Ailao Mountains

A group of people wearing uniform white cloaks and covering their faces and heads braved the wind and snow and walked toward the steep cliffs of the mountains. Under their feet was the endless Jinghu Lake of the Holy Mountain. Looking around, there was an open space all around, with horizontal planes and horizons.

They are connected together, and when you look from a high place, you can see only the snow-capped mountains and the reflection of the blue sky.

The wind blows and the snow blows, leaving long and winding footprints. They climb the mountain to enter the country, pass through thirty-three caves and forty-four monuments, and finally climb to a thousand-year ice cave on the top of a mountain.

Down.

"Finally... I have finally waited for this moment..." A hoarse and deformed voice came out of an old man's mouth with excitement.

Among this group of people were old and middle-aged people, as well as young and middle-aged people. They wore the same clothes, with only slight differences. For example, the ten serious and weathered old people walking at the front of the group, the straight collars of their cloaks were at the front of the group.

There are ancient totems embroidered on them, which are the divine emblems corresponding to the twelve branches. The people behind them do not have them. Only the two long sleeves are embroidered with the word "green".

Long and short, this handwriting is neither text nor picture, it is a kind of ideographic character. Even if ordinary people read it carefully, they will not understand its meaning at all.

"Rise up, crown and baptize, and meet the Holy Three of our clan to kowtow!"

He hurriedly arrived in the wind and snow, his face was dusty and frosty, he first straightened his clothes and acted solemnly, then he knelt on the ground in the Ten Thousand Years Cave and kowtowed three times before getting up.

After these actions, it was obvious that there was someone in this cave who was so awed that they had to tolerate no trace of impurity before they could enter with peace of mind.

At this time, the thick stone door of the ice cave rumbled upwards, and the cold white mist sprayed out. Feeling both excited and nervous, they were led in by ten old men through the white mist.

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All I saw was ice blue inside the cave. The ice layers were like curtains, layer upon layer forming a dune shape, like an outer world made of ice crystals. It was pure and transparent. The interior was wide and wide. There was an ice cone hanging like a cocoon in the center of the top.

Looking down, what is surprising is that there are two figures sealed in the crystal clear ice. Their childish white bodies are leaning back, one on the left and one on the right. Their arms are wrapped around their legs, and their heads are hanging low, as if they were in the mother's womb.

The posture is like ink flowers and algae, the hair is spread out and half covered with snow, the figure is like a clean twin lotus, the jade snow is exquisite.

They are actually a pair of cardamom twins!

At this time, a group of people outside the cave also entered. When they looked up and saw the "sleeping" twins in the ice pick, they knelt down and bowed their heads again. Their way of saluting was very special, and then they respectfully shouted: "Holy Witch King

Your Majesty, all the members of the twelve stems and clansmen hereby pay their respects!"

Naturally, the twins in the ice would not give them any response. They still had their eyes closed as if they were asleep, unaware of the world.

"Elder, why is there still no sign of the Lich King waking up?" someone asked uneasily.

"There were some accidents... But it doesn't matter. Most of the ceremony has been completed, and we have to make up for the rest. It's just..." The gray eyes of the elder of the Qian tribe narrowed into a deep haze.

If something unexpected happens during the process, it may be a subversive destruction.

"In order to awaken the Lich King and revive our witch clan, we have never regretted it even though we died nine times!" The clansmen swore with unity.

"There is one thing that has always been uncertain. Elder Qian, among these two...which one is the Holy Witch?" The tribesmen were not sure of the situation for a while.

The Lich King is not an ordinary person. If he/she comes to the world in response to the wish of the witch clan, he/she will be bound by the rules of the plane and must possess humans. After the elders of the twelve branches of the clan spent three years in seclusion and studied hard, they finally arrived. They had found a suitable body container, but they didn't expect it to be a pair of twins.

Moreover, the twins had the same destiny and appearance as soon as they were born, but there was only one of them, the Lich King, and they didn't know which one would end up coming, so they could only take them both away together.

Thirteen years have passed now, and the twins have been in a deep sleep because they were sealed by the witch clan's secret method. When they really wake up, it will be the time when the Lich King comes.

A kind of mystery appeared on the dry and yellow face of the elder of the Qian tribe. He whispered: "One of the two must be the one. When the gods come, they will know the answer."

"We can set up the formation."

The tribesmen took out fourteen gold vessels, the sacred objects of the Witch Clan, from their pockets. These fourteen gold vessels were respectively the yang, yin, wind, water, thunder, and electricity needed for the sacrifice... and placed the simple sacrificial vessels on the painted In the formation, everyone sat cross-legged. Looking down from a high place, it was a huge ancient formation containing thousands of things.

Among the fourteen people, those who were pure yin or pure yang were chosen to cut their wrists and bleed, and dripped the blood into fourteen vessels. When the blood filled the patterns of ghosts and gods engraved on the vessels, everyone would shout to the sky.

"…………"

The obscure and low-pitched language came out of their mouths, vibrating the air like bees pouring out of their nests, forming a strange whirlpool in the air. In the quiet cave, it seemed like something was about to explode.

Inspired by heaven and earth, a dark purple light suddenly shined straight into the sky from the Shengwu Mountain Range. Suddenly, the thick clouds on the snow-capped mountain peaks suddenly dispersed, and the calm and boundless Mirror Lake under the Ailao Mountain Mountains began to ripple, like an agitated moaning of pain, or like restlessness. 's roar.

