As the child finished speaking, three silk threads that fell into the sky city shone golden light, a golden-filled sky bridge that was floating in front of the child.

"Walk!"

Eleven teams with subtle differences in costumes flew across the Sky Bridge to the Sky City Luo to the four.

Jiuri Yuntian's seat soared into the air. Yuntian changed its shape and pointed at the child angrily. Jiuri Yuntian's car exuded a terrible power.

"The eleven Kings of the Witch Clan are really in a big position. If you force yourself into Kunlun Ruins, you will be enemies with my Kunlun Ruins. The great father god? No! It should be the Witch King - fight!" Luo Qingxia protected the three of them behind her, and did not look at the group of people in front of her, but looked at the void on the other side of the bridge.

A blood-colored scepter appeared with 998 kinds of magical beast carvings such as dragon, phoenix, unicorn, etc., lifelike like a living thing. A black shadow and an axe split a piece of chaos. This action continued to repeat. Then the old man appeared in his right hand holding the scepter, with a crane hair and a childish face, wearing a purple gold dragon robe, playing with the bone ring on the middle finger of his right hand with his left hand, saying: "The former king passed away and the Witch King's clan was destroyed. I am sad and sad. However, the country cannot be without a king for a day. The senior officials of all races requested me to crown the Witch King and serve as the Great Father God for the future of the Witch Clan. Kunlun Immortal Lord should not misunderstand that he would just fight and kill. I just got crowned as the Witch King when I received the news that someone stole the origin of the essence and blood of the Witch Clan, and followed three drops of the essence and blood of the Golden Silkworm Gu Ancestor and followed the three drops of the essence and blood of the Golden Silkworm Gu Ancestor and followed the way, but I didn't expect to break into Kunlun Ruins by mistake. I only need three people behind the Immortal Lord-"

"Get out-" Luo Qingxia interrupted the Witch King without any mercy.

The witch king's face narrowed, and a trace of ferociousness appeared on his face and shouted: "I don't know the best, I don't eat the toast and punish the wine, and I don't kill anyone!"

Luo Qingxia frowned and shouted: "Ning!"

I saw that all the architectural power outside the ruins of the Sky City was condensed into three armors and put them on Wu Xiaofeng, Feng Xi and Feng Lan, and the realm was actually raised to the half-step Tianzun realm.

"You three are in the Nine Sun Yuntian Garrison Seat to defend the enemy and protect themselves!" Hua Luo and the other three have been moved into the Nine Sun Yuntian Garrison Seat.

Luo Qingxia and the Witch King fought with the Nine Heavens, and no one could get involved, but the eleven Witch tribe forces could not even break the defense of the Nine Yang Yuntian.

The three of them learned from Yuntian that the pink and tender child was the Golden Silkworm Gu Ancestor, and they worked together to urge Nine Yang Yuntian to take care of the Golden Silkworm Gu Ancestor to die.

Zi —

"If you are a person but don't do your best, then the Witch King will blame you - Hehehe," said Li, the Golden Silkworm Gu Gu King who was fleeing everywhere in a mess and said with a smile.

The golden light was made of all body, like a sharp sword tearing apart the sky.

Seeing this scene, the people who were originally traveling around Jiuyang Yuntian’s seat were slightly condensed and their expressions were shocked.

At this time, the Golden Silkworm Gu Ancestor had already used his trump card to attack. If they still did not work hard, they would be suppressed by the Witch King. If they tried their best to capture the remnants of the powerful Witch Clan, they would be rewarded by the Witch King.

At this point, the people who had just hidden themselves let out their own ultimate moves and trump cards to bombard Jiuyang Yuntian.

For a moment, the heaven and earth were roaring in colorful colors.

However, a huge roar like a thunderclap suppressed everything, and everyone's offensive stopped, staring at the bottomless abyss that was blown up and sucked in cool air.

There was no fluctuation of energy in the abyss.

One breath! Two breaths! Three breaths!

