Night covers the southern wilderness.

The sky is bright, and the limit of the sky is reaching the sight. The sky is full of fist-sized stars shining brightly. The colorful starlight condenses into water mist visible to the naked eye, slowly landing from high altitudes, nourishing all things in the world.

On the giant green mulberry trees on the top of Jinwu Ridge, hundreds of huge fire crows stood on the edge of the cliff and lined up, opening their mouths and silently sucking the energy in the starlight. Jinwu Ridge was shrouded by a layer of rich red starlight. Above more than a dozen giant green mulberry trees, the fiery red starlight turned into a huge vortex, and infinite star power continued to pour into the giant tree.

Ji Hao sat on the roof of his house, quietly looking at the magical night sky. His fingers covered his lower abdomen, constantly changing magic seals, traction of the star power into himself. His thin body emitted a faint light, as if it was integrated with the starlight in the sky.

The "Nine Characters Mantra" originates from the secret method of the Nine Characters Mantra. It can open up the deepest potential of the human body, communicate the ultimate mystery of the universe, and reach the wonderful realm of the unity of man and nature. Since his birth, Ji Hao has re-educated the alchemy scriptures. He has practiced it for nearly ten years and has achieved some success in the alchemy scriptures.

In the purple palace between the eyebrows, in the vast and boundless soul space, a misty purple palace Yuandan is slowly rotating.

"Hao, come back to sleep! I stare at the sky every night. Do you still want to fly to the sky?" Ji Xia's gentle voice sounded in the yard: "It's not difficult to fly to the sky. When you practice to become the Witch King, you can fly to the sky and escape from the ground!"

Speaking of this, Ji Xia couldn't help laughing loudly.

Everyone knows that the Fire Crow tribe has not had a powerful witch king-level power for thousands of years. The Fire Crow tribe, which could have been on par with the Bifang tribe and the Suzaku tribe, has become a tribe under the Bifang tribe because it lacks the power of the Witch King-level power.

Even Ji Xia, although she knew that Ji Hao was a genius, she didn't think that Ji Hao had too much hope to become a noble witch king. Although Ji Hao had excellent talent, he was just a small third-level witch man now. He had not even reached the small witch realm. After breaking through the small witch realm, there was a big witch realm with more difficult cultivation. Only after breaking through the large witch realm can he be able to fly to the sky and escape and turn the rivers and seas.

"Oh~~~" replied lazily, put away the alchemy handprints, and Ji Hao landed lightly from the roof.

A head of five feet long was five feet long, and a bronze-skinned bear with red hair was lazily lying at the entrance of the wooden house. Ji Hao happened to land on the crazed bear's soft belly. The big bear, who was snoring comfortably, opened one eye and gently touched Ji Hao's body with a fat bear's paw.

Ji Hao took out a fruit, opened the mouth of the crazy bear and stuffed it in.

The big bear, who was sleeping in darkness, swallowed the fruit in one bite, and was too lazy to chew it.

"Fatty, sooner or later you will be too fat to walk, and you will be unable to be my dad's mount." Ji Hao kicked the big bear in the head. The fat bear simply covered his face with both hands, and looked like he could let you ravage and Master Xiong just sleeping.

Shaking his head, Ji Hao walked into the wooden house.

Qing Fu, wearing a long linen skirt, sat in the corner of the wooden house, holding a jade pestle in both hands, and carefully grinding a green-colored medicinal slurry in the medicine bowl. There was a thin blue smoke on Qing Fu's ten fingers hovering down the pestle and constantly blending into the pestle.

The tiny herbal residue in the medicinal pulp gradually dissolves in the green smoke, and the medicinal pulp gradually becomes clear and pure, and becomes viscous and vigorous. Under the continuous grinding of the green porridge, it slowly becomes a ointment with a texture like a beautiful jade.

"Em!" Ji Hao sat in front of Qing Fu and looked at his mother quietly.

Qingfu is not a member of the Fire Crow tribe. She comes from the Qingyi tribe, a small tribe in the East that is attached to the Fire Crow tribe. The women in this tribe are all born witch sacrifices, and are especially good at identifying and refining various medicines.

The women in the Fire Crow tribe were all tall and burly, like men, and were a group of fierce creatures who could fight against all kinds of beasts in the mountains and forests with spears and axes. However, the women in the Qingyi tribe all came out with water, tall, with a snowy complexion and a picturesque face.

