Chapter 242 The Twelve witches

On the wedding banquet, it is very lively. Especially when he saw Hao Fan with a faint smile on his face, Zhang Zixuan was even more happy.

Obviously, Hao Fan also knows what major events have happened since the Yujian Sect was destroyed. His gratitude to Zhang Zixuan in his heart gradually turned into a kind of worship and admiration, and he has been looking forward to saying thank you to Zhang Zixuan!

The imperial sword heart method and sword practice of the Royal Sword Sect must not be lost. So over the years, he also began to practice unremittingly in the witch clan. And create a series of powerful magic weapons and swords. Of course, he did not keep these things, but gave them all to the witches. Even if the witches don't have many swords!

"How has Brother Hao been in the past few years?"

"It's quite full..." Hao Fan smiled faintly. The suffering these days washed away the only glitz left on him. Now he is more stable and experienced. He raised his wine glass and said to Zhang Zixuan, "These days, thanks to the care of Brother Zhang and Brother Wu! If it weren't for the two of you, I guess I would have lived like that!"

"You're welcome." Zhang Zixuan also raised his glass and drank it all.

Just at this time, Wu Xiangyu and Li Nukai also came to Zhang Zixuan and toasted him.

"Look at me, I don't know that today is your happy day. I don't have anything with me. If you don't give up..." Zhang Zixuan wanted to take out some of the innate spiritual treasures for him. Anyway, it's useless to put them on himself.

"No need. Big brother." Li Nukai took the lead and said, "If you can come today, you must have brought what we need most. My little sister is here to give you a toast. Thank you for your efforts for the witch! Thank you very much!"

Wu Xiangyu didn't say anything, but also raised his glass, and his eyes were sincere and showed strong gratitude. Yes, no one can remember how much Zhang Zixuan has done for the witch clan. The only thing he knows is that without Zhang Zixuan, there would be no witch clan today!

The witch people around him were silent. After a while, the horned dragon also raised his wine glass and stood up to salute Zhang Zixuan.

Zhang Zixuan waved his hand unpreparedly. It's not a good thing for the master to drink wine to his apprentice! Unexpectedly, under the lead of the horned dragon envoy, all the witches present stood up, silently raised their glasses and went to Zhang Zixuan! The scene was a little dull for a while!

Zhang Zixuan's heart was moved. He didn't expect that his unintentional actions at the beginning would arouse the gratitude of so many people. He hurriedly picked up the glass, drank it again, and then said, "Thank you for your love. However, today's protagonist is your patriarch. Don't look away too much!"

As soon as he said this, it immediately aroused the laughter of everyone, and the dull scene finally eased. The laughter of joy echoed in the venue again.

It was night. It was supposed to be the time for the new couple to get married, but Zhang Zixuan was inexplicably summoned to the new house by the two newcomers. Looking at the bridal chamber candles in front of him, Zhang Zixuan was speechless and asked the sky...

When Wu Xiangyu saw Zhang Zixuan's spleen appearance, he was in a good mood and asked, "Brother Zhang, don't panic. My wife can't wait to know what gift you brought us..."

"I said earlier that I didn't prepare any gifts!" Zhang Zixuan said innocently.

"Brother, did you come here just to attend our wedding?" Li Nv said with a smile that she was not very old. When she smiled, she showed two sweet dimples and two small tiger teeth in her mouth, which looked extremely cute: "So far, there has been no mistake in my prediction!"

"Prediction?" Zhang Zixuan is even more confused.

"My beloved wife said that you will bring something extremely important to our witches." Wu Xiangyu paused and stiffly reminded, "I can probably guess something... Didn't you say at the beginning that you would go to that cold pool and take out the artifacts that originally belonged to our witch clan? Did you come here because of failure?

Zhang Zixuan came to his senses and said, "Huh? Are you talking about the spirits of the twelve witches and their magic weapons? But those are not my wedding gifts for you, are they?

Neither of them spoke, or when they heard Zhang Zixuan's answer, they were already stunned on the spot! Even Li Nvkai, who can predict the future, is no exception.

Wu Xiangyu blinked his eyes and stammered, "You... you mean... talking about the spirit of the twelve ancestors... the spirits of the ancestors... and... and their magic weapons???!!!"

"Yes." Zhang Zixuan nodded and said yes. He knew that what he said really needs to be well digested for a period of time. After all, even I don't believe this matter very much. The spirit and magic weapon of the twelve ancestor witch actually ran to the top of the ruins of the divine world for no reason... Is it accidental or intentional?

"Okay!" Wu Xiangyu finally came to his senses and said, "Well, show me quickly... My father..."

Zhang Zixuan knew that Wu Xiangyu wanted to see Ying Long. After thinking for a long time, he still cruelly broke Wu Xiangyu's fantasy: "The spirit has no memory of this life. It can be said that the spirits of the twelve witches have long left their magic bodies! This is their real strength! And the so-called Ying Long is just a stand-in who came to this world for no reason. So, don't let Ying Long know you!"

"If you are a spirit, it seems that you still need three souls, seven souls and a Dharma body..." On the contrary, Li Nv's imagination is relatively thorough. Anyway, it is best to wake up the twelve ancestors!

