Chapter 296 Southern Wild Witch Sect

The mountain road is steep and the black wind is rolling.

The evil dragonfly looked down on the small barbarian woman indifferently. Her blood basin was salivating with scarlet unknown mucus. The horrible breath was born from the mountain road, and the endless darkness spread to all directions. Even An Bochen and Simajin, who flew in the sky, could clearly feel it.

However, to the surprise of the two, the barbarian woman neither panicked nor retreated. She raised her head and stared calmly at the evil dragonfly, and her eyes penetrated the dragon and shot at the top of the mountain.

The barbarian woman's calmness seemed to anger the evil dragonfly. The barbarian's eyes were cracked, and the pupils were densely cracked, as if to squeeze out blood. The next moment, the evil dragon roared and bent down and rushed to the barbarian woman.

The fierce spirit came to her face, and the barbarian woman hit a thrill, but she still stood up straight and did not move.

Jiaolong swept over the body of the barbarian girl, and then turned into a gust of wind and disappeared, but it was a lifelike illusion.

Taking a long breath, the barbarian woman wiped the sweat off her forehead, lowered her head and said something softly, and then continued to walk to the top of the mountain.

"With Jiaolong's test, that Wu Zong is also a widow."

Staring at the witch temple, Simajin whispered.

In folklore, there are often stories of old immortals changing dragon and tiger illusions to scare the Taoist seekers up the mountain. If they are sincere and determined, they will naturally not be afraid, but if they are not sincere, they don't need those illusions. The seekers will be scared to run down the mountain. Wuzong's move is similar to that of the white-bearded old immortals in the story, but he is testing the loyalty of the barbarian woman. The next barbarian girl is still the same, and the temperament of the witch is obvious.

Turning his head and looking at An Bochen, who was silent, Simajin patted him: "What are you thinking?"

"I'm wondering, where is the intersection of her and the little official? Although the dreams of the two meet here, the little official is in the west, and the barbarian woman is in the east. They don't even see each other. How did this dream cross together?

Looking at the barbarian woman who walked devoutly on the long mountain road, An Bochen's face showed suspicion.

"That's what I said... Well, look at what she has in her hand... That is... A witch?"

While talking, the two only saw that the barbarian woman took out a puppet from her arms, bit her fingertips and drew on the puppet. While drawing, she still read words, and the puppet was fat and full of facial features, just like the fat general Da Kuang.

"The witch puppet? What is that?"

"It is also a Taoist method, but it is classified as a side door. In the previous dynasty, this witch puppet skill appeared in Da Kuang. The spell caster manipulated the victim with the witch puppet and cast spells thousands of miles away, harming people invisibly. It is said that the person who is proficient in the art of witch puppets is a man in the long gate. Because this method is too evil, he was discovered and expelled from the long gate, and later disappeared.

"In your words, the witch puppet originated from Da Kuang?"

"Who knows, maybe the person who sneaked into the long gate was originally from the southern wilderness. No matter which one, the barbarian woman was holding a witch puppet in her hand. The little official was probably manipulated by her and came all the way to the south.

Simajin's tone became colder and she was about to rush to the barbarian woman. Suddenly, she remembered that in the dream of the two of them at this time, she had no choice but to give up and said, "But just look at the appearance of the little official desperately resisting in the evening, this barbarian woman is not all the time, but because she is not good enough. "

Sima Jin has a magic power to explore people's cultivation. As early as early as the evening, she saw that the barbarian woman only had the cultivation of fire. Although Li Xiaoguan was only fire, she was also strong, but after all, she was broad, fat and her strength was not weak. It should not be carried by the barbarian woman so easily. The reason may also be He was cast a spell before, which is related to his unstable mind.

"How to remove it? Destroy the witch puppet?"

An Bochen's voice was slightly cold when he couldn't help staring at the barbarian girl who drew a witch puppet.

"It's probably like this."

Sima Jin nodded, but saw An Bochen frown slightly, as if he still had doubts.

At this time, the thunder was rolling, and several purple electricity flashed through the clouds. The heavy rain poured down. When I was young, the finger-high water accumulated on the plank road. The water flow seemed to stand on the plank road out of thin air. There was no need for the dike to intercept and converge by itself. It was indescribable strange.

There was another thunder. An Bochen opened his mouth wide and stared at the situation on the plank road in disbelief.

On the river piled up by rain, the barbarian woman stood steadily as if she were walking on the ground. Her face was very ugly, and she didn't seem to expect such a thing to happen. However, it didn't take long for her to recover, and the piousness in her eyes became stronger and stronger, as if two flames were burning in the night rain.

"Wang..."

In the stunned eyes of An Bochen and Simajin, the water flowing from top to bottom in the plank road suddenly stagnated, as if it were a long ice cube.

In an instant, the rain flowed again, not down but up.

