Chapter 104 Wudao Holy Mountain, Witch Family Congress

The elder lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly. He said in a low voice, "The highest power of the whole Wudao Alliance is the elder of the Presbyterian Association."

Fang Daoming was immediately ecstatic, "I don't know if the village owner can introduce it?"

Wu Xingyun said, "The elder is the highest existence of the whole Wudao alliance. He lives on the holy mountain all year round. Without his summons, no one can be seen, and the little woman is no exception."

Fang Daoming frowned and said, "Is there no other way?"

"No, ten days later, it will be the alliance meeting of the whole Wudao Alliance. All the Wudao clans need to go to the Holy Mountain to discuss major events. Maybe there will be a chance at that time."

Fang Daoming changed his mind and understood the meaning, "Well, poor Tao and others will go to the Holy Mountain with the village owner ten days later to see the opportunity to see the elders of your alliance."

In the past ten days, Wu Xingyun closed the door and practiced Taoism with spiritual charm. Fang Daoming also asked the beast king, but the latter was quite disdainful of the witchcraft.

"These two witches are also in charge of more than 5,000 miles south of the Ziwei Mountains. If you go further south, you will be respected by our monsters. The whole two witches are worth considering, and others are not worth mentioning."

The holy mountain of the Wudao Alliance is located nearly 500 miles southeast of Wujiazhai. The height of this holy mountain is only less than a thousand feet, but it has been worshipped as the great gods of Wudao since ancient times, and it is also the place where the elders of all generations rest. The so-called mountain is not high, but there are immortals. Therefore, this holy mountain has become the sacred place in the mind of the whole Wudao Alliance for a year. The once-time alliance meeting was also held on the Holy Mountain, where everyone visited the elders and accepted the will of the witch god.

"The elders have lived in the Holy Mountain all year round. As far as I know, the current elders have not left a step for nearly 200 years. The sacred altar on the mountain is dedicated to the ancestor god of my witch road. The elders are all designated by the previous generation of elders when they return to the god, and are responsible for sacrifice, divination, blessing, Chengzhao and many other matters."

Along the way, Wu Xingyun explained some matters of Wudao Holy Mountain in detail, so that Fang Daoming and others had a better understanding of the Wudao forces.

In the evening of the second day, the thousand-high Wudao Holy Mountain was already far away, and the guard was extremely strict ten miles away, but with the power of the Wujiazhai, it was unimpeded.

At the foot of the Holy Mountain is a huge cottage. The top ten tribes of the Wudao Alliance have representatives to sacrifice here, accept the leadership of the elders and communicate with each other.

Fang Daoming and other four people are all covered in black robes, covering quite tightly from head to toe. They dress up like other elders. If it is not for the intention, it is extremely difficult to see that they are outsiders.

As soon as he entered the holy cottage, Fang Daoming felt that a huge mysterious force surrounded him, which was unclear, so he secretly ordered the other three to act carefully and not to show their numb feet and cause trouble.

The permanent sacrifice of Wujiazhai received Wu Xingyun and his party, placed them in a quiet place, and then invited Wu Xingyun to whisper alone.

In the early morning of the second day, when the red sun rose, the Wudao Alliance Conference was held as scheduled. The tall and open bamboo building hall is divided into ten forces, representing the ten clans. Wu Xingyun and Yurong seriously entered the main seat of Wujiazhai, and Fang Daoming and four others sat behind him with other elders.

Fang Daoming looked around, and all the forces were like this. The village owner was in front of the village, the elders sat behind, and the young people could only stand. The elders of the ten directions were all covered with black robes and were silent. The ten clans, except for Wu Xingyun, the owner of the village, was a young woman, and the other owners of the village were all middle. For men over the years, three of the village owners must be white and old. For a while, the hall was already surrounded by black pressure, men, women and young, whispering, but most people's eyes were focused on Wu Xingyun, but Wu Xingyun did not care at all and sat down, as if it was commonplace.

Among these many people, Fang Daoming only knew one person, that is, the unruly girl surnamed Ma who had previously been against Wu Xingyun. This girl stared roundly and glared at Wu Xingyun angrily, as if she had met her enemy and was particularly jealous. Next to the unruly girl was a young man, who was handsome and slender. Although she stood there quietly, it gave people a terrible feeling, as if her whole body was full of power and could burst out in an instant. The young man also stared at Wu Xingyun, but his eyes were strange and deep, both sad and happy.

A middle-aged man walked into the hall with a smooth, delicate and tidy face, and a great general between his eyebrows. When everyone in the hall saw the man, it was suddenly quiet. Everyone, including the ten village owners, got up and bowed.

"Great Sacrifice!"

The sacrifice was dressed in a unique white robe, went to the center of the hall, motioned everyone to sit down, and then Lang Lang said, "Dear village owners, elders and clans, I am ordered by the elders to preside over this conference. Since everyone is all together, the conference will start now."

"Wait!" A rough voice broke the silence, and a clan leader suddenly stood up. It was a middle-aged man. His eyebrows were quite similar to Fuli Arong: "Great sacrifice, please forgive me for my rudeness, Fuli Sanger, but first of all, I want to expose a murderer. It is the shame of our witchcraft alliance to be with her!"

The bright eyes of the great sacrifice flashed a trace of surprise, "It doesn't matter, please make it clear."