With a "swish", two figures flew out of the sky and stood in the void.

"If the little girl is giving you some time, you will be able to catch up with the previous generation of Kunlun Immortal Lord. The time is abundant, and the reputation of Xu Wudu is worthy, but it's over here!" The Witch King's aura was chaotic, but the magical beast carving in his hand scepter in his hand swallowed the original energy and regained instantly. The scepter in his hand covered the sky with a red body, and the whole person overlapped with the black shadow on the top of the scepter. It seemed that there was only the domineering figure of the Witch King in the whole world, and any variable that did not surrender would be erased.

The Witch King pressed down Luo Qingxia at an extremely slow speed visible to the naked eye, but this was just an illusion captured by the extreme speed of human eyes.

"Is the old immortal guarding the sky's blood stick? Xu Wudu - soldiers buried Wuxu!" Luo Qingxia, with a pale face, snorted coldly and counterattacked strongly.

The delicate body shook the divine light penetrated through the eternal period.

"The army of the ancestor of Kunlun Ruins - the Ruins Escape from Heaven!"

"The soldier of the second generation of Kunlun Ruins - Huntian Piaomiao Sword!"

"The army of the three generations of Kunlun Ruins - Ba Ni Jiu Tian Lu's Destroy the Moon!"

...

"The soldier of the 107th generation of the descendants of Kunlun Ruins - Ziqinghongli Sword Ginseng!"

The weapons wrapped in Hongmeng Qi tore the sky apart, and the Ziqing Hongli Sword led the supreme formation to hunt the Witch King and Burial Shoutian.

A series of lights of destruction shot into the sky, and drops of blue and purple blood beads rolled down.

The Blood Staff of Shoutian was trapped by the Ruins's Skip to avoid the sky. The Witch King swept dozens of terrifying and powerful weapons, but in the end he could not defeat these weapons with inexplicable power, just like Kunlun Immortals who have been personally slapped him, making him covered in blood.

He shouted angrily, turned the middle finger bone ring with his right hand and pulled the scepter back, and the blood swept across the witch clan who was still in a daze.

When he retreated, he glanced at the blood power that scared him for several eras, and threw the bone ring in his hand into a killing Wu Xiaofeng despite the attack of Ba Ni Tian Lu Yue.

The bone ring suddenly reached the nine suns and the sun was dim, and the clouds and sky dissipated to the size of a fist.

"Click—"

"Bang-"

"Wow-"

Three tones!

The first call of the Witch King was killed by Ba Ni Jiutian and the left hand was cut off and fled with everyone.

The second sound was that the bone ring Ling Zhifeng Lan blocked Wu Xiaofeng's body and his whole body and armor exploded and left nothing, and the bone ring followed.

The third sound, Luo Qingxia's blood sprinkled in nine days and fell down.

The scene in front of us made Wu Xiaofeng not have time to react, Feng Xi's crying and the master's low voice...

Ten years later, Wu Xiaofeng remembered Feng Lan's sacrifice of his life to save him, and he couldn't forget that his master was seriously injured due to the abnormal movement of the Ruins Sect. He was in a rash manner and his body was overdrawn. Finally, he turned into a pile of bones in his arms: "Master Feng wanted to protect you for the rest of his life, but the road ahead could only be with you alone!"

"Feng Xi is willing to become the 109th generation disciple of Kunlun Ruins, and is willing to leave Wudu for the next generation.

"I do!" Feng Xi nodded in tears and replied.

Then Wu Xiaofeng disappeared, leaving a belt in front of the gate of the ruins, an animal skin bag and Xu Wudu.

There is only Feng Xi’s ascetic practice in the Kunlun Ruins.

At the same time, the Witch King was ill and bedridden with Luo Qingxia, and was personally protected by the Father God of the Eleventh Clan.

Today, a shocking incident happened. The eleventh clan father god died three times and eight times were injured. The witch king's legs were cut off and seriously injured and died. Fortunately, the invaders were also eliminated.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!