The color of the world changed, but unexpectedly, at the critical moment, a group of people with bright clothes and angry horses rushed over. They were about a hundred people, but they were fully armed. They did not wear bulky thick clothes to keep out the cold. They only wore neat and close-fitting copper armor. , soft animal skin boots, and cold-edged swords. This is obviously a regular elite army, not a collection of private soldiers.

The leader is a dark-skinned, tall and mighty man, about twenty years old. He has a rough face, half of his face has uneven scars, like wounds healed after being burned, but the remaining half of his face is handsome with thick eyebrows. Big eyes, high nose bridge.

He waved his hand, and dozens of crossbowmen who jumped down from the cliff gathered behind him. He lowered the corners of his mouth, and his smile twisted because of the ferocious half of his face, as terrifying as the King of Hell.

"Surround them up and kill them!"

On the other side, hearing the movement outside the ice cave, the Wu Clan immediately ran out with several Wu Wus. They specialize in martial arts in the Wu Clan and are responsible for protecting the upper echelons of the Wu Clan.

"It's you!"

One of them, Wuwu Luolie, recognized the leader at a glance. His expression was stunned for a moment, and then he showed strong disgust and murderous intent.

"You are a minion of Nanzhao Kingdom, why are you here?"

"Why are you here? Hahaha... You traitors, do you know how long my king has been waiting for this moment?" He opened his white teeth, and his dark eyes were filled with burning flames.

"That puppet king? Ha!" Luo Lie sneered. Although he was a little surprised and confused about this situation, his face showed disdain.

Li Xin, who had just grasped everything in his hands, couldn't control his emotions when Luo Lie mentioned the word "puppet king" and became furious: "How outrageous! A mere traitor dares to slander my king. I think you are I really feel like I live too long!”

"Isn't it? He is just a fake king dressed in a white ponytail. Calling him a puppet is still a promotion. Fortunately for you, you still loyally serve such a fake as the king. It is simply ridiculous!" Luo Lie said sarcastically.

"you"

"Li Xin, why are you so angry about such nonsense?"

A voice as pure and clear as the breeze in the mountain stream drowned out Li Xin's angry voice. Li Xin was shocked and quickly separated from the crossbowmen. He bowed and saluted. His arrogant and arrogant eyebrows were as narrow as stone.

The wind, like streams of figures, slowly walked through it.

This person wore a very low-key jade silk robe, with a long jade body, elegant and graceful, a black feather razor clam fur coat, and a plush scarf around his neck, but he had another gorgeous and public appearance.

As soon as he appeared, the people on both sides of the show changed to varying degrees.

Luo Lie glanced at his face and his pupils tightened.

The person who was presented to Li Xin and others was a young man with a delicate and beautiful face, but his beauty was crystal clear and untainted by the world, with a slender figure, picturesque features, and a pair of light-colored amber eyes.

, no matter from any aspect, it is unique.

This is Baima Zilong, the king of Nanzhao Kingdom.

When Luo Lie saw the white horse, his body subconsciously tensed up. This was an instinctive reaction to be on full alert, but the next moment he thought of something and relaxed again.

"Everyone knows that you are just a fake. Do you think you can break our witchcraft?" Luo Lie dismissed it as if he had heard a joke.

"Fake?" Bai Mazi laughed softly when he heard the words. He muttered the simple word a hundred times, but his harmless and beautiful face was full of mystery.

A false dragon and a fake phoenix dared to show off their power in front of them. The eyes of the northern tiger behind Luo Lie turned dark, and he roared away with a "roar"

He was extremely tall, wearing only a tiger skin on his upper body. It was cold even if he showed his thick arms in the winter. He wore a whip that reached the sky, and he looked like a vicious dog or wild beast.

The huge air current turned violently and blew towards the army, sweeping them staggering around. The person standing at the front was directly knocked away and hit the stone wall, vomiting blood and fell to the ground.

"So what if a hundred people are here? You and other ordinary people can't even think of taking a step inside again!" Beihu's inverted triangular eyes widened and his momentum was like a rainbow.

"Treacherous minister! Don't be arrogant!" Li Xin took out his half-tall sword, rushed towards the Northern Tiger, dragging the tip of the sword to pierce the sparks.

Beihu rounded his arms and crossed them against his chest. There was a sound as Li Xin's long sword struck the gold bracelet wrapped around his wrist.

"Roar ah ah ah"

The northern tiger raised its neck and roared wildly. The golden circle shrank to the limit and was knocked out several meters. Li Xin turned over and landed, his sword danced like a dragon swimming. The wind and snow were raging, and the place where the two were fighting was covered in snow and fog.

Glancing at the two fighting men, Luo Lie formed a seal with his hands and uttered one word: "Shield Knot."

When Li Xin took action, the crossbowmen from Nanzhao also squatted down, aiming their short crossbows at Wu Wu's body to defend him, and fired without hesitation, but before they could get close to his body, they were all knocked away by invisible objects.

, a barrier was formed, and a light blue film in front of the ice cave blocked their prying eyes and progress.

The crossbowman stood up with a look of surprise on his face, his eyes full of shock. Is this the magic of the witch clan?

Luo Lie is a shaman, he doesn't understand witchcraft. This shield knot was made by the elder of the Lin clan of the twelve stems just in case, but he just held the weapon to open the knot.
Chapter completed!