Volume 3: The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors Chapter 405: Ju Mang Dances at the Grave

"Master Lingzun is here?"

"real?"

"The high priest said so!"

"Yeah, then go and meet him!"

The big and small shamans of the Xingtian tribe were overjoyed. They called each other and carried out a general cleaning in the tribe. Magical powers and witchcraft were everywhere, and in a short while the tribe was completely new. Then thousands of witches went to the front of the tribe to wait.

Just like the past when the Xingtian tribe first welcomed Mingyu.

Mingyu followed Xing Zhao to the tribe, and the witches, both big and small, cheered.

"Hello, Master Lingzun, I am Xing Ming, do you still remember me?"

"Hello, Master Lingzun, I am Xing Che."

"Hello, Master Lingzun, I am Xing Yu."

"I am Xing Yue!"

"I am……"

With Xing Ming's opening words, the other witches started shouting excitedly. They called out their own names loudly, wanting to convey them to the ears of Ling Zun.

Some of them are former teenagers. They have grown up now, their shoulders have become broader, their bodies have become stronger, and they are more powerful and able to protect their own tribe.

But there were more unfamiliar faces, and many wizards returned to heaven and earth.

Everyone was very happy that Mingyu returned to the Xingtian tribe.

The old people's lips trembled violently as they laughed; the women were so excited that they couldn't stop crying; the men tried their best to restrain themselves, but their noses were sore; the children opened their eyes wide with curiosity, and the bold little ones stretched out their hands to walk towards Mingyu, but were held back by the adults.

Mingyu responded one by one with a smile on her face.

"Okay! Don't block the door, let's ask Ling Zun to go to the priest's temple!"

High Priest Xing Zhao spoke, and everyone quieted down.

"Yes, yes, let's go to the temple!"

"It has been a long time since Ling Zun came to the Xingtian Department. We must go to the temple to take a look! "

Many pairs of eyes looked at Mingyu with hope, they were very much looking forward to it.

"Then let's go to the temple!"

Ming Yu smiled brightly, waved his sleeves lightly, swept away the snow in the sky, and strode towards the priest's temple.

The witches were delighted and followed Xing Zhao's lead.

Mingyu's relationship with the Wu Clan began with the Xingtian Tribe. The first priest temple, the first batch of high priests, and the first grand Wu ritual were all born in the Xingtian Tribe.

The area in front of the temple is very wide. The tall and mighty statue of Xing Tian still stands here holding a halberd. However, compared with the past, it is more mottled with time. The murderous aura on the axe has not yet dissipated. On the heavy shield, there are obvious signs of wear and tear, and rays of light flicker between the gaps, as if it is being repaired.

Mingyu saw it but didn't say much. The war was over and saying more would only add to her troubles.

On one side of the temple, the tree of life that was planted at the beginning has grown into a lush tree with branches and leaves. Its vigorous and upright figure holds its head high towards the sky, and the shadows of its branches and leaves overlap one another. It is surrounded by a lingering aura like a dream. The crystal green leaves are glowing with a faint white halo, and the halos of thousands of branches and leaves combine to create a holy divine glory.

"very good!"

Mingyu praised, he pointed at the Tree of Life, the Law of Life swept in all directions, the Life Qi that originally only enveloped the sky above the Xingtian tribe began to spread, expanding to a million miles of space in the blink of an eye.

Millions of miles of mountains and rivers are baptized by the laws of life, and the lingering evil spirits, murderous aura, resentment, and death are purified away. Dead vines turn green, lakes and marshes ripple, and the wilderness comes back to life.

The warm wind blows gently, the fine rain falls sparsely, the tender green ivy sways gently in the wind, the green leaves wetted by the spring rain are even greener, the ground is wet, moist and fertile, full of the smell of earth, it seems that you can still hear the rustling sound of seeds sprouting in the soil.

The tall statue of Xing Tian looked brand new, no longer mottled. The iron-blooded murderous aura did not disappear, but was restrained and accumulated in the giant axe. The majestic witch clan strength of Xing Tian's tribe also slowly settled at this moment.

Xing Zhao smiled widely, he could clearly feel that the level of the sacred tree had been raised. Correspondingly, the authority he held as the high priest also increased, and the upper limit was raised by more than one level.

This is very important for the current Wu Clan. The environment in Uttarakuru is very harsh. While the Wu Clan is recovering, they also have to transform this harsh environment. There are not many great witches left in the Wu Clan, and they have not been able to expand on a large scale, so their development is very slow.

The more authority he has as the high priest, the easier it will be to develop the tribe.

"Thank you, my Lord!"

He bowed respectfully.

The witches of the Xingtian tribe looked up at the sky, looked down at the ground, and looked around, and found that the world outside the Xingtian tribe had changed, becoming greener, moister, and clearer!

