In three thousand years, many patterns can be changed.
The growth of the new generation of the Xuantian Great Witch Clan can also reach a height, especially the Great Si Quan, whose leadership power is fully displayed, under his rule, the tribe has gradually grown, and the strong have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, constantly appearing.
Although the power of the race still cannot be compared with the past, it is already very good compared to the Wanggu Continent at this time.
As for the war outside the Absolute God Formation, the same is true.
As the spider-shaped god fell asleep, although the gods under his command were also powerful, Jiuli, as the ancestral witch of this generation, even surpassed his father's own qualifications.
Under his leadership, the great witches of the Xuantian Great Witch Clan, at any cost and life, would eventually repel the gods who tried to invade their tribe outside the Absolute God Formation.
This is a great victory that can be recorded in history.
When the other tribes in Wanggu were suffering the calamity of the gods, the Xuantian Great Witch Clan successfully repelled the invading gods and protected their homeland.
So, in order to celebrate this great victory, the great Si Quan personally ascended the Wangzu Terrace and knelt down to the sky there.
His expression was sincere and even more excited, and he asked the ancestral witch and all the great witches who had fought for the tribe so far to go home.
In order to welcome the ancestral witch home, this great Si Quan collaborated with the famous people in the clan to arrange a feast in the place of Xuan Tian Si Quan.
On that day, countless clansmen in the tribe cheered for it, and together with Da Siquan, shouted the word "go home."
These two words resounded through the sky, spread throughout the heavens and the earth, and were also heard by Jiuli and his subordinates outside the Absolute God Formation.
Their emotions also fluctuated, after three thousand years of conquest, many of their partners had fallen, and the rest were already extremely exhausted.
If it were any other time, their hearts would still be firm and they would not take half a step back.
But now that he has won a great victory, the gods have retreated, and the homesickness has become more and more intense.
They also have descendants who are in the mortal world, and they also want to set foot in the countryside again, and want to see the clansmen who have been protected by them for three thousand years.
But in the end, Jiuli refused.
He couldn't return with all the great witches at this time, because he wasn't sure if there would be a counterattack on the side of the gods, and he wanted to completely open up a safe situation for the tribe in his lifetime.
Therefore, he glanced at the tribe in the Absolute God Formation with relief, silently withdrew his gaze, sat cross-legged outside the formation, and continued to protect the clan.
Outside his body, he transformed into a nine-headed dragon, surrounding all directions, which was his witch form.
The other great witches were also silent, suppressing their homesickness, and each exuded their own witch form.
From a distance, a huge beast showed perseverance and continued to guard.
Even if they finally die, they will die in the war to protect the race, even if they fall, they hope that their souls, like those sacrificed companions over the past few thousand years, can integrate their souls and wills into the Absolute God Formation.
Birth, protect the ethnic group.
Death, also guard.
Time passed again, another two thousand years.
In the past two thousand years, although there have been occasional gods to invade, it is difficult to invade in the slightest under the protection of Jiuli and his great witches, it seems that in this troubled world, the territory of the Xuantian Great Witch Clan has become a forbidden area for gods.
Until this time, the great Si Quan, who had grown up completely, led the ministers and countless clansmen, and once again set foot on the ancestral platform, where he bowed down to the sky again.
Please Zu Wu, go home.
Countless voices came out, and the call to go home filled the heavens and the earth.
That is the call of the tribe, that is the desire of the tribe.
Outside the Absolute God Formation, one by one, the great witches opened their eyes and stared at their hometown through the formation.
Looking at the statues built in my hometown, they are their statues.
It's been five thousand years......
Eventually, their eyes turned to their leader, Jiuli.
Jiu Li, who was silent for a long time, opened his eyes, and wanted to refuse, looking at these companions around him, feeling their fatigue and thoughts, Jiu Li's words of refusal were a little unspeakable.
So, he sighed lightly, nodded, and stood up.
Take most of the great witches and go home.
This was the first time since his father Wu fell, he had left the Absolute God Formation and returned to his hometown for the first time.
The moment it came to the land of Xuantian power, cheers resounded throughout the heavens and the earth, countless kneelings, countless excitement, permeating the world.
Looking at this, Jiu Li's heart had waves, five thousand years of fatigue, and warmth, and his figure fell to the earth.
However, he never expected that this time, the tribe he trusted so much, the clan that had guarded the clan for five thousand years, and the heir he valued extremely much, prepared a bloody ending for him.
He never came out of this place of power......
Because it was a trap specially prepared for him and his great witches, a conspiracy that had been planned for thousands of years.
The place that welcomed him and his subordinates became a burial ground.
The person he trusted extremely much chose to cooperate with the gods, and for thousands of years, he silently arranged a divine array.
This is the lore formation, the sealing formation, and the séance formation.
