Wow!
The water below disappeared and was replaced by a vast space.
The sky above the head was pitch black, and there was a high platform in the center of the earth. On the top of the high platform there was a night pearl like the sun, which illuminated the place. It was always so bright that it was barely possible to see.
Tang Ping saw clearly the true face of the whole world.
This place is a bit like the underworld, with small lakes measuring ten feet each on the earth.
There are many strange aliens and humanoid creatures in the center of the lake. The lake is not deep. These people are tied to their bones by iron chains, and half of their bodies are submerged in the black water.
Most of these people are ordinary people, and there are also people with feathers, people with bird heads, people with animal heads, and people with human heads and animal heads.
These people were dying, their eyes closed, and they seemed to be sleeping.
There are many people on the earth, wearing black robes and bearskin cloaks, holding spears and shields, with four golden eyes on their faces, patrolling the earth.
There were about four to five thousand people in total. When these people passed by Tang Ping, none of them could see him and even gave way.
This is the moon-covering method. The moon-covering method is not an illusion, but it is stronger than the illusion. It directly changes a person's perception. It is obvious that Tang Ping is here, but in their perception, they feel that there is no one, and at most it is an obstacle.
The water dungeon has become territory, a place where spells are cast a level above the outside world.
For example, Tang Ping is currently in the realm of spiritual manifestation. If he releases a spell, the power can be as high as traveling without requiring any elixirs or secret techniques, so it is natural that these people cannot be seen clearly.
Tang Ping opened his eyes and looked at the origins of these four-eyed people.
"Human, metamorphosis."
"It turned out to be a metamorphosis..."
Metamorphosis is a person who does not have to go through the childhood stage and is mature as soon as he is born.
Tang Ping carefully looked at the appearance of these strangers and suddenly became alert.
This thing is a bit like an ancient stranger.
Fang Xiang is an ancient god, and his portrait is usually carved in a tomb to guard the tomb and ward off evil spirits.
Fang Xiang also has four golden eyes, which means he can see through all illusions and monsters.
These people should be Fang Xiang's descendants, or Fang Xiang.
In ancient myths, it is usually not possible to distinguish between a person and a group. It is possible that the god Fang Xiang is a tribe.
Tang Pingyun looked at the center of the earth with great eyesight.
Under the dim sky, there is a group of palaces.
Different from the stilted buildings of the Daxi people on the ground, these palaces have the color of the Yellow River Basin, with many figures faintly visible in the past.
A red translucent turtle shell-like cover covers the palace complex.
This place was isolated from the outside world. Tang Ping thought for a long time, thinking that it might be a place where witches were imprisoned.
Then I slowly walked over and took a closer look. It was indeed the place where the witch lived. I saw a group of women living there from a distance.
With a thought in his mind, Tang Ping passed through the turtle shell cover.
On the underworld controlled by the gods, any formation or restriction, even if you don't know how to control it, has the highest access authority, and can even make these things invalid.
Of course, Tang Ping would not act rashly now.
Without finding out the situation clearly, it would be absolutely impossible for him to reveal his existence.
Tang Ping has always been curious about one thing.
So how did these witches reproduce over the years?
There is an ancient well in the center of the palace complex.
At this time, a group of young women, about five or six in number, gathered around the mouth of the well.
All of them have graceful figures and beautiful looks. Various colors of oil paint are applied on the surface, giving it an exotic feel.
The leading witch looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, petite in stature, with white hair and cute facial features. Among this group of women, she looks like everyone’s little sister.
"Your witchcraft power is about to fade away. While you still have some strength, drink the water from the Zimu Well to reproduce."
"Priestess, why do we still drink this water? Since we can't get out, we might as well destroy the well water so that these people on the ground have no chance to humiliate us."
Some people are puzzled.
They are like caged birds here, and from time to time, sisters are pulled up as sacrifices.
"Witches communicate with humans and gods, and the inheritance of the Nvugou cannot be lost. On the contrary, we must protect the Nvugly. Until the day when the god wakes up, we will be saved." The female priest said piously.
The body of the ugly woman was buried in the ground beneath their feet.
Guarding this place for generations is precisely for the ideals in my heart, and for the sake of making a comeback one day in the future.
Of course, this hope is indeed slim, but it is the only hope in their hearts.
The girls drank water from their mother's well.
The female priest watched from the sidelines, the emotions in her eyes unclear.
Passed down from generation to generation, sacrificed from generation to generation.
In order for these hundreds of witches to survive, she could only keep telling lies, deceiving everyone, and hypnotizing herself at the same time.
