Almost as the helicopter that Han Lang and the others took off.

Far far away from the deepest part of the 100,000 mountains, passing through numerous dense forests and endless dangerous mountains and waters, a giant tree that is almost as tall as a small hill, covering the sky and the sun stands between the vast and lush trees as vast as the sea, called the Witchcraft Tree.

This is the most mysterious place in Miaojiang, the temple of the Witchcraft Clan.

The temple of the Witchcraft tribe is within this Witchcraft tree.

At this moment, the lights in the temple were brightly lit.

Beneath the huge, log-carved witchcraft statue, a pitch-black throne was high above, and a man in black robe with a mask of the witchcraft god was sitting.

The black robe on his body was not pure black, with strange witchcraft totem embroidered on it, which looked luxurious and mysterious.

In addition to the black robe and mask, he also held a black wooden stick about two meters long in his hand. Legend has it that this wooden stick is the most essential branch of the Witch War Tree, which contains the ultimate power of the Witch War, and is called the Witch War Scepter! Only the patriarchs of the Witch War clan have the right to take charge under the favor of the Witch War God!

The man in black robe sitting on the high throne is the leader of the Witchcraft clan!

There are five seats in the hall under the throne.

Sitting on it were the elders of the five major branches of the Witchcraft clan. The five elders were both men and women, and they were also wearing black robes embroidered with strange patterns, and totem masks representing their respective branches and tribes.

In front of them, a young girl who was also wearing witchcraft clothes but had long hair and waist.

The girl has bright eyes and white teeth, beautiful and charming, but she seems to have just cried bitterly, with red eyes and tears on her pretty face.

"The Witchcraft God is here, and my disciple Duan Qingchen begs the clan leader and the five elders to avenge my father Duan Sihai and the 723 disciples of Cangshan Sect!" After the girl named Duan Qingchen said that, tears burst out from her eyes again and she kowtowed deeply.

The pear blossoms are raining, and I feel pity for you.

Everyone in the temple was silent for a moment, and a female elder sighed softly: "Cangshan Sect Duan, we have always been intimate with my witchcraft clan. The Master Duan Sihai is also respectful to me and never neglected me. He even sent a child like Qingchen to our witchcraft clan to learn skills. I think this matter should be taken care of!"

"Hmph! Duan Sihai sent his daughter to curry favor with us witchcraft? Didn't he just want his daughter to marry into the witchcraft, and let us serve as a backer for them Cangshan Sect? Unfortunately, their Cangshan Sect does not have that kind of life and will be wiped out in less than half a day! We care what they do for such a waste!" A thin witchcraft elder with a mask snorted coldly.

Hearing this sentence, Duan Qingchen's body trembled slightly, and a trace of darkness appeared in his lowered eyes!

At this moment, the patriarch of the Witchcraft clan sitting on a high throne suddenly spoke slowly.

The voice of the Witchcraft clan leader was a little hoarse, but there was great majesty in his voice: "I already know about the Cangshan Sect. But now it is not the time to discuss this matter. Duan Qingchen, you can retreat."

"But the clan leader..."

“Get out.”

With a thud! The witchcraft scepter in the clan leader's hand beat the ground!

Suddenly, a cold wind suddenly blew from the entire witchcraft temple, and a mysterious spell that was vaguely creepy echoed in the temple!

After hearing these spells, the elders of the five major branches of the Witchcraft clan suddenly showed panic in their eyes, and they stood up and bowed slightly to the clan leader.

Duan Qingchen was even more scared and his whole body trembled. He never dared to say a word anymore. He hurriedly stepped back and left the Witchcraft Temple.

After a moment, the witchcraft temple returned to peace again.

The leader of the Witch War clan snorted coldly and said, "The matter of Cangshan Sect is just a trivial matter. I just received an alarm that an enemy is approaching our Witch War clan."

enemy?

The female elder bowed and asked, "What is the enemy the patriarch is talking about?"

The Witchcraft Clan leader said in a deep voice: "I don't know who the other party is. But their target is that person."

"That person?! Could it be that they are from the southern border... Oh no, they are from the Imperial Army? Are they the army?" said the thin elder in surprise.

The leader of the Witch and War clan shook his head: "It's not an army. According to the Ghost King Sect, they are about 30 people, and they have already set out in a helicopter from Yangcheng at this time. The Sect Master of the Ghost King Sect hopes that we will handle the matter cleanly."

"Haha, there are only thirty people? I thought it was the legion of the empire!"

The thin elder smiled slightly when he heard this and said disdainfully: "As long as it is not the legion of the empire, why should we worry? My subordinates ask for an order and take the warriors of our tribe to meet the enemy. As long as they dare to land on the land of our witchcraft, my subordinates will turn them into a grain of dust in the air of the witchcraftcraft!"

Upon hearing this, the Witch and War clan leader nodded: "Okay, then this time, Elder Tuzhen will lead the Tuzhen tribe to meet the enemy. However, since this time it was the Ghost King Sect's emergency warning, Elder Tuzhen should not underestimate the enemy."

The name of this thin elder is Elder Tuzhen. The Tuzhen tribe is also one of the five major branches of the Witchcraft clan.

Elder Tu Zhen sneered coldly: "Don't worry, the clan leader! Those guys from the Ghost King Sect have never seen any world! This time, let them see the true strength of our witchcraft clan! The enemy they think is a pile of garbage in front of me!"

...

At the twilight of the east sky, three helicopters had arrived over the vast green ocean!

Looking at the endless dark green under his feet and the undulating mountains like waves, Gu Zixuan immediately widened her eyes and exaggeratedly exaggeratedly: "There is such a beautiful place in our southern territory? It looks really, it's so shocking!"

Lu Yan smiled slightly when she heard this: "The 100,000 mountains in the southern border are as deep as the sea. In ancient times, it was a wasteland. Even with planes and even satellites now, it is impossible to discover all the secrets. It is amazing that your father can conquer most of the tribes in Miaojiang, who have lived here for generations."

When Gu Nanfeng was mentioned, Gu Zixuan's expression suddenly became heavier again.

She thought that she would be able to determine her father's whereabouts by going to the witchcraft this time, or rescue her father directly. But now she saw this forest and mountain range that was like a vast ocean, but she couldn't help but worry again.
Chapter completed!