He muttered to himself, and then disappeared into the night with a whoosh.
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The land of the Far North, the northernmost part of the witch clan's land, is also the holy land of the Great Witch. Although the three major tribes have been fighting for many years, when they come here, they will reach a reconciliation to comfort the ignorant witch clan's powerful old witch.
At this time, countless people from the Witch Clan were kneeling outside the Great Witch Temple. Some of them bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, while others knelt for a long time without getting up. In the center of them, there was a group of young disciples.
The young disciples were all wearing the same robes, which flashed miserably under the hazy moonlight. Their fair faces were filled with fear, and their pupils were dilated, as if they were experiencing some pain.
This group of young disciples were none other than the captured disciples from the ten major sects, and the four of Wind, Thunder, Rain and Lightning were also among them. However, compared to those panicked ordinary disciples, they seemed relatively calm.
"Lie Shan Xiu, are these people what you call aliens?" Suddenly, a roar was heard in the sky, and a red cloud came from afar and appeared at the edge of the Great Witch Temple with a whoosh.
When the red cloud descended, a fat and big-eared man walked out from it. He was wearing a loose robe, with his chest exposed, and a tuft of thick black hair on his chest.
He walked towards the center of the crowd with great arrogance, and finally came to the side of the old man in light green robe (the law enforcement elder). He looked at him with his big eyes and said, "Why did you bring so many people here? Even if you want to perform a sacrifice, you should use people from the Wuzhen tribe."
There was confusion in his eyes, but he quickly looked to the other side of the crowd after he finished speaking. At the end of the Wu Clan, there were countless people standing. From their attire, it could be seen that they were the people from the Wuzhen tribe who had lost contact with Feng Qingyang.
"What did you say? What do you mean by using our people for sacrifice? Why not use your own?" The Huozhen tribe leader had a bad temper and said angrily at the rough man.
"Hehe, no reason, don't you want to leave this damn prison? Your ancestor has disappeared, but our ancestor is still here."
At this point, he paused, as if brewing something, and then continued: "Only by using your blood essence to open the temple gate, and then we can control the body of the Great Witch God in one fell swoop, then we can easily break this damn cage. Don't you want to?"
These words left the Huozhen tribe leader speechless. His face looked extremely ugly. For him, who had lived a life of luxury, no one had ever dared to speak to him like this. Naturally, he couldn't bear it. Just when he couldn't help but take action, he was instantly stopped by Shuitian beside him.
"No, the death energy here is too dense. If we act on our own, we won't be able to get any replenishment and will be exhausted to death here." Shui Tian said indifferently. For the old fox Zhong, how could he not know what the rough man was thinking
"I say, since you have joined forces with us, you must contribute your own strength. Don't you want to get out of this cage?"
Seeing that they ignored him, the burly man felt that he was asking for trouble and murmured, "Do you think the so-called Son of Fate is just about opening the temple gate?"
After saying that, he never mentioned it again, but looked at Shui Tian meaningfully, as if telling him that there were many unknown tricks involved.
Seeing this, Shui Tian frowned and turned his head to look at the densely packed crowd in front of him. There were at least tens of thousands of people. Such a large number of people gathered together was a rare occurrence in the Jiezhu world. It was no exaggeration to say that they were out in full force.
Moreover, those members of the Great Witch Clan all knelt on the ground with pious looks. No one knew what benefits they had gained, but they behaved so respectfully, as if it would not be too much to sacrifice their lives.
call…
Suddenly, there was another strong wind, and three more people appeared in the field. They were wearing animal skins and looked primitive and ancient, but the fluctuating aura on their bodies made people dare not look directly at them, and even afraid of them.
"Hmph..." Several people looked at each other, with dissatisfaction flashing in their eyes. It can be seen that the contradictions in the land of the Wu clan are also deeply rooted and not as solid as imagined.
"Lie Shanxiu, you were tricked by a little zombie in the misty sea, is that true?" An old man who looked like an immortal walked out from among the three people who had just arrived here. He looked at the law enforcement elder Nuo Yu and said with a smile.
He seems easy-going, but anyone can see the sarcasm in his expression.
"What do you know? It is said that the little zombie is only equivalent to a half-step golden elixir, and in the misty sea, there are at least several golden elixir masters." Another person spoke.
"Hahaha... Are the elders of your two tribes getting older and older?" The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.
The last person who came with them had a gloomy face and said nothing. He glared at them fiercely and then came to Lie Shanxiu.
"Lao Lie, is this true or false? It is said that you had several great Jindan masters here at the time, so how could you let a little zombie escape right under your noses?"
"Hmph, that guy is very weird. I don't know what kind of martial arts he used, but he suppressed us all at the same time in an instant, and then he disappeared." Lie Shanxiu said helplessly. Although he was unhappy with their ridicule, it was the fact after all.
He paused and continued, "Not only that, he single-handedly slaughtered my two great grandsons, as well as dozens of great witches..."
At this point, the murderous intent in him grew stronger, and he seemed on the verge of going berserk. Seeing this, the people who were originally whispering suddenly stopped talking.
We are all powerful Jindan masters, so we cannot deliberately lose face. Besides, Lie Shan Xiu's grandson just died. If we anger him, there will probably be a big fight. Although we are not afraid, it will be troublesome after all.
“Wu Yuanqing, Xing Zhen, and you old men, come here…” At this time, a faint voice suddenly came from the back of the Great Witch Temple. It sounded weak, but there was an irresistible majesty in it, which even the Golden Core Master could not resist!
"It's... Master Wu!"
So several people quickly flew to the back of the Great Witch Temple, and the patriarchs of the Wuzhen tribe looked at each other at the same time, a hint of coldness flashed in their eyes, and they looked at the countless Wuzhen tribesmen behind them, all sighed in their hearts, and immediately flew to the back of the temple.
"Wu Lao!"
When several people appeared, they shouted at the same time to the old man who was sitting cross-legged on the high platform, and bowed at the same time, appearing quite respectful.
“Well, how are your preparations? If the dangerous mountains had not been opened by the Son of Fate, I would not have summoned you…” the old man said calmly, and then opened his eyes.
The moment he opened his eyes, the Wuzhen clan leaders beside him all took a deep breath, their heartbeats quickened, and their faces became even more respectful.
The old man's pupils actually took on the shape of a Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish, and if you looked closely, you would find that the pupils were rotating slightly.
“Yes... yes... people from Wuzhen tribe..." the old man said calmly, looking at the trembling Wu Ren.
"The sacrifice will begin at tomorrow's time!"