After all, once the strong strength of the twelve ancestors witches joins the witch clan, over time, they can break through the three flowers and reach a strength close to Sanqing. At that time, it is not impossible to fight against the fairyland! Not to mention the hegemony in the barren land of Beiming!

"Actually... the witch has a confidential thing that my father told me before he died." At this time, Wu Xiangyu said, "Brother Zhang, do you remember the cave where we helped the horned dragon god restore the Dharma body?"

"Remember."

"Actually, the twelve totems on the ground are the totem beasts left by the twelve witches!" Wu Xiangyu held the joy in his heart and said, "These totems have some spiritual knowledge, memory and soul left by each ancestor! It can be said that this is the equipment they have already prepared for withdrawal!"

"Old spirits, ghosts. It seems that the wisdom of the twelve witches is not what we can figure out!" Zhang Zixuan said with a smile.

"Hmm. Otherwise, let's start to put the spirit of the twelve witches into the totem beast today!" Wu Xiangyu said in a hurry. Being able to make the witches stronger is the belief that Yinglong passed on to him!

Zhang Zixuan quickly waved his hand and said, "No! No!"

"What's wrong? What's the problem?" Wu Xiangyu asked urgently.

"Today is your happy day, and you can come down for several years. Can't you wait for one night?" Zhang Zixuan said with a smile.

When he said this, the faces of Wu Xiangyu and Li Nukai suddenly turned crimson, and both of them were silent at the same time!

Seeing this, Zhang Zixuan no longer stayed for a long time. He sneaked out of the cave and closed the door for the newlyweds. Just as he turned around and was about to leave, his consciousness suddenly moved and found that the horned dragon god had appeared beside him at some time.

The two walked silently to the periphery of the witch village, and then tacitly found a big stone and sat down.

"How long has it been since we, the two masters and apprentices, have not seen each other?" The horned dragon asked softly.

"There should be... three or four years, right?" Zhang Zixuan replied.

The horned dragon raised his head, "Uh-huh" and replied, "There are no years of spiritual cultivation. These three or four years seem to be fleeting in a blink of an eye! Look, the stupid boy who didn't know anything has become a big man who can be alone now!"

The horned dragon's tone was full of pride, as if showing off his child's father.

"Yes!" Zhang Zixuan carefully looked at the horned dragon and said, "In the master's eyes, there is finally some brilliance!" I'm afraid your skills have also been refined a lot, right?

"Haha..." The horned dragon smiled and did not give a positive answer. Instead, he asked, "That's right. Are you still the old ghost in the Zifu universe?"

Zhang Zixuan's expression suddenly changed and became a little gloomy: "Elder Long... was taken away by Zhong Kui with the method of absorbing hundreds of ghosts. Now he is mixed with Zhong Kui's hundred ghosts, and it seems that he has not been assimilated. Recently, I got along with a senior who is a machine puppet, which may make Elder Long reborn.

"Well..." The horned dragon sighed. Thinking that it was Lao Long's interference at the beginning, he did not stand on the opposite side with himself, the apprentice who is now a big shot. Today, the whole witch clan has received many favors from Zhang Zixuan!

The two masters and apprentices were silent again. They hadn't seen each other for a long time, and even if they met, they didn't say much. This makes the relationship between the two almost like strangers!

After a long time, the horned dragon asked, "How is your chaotic body?"

"Well, I've already used the realm of Dacheng!" Zhang Zixuan replied with a smile, "With my annihilation armor, almost no one can hurt me now!"

"Oh? That's good!" The horned dragon raised his head with a smile, looked at the stars in the sky, and said, "So, do you understand how to practice the chaotic body after Dacheng?"

"The apprentice's qualification is stupid." Zhang Zixuan asked strangely, "Isn't the chaotic body after Dacheng still the top chaotic body?"

"Of course not!" The horned dragon stared at the nervous Zixuan very seriously and said, "The real use of the chaotic body is that it can turn into a pair of meat armor!" According to the legend, only the Pangu god who created the chaotic world record can cultivate the chaotic body to such a powerful situation.

Zhang Zixuan frowned and meditated. It seemed that his cultivation had not arrived home. No wonder it is said that Pangu's naked body** can fight with other gods. It seems that the chaotic body he cultivated is still far from the real Dacheng situation!

A moment of hesitation suddenly flashed on his face, and it took a long time to make up his mind and say, "It's not your fault. I didn't want to mention it to you because our witchcraft rules that we can't let other races learn the glory of Chaos Proud Records, but as my only disciple, you have made such a great contribution to the whole witch clan. I must have told you the last formula, doesn't it matter?"

"Well, let me tell you what the last formula is!"

"What? And the last formula?" Zhang Zixuan was stunned.

"Yes, the last sentence can make you really practice the strongest formula for chaos." The horned dragon smiled gently, and when he was finally able to face him in the future, he no longer felt in debt...

In fact, what is the chaotic body of this last formula? To cultivate the chaotic body to the highest level, it is not to rely on the formula of the chaotic body, but to rely on the last layer of the heart method of Chaos Aoshilu: Aoshilu!

