Witch Wind

Chapter 207: The Creation of the Witch (Part )

Wuyue Hall.

On the grassy slope.

Xing Tianli had removed the magic cover of the airship, and the huge airship was completely exposed, like a fat fish, lazily lying on the grass slope. A group of mountain children were chasing and playing around the airship, occasionally hitting the wall of the airship's cabin.

A few skinny mountain dogs sneaked up to the airship, stretched out their wet noses to sniff it, lifted their hind legs with disdain, and sprayed a string of urine on it, happily leaving a mark of their territory on the airship.

Several Yingji soldiers sat in the cockpit of the airship, quietly observing the movements outside the airship through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. They seemed to be indifferent, but in their pupils, a very faint scarlet light flickered slightly. Their eyes easily penetrated the houses made of rubble, penetrated dozens of thick stone walls, and easily scanned the bloody bodies inside.

The eyes of several soldiers had obviously undergone some special evolution.

In their field of vision, everyone's height, weight, body contour details, and even the concentration of their exuding qi and blood were extremely detailed, with even more than a dozen decimal places marked.

"What an incredible group of people." A colonel with light brown hair muttered in a low voice: "These guys were originally just a group of ordinary people, but after being cast into magic by the Marquis of Black Cloud, they have now become as terrifying as those gods' messengers."

A lieutenant colonel held a fine porcelain teacup, took a sip of black tea, and said confidently: "But, after all, the power of the gods is stronger, right? We were just ordinary mortals, but the gods also gave us incredible power."

The colonel bent his arm vigorously, and the muscles on his arm twitched violently a few times, making a faint rumbling sound like the vibration of a bowstring. He nodded and said, "Yes, it was the messenger of God who gave us a new life. Now, we are enjoying the treatment of the baron's honor within the empire... Therefore, we must complete our mission perfectly."

The eyes of several officers and soldiers were simultaneously fixed on the tall, burly figure in the Wuyuetang ancestral temple, whose Qi and blood data were no different from those of ordinary mortals. After smelting hundreds of mountains and stimulating the blood of tens of thousands of mountain elders and elite representatives, giving them extraordinary powers, Xing Tianli returned to the ancestral temple and sat there obediently.

Several officers and soldiers pursed their lips at the same time.

No matter what, we just need to keep a close eye on Xing Tianli - the orders from the two honorable elders, Di Ling and Di Gu, are very clear. As long as Xing Tianli does not leave their sight, no matter what Xing Tianli does, it has nothing to do with them.

All they have to do is make sure that Xing Tianli doesn't sneak into Yingjishi's mainland!

If, once they discovered, Xing Tianli was out of their sight, then as long as they issued a timely warning, their mission would be perfectly accomplished.

Their eyes have undergone a magical evolution and mutation, and possessed a power that can be called god-like. With such a magical power of eyes, just staring at the death penalty carp is such an easy and pleasant task!
"What a pity! The women of these mountain people stink." A major stretched lazily, "I can't understand how they can possess extraordinary powers. This world is really crazy!"

Several British officers twitched their faces at the same time.

Finally, the colonel snorted coldly: "These lowly tribes... We cannot guess the will of the gods. But..."

The colonel smiled subtly and lowered his voice: "You know who my uncle is. So, I am a little more informed than you..."

Several officers and soldiers came over.

The colonel lowered his voice and muttered the information he had obtained through his connections.

Inside the ancestral temple, Xing Tianli was sitting quietly under the statue of Hou Tu Wu made from polished stones.

In the early morning, he activated the bloodlines of representatives from various tribes. In order to meet the needs of stimulating the bloodlines of tens of thousands of people at the same time, Xing Tianli put all his strength into smelting hundreds of mountains that were about a mile high and had a base area of ​​several miles in radius.

A huge amount of mountain tops rich in metal ores were melted, and the primordial Qi obtained by tracing back to the source not only successfully stimulated the blood of tens of thousands of mountain elites, but also brought great benefits to the nine small bronze tripods - one of which was that Xing Tianli clearly felt that these nine small tripods successfully integrated and activated the 'essence' of the 'Wuhuang Ding'.