The moment Jiuli and his subordinates arrived, the formation was opened.
On that day, the entire land of power was bloody.
On that day, the Absolute God Formation guarding the Xuantian Great Witch Clan collapsed.
On that day, the spider god who had recovered from a certain amount of injury came again, along with its subsidiary god.
On that day, the wailing and crazy roar from the land of power spread all over the world.
Death, in this place of power, has become the main theme.
Jiu Li's heart was filled with grief, anger and madness, and the feeling of being backstabbed by the person who protected him made him bitter, dazed, and angry.
But the ending is already predetermined!
Without the Absolute God Formation, coupled with the cooperation between the inside and outside, as well as the cold help of those clansmen.
All the great witches under his command died tragically one by one, and even if he broke out here, it would only cause the spider-shaped god to be severely damaged again.
And he himself died in this bloody backstab in the final battle.
His corpse was sealed deep in the earth, and the spider-shaped god personally suppressed it, absorbing its flesh and blood, and using it to restore itself.
Under his command of death, blood and flesh, as well as shattered souls, permeated all directions and merged into this land of power.
And the formation here still did not dissipate and became eternal......
The ancient wind gradually faded away, and the funeral song also dissipated.
Xu Qing opened his eyes.
His heart rises from the resentment within the memory fragments and the pain of betrayal by the trusted race.
It was not his emotion, but it was extremely strong.
He knew that this emotion came from Jiuli.
Xu Qing was silent, slowly calming his mind until a long time, he suppressed these emotions from Jiuli, and his expression was a little complicated.
Although he had already speculated before, now that he had truly sensed the history of memory fragments, he had a deeper emotion for Jiuli and this land.
Although Jiu Li's memory ended at the moment of death, Xu Qing could imagine what happened later.
A few years after Jiuli's death, in the place where he died, under the nourishment of those great witches' flesh and blood, fierce beasts appeared.
They are all of different shapes, but they are all full of hostility, ferocity, and ferocity.
Because resentment is the core of them.
And whatever form they take, in fact...... You can find similar sources in the great witches who guarded the race back then.
The witch form is the appearance of a fierce beast.
Therefore, this former place of power also has another name.
The mountains and seas.
Xu Qing finally understood the origin of the fierce beasts in the mountains and seas.
At this moment, he looked around and looked at the place where this clan once held power.
After a while, Xu Qing took a deep breath and erased the last ray of emotion from Jiuli in his heart.
He is Xu Qing, not Jiuli.
The moment he erased, Xu Qing's expression returned to calm, but he still had a question.
According to the history of memory fragments, the spider god finally chose to seal Jiuli's corpse and absorb the power of his flesh and blood to restore itself.
But what Xu Qing saw was that the spider god was sealed by the three gods of the sun, moon, and stars.
"Later, there are other histories...... When will the three gods come?"
Xu Qing pondered, and after a long time he stopped thinking about it, because what was more important now was to take out the last skull.
Although the eight skulls had already qualified him to leave and store the gray mist, since eight had been taken out, the ninth ...... Xu Qing didn't want to give up either.
If you want to do it, do it to the extreme.
Xu Qing's eyes flashed with a ghostly light, his hands pinched the technique, and suddenly the purple crystal trembled, the light shot out, and eight skulls flew inside, arranged together, forming Chen Erniu's formation.
But this time, instead of fishing with five, but with eight skulls, the last one was pulled!
Soon, the eight skulls emitted ripples and collided with each other to form a black hole, reflecting the ninth skull.
Xu Qing immediately pinched the trick, and the magical power of fishing for the moon in the well spread out, and the moment it turned into water, he raised his hand and slammed it up.
But the moment he touched the ninth skull, an amazing fluctuation suddenly dispersed from under the mud.
The shrine under a thousand feet trembled violently, and a terrifying aura rose.
This aura was earth-shattering, and the moment it appeared, the entire Jiuli Forbidden City shook, even affecting the outside world and spreading throughout the mountains and seas.
In an instant, the mountains and seas roared, the colors of heaven and earth changed, the heterogeneity rose, and the blur and distortion occupied everything.
It seems that the broken face opens its eyes!
The countless fierce beasts in this large domain all trembled, their eyes were red, and they let out wails and roars filled with resentment.
Hundreds of thousands of Yanyue monks hunting here, no matter what their cultivation was, had an unprecedented sense of fear rising in their hearts at this moment, and their expressions changed drastically, not knowing what had happened.
Under this sudden upheaval, his figure paused suddenly, his breathing was rapid, his face changed instantly, and after perceiving it, he suddenly looked at the forbidden of Jiuli.
He could feel that the source of this fluctuation was within Jiuli!
If it had been another time, he wouldn't have thought much about it, but now what came to his mind was the picture of Xu Qing stepping into Jiuli.
An inexplicable uneasiness followed.