The so-called formula passed on to Zhang Zixuan is the complete proud record! For the sake of this apprentice, he is even willing to bear the rule that violates the witch's heart law that has been passed down through the ages. In doing so, he also owes a lot of witches Zhang Zixuan. Of course, he also knows that this is far from enough!

After listening to the formula said by the horned dragon envoy, Zhang Zixuan suddenly felt something was wrong. He is not the ignorant teenager when he first debuted. He knows that this formula is not much simpler than the Dragon Secret and the Ninety-nine Yuan Gong. It must be a mysterious skill, but it is difficult for the master to ask questions.

"This is the secret of the proud world, the last kind of mind method of the chaotic proud record." Of course, the horned dragon messenger knew what Zhang Zixuan was thinking and explained with a smile, "Don't ask why. Since I have told you the true meaning, whether you practice or not, I have violated the clan rules. Whether you practice or not, the rest is up to you!"

At this point, the horned dragon finally dodged and disappeared in place.

Zhang Zixuan looked at the back of the horned dragon and immediately understood what his master was thinking. He smiled, showed his neat teeth, and muttered, "Master, don't worry, the apprentice will not let you down!"

The next morning, Zhang Zixuan opened his eyes.

After practicing the proud secret last night last night, I felt that there was really a lot of change in my body. Of course, he did not cultivate the mysterious qi according to the secret of the proud world. Otherwise, the mysterious qi, which is already mixed with 99 yuan and the dragon's secret, will be even more unbearable! Even if the chaotic atmosphere integrates everything, you should know the truth that erudite is difficult to learn!

Anyway, the aura in the chaotic body is enough to run the secret!

"Big brother!" Wu Xiangyu's voice suddenly sounded outside.

"Come in!" Zhang Zixuan looked at Wu Xiangyu and asked with a smile, "It's strange, when did I become your eldest brother?"

"Well..." Wu Xiangyu raised his head, looked at Zhang Zixuan solemnly, and said, "From today on, you are my Wu Xiangyu's eldest brother, the eldest brother of the whole witch clan. It will never change!"

"This..." Zhang Zixuan smiled awkwardly. This is really a little abrupt! It must be because the impact of the Twelve witches on Wu Xiangyu was too great, and his brain was a little confused!

When Wu Xiangyu saw Zhang Zixuan's appearance, he resolutely said, "If you don't want to, Lord Twelve witches don't have to be resurrected!"

"Are you serious?" Zhang Zixuan was a little surprised: "Don't you want to resurrect the twelve ancestors of the witch clan? He is the totem of your whole witch clan!!!"

"I mean if you don't agree!" Wu Xiangyu replied.

Only then did Zhang Zixuan realize that Wu Xiangyu made the decision after careful consideration! This is also human's normal. He first rescued the whole witch clan, and now he wants to resurrect the twelve ancestral witches. If he no longer has something to do with him, it is estimated that the position of the witch patriarch will be unstable!

"You want me to join the witch clan, right?" Zhang Zixuan asked with a smile.

"Foreign witches." Wu Xiangyu, who was broken by Zhang Zixuan, blushed and said, "Anyway, when the Twelve Ancestors are resurrected, you can be happy and don't care about anything. Yi Jiao, in turn, needs our support!"

Zhang Zixuan is happy. It seems that the witches have been living in a remote place for a long time, and the news is blocked so quickly. The fact that I am no longer the head of Yijiao has not been transmitted to this place.

After thinking about it, if you become a foreign witch, it is also a good choice. The horned dragon has just given himself the chaotic formula. After he becomes a foreign witch, he can also relieve some pressure on his heart, right? This time, it happens to kill two birds with one stone!

Thinking of this, Zhang Zixuan immediately nodded and promised, "Okay, I'll become a foreign witch. But then again, to be fair, you have to join my tribe in the future.

"All work! OK! OK!" Wu Xiangyu was happy. Originally, he thought it would take a lot of words, but he didn't expect Zhang Zixuan to agree so happily. However, soon he also reacted and asked, "Wait! Brother, what do you mean by your tribe just now? Are you going to establish a new race? No!"

Originally, Zhang Zixuan wanted to deny it, but when he saw Wu Xiangyu's nervous look, he was interested and asked, "Why not?"

"Big brother doesn't know anything. To create a race, it can only be achieved by three clear and god-level characters.

Zhang Zixuan knows that the god level must refer to the master of Hongjun, the ancestor of mixed Kun, and the level of gods such as Pangu and Nuwa. So, why can only which level of character create race?

"This is because the establishment of a race not only requires at least a new boundary, but also requires the introduction of the four elephants. The four beast gods are not so easy to deal with! Moreover, you need to be recognized by God, otherwise it will be difficult for a race to survive without a guardian!"

"Is God's determination...?" Zhang Zixuan raised his head and looked at the blue sky, thoughtfully.

"Yes, so you'd better not use your racial brains until you have a certain strength. Otherwise, the divine punishment from the sky will be far more difficult than a thousand times, ten thousand times more difficult than the three-flower golden disaster!" Wu Xiangyu said cautiously.

"I see." Zhang Zixuan nodded and said, "Well, let's resurrect the twelve ancestors first!"