'Wuhuang Ding'?
In the past life of Xing Tianli, even in the popular myths, the name of this object was extremely rare. Only in some unofficial histories and novels, such as Jinghong Yi Xiang, did a similar name appear.

But the 'Nuwa Emperor Ding' actually exists?

After devouring the primordial Qi obtained by tracing back to the source of dozens of small mountains, the nine small tripods merged with a trace of the "essence" of "mediating creation" of the "Wuhuang Tripod", and thus gained the great magical power of "creating things out of thin air".

Of course, with Xing Tianli's realm and strength, it is impossible for him to create an insect at this stage.

But some 'dead things' are no problem at all.

As long as there are 'samples', as long as there are 'enough materials'... even without 'real materials', as long as a sufficient amount of Primordial Qi is provided, the nine small bronze tripods with enhanced foundation and skyrocketing power can also transform the 'Primordial Qi into a true and illusory form' and turn it into a 'real and true' creation.

Xing Tianli took out a pile of guns and ammunition obtained from the Kingdom of Yingjishi. He was silent for a while, and threw the guns and ammunition into the small bronze tripod one by one.

He first threw in a sleek and graceful automatic rifle with a thirty-round magazine.

On the surface of a small bronze tripod, wisps of divine patterns of creation emerged one after another. The component structure of this automatic rifle, as well as the composition ratio of its various components, were thoroughly refined in an instant.

A small hill stored in the small cauldron melted in an instant, and various metal materials and other elemental materials were refined and purified in an instant under the burning of the bronze witch flame.

A wisp of primordial Qi spun gently, and various materials quickly came together inwards in an incomparable perfect proportion.

With a sound of "click", ten thousand automatic rifles were "created" in the small bronze tripod.

Xing Tianli's spiritual power, which was almost comparable to that of a Golden Immortal, swept over the ten thousand automatic rifles fiercely - he was horrified to find that with his spiritual power at the Golden Immortal level, he could not tell any difference between these ten thousand rifles.

Even the positions of the metal atoms on the magazine are exactly the same!
At least, at this level where he had just entered the Golden Immortal realm, for Xing Tianli, these ten thousand rifles were all the same and there was no flaw to be found.

Xing Tianli opened his mouth and was silent for a while. He pointed his finger and a bullet was thrown into the small bronze tripod.

The next moment, 100 million identical bullets with no differences or flaws were produced.

Then came thousands of light and heavy machine guns, hundreds of millions of machine gun bullets, thousands of large and small caliber artillery pieces, and tens of millions of artillery shells of various calibers. There were also mountains of grenades and a large amount of military explosives.

Xing Tianli exhaled lightly.

In his previous life, he was a standard liberal arts student, and he had never practiced any weapon-refining techniques in this life. He was too busy absorbing and exhaling the Primordial Qi to return to his previous life, so how could he have the time to study talismans, weapons, formations, pills, and the like?

However, after the nine bronze tripods merged with a trace of the 'essence' of the 'Wuhuang Ding', they actually had such incredible power of creation.

This is still because Xing Tianli's cultivation is not high, and the degree of integration of the "essence" of the "Wuhuang Ding" is not high... Think about it, when Xing Tianli's cultivation really breaks through to the Golden Immortal, or even to the Taiyi, Daluo, or even higher realms... the nine small bronze tripods completely integrate the magical power of the "Wuhuang Ding", what can he achieve?
However, even now? Xing Tianli pondered for a moment, then he pulled out a strand of his hair and threw it into the bronze tripod.

'laugh'!
Pushed by the power of creation, strands of primordial Qi continuously merged into this strand of hair. Soon, this strand of hair grew into a perfect human skin—a human skin that was exactly the same as Xing Tianli's, with no difference at all.

The Tongtian Yuling Banner slowly rose, and the ghost king Aobai, who was roaring in a low voice, gasped and rushed out of the Tongtian Yuling Banner. He respectfully paid homage to Xing Tianli, and then pounced on the human skin released by Xing Tianli. In the netherworld witchcraft, the "painted skin" method plagiarized by many evil ghosts in later generations was activated.