A witch must be a pure and pure woman. Once she loses her virginity, most of her power will be lost immediately. Another thing is that as she grows older, her soul will gradually become filthy, and her power will also weaken.
These people are spiritually unqualified. In this case, according to regulations, they can only drink well water to breed offspring.
Drinking the water from Zimu Well will lead to pregnancy and a woman will definitely be born.
Hence the multiplication of witches.
Outside the palace, there are many farmland and vegetable fields, as well as indispensable water sources.
Apart from not being able to go out, the rest of the place is pretty much the same as the mortal world.
When we came to the main hall, there was a high platform on the hall.
The female priest puts on the costume of the god, spreads her hair, and covers her face with her hair and sleeves.
The gods are noble and generally cannot be seen by others. Witches can see each other's true faces; but it is impossible for witches to see the gods.
The female priest sat on the main seat of the statue, motionless, like a stone.
She whispered to herself, her voice was very small, but it easily spread in all directions.
After a while, a group of witches in costumes came here, sat down opposite the female priest, and recited ancient sacrificial poems in a low voice.
Sometimes lightning appears in the dark hall, and sometimes wind, rain, frost, fire, resentment, and yin energy appear.
These witches absorb one or more kinds of essences, and their cultivation methods are extremely rough. They directly absorb all rivers and wash away their bodies and souls as if they are free of charge.
Witches are a type of monk with extremely high threshold and easy cultivation.
Once you become a witch, you don't need any skills or techniques, just communicate directly with the world and absorb it.
You must know that most human beings are born without these essences. If they are absorbed into the body rashly, it will not be beneficial, but will harm the body.
Hence the term "gongfa". Even so, the kongfa is not perfect. There are many weird monks in the world, most of which are caused by substandard kung fu and elixirs.
Any monk who is a bit normal is generally regarded as a master.
The witch's practice stirred up the wind and clouds. The female priest absorbed all kinds of essences, and her body was covered with colorful markings. This was a sign of the gathering of essences on the body.
If Shipenggui and Shigu hadn't suppressed them, they would have rushed out long ago.
The way in which female priests acted as gods was called "corpse", and later generations generally called it statues of gods.
The corpse of someone in ancient mythology is sometimes not a corpse. It refers to this method of practicing by pretending to be a god.
After a long time, the energy gradually dissipated and the girls returned to their original appearance.
The female priest also came out of her mysterious state.
"Huh, travel..."
The priestess sighed deeply.
It's not that far away from traveling, but it's just a little short.
This is decided by this world.
Wow!
At this time, there was a strong wind outside.
When the girls went out, they saw a group of people wearing evil ghost masks.
When the leader saw that there were so many people, his eyes under the mask revealed a mocking and playful smile, and said: "Tsk, tsk, not bad, it saves a lot of effort. Hey, the female priest is here too."
This man is the leader of the three masters of Yun, named Yun Bo.
"Who am I? It turns out to be you bunch of dog slaves." The female priest sneered.
The Daxi tribe used to be slaves of the witch tribe, responsible for logistics and collecting sacrificial materials. Tens of thousands of years later, the two levels reversed, and the former slaves became masters.
Although the female priest had never experienced such a thing, she knew this from her ancestors. Coupled with the persecution of witches over the years, she naturally felt extremely resentful.
"Sharp-tongued, well, come and help me choose one as a human sacrifice. Normally, I should choose three, but if you choose it yourself, I can consider reducing the number of places by two, otherwise...hehehe..."
Yun Bo can be said to be a murderer and a murderer.
"You!" The female priest's eyes turned blue.
boom!
Dozens of purple lightning fell on his head.
Before it fell on everyone's heads, a red light fell from the turtle shell cover to offset the thunder and lightning.
"It's useless. Do you choose or not? If you don't choose, I will do it myself."
The female priest looked at the entangled expressions of everyone, and finally made up her mind and said: "I will do it."
"Girl Festival!!"
"No, I'll do it!"
When they heard that the female priest came out in person, none of the girls agreed.
Each generation of high priests is a god who represents female ugliness. If the high priests are allowed to put themselves in danger, what meaning do their subordinates have to live.
Seeing the girls arguing endlessly, Uncle Yun felt irritated. He brushed his sleeves and said impatiently: "I regret it!"
After that, the three people were photographed and disappeared in an instant.
Only the female priest with a face full of humiliation was left.
Everyone was silent for a while. The female priest looked at the sky and said with deep hatred: "Endure the humiliation and bear the burden. Today's revenge will be avenged tomorrow."
The same goes for the rest of the miko.
The hatred between the two sides has reached an inextricable level.
Of course, nowadays we can only talk about it. I have said this sentence hundreds of thousands of times.