Fuli Sange glared at Wu Xingyun angrily, as if she was about to spit out fire and said rudely, "I accuse Wu Xingyun, the owner of the Wu family, for murdering my daughter Fuli Arong!"

There was an uproar, all whispering and whispering. Wu Xingyun is still calm and doesn't care at all.

"Quiet!" The great sacrifice suppressed the scene. Seeing Wu Xingyun's calm attitude, he couldn't help but praise: "Lord Fulizhai, your accusation is quite serious. Is there any evidence?"

"Yes!" Frisanger looked at Wu Xingyun angrily and almost roared, "Ma Yan, the daughter of the owner of the Ma tribe, can testify."

The sacrifice frowned and said in a low voice, "Ma Yan, you have any evidence, even if you come."

The unruly girl Ma Yan came to the center of the hall a few steps, glared at Wu Xingyun and scolded, "I can testify that it was this woman who killed Sister Arong!"

Fly Sanger said, "Don't be afraid, Xiaoyan'er. Just say it out. I'll be in charge with you and severely punish the murderer!"

"On that day, Sister A Rong and a subordinate met a fierce monster. Sister A Rong asked me to come back for help and stay to stop the monster. At that time, the woman and her subordinates were also present. Later, when I went back to rescue, I disappeared Sister A Rong, but the woman was safe. She must have harmed A Rong. Sister."

After listening to Ma Yan's narrative, the great sacrifice frowned more tightly: "So you didn't see Wu Xingyun kill Fuli Arong with your own eyes?"

Ma Yan was stunned and then said, "Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, everyone under my subordinates can testify. Otherwise, why hasn't Sister A Rong returned so far? If you want to judge her well, the truth will be clear."

Fly Sanger said, "Wu Xingyun, what else do you have to say?"

Wu Xingyun raised his eyelids gently, glanced at the two people, and then closed his eyes to refresh his mind. The wind and clouds were light, and he ignored them.

"You!" Frisang was furious and was about to attack.

"Uncle Sanger, please calm down for the time being," a calm voice came, and Wu Xingyun couldn't help trembling when he heard it. "Wait for my little nephew to ask her a few words."

The young man who was originally standing beside Ma Yan strode forward and came to Wu Xingyun. He stared at the jade man in front of him. In his complex eyes, he was both sad and happy. He only heard him say in a low voice, "Let me ask you, Fuli Arong has been harmed for you?"

"It's her, brother. She was jealous that Sister Arong was good with you, so she had bad thoughts," Ma Yan shouted, "Kill her and avenge Sister Arong!"

The young man was indifferent, but stared at Wu Xingyun, and his face became more and more sad: "Answer me."

"You also suspect that I hurt her?" Wu Xingyun opened his eyes and stared at the young man as well, with sadness in his eyes.

"If you answer, I will believe you." The young man is resolute and his words are sonorous.

"What if it is?"

The young man was stunned, and his face was almost twisted, as if he had suffered great pain. He used all his strength to slowly say, "Then I will kill you to avenge her, and then fall to your grave and sleep with you on the ground."

As soon as the young man said a word, it caused an uproar, and Ma Yan even exclaimed, "Brother!"

Hearing this, Wu Xingyun's eyes suddenly glowed, like two flames, burning. At this moment, he said loudly, "Great sacrifice, can you allow me to explain a few words?"

"Of course, Lord Wuzhai, please."

Wu Xingyun turned to Ma Yan and sneered: "Ma Yan, you said that I hurt Fuli Arong, but you didn't see it with your own eyes. Do you know the consequences of framing a village owner? On the blood altar, three knives and six holes, you can't escape death."

Ma Yan looked stagnant, pale, and her eyes flashed with horror. Then she gritted her teeth and said fiercely, "At worst, I'll pay for your life, but Sister A Rong can't die like this!"

"Haha! Are you going to lose your life with me?" Wu Xingyun smiled with three points of anger: "It's your father who wants to lose his life. You are not enough!"

Ma Hu, the owner of Majiazhai, who was still sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, immediately noticed a trace of trouble and was about to drink off his daughter, but he was unexpectedly robbed by Wu Xingyun.

"Ma Yan, you say that I'm jealous of Fuli Arong, but you don't know that I'm higher than her, my ability is better than her, and my witchcraft is deeper than her, and I'm not worse than her. Why do I jealous of her?"

Ma Yan stopped talking and finally said, "You are jealous of my brother and her."

"Haha, you girl is really lying with your eyes open. Everyone knows who your brother likes. Only you deceive yourself!"

"You should not provoke the feelings between my brother and sister A Rong!"

"I provoke?" Wu Xingyun's face disdainned: "That day, my Wujiazhai and Fulizhai met a fierce monster at the same time. They were not strong enough and extremely dangerous, but you rode birds by relying on the Fuli tribe to ride faster than my Wujiazhai, so you encouraged Fuli Arong to run away with their subordinates, leaving our Wujiazhai to face the situation of life and death alone. Fortunately, Fuli Arong understood. I didn't listen to your nonsense, but just let you and your subordinates escape first. Even if you go back to ask for help, how can all the personnel go out and leave Fuli Arong alone? Now you who are greedy and afraid of death still dare to speak up here and frame me. It's true that our Wudao Alliance is your private property of Majiazhai!"