In an instant, Aobai became the same as Xingtianli.

Same height, same aura, same looks, except that the light flashing in his eyes was more sinister and profound. Even if the Yingji soldiers outside stood in front of Oboi to look at him, even if they used their hands to pull his skin, flip his mouth and eyelids to look at him carefully, this was the 'genuine' 'Xing Tianli real body'!
Xing Tianli groaned, and a wisp of blood essence flew out from his brow and seeped into the body of the Ghost King, whose strength was almost breaking through the Golden Immortal Realm. The vast blood essence instantly mixed with the cold and evil blood essence of the Ghost King in the Ghost King's clone's body. Strands of pure and ancient aura surged, making this clone exactly the same as himself in both aura and appearance.

Wisps of mysterious aura surged, Xing Tianli made a seal, and his true form disappeared.

The negative energy that was emanating from the body of the Ghost King's clone quickly retracted, and he stood where Xing Tianli had originally been. In the eyes of several Yingji soldiers outside who were using strange vision to see through things from time to time, Xing Tianli had merely stood up.

The Ghost King's clone laughed strangely, put his hands behind his back, held his head high and strode out.

When he walked, he had the majestic gait of a dragon and a tiger, and his innate aura of "Aobai", the "No. 1 Baturu" and "No. 1 Powerful Minister", was revealed intentionally or unintentionally. It was very different from Xing Tianli's usual carefree, tranquil, natural and mellow aura.

However, how could the Yingji soldiers who were responsible for monitoring him understand such subtle changes in his aura?
The Ghost King's clone strode out, and with a wave of his sleeves, a large number of guns and ammunition that had just been produced flew out. He laughed strangely and said in a deep voice to Xing Tianzhi who was not far away: "Brother Zhi, gather the brothers and prepare for a big fight."

Xing Tianzhi blinked his eyes, then he widened his eyes and stared straight at the Ghost King's clone.

He was sure that this was not Xing Tianli.

This body movement, this aura of power, and this tone of voice, it is definitely not the Xing Tianli he is familiar with. But soon, a wisp of heat hit his ear, and Xing Tianli leaned close to his ear and whispered: "For the next two days, take him outside to hang out, fight, make a fuss, let everyone think that I am here to make trouble."

"The Jieshi Mansion wants to take over the Dusk Mountains, so we should really fight and make a fuss."

The Dusk Mountains stretch for tens of thousands of miles, like a giant spider, entrenched in the south of the Western Continent. In this vast mountainous area, there are hundreds of millions of mountain people with the blood of the witches. As long as Xing Tianli opens their blood one by one, it is conceivable how powerful and terrifying this force is.

If such a force were moved to the Eastern Shenzhou... Oh no, if those old monsters from Yu, Xia, and Shang jumped out, would they listen to Xing Tianli or those old monsters?
The blood of the witches is a mysterious thing. God knows if the three ancient families have any means to directly command these mountain people. If this really happens, Xing Tianli spent so much blood and Taichu Qi to open the blood of these people. Wouldn't it be a waste for those old guys?
So, let them stay in the Dusk Mountains.

They will become a huge iron nail, firmly stuck in the heart of Western Land, becoming Xing Tianli's eyes and ears, helping him to grasp the movements of Western Land; they can also become Xing Tianli's fist and his knife, directly threatening the situation in the entire Western Land.

Therefore, the Xilu branch of the Jieshi Mansion must be firmly established!
Xing Tianzhi immediately understood what Xing Tianli meant. He did not ask Xing Tianli what he was going to do. He just whistled and attracted a large group of mountain people. They carried a large amount of ammunition, whistled and performed various five elements escape techniques, and headed straight for the town of Marilyn.

The Ghost King's clone also grinned grimly, and wisps of cold wind rose from under his feet, carrying him into the air. He flew through the clouds and mist, and also rushed to the small town of Marilyn, which was only a hundred miles away in the south.

Inside the airship, a group of Yingji soldiers hurriedly started the airship. The faint blue electromagnetic light outside the metal body of the airship was like floating water waves. The airship took off silently and quickly left following the Ghost King.