In the end, I couldn't bear it.
The witch went back to rest, but the female priest still couldn't calm down for a long time.
After tens of thousands of years, the Wu clan has been passed down for countless generations and still has not been able to get out.
They can only be trapped in this small world.
The so-called sun, moon, and stars can only be known through oral transmission from previous generations.
For the Wu tribe, many people only see the sun and moon before being sacrificed.
The people above are very vicious. They do not prohibit the existence of the high priest. Usually when the high priest reaches a certain level of cultivation, he will go to the top and kill him.
The reason why the female priest is still alive now is probably because there is no such demand from above.
"Is this the same ending for my generation?"
The white hair of the female priest was scattered, and her starry eyes were no longer bright, but full of confusion.
When the previous female concubine succeeded me, she was very energetic and determined to change the status quo, but now she has turned into a confused person.
"No, I will help you."
At this time, a gentle male voice sounded.
The sound was not loud, but it was like thunder in the ears of the female priest.
"Who?" The female priest turned around and saw that it was a man. She subconsciously thought that this man was from the Daxi tribe.
"Don't worry, I am not an enemy."
Tang Ping showed a little bit of Dharma, his face was black and white with yin and yang lines dividing yin and yang, and his eyebrows and three eyes revealed the past and present.
Only then did the female priest realize that from the smell, this person was indeed not from the Daxi tribe, and she did not trust him because of this: "Who are you?"
"I am the Lord of the Underground, appointed by Taiyi, the Lord of Shinto."
The female priest chuckled and said: "You are so funny. You lie without blinking an eye. I don't know where you come from. Run away before the people of the Daxi tribe notice."
Taiyi is on the same level as the monks' Tao, the God of the Shang Dynasty, and the Haotian of the Western Zhou Dynasty, and can also be understood as the universe.
Someone with no knowledge of the universe jumps out and says that he is some kind of master chosen by the universe. What is this if not a lunatic?
Tang Ping shook his head, and when the female priest couldn't react, he put his hand on her shoulders.
Wow!
The two figures flashed.
Appeared outside the turtle shell.
"This... how did you do it?" The female priest was so surprised that her eyes nearly popped out.
"I can still go back..."
Swish, swish, swish.
After going in and out several times, the female priest realized that the people around her couldn't find her.
"how did you do that?"
"If the master doesn't let outsiders see him, he will naturally not be discovered."
Later, Tang Ping summoned earth snakes, water snakes, vegetation snakes and other spirit incarnations, and even took her to the cave in the clouds.
"The Witch Clan is saved! Thank you to the gods. The little girl works as a cow and a horse to repay the gods for their kindness."
If we talk about the ability to enter and exit formations, it can also be regarded as a special magical power, but this ability to control the essence of heaven and earth at will is probably only possible by gods.
"Don't worry, I need you to lurk for a while, and it will be fine after a while." Tang Ping said, "By the way, where is the ugly female body?"
"Under the position of the Zimu Well, within the forbidden cave built by the joint efforts of Shi Peng Turtle."
"Not in this world?"
"No, but I can sense the position, but it is blocked by the Shipeng Turtle Formation. It might be better if it is sensed from the outside."
This formation blocks the internal consciousness from going out, but it cannot block the outside world from entering. After all, those people have to monitor from above.
"Can it be awakened?" Tang Ping thought to himself.
If Nv Chou is resurrected, plus the Xiangshui Goddess as external support, and he occupies the entire Wu Mountain, then the Daxi tribe can die.
"good."
Tang Ping took the female priest to the edge of the turtle shell formation.
"This god canonizes you as the Lord of a radius of ten feet. I admire this!"
The land is half inside and half outside, enough for this woman to get in and out.
Such miraculous means once again shocked the female priest's outlook. The ancient witch clan had never recorded such a miraculous thing, and it was impossible for the ugly female to have such a method. Could it be that it was ordered by Taiyi?
Although the Lord with a radius of ten feet is a bit funny, if he can seal ten feet, why can't he seal ten thousand feet?
The priestess was convinced and began to look at Tang Ping with the attitude of a witch serving the gods.
"Remember to tell me if you find it."
"Yes." The female priest agreed, then raised her head cautiously, "Does the god need a witch to sleep with him?"
"What? Going to bed?"
"Yes, it's our honor to sleep with you."
"Let's get down to business first, and we'll talk about it later." Tang Ping waved his hand and refused. He had no intention of doing so for the time being. He went back after explaining that he had to deal with some things next.
The female priest stayed where she was, blinking in confusion. Isn't this business?
(End of chapter)
