Ancient Great Witch Modern Legend (Ghost, Rebirth) Author: Yanhua Qibao

Ancient Great Witch and Modern Legend Author: Yanhua Qibao Prologue There is a vast expanse between heaven and earth. The never-ending heavy rain filled the four directions, making Hua breathless. He coughed up as much mud and sand as he could, which he had poured into his mouth. He looked far away, where his king and his people were. It has been more than a month since Hua built and maintained the dike here. The imbalance of water spirits is everywhere between heaven and earth. The consciousness of the three spirits of metal, wood and fire is hazy and difficult to distinguish. Only the earth spirits can remain awake and respond to Hua's call. Hua clenched his hands, feeling powerless and filled his body and mind with the breath of despair, thinking of the omens of destruction appearing in divination and the failure of soothing Shuiling. Hua knew that this was not only brought about by the heavy situation, but also by the weakness and exhaustion of his original spirit. Although his primordial spirit is powerful, after all, it can not resist the original power between heaven and earth. Heaven and earth change, the five spirits are unbalanced, the water spirit is dominant and the other four spirits are dispirited, and the chaotic and violent energy is ready to crush all things. The consciousness of the water spirit became crazy and fierce under this violent force, unable to communicate. The sorcery clan tried to soothe the water spirit by casting spells several times, but failed, and even injured the primordial spirit by its chaotic spiritual power. Hua is here to build an embankment, absolutely can not afford to lose, on both sides of this turbulent river, is his home. Those houses, those lands, those mountains and rivers, those thousands of tribes and peoples, those countless creatures who depended on him, he could not let them all be destroyed. What will remain of the land through which the waters rush? Perhaps he will remain, and so will other powers, and so will the king. But that's no longer home. The king led the elite people to a distant place to dredge the end of the river, and it was also difficult to do so. The water did not fall, and Hua had exhausted the power of yuan Ling, and was extremely tired and weak. The flood roared past, and Hua climbed to the high ground, closing his eyes and sensing the atmosphere. As the rain gets heavier and heavier, the earth force weakens at a visible speed, and the energy of the water spirit seems to be endless, and there is even a sign of collapse of the earth force. The mournful sound of the broken earth spirit was almost imperceptible, and it seemed that even the strength of groaning was gone. No matter how much Hua inspires with his own primordial spirit, the earth spirit just can't cheer up. The banks on both sides of the flood shivered, and the mud and gravel rolled down and flowed into the distance with the water. Over there, it's Haikou. Hua felt dizzy and realized that this was the result of the exhaustion of his primordial spirit, and that he had no ability to replenish and mobilize the earth spirit. The earth spirits here have been helping themselves to maintain the embankment for days, but they have spent a lot of money and can't bear the heavy burden. The heavy rain does not stop, the river rises rapidly, the embankment is built higher and higher, the earth spirit is more and more laborious day by day, and eventually there will be a time when the spiritual power is exhausted and collapsed. Hua knew in his heart that it was impossible to go on like this, and that he had reached the limit. Struggling to soothe the spirit of the earth, he asked him to try his best to maintain it. Hua Hua turned out a hundred feet of sorcery body and strode to Haikou. The closer it is to Haikou, touch screen digital signage , the more tyrannical the power between heaven and earth is. The water spirit is furious, and the crazy spiritual power pulls the weak yuan spirit with great pain. But in the water spirit frantic spiritual power, unexpectedly also has the dragon blood breath, in which anger and sorrow, causes Hua's heart suddenly to sink. Far away, I saw my people sitting in the mud, axes and baskets scattered on the ground, the men who had been full of vitality were tired and confused, sweat and tears mixed with the pouring rain, falling on the earth carrying them. In front of them was the high cliff, which seemed to never be shaken. The stone wall was in front of the sea outlet of the river. The water hit the stone wall violently and was cut back by the stone wall. The Rapids rolled up huge waterspouts. In the muddy waves, they went out to sea from the narrow sea beside the stone wall. No one knows how long ago this stone wall stood here. Year after year, the river rushed in and could not be shaken. No matter how much water and how violent it was, it had to be forced back in front of the high cliff. The water could only come out of the narrow mouth beside the cliff. It's fine at ordinary times, but now the heavy rain is pouring down, the drainage power of Haikou is far behind the rising water, the river has nowhere to go, and the disaster of collapse is just around the corner. If you want to save your tribe, the only way is to break the stone wall and open the sea. However, it is not easy to break through the thousands of stone walls that the river hits every day and can't do anything.
This stone wall is a natural foreign body. Although it looks like a stone, it does not give birth to an earth spirit. It even has the potential to repel and weaken the power of the spirit. Hua once transported the spirit to explore the stone wall, hoping to find a way to communicate and mobilize. However, when approaching the stone wall, he was pulled by inexplicable gravity, and was almost torn apart by the connection between the primordial spirit and the sorcery body. It seems that such a foreign body created by heaven and earth can not be broken by ordinary means. Hua silently looked at his people on the ground, including powerful warriors and wise old people with white hair. With the best tools of the clan and the heart of death, they were brought here by the king of thousands of miles to fight for their lives for their relatives and friends. But they were all defeated in front of the stone wall. So, what about Wang? The fog of dragon's blood filled the air all around, and the roar of the dragon resounded through hundreds of miles. Wang! A man roared hoarsely, holding his head and crying. On the high cliff, a big blue dragon clings to it. Tai Lung scratched with his claws, gnawed with his mouth, and hit with his horns. The stones were broken and flying, but Tai Lung was also bruised by the unusually hard stone wall. Chiseling the wall day and night, Tai Lung's divine power has long been used up, and now it is purely relying on strong flesh, body, brute force to break the wall. The dragon knew that the crisis was coming in an instant, and the wizard had been there for more than a month, so how could there be any spare power. Seeing that a huge stone was loosened by his grasp, Tai Lung dragged his exhausted body into the air, hit the root of the huge stone hard, knocked the stone off the cliff, and he was also crushed by this force, and blood oozed from his abdomen. Hua Xin shook and strode forward, holding the huge body of the dragon. The Great Witch! It's the big witch! Big witch, big witch! When the people on the ground saw the hundred-foot high Hua, they shouted loudly and bowed down in the mud, hoping that Hua could guide them this time and lead them to overcome the disaster. When Tai Lung saw that it was Hua who was holding him up, he knew that the dikes on both sides of the river could not hold up, and that he had not been able to break through the stone walls, so he hung his head with sadness and guilt. hsdtouch.com