The rainwater turned into a river, and the river went up against the trend, carrying the barbarian woman circling up and rushing to the ancient temple on the top of the mountain.

Such a magical power to seize the creation of heaven and earth, calling for wind and rain, not to mention An Bochen, even Sima Jin has never seen it.

Looking at each other, a trace of solemnity flashed in An Bochen's eyes. Although he couldn't see what Simajin was thinking, he could also feel a little uneasiness from her slightly clenched fingers.

Their opponent this time is not the snake demon of the left, nor the five tigers and seven bears and other tough generals, but is countless times more powerful than the former. It is not only powerful, but also mysterious, so the opponent is the most terrible.

"Don't worry, there is an unbreakable situation in the world. No matter how powerful a person is, he has his weakness."

Holding Sima Jin's hand tightly, An Bochen said in a low voice, no longer hesitating, and flew to the temple.

When I was young, the barbarian girl was taken to the top of the mountain by the current. The thunder and lightning disappeared, the night sky became clear, and the rain outside the witch temple all faded. At the moment the moonlight fell, half a drop of water could not be found on the ground.

The barbarian woman bent down and knelt down, almost kowtowed respectfully to the witch temple.

After kowtowing nine times in a row, the barbarian woman just got up. Just as she stood up, she "squeaked" and the door of the witch temple slowly opened.

The witchcraft temple is very large, no less than the central hall of seven or eight Liu Palaces, and its temple gate is even more strange. It is not opened from both sides, but slowly pulled up and down, just like a "big mouth" with an open mouth. There was a faint light in the tiger-like temple gate. Looking carefully, two barbarians in snow-white gowns walked out with torches, staring at the barbarian woman with sharp eyes.

"Can there be a warrant from Lord Wuzong?"

"Yes."

The barbarian woman said calmly, took out a piece of silk cloth from her arms and handed it to her.

After taking the bronze silk cloth, the messenger of the witch temple looked up and down at the barbarian woman and nodded: "Aqi? Come in."

Listening to the conversation between the two, An Bochen's heart moved, and Yu Guang looked at Simajin, and saw that she was also thoughtful and calm.

A barbarian woman named Aqi followed the messenger into the witch temple, followed by An Bochen and Simajin.

The temple gate is closed, and the most mysterious existence in the southern wilderness. The witch temple with a powerful witch sect and a strange leaning tower is presented in front of them.

At first, it was a long corridor. The murals on the side of the corridor were painted with dark and mottled murals. Some could be seen clearly, and some had faded. The murals that could still be seen clearly had grasslands and rivers, and there were mountains and rivers undulating in the sky and clouds, like the dream background of a barbarian girl Qi.

"Xiao Anzi, you told me that the dream background is the longing and desire in the depths of a person's heart, so that it can also explain Aqi's dream background."

Passing through the murals, Sima Jin whispered, "But every religion gives a mission, it will first depict an unwarranted future grand scene before it can ently seduce believers."

"Indeed, Aqi's dream background is very different from these murals, but these places do not necessarily exist."

An Bochen has entered the fairy mansion and went to the cave. Although the scenery in the mural is like a fairyland, it is not rare for An Bochen.

"It's true." Hearing this, Sima Jin nodded slightly: "Xuande Dongtian also has such a fairy scene, but this is the southern wilderness, but there are such murals in the poor mountains and rivers, which is also a strange thing."

During the chat, the two had already walked through the corridor.

Outside the corridor is the temple, but it is very different from the ordinary temples. The hall is spacious, not inferior to the central hall of the Liu Palace. The wide sinks divide the temple into ten pieces. The sink is cast in mercury, about nine feet wide and more than thirty feet long, across the temple. Under the reflection of the moonlight sprinkled through the dome, there is a sparkling silver light, which is gorgeous and full of mystery.

Although the temple was unique, it only made An Bochen's eyes stay for a moment. The next moment, An Bochen saw the man standing on the top of the temple with his back to him.

At first glance, the man looked very ordinary, with his shoulders and narrow waist, and his back was thin. He did not have the heroic posture of Lv Feng, nor did he have the murderous intention when he first met Dian Kui. But somehow, when he saw the man's back in the moonlight, An Bochen only felt that his whole body collapsed, and his heart beat involuntarily accelerated.

Knowing that it was in a dream, An Bochen still couldn't control the fast-flowing blood in his body, and the murderous intention gathered to fill the chest, and it was imminent.

"Don't be impatient."

Simajin's whisper came from his ear. An Bochen's heart was lightened, but the tight hand was gently held by Simajin.

"Aqi paid a visit to Lord Wuzong."

Through the nine sinks, the barbarian Aqi looked at her back in the moonlight with incomparable reverence, held back the excitement, and lowered her head and said, "Your Excellency, Aqi has painted the heart for the witch puppet."