrible, there is smoke and poisonous miasma everywhere, and the forest poisonous insects and beasts do not know geometry.

In this dense mountain forest, I don’t know how long I walked.

Gu Changqing’s eyes finally brightened, and a vast tribe came into his eyes.

Bronze ancient mirror outside.

The cultivators stared at the tribe where Gu Changqing belonged, their eyes moved.

A cultivator spoke, “I have heard of the Wu Clan. ”

“This is a very small race in my Beixuan Continent.”

“According to legend, in that mountain, a terrifying existence is sealed, known as the witch god.”

“The witch god is an extremely terrifying primeval existence, fierce and monstrous, once born, it will be a floating corpse, and all living beings will become puppets of the witch god.”

“Wu cultivators rely on absorbing the power of the witch god to strengthen themselves, and their destiny is to suppress the witch god for generations.”

Listening to the cultivator’s words, the group of cultivators’ eyes were a little moved.

Although the cultivators of this world, although the strong can burn mountains and boil the sea, annihilating immeasurable stars with a snap of their fingers, such a thing as immortality and resurrection is undoubtedly the shackles of this world.

Even if it is as strong as the Great Emperor, it still cannot escape the shackles of life.

And the secret technique of the living dead, no matter where it is placed, is an incomparably hot thing for the cultivators.

Gu Changqing stood on Gaosaka and looked out, the mountain he was on was like a towering city wall, stretching for thousands of miles, blocking the entire north.

Clouds and mist loom in the mountains, revealing a primitive atmosphere.

As far as his eyes could see, there was a vast plain.

The rivers are dense, the fields are planned into small squares, and different crops have different colors, and the colors are pieced together into magnificent oil paintings.

In the fields and plains, small figures like ants are busy, casting nets or catching fish, or plowing fields.

Thatched huts and yellow mud houses are scattered among the mountains and fields, forming a complex of buildings large or small.

The scenery is beautiful, like a huge village without dispute.

Gu Changqing turned the bronze ancient coffin behind him.

Step into this tribe…