Ji Hao's mother Qing Fu is the most talented witch ritual of the Qingyi tribe, and is also known as the number one beauty in the Qingyi tribe in the past century.

However, the beautiful face of the past is now a little haggard. Qing Fu is at most less than 30 years old. His temples are already gray, and there is no blood on his beautiful lips. Like Ji Xia, who is so skinny that he is very thin, Qing Fu is also extremely withered.

As Qing Fu carefully grinded the ointment, he raised his eyes and smiled with a 'hisper': "Hao, how powerful today? Did you defeat Ji Shu's son?"

Ji Hao grabbed his head and looked at Qing Fu and smiled, "I just took a little advantage, but he wasn't hurt. Well, I can't beat him in a head-on battle. But if I enter the forest, I can let him die ten thousand times."

As he was talking and laughing, a terrible chill suddenly flashed away on Ji Hao's body.

Qing Fu looked at Ji Hao with relief, lowered his head and said softly: "Well, I'll feel relieved in this way. Don't imitate your father. I always want to maintain the overall situation of the tribe, and I always want to calm down the people... This is the Southern Wilderness, if you are not cruel and ruthless, how can you survive?"

A strange fragrance came, and the ointment in the medicine bowl had already formed. Qing Fu grabbed the ointment and slowly rolled into twelve blue pills the size of a thumb, and carefully put them into a jade bottle.

"Hao, be sure to remember the stories that Emu told you when you were a child. Our Qingyi tribe was also a very powerful tribe far to the east. But it was because an old grandmother was fooled that the entire Qingyi tribe was almost destroyed and finally escaped to the southern wilderness." Qingfu's pair of phoenix eyes flashed coldly and said lightly: "After the ancestor worship ceremony half a month later, it would be okay for your father to survive, if he died..."

Ji Hao lowered his head and listened quietly to Qing Fu's advice: "If your father is killed by Ji Shu, I will die with him. You leave the tribe and wait until you become stronger, then kill Ji Shu's family and avenge your father and Am."

Ji Xia walked into the wooden house with a large piece of animal meat. He looked at Qing Fu and said with a smile: "Why are you talking about these things to Hao? At the ancestor worship ceremony, I may not be losing to that boy Ji Shu. If you want to be the leader of the warrior of our Fire Crow Tribe, hehe, how can it be so easy?"

Ji Hao stopped saying a word, stretched out his hands and hugged Qing Fu. Ji Hao walked up the stairs and arrived at the room where he lived.

At the ten-year ancestor worship ceremony, the leaders of all tribes of the Fire Crow tribe will come to the Jinwuling Holy Land to worship their ancestors. This is also the only opportunity for the power of the entire Fire Crow tribe to change.

Ten years ago, when Ji Xia was at its peak, Ji Shu was no match for him at all.

But now Ji Xia, his strength has been greatly reduced by the witch cave. It is likely that Ji Xia has fallen from the Great Witch Realm to the Small Witch Realm as Ji Shu and his gang said. Faced with the aggressive Ji Shu and others, can Ji Xia hold on? Can Qing Fu survive? Without their wings, how long can his life last?

"This ghost place is not a peaceful world... This land has to eat people." In recent years, Ji Hao has seen many children who belong to the tribes that were destroyed by the enemy. Now Ji Hao does not have enough strength to resist the dangers from the outside world.

Strength must be obtained as soon as possible.

Even if you can't help Ji Xia too much, you must strengthen your strength as soon as possible and do your best to deal with all possible future changes.

Close the door and open the closed window, allowing the starlight to shine into the room. Ji Hao lay on a wide and thick lion skin and closed his eyes. A hundred times stronger than his ordinary peers rushed towards Niwan Palace, and Ji Hao came to his soul space.

"Hey, old man, I'm here. I agree to the deal you proposed. Use your so-called "Supplement to the Heavens" to exchange for my Nine-character Mantra Alchemy Sutra. By the way, don't forget the benefits you promised me."

With Ji Hao's cry, a white mist gushed out of nowhere in the vast soul space, condensed into a white disc in front of Ji Hao.

A tall figure sat cross-legged on the jade plate, looking down at Ji Hao from a high place.

"Little guy, if you trade with me, you will never suffer any loss, let alone regret it."

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