Chapter 118 Vast Witchcraft

"My Sword Pavilion can't fully accept so many soarers." Feng Yunwu stood up with his hands behind his back and said, "The 500,000 soldiers were given to me by His Majesty the Emperor of the Great German Empire. It is impossible for them to go to the temple. Moreover, I have other plans for them. As for the other 500,000 people, the snow field and the witch clan can choose some. Some of them have a lot to My Sword Pavilion, as for the rest, Zuo Shi can bring them into the temple, so that they can freely choose the martial arts they like. Taigu is different from the plane. Here, the martial arts of the plane is not enough at all. As for three years, I hope the temple can consider extending it. After all, in the three-year period, the improvement of strength is really limited.

"For three years, the temple has the consideration of the temple, but the reason is that it is inconvenient to explain it to you. However, at present, the temple is ready to recruit more people to guard the temple, so perhaps some of these people will be selected as temple guards. As for the others, after three years, they can choose their own places. In the meantime, the temple will ensure their safety, but..." Zuo Shi took a strange look at Fengyun Wuji and said, "Ten of these ancient powerful monsters have been slaughtered by you, and the rest is estimated that it will not be very harmful."

Ao Hanyan glanced at Fengyun Wuji when he heard the words, but he couldn't see any expression on his face, and the witch sacrifice always looked indifferent.

"Guys, please, the soaring army of millions of people needs to be solved quickly." Feng Yun Wuji said.

"Lord Zuo, the witch sacrifice is rude." The witch sacrifice turned around and walked forward a few steps. Under the wide black robe, a pair of thin and black hands stretched out and stroked in the void in front of him.

A voice seemed to come from the mouth of the elder of the witch sacrifice, and every word was spit out. Everyone felt that the earthquake was shaking on this day. From his palm, a green tadpole escaped and turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the void.

On both sides of the wrists of the witch sacrifice elders, a small green tadpole text quickly poured into the palm of the hand, and then escaped irregularly to all sides one by one. The green tadpole text gushed out faster and faster and faster. Suddenly, Fengyun Wuji felt the vast cosmic-like power that enveloped the whole sword pavilion It is so vast and old that it is difficult for people to come up with the idea of rivals.

I don't know when the sky and the earth suddenly became dark. The sky was gloomy, dark and bright, but thousands of miles away from the Sword Pavilion, the sky was still the same. All the soarers raised their heads and looked at the apocalyptic scene above their heads, and their hearts were full of doubt and panic.

There was a very long strange trill in the mouth of the elder of the witch festival, and then the sky and the earth suddenly turned green and suddenly flashed away. Among the millions of soarers, they suddenly seemed to be drained. Only ten swordsmen who were at a loss stood in the crowd, stretching out their hands and looked panicked. Under the skin of their hands, small green tadpoles quickly wandered away, like living things.

It is clear that these ten swordsmen are suitable for practicing witchcraft. Nearly a million soaring people can only become witch disciples. This proportion shocked Fengyun Wuji: Are the conditions for the practice of witchcraft as harsh as those of others?

On the surface, the witch festival looks like an ordinary old man without power, except that the image is too strange. But the power of Haohan he showed shocked Fengyun Wuji. What on earth is a witch? Why does it make people feel so desolate and reckless?

The witch sacrifice stood in the air for a long time, silent all the time, and everyone did not disturb him. After a while, the witch sacrifice turned around and bowed slightly. In his voice, he said with joy, "The witch sacrifice has thanked the Sword Emperor. It's really gratifying that our witch clan can receive ten disciples." In the crowd, the ten solies quickly flew to the witch festival.

"Elder... have you asked them?"

The witch priest nodded: "Yes, I have just contacted them through my soul. I have asked them, and they all agreed to follow me to practice witchcraft."

Fengyun Wuji was slightly stunned, and the power of witchcraft was far more strange than they imagined.

"Lord Zuo Shi, Han Yan Girl, Sword Emperor, Wu Ji said goodbye first."

The three of them clicked to see, and then watched the witch sacrifice fly away, flying away with ten disciples in the direction of the distant Sword Pavilion...

"The elder of the witch sacrifice has chosen a satisfied disciple, and the concubine also needs to do what the owner of the temple has to do... Lord Zuo, please forgive me." Fengyun Wuji can see that this tone is completely caused by nature, but it is not really out of indifference and disdain.

The left waiter nodded, and the proud cold smoke stepped into the air and slowly walked towards the woman among the soarers. The expression was like an immortal, which stunned everyone. The proud cold smoke ribbon floated, like a woman who did not eat the fireworks in the world, and talked with the woman among the soarers...

Fengyun Wuji withdrew his eyes and looked at the left servant and said, "Lord Zuo servant, please, I have something else to ask for advice."

"Oh?" Zuo Shiwei was slightly surprised.

The two flew into the second floor of the Sword Pavilion and sat down cross-legged on the ground. Feng Yun Wuji pondered for a moment and said, "Can the temple send someone to help me when I fly up?"

Zuo Shiwei was slightly shocked: "When you fly up, is there another strong enemy?"

Fengyun Wuji stared at Zuo Shi for a moment and saw that his expression did not seem to be fake, so he narrated the matter before and after. After saying that, he asked, "With the status of the temple, is there not a secret way to detect the virtual plane?"

"It's not that there is no, but since you entered the plane, the whole plane has been disturbed by a powerful force. Although the temple has a way to break this power interference, it can't. I don't need to say, you can probably guess their source of this force. Hundreds of millions of years of peace for mankind is not easy, and the temple can't do without starting from the big. Try not to have friction with them until you are strong enough to compete with the gods and demons. This is the consistent position of the temple.

Fengyun Wuji sighed: "Strength, everything is still a matter of strength... Who is the strong man who can kill the powerful angel in heaven with a sickle? It's a blessing for our family to have such a strong man!"

Zuo Shi said with a serious face, "If it is according to what you said, it must be an angel's heart that has returned to heaven and shocked the angel. Only the above the angel who can make the plane tremble have this ability, and those who can kill the angel-level characters in an instant, but our clan counts only a few, and when they take action, the sky passes through a huge sickle-shaped shadow, so it is not difficult to guess their identity... Unexpectedly, Even that one was shocked and killed an angel for you.

Looking at Fengyun Wuji's confused face, Zuo Shi said, "By the way, the owners of the four domains have reached the Holy Land, which is strong enough to deal with angels with the status of angels and above, but when it comes to instant killing in an instant, it is far from enough."

"Supreme..." Fengyun Wuji blurted out and exclaimed. Only the four supremes of the legendary dragons who could meet the conditions mentioned in Zuo's mouth were the gods and did not see the end. A stream of blood surged into his chest. Fengyun Wuji never expected that the action was actually the god-like suprem