Their eyes became brighter and brighter, their eyebrows gradually curved, and their mouths gradually stretched to the sides and curled up. There were exclamations and laughter, and the first to come was the children's heavenly laughter.

"Master Lingzun is the best!"

Innocent voices rose and fell one after another. After a great battle, the majority of the people left in Xingtian's tribe were children.

"Let's hold a witch ceremony!"

Mingyu said this.

"But it's not time to start the witch ceremony yet!" The half-grown child counted on his fingers. It would take another two thousand years before the next witch ceremony!

"Oh, never mind. Master Lingzun said to reopen it, so let's reopen it!"

"Yeah, never mind!"

"Reopen it again!"

The child convinced the child, causing the witches to laugh.

Xing Zhao gave the order to prepare, and the tribe became busy for a while. Mingyu slowly climbed up the high platform in front of the temple.

Soon, all the wizards, big and small, returned to the temple.

The clan leader Xing Tian went to the underworld to take up his post, and the high priest took his place. He held a shield in his left hand and an axe in his right hand, and struck the shield with the axe, making clanging sounds.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The war drums beat, and strong arms struck them with all their might, making the war drums emit earth-shaking sounds.

"witch!"

All the witches shouted together, dancing their hands and feet.

They surrounded the statue of Xingtian, sang and danced, shouted loudly and laughed loudly.

The life marks on the foreheads of the other priests glowed brightly. They chanted mysterious syllables, pinched their fingers in mysterious hand seals, and constantly mobilized their life forces to communicate with the hearts of the witches.

The heartbeats of the big witch and the small witch are strong, their bodies are swollen, and they are full of energy. They can't help but vent the grayness that has been accumulated in their hearts for a long time. Their feet can't help but lift up, and then step down hard; their heads slowly raise up; their mouths slowly open; they roar and roar, raise their hands, and stamp their feet. This is a witch, an unruly witch, a wild witch.

Mingyu stood on the high platform and admired the witch ceremony.

Everything is the same as before.

The witch clan today is not decadent, but still full of vitality and vigor!

"very nice!"

Mingyu sighed sincerely, as the Lord of Life, this was the scene he most wanted to see.

"Then I'll help you again!"

A green halo slowly rose up, and countless plants in the temple exuded essence. Dots of green light gathered towards the halo, and the halo radiated endless light, sprinkling on the group of wizards.

"This is……"

High Priest Xing Zhao looked at the green mark on his right wrist and his eyes widened for a moment.

Blessing of life!

This is the blessing bestowed personally by Mingyu, the Lord of Life.

The light bloomed infinitely, nourishing all directions. Wizards, both big and small, closed their eyes comfortably, enjoying it very much.

"You can also use this authority. You must work hard in the future to see if you can break the shackles and move to the next level. I will come to Beijuluzhou less often in the future. The future of the Wu Clan still requires your own efforts. I will not visit other tribes of the Houtu tribe. You can go there for me!"

Xing Zhao heard the meaning of parting in these words. He was silent for a while and asked, "Where are you going, sir?"

"Jumang tribe!"

After leaving these words, Mingyu disappeared from the platform. The witches were still in joy, and no one noticed his departure except the high priest.

"Jumang tribe?"

Xing Zhao murmured.

If he remembered correctly, the Lord had a grudge against the ancestor witch Ju Mang!

What was the Lord doing in the Ju Mang tribe? !

"It's bad, we have to inform Lord Chiyou immediately!"

Xing Zhao felt panic for no reason and immediately contacted Chi You, who was in charge of the affairs of the Wu clan.

…

"What? Lord Lingzun is here? Is he heading to the Jumang tribe now?"

Upon receiving the news, Chi You stood up immediately and subconsciously took out his nine-ring broadsword.

But when he thought of Lord Lingzun's fighting power and the commotion he had caused in the northwest of Honghuang, he silently put the sword back.

"Well, I'd better go over and hug Ling Zun's thigh and cry for a while!"

Chi You wiped his face, pretending to be miserable, and then hurried to Ju Mang's tribe.

He did not choose to call other great witches, because there was no need. They were not enough for Ling Zun to fight with one hand, not to mention that too many people would only get in the way.

Not all witches are grateful to Mingyu!

for example……

Xiangliu, the great wizard of the Jumang tribe!

When Mingyu approached the Jumang tribe, he brought a group of great witches to intercept him.

He was dressed in white and wielding a sword, looking calm and composed.

“Get out of the way!”

He was not familiar with Xiangliu , so he was too lazy to talk to him.

"What are you doing here?!"

Xiangliu asked in a deep voice.

Lord Ju Mang had killed Ling Zun in the past, and they later found out about it, but they didn't think that Lord had done anything wrong. Moreover, Lord Ju Mang eventually died at the hands of Fuxi. It would be strange for them to have a good impression of Mingyu!

"Come and see, why, you're not welcome?"

