On the other side, a group of people was walking in the snowy mountains in the northwest.
The King of Kunlun, Qing Yeluo, and the current successor of the Sword Tower, Jian Que, these two experts whose names shook the world, were protecting another person at this moment. Their expressions were so respectful that it was enough to make those who knew them widen their eyes in disbelief.
As for the man in front of them, his skin was as white and delicate as that of a peerless beauty. There were layers of red lines on his face, and he wore a strange hairstyle from the southwest. He gave off a strange feeling of being old and young at the same time.
He looked up at the vast snowy mountains in front of him and said, "What a place where the nine dragons gather. The Myriad Sword Painting of the Sword Tower is here, right?"
"Senior is right. According to the records of our sect, the Myriad Sword Painting should be nearby." Jian Que looked around and said, "But the terrain on the snowy mountains has changed. I need some time to confirm it."
"There's no need." A strange light flashed in the man's eyes. Then his robe shook and a wisp of green smoke flew out of his body. It turned into a huge bug over ten meters long and two meters thick in the blink of an eye.
Qing Yeluo's expression changed and he was shocked. "A Soul Swallowing Bug … How can it be so big … This old monster …"
The young man in front of him had appeared by accident.
In the past few years, Kunlun had been building fortifications, cities, and plank roads in the mountains in the southwest. Stimulated by the threat of war, they developed very quickly. Because of their alliance with the Da Qi State, they developed rapidly in trade, education, and military.
However, in the midst of the construction, a group of mountain people suddenly found an ancient tomb that had been lying in the mountains for an unknown period of time.
There were many mechanisms in the tomb and many vicious and strange bugs from the Witch Era of West Chu.
At first, the mountain people thought that there were treasures and rushed in. The result was heavy casualties. Only a few people escaped, but they died in a few days. But they at least brought the news out.
As a result, the remains of the ancient tomb in the mountain attracted many experts. However, no matter who came, the ancient tomb in the mountain was like a meat grinder. No matter how many people came, they did not return.
In the end, under the personal leadership of the Qing Ye Luo, Kunlun sent out over a thousand soldiers, digging and blowing up the mountain. Only then were they able to break through the mechanisms along the way. While ensuring that the ancient tomb was intact, they slowly dug out the burial goods within.
Even the King of Kunlun, the Blue Night Luo, was secretly shocked by the abundance of burial goods in the ancient tomb. Then, he became very excited. This batch of burial goods would definitely be of great help to the current development of Kunlun. Now, from the Blue Night Luo to the ordinary soldiers of Kunlun, they were all very enthusiastic about the burial goods in the ancient tomb.
Until they found the coffin of the tomb owner.
When Qing Ye Luo opened the coffin, there was a man with snow-white skin quietly sleeping inside. It was the man with the snow-white skin and red face in front of them.
The man abruptly opened his eyes and began to fight the Bluesky Night Luo before him. What kind of status did the Bluesky Night Luo have? He was the ruler of Kunlun, the leader of one of the four countries in the world. How could he not retaliate when he was attacked? When the two of them attacked, they turned the entire tomb into ruins. Over a thousand members of Kunlun were buried alive in the ground.
The man in the coffin had strange and unfathomable daoist arts. In particular, the endless sorcery arts of the southwest caught the Bluesky Night Luo off guard.
This was especially so when the successor of the Sword Tower, Jian Que, arrived. With the two of them working together, the area within a range of a hundred li was directly reduced to dust. Several tens of thousands of people were wailing. Even so, the two of them were still not a match for the other party.
Most importantly, the Bluesky Night Luo and Jian Que had already given it their all. However, the other party still seemed to be at ease, as if he had not used his full strength.
An earth-shaking battle was carried out in this wilderness that no one knew about. Even until the end, no one knew about the outcome of this battle.
Two days later, the three of them had already returned to Kunlun's headquarters. Without anyone knowing, the Bluesky Night Luo and Jian Que had already been poisoned by the other party with a fatal gu. They had no choice but to submit to the other party.
Although Kunlun did not seem to have changed on the surface, only a few of the upper echelons knew that the true master of Kunlun had already changed hands.
Although the Bluesky Night Luo and Jian Que were under the control of the other party, they did not give up completely. Instead, they secretly investigated the other party's identity and daoist arts, hoping to find a way to remove the gu poison and defeat the other party.
Based on the daoist arts that the other party had used, the murals in the ancient tomb ruins, and the funerary items, they guessed that the other party should be a Great Shaman from the southwest sorcery era. Furthermore, based on the abundance of funerary items, the other party's status would definitely not be low. It was even very likely that he was a figure with extremely high authority.
However, as for which Great Shaman from history, they were unable to find any concrete evidence.
However, they had to admit that daoist arts had indeed been weakening with the passage of time. The peak experts of daoist arts could not be mentioned in the same breath as the experts from several hundred years ago, or even several thousand years ago.
However, this old monster from who knew how many years ago had used some method to preserve his peak strength. This caused the Bluesky Night Luo to feel resentment. This was a great difference brought about by the era.
The man controlled the huge Soul Devouring Insect as he said, "Bluesky Night Luo, haven't you always been very curious about who I am and have been secretly investigating my identity?"
"This subordinate does not dare." The Bluesky Night Luo lowered his head and carefully hid his thoughts.
"Hehe, you do not need to belittle yourself. With your peak Vision Divine stage strength, even in my era, you would be qualified to be my adjutant.
However, I did not expect that after a thousand years, daoist arts would wither to this extent. In the Central Plains, there is no one who can enter my eyes. "
The Bluesky Night Luo frowned. It was unknown what he was thinking.
On the other side, the Soul Devouring Insect screeched as if it had found something.
"Found it. It really is here." The man's snow-white lips curled up slightly, "You have been curious about my identity for a long time. Today, I will tell you.
Jing Yueze, this is my name. "
Jing Yueze, born with vertical pupils, was born with knowledge. When he was in his teens, he had already mastered the southwest region's ancient witchcraft and called himself the Shaman King.
He predicted the appearance of the true dragon and then founded the Jiuyou Cult. With the fear and reverence brought by witchcraft, the Shaman King Jing Yueze became the true king of the southwest region.
A few years later, his prophecy of the true dragon came true. The unparalleled overlord who founded the Eastern Wei for three hundred years, known as Emperor Xi, was born. His power quickly swept the entire Central Plains.
However, when they attacked the southwest mountains, they found that Jing Yueze had already disappeared into the vast mountains with the Jiuyou Cult's followers and wealth. In the end, they could only massacre the small countries and young clans in the southwest region, which could be considered a new territory for the Eastern Wei.
No one knew where they went, and no one knew what their end was. However, it was clear that the Shaman King's purpose of establishing the Jiuyou Cult was not to fight against Emperor Xi. However, what his real purpose and plan was had been buried in history. No one knew.
In history, there had been endless debates about whether the Shaman King could fight against Emperor Xi.
The moment they heard this name, both the Bluesky Night Luo and Jian Que were shocked.
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