In the southwest region, the once bordering Nanyun Province and Xigui Province, there is an unknown small mountain village.

Even in the years when zombie viruses were rampant, this small mountain village was particularly quiet and had not been affected at all.

Now the world outside has undergone earth-shaking changes, but this small mountain village is still the same as before.

In the forest on the east side of this small mountain village, there is a cave covered with trees and vines. It is difficult for outsiders to find this cave, but everyone in the village knows the location of the cave, but no one except the old village chief is allowed to enter it.

At this moment, the old village chief, who was nearly 80 years old, was holding a crutch. With the help of his granddaughter Sun Mengyao, he came to the entrance of the cave step by step. After signaling his granddaughter to wait outside, the old village chief staggered into the cave.

After passing through the long corridor, the old village chief came to a cave about half the size of a basketball court.

There is no external light source coming in the cave, but a blood-colored vine grows on the walls. The leaves of this vine emit a faint red light, which allows people to see everything in the cave clearly.

In the center of the cave is an altar, and above it is a statue of a demon god.

There were three ancient bronze lamps placed under the statue, but at this time, the flames of one of the bronze lamps had already been extinguished.

The old village chief's pupils shrank slightly, and a shocking aura burst out instantly.

But soon, the old village chief restrained this aura.

He threw away the crutches in his hand and quickly walked to the bottom of the altar. He carefully checked the extinguished bronze ancient lamp. After completely confirming that the ancient lamp was completely extinguished, he sighed a long time ago.

"Lao San, with your current cultivation level, who can kill you?" The old man sighed lightly, trying to turn around and return, but he felt that he was unwilling to find out the cause of the third child's death.

Finally, he bit his fingertips, carved a series of runes on the altar with blood, and then pointed at the extinguished bronze lamp.

A magnificent energy surged into the ancient lamp, and the ancient lamp suddenly became large, and a picture appeared directly.

In the picture, it is the scene where Ye Xiu punched the old man in the blood-red robe from the air.

"Bang!" When the fist hit the old man in blood robe, the picture instantly shattered.

The old village chief could not bear the backlash force, and opened his mouth and spurted out blood.

A blush appeared on his pale face, and his breath decreased a lot. Obviously, using this secret method to reproduce the scene of the deceased's death was extremely expensive.

The old man stared at the ancient lamp that was extinguished again.

His expression was very solemn.

In the end, the old man seemed to have made some decision and turned around and left the cave.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" When the old man walked out of the cave, his breath was extremely weak. Seeing the old man's unlucky face, the girl who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old exclaimed and quickly stepped forward to support the old man.

"Go back to the village and ask your three uncles to come to see me at home..." The old man did not explain, but just said softly.

The girl didn't dare to ask too much, so she quickly helped the old man back to the village.

Half an hour later, three middle-aged men with extremely similar appearances came to the old village chief's home, and the old village chief was sitting in front of a drawing board, as if drawing something.

The three middle-aged men, including the girl, did not dare to disturb the old man, but just stood by respectfully.

After waiting for a few more minutes, the old man put down the brush in his hand, turned the drawing board, and pointed it at the few people.

"Remember what he looks like..." the old man said to the three men.

The three of them were puzzled, but they quickly kept the characters on the drawing board in their hearts.

"It was him who killed your third uncle. It is very likely that all your third uncle's plans have failed in the past few years. I want you to come out and bring him back..." the old man muttered softly.

"Living?" asked one of the most sturdy men.

"Living!" the old man nodded.

"We understand!" The three of them received the order at the same time.

"Go, go, go and come back soon!" the old man waved.

The three of them dared not say anything, and even dared not ask the old man why his aura was so weak, so they directly left the house.

"Mengyao, have you remembered all the things that grandpa gave you?" The old man looked at his most doting granddaughter.

"I remember everything, grandpa..." Sun Mengyao nodded.

"That's good. From tomorrow, you can go to the cave to practice. Before becoming a great witch, you are not allowed to step out of the cave..."

"Grandpa..." Sun Mengyao's face changed.

Their village is not an ordinary village. All the village names are all disciples of the Blood God Cult, while the Blood God Cult has inherited the ancient witch religion.

She is still just an ordinary little witch now, not even a little witch. She doesn't know how long it will take to become a big witch.

After staying in the village for nearly twenty years, she was already very sad and wanted to go outside to see it, but now she was left alone in that gloomy cave. How could she accept it?

But before she could refuse, the old man had directly interrupted: "Our Blood God Cult is lurking for thousands of years, and now it is a chaotic world. It is the opportunity for the rise of my Blood God Cult. You are the only natural blood demon body in the past thousand years. The important task of strengthening my Blood God Cult is on you. Mengyao, don't let grandpa down..."

Looking at grandpa's old face, Sun Mengyao didn't know what to say for a moment.

Finally, he could only nod hard: "I understand, grandpa!"

"Go, get ready!" the old man sighed softly.

He seemed to be aged in his teens.

The girl bowed deeply to the old man and retreated respectfully.

The old man closed his eyes silently, but his mind was full of the scene of Ye Xiu killing his third brother.

Although he was not present at the scene just through the scene before his third brother died, the old man could still see that the punch that killed his third brother was definitely not the power of a warrior, but the extremely pure power of witch martial arts.

Could it be that he is also the inheritor of other factions of the ancient witch sect?

Although the old man already knew that the power system of Yuan Fighters that are popular outside now is similar to that of ancient Wuwuwu, these so-called Yuan Fighters basically relied on the effect of potions to stimulate their own strength, which is essentially different from the real Wuwuwuwu.

To put it simply, the real Wuwuwu relies on cultivation to stimulate his own potential step by step and gain powerful strength. Whether it is the foundation or the use of his own power, it is far superior to those Yuanfen who gain power by taking drugs!

It is no exaggeration to say that at the same level, a real Wuwuwu can easily kill more than ten Yuan fighters.

However, he knew that the young man who killed his third brother was definitely the purest witch martial arts, and the other party's inheritance was far more profound than the Blood God Sect!

Is the witchcraft going to be prosperous?
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