North of the town of Marilyn, Major General Artuso's face twitched and his body trembled slightly as he watched two guards stretch out a sheepskin in front of them. On the roughly tanned sheepskin, they used simple charcoal pencils and crude techniques to draw a rough picture of the Dusk Mountains.

It was not known whether it was cow blood or sheep blood, but a red circle encircled the entire Dusk Mountains on the sheepskin in the middle. On the right side of the red circle, the words "Jieshi Gong Xingyuan" were written in four languages: English, Farus, Idoli, and Saint Norman.

"How dare you!" Artuso angrily slapped the sheepskin to the ground. He was so excited that blood dripped from his nostrils. He quickly tightened the handkerchief on his nose and shouted, "You are just daydreaming. The Dusk Mountains have been the territory of the great Yidoli Kingdom since ancient times!"

"Every mountain, every river, every valley, every alpine pasture, and every economic mine here are the wealth of the kingdom... You damned mountain people, you stupid, dirty, lowly, uncivilized bandits, robbers, villains, scoundrels... you..."

He Duo coughed lightly: "Your people are still in our hands!"

Artuso's curses suddenly stopped. He kicked the money bag beside him vigorously and said in a deep voice: "All the gold coins are here. Let's release them quickly... Let's complete the hostage exchange first, and then we can discuss the ownership of Dusk Mountains."

As they spoke, Artuso and his adjutant laughed together.

The two men subconsciously glanced at the town behind them - it was not a big town, but a large number of elite soldiers were ambushed inside and outside. On average, in every house, including the woodshed, stables, warehouses, inns, etc., every place that could hide people, there were dozens of soldiers hiding.

A large number of fortifications were built inside and outside the town.

As long as those shamelessly kidnapped officers and soldiers are sent back, at Artuso's command, this elite army will follow the valley to the north and attack the Dusk Mountains.

Going deep into the mountains is, of course, impossible.

The mountainous area of ​​the Dusk Mountains is too dangerous, and large-scale troops cannot penetrate deep into it. However, if they can simply sweep the marginal areas, such as the grassy slope where the Five Mountains Hall is located, kill a group of damn kidnappers, and capture tens of thousands of prisoners, all aspects can be explained.

Even through this tough raid, we can scare those damn mountain people.

Artuso thought silently, maybe the cost of the mercenaries promised by the Kingdom's War Department could be reduced? Well, beat them up first, and then negotiate with their elders?
Several guards carried the heavy bags of money with difficulty and presented them to He Duo and He Xi, uncle and nephew.

The uncle and nephew brought only a few people, only about twenty or thirty.

They quickly took over several heavy money bags, and happily untied the ropes on the money bags, revealing the golden coins inside. Several mountain people grabbed the gold coins with a smile on their faces and bit them hard with their teeth. They completely forgot how strong they were now and how good their teeth were. With one bite, the gold coins were directly bitten off, revealing the yellow cross-section.

"Gold coins, pure gold!" The mountain people smiled brightly.

Artuso looked at these 'country bumpkins' coldly, and he made up his mind that as soon as those poor kidnapped little guys were sent back, he would order an all-out attack to leave all these shameful kidnappers behind.

A large amount of sand and dust was howling and strong wind was blowing in their faces. Artuso and a group of officers and soldiers hurriedly retreated more than ten steps, but the wind was too strong and they could not stand steadily, so they had to continue retreating.

Xing Tianzhi and his group appeared out of thin air in the wind and sand. They came to He Duo and He Xi. Before they could say anything, the Ghost King's clone had already descended from the sky and shouted, "Okay, stop talking nonsense. This town looks beautiful and is a suitable place to live. It should belong to me."

"Left and right, my men, attack!"

The Ghost King's clone let out a long howl, and the sky suddenly changed color. A gust of wind, carrying a large amount of black air, roared out along the valley behind him. Suddenly, the sky became dark, and fist-sized hailstones whistled down from the sky, mixed with biting and cold rain, splashing all over the heads and faces of the Yidoli soldiers who were ambushing outside the town.

(End of this chapter)