Mingyu lightly shook the Yin-Yang Sword, and the crisp sound of the sword reached Xiangliu's ears, and his mind was buzzing.

"Tell me your purpose, otherwise I won't let you in." Xiangliu suppressed his discomfort and spoke slowly. He finally compromised, knowing that he couldn't stop Mingyu.

"Nothing, I just came here to see if Ju Mang has prepared a tomb for me!"

Mingyu put away his sword and walked slowly.

After hearing this, Xiangliu and the others were stunned, and then they became furious. The million-foot-tall Ancestral Witch's true form changed in an instant, and their earth-shaking aura was released, causing the void to roar continuously.

"Lord Ju Mang has passed away, your grudges are over, why are you still coming here!"

Xiangliu shouted loudly, filled with anger.

"roll!"

Mingyu exhaled, and her tongue burst out spring thunder, which shocked the witches and made them retreat repeatedly.

"I have no ill will, but I don't have much goodwill towards the Ju Mang tribe. You'd better behave yourself, or don't blame me for bullying the weak!"

With a finger, the yin and yang moved, and the great witches were trapped in place and could only watch Mingyu enter the Jumang tribe.

When Chi You hurried over, he saw the real bodies of great witches outside the Ju Mang tribe, like sculptures, guarding the entrance of the Ju Mang tribe.

"Hiss! Am I late?"

Chi You slapped his thigh in frustration.

But Xiangliu's eyes rolled around, full of anxiety.

"Hey, brother, please say something!"

Chi You did not understand the meaning, so he tried to release Xiang Liu from his confinement.

As he moved, Xiangliu's eyes became more anxious.

Chi You stepped forward and said, "Don't worry, I'm helping..."

broken!

Chi You was horrified and tried to break free but it was too late and he was fixed in place.

"I mean for you to leave us alone!"

After Chi You was completely imprisoned, Xiangliu was finally able to communicate with him.

Chi You was furious: "Then why don't you just stay still? I wanted to go in and take a look, but you messed around. I thought you had some information to tell me! Well, now it's fine, let's stay here together!"

"Why are you here?"

Xiangliu was curious, it was obvious that Chiyou was coming for Mingyu.

"Before Ling Zun came to Ju Mang tribe, he went to Xing Tian tribe..." Chi You said with a tired tone. He should have asked Xing Zhao to come along.

Xiangliu listened and remained silent.

Suddenly, another great witch Xiangqin said excitedly: "Eh? Isn't that Xing Zhao?"

Everyone looked and saw a tall figure rushing towards them.

"Don't move. I'll send him to check inside." Chi You hurriedly called out to them, and then he made eye contact with Xing Zhao very confidently.

Xing Zhao interpreted it and suddenly understood.

"no problem!"

He took a step forward.

Walking towards Chiyou...

There is another statue outside the Ju Mang tribe.

"So, Lord Chi You, why did you move around just now? I wanted to go in directly!" Xing Zhao questioned Chi You with resentment.

The very clever Chi You became autistic.

"Why did Lingzun come to the Jumang tribe?"

His mind was full of doubts.

…

Mingyu walked into the Jumang tribe. The other witches ignored him and he did not interfere with their activities.

The Jumang tribe had priests but no priest temple. Their temple only worshipped the ancestor witch Jumang.

The green steps built with ivy led directly to the interior of the temple. Mingyu climbed up the steps and soon arrived in front of a throne.

The throne was empty, and the vines wrapped around it were dry, without a single leaf. All life was gone, the God of Wood had fallen, and Ju Mang was indeed dead.

The tribes of Ju Mang lost their own gods, so compared to the witches of Hou Tu's tribe, their hearts were more desolate and confused.

"Jumang, I'm here now, don't you really want to meet me?"

Mingyu's voice echoed in the hall.

But apart from him, there was no other sound in the temple.

"If you don't come out, I'll destroy your temple!"

Mingyu raised his hand and chopped the throne with a sword.

No one answered.

"Okay, if you have the guts, just stay here. I'll take this origin back and feed it to the dogs!"

Mingyu took out the Xiantian Bagua formation plate, shook it twice in his hand, and then pretended to leave.

boom--

The temple shook, as if something was reviving.

A vine stretched out from the void and rebuilt a throne in its original position. Dots of green light outlined a figure, which was quite majestic and like a god or a saint.

"Come back!"

A low and suppressed voice sounded, with endless anger, and a figure grasped a willow whip and lashed at Mingyu.

“clang!”

The long sword came out of the box and the willow whip broke with a sound.

Mingyu raised his fist to disperse the phantom, then raised his leg and crushed the throne with one foot.

"Even though he is in such a bad state, he is still so arrogant!"

Mingyu snorted coldly, waiting for the green light to gather.

And then, another punch!

Reunite and explode again!

Still gathering, still exploding!

"Asshole!"

Ju Mang roared, and the entire temple began to tremble.