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The seven hundred and twelfth chapter of the secret land (2)

"So what, Xu Xianren, please get out with the things."

The prisoner stood up and walked past Xu Xianren, saying in a cold voice.

"Haha, what if I don't want to leave?"

The purpose of Xu Xianren here is to enter the secret realm of the Witch Clan. But unexpectedly, the corpse prisoner actually broke the bridge across the river and could not help him become the Witch King, so he wanted to drive him away now. In fact, Xu Xianren knew that even if the corpse prisoner became the Witch King, he would still drive him away.

"Then I'll give you a ride"

The prisoner said, turning around and exploring his palm toward Xu Xianren. Fortunately, Xu Xianren reacted quickly and greeted him with one palm, but was directly shocked.

"Witch Ancestor's Ghost Hand, it's really amazing. You are so cruel to the corpse prisoner. You actually want to kill me."

Xu Xianren said with a smile. After his hand was obviously facing the corpse method, the hand was shaking, but he obviously didn't care. Under the exercise, a cloud of mist appeared around his hand, and then he recovered.

"Well, huh, since you know that I am the ghost hand of the Witch Ancestor, it's great, then you will die even more."

The prisoner of the corpse could not have imagined that the martial arts he practiced had fought with the wise immortal at the beginning, but he did not use this move. This was his unique skill that was guaranteed. No one in the witch clan knew that he was so crazy that he dug out the corpses of several witch ancestors of the witch clan back then and refined this witch ancestor ghost hand.

This Witch Ancestor Ghost Hand is equivalent to the existence of the human-level Taoist Ancestor Peak.

Whoosh, whoosh

"Convert"

Xu Xianren smiled and walked forward directly, allowing the witch ancestor's ghost hand to pass through his body, but he took action and pointed at the left atrium of the corpse prisoner, where was the soul of the corpse prisoner. A strange force entered the corpse prisoner's body. The corpse prisoner was shocked and pulled his hand back repeatedly. Only then did he realize that he was standing in front of him.

"Ah...why is this happening?"

The prisoner felt that he was about to die. He looked down and saw a big hole in his body. The most important thing was that he was wearing Xu Xianren's clothes. Unfortunately, there was no mirror, otherwise he would have discovered that he had become more powerful than Xu Xianren's appearance.

"You can die Xu Xianren, now I am the prisoner of corpse, haha"

Xu Xianren said, slapped the captain's Tianling cover with a palm, completely erasing the captain.

"Witch Ancestor's Ghost Hand, if it is used well, no one of the witch tribes can survive."

Xu Xianren smiled and said, "He has now become a "corpse prisoner". And it is a very thorough type. He has obtained the witch ancestor ghost hand of the corpse prisoner."

Half a month later

"Young Master Gu, I have already found out what you called me to inquire about. That Xu Xianren is dead."

Zhenwu came to Gu Zhen and said.

"Dead"

Gu Zhen looked at Di Ze, and Gu Zhen suspected that Xu Xianren was a master of fate. He also told Di Ze that he had asked Zhen Wu to inquire about Xu Xianren's movements in case this Xu Xianren used tricks. Unexpectedly, he actually learned the news.

"Yes, I heard that he was killed by the Lord of the Corpse Witch, but this is also in line with the Lord of the Corpse Witch. He is extremely cruel and does not recognize his relatives. This Xu Xianren failed to help him seize the position of the Witch King, and it is understandable that he was killed by him."

Really, I can explain that the ruthless lord of the corpse witch is famous among the witch clan.

"Young Master, ask what that Xu Xianren does"

Wu Xingle'er asked curiously.

"Forget it, it's good to die."

Gu Zhen did not answer. For him, Xu Xianren was a hidden danger. Since he was dead, he naturally didn't need to say what he was worried about.

"Uh, by the way, young master, my father said, three days later, you will also go to our secret realm together, and he said maybe you know how to enter the secret realm."

Wu Xingle'er frowned. Without Gu Zhen, she did not ask any more questions. She came over to tell Gu Zhen that Wu Xingjue God asked him to go to the secret realm of their witch clan.

"Oh, OK"

Gu Zhen responded that even if Wu Xing Jue God didn't say it, he would propose it himself. This is his real purpose in coming to the witch clan. He wanted to know how to kill the Immortal Master. Although he still didn't know where the Immortal Master was, the general trend in the world has emerged. He believed that the Immortal Master would appear soon and must prepare for the future.

The so-called secret realm of the witch clan is in the deepest part of the lost sea, which is almost the end of the world. Just as Gu Zhen saw in the central nine territory of the western part of Central China, this is a turbulent flow of time everywhere, and it is difficult to distinguish between night and day here. Sometimes after a few hours, you will feel the arrival of night, but not long after, the day comes again. People living here are prone to being confused!

There is an archipelago here, most of which are volcanoes and the like. Volcanic eruptions occur from time to time, because the power of heaven and earth here is very unstable, sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

It seems that there is still a loophole in the world here, and the sea water rises. At that time, you can see that some sea water seems to flow through the cracks in the world and space.

Under the leadership of the God of Wuxingjue, most of the people from the seven tribes came.

"Where is Yu Guangyan, why didn't he come?"

Wu Xingjue God looked at the old clan of the Poison Witch Tribe and asked.

"Return to the Lord Wu Wang, our Lord has been shut down from the life and death. He said before the retreat that he would not leave the confinement without breaking through the Taoist ancestor. Therefore, I will preside over this sacrifice. Please rest assured by the Witch King."

The old man from the Doxen clan stepped forward and said.

"Well, I have already informed him that if he doesn't come, it will be his loss, and no wonder I will be my king."

Wu Xingjue Shen shook his head and felt a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Witch King, can the sacrifice begin now? I'm going back in a hurry."

When the god-wizard Master Luo saw Wu Xingjue Shen’s mouth, he felt like I was slapped in the face. He said to Wu Xingjue Shen, and he started to cheer, and the other Luo-gou also said.

"Witch King, today's sacrifice is just the ancestral rule, then start... Don't waste everyone's time"

Master Li Wu Luo also said.

"Haha, a waste of time, have you forgotten where this place is?"

Wu Xingjue God laughed. He knew that everyone was dissatisfied. If it were him, the same would be true. It would become a rule to come here every ten thousand years, but he had a purpose. He came here every ten thousand years. That was because in these days, the power of heaven and earth here fluctuated the greatest, and the strength was more obvious. Sometimes when you stand here, you can feel the heaven and earth shake.

"Of course I remember that this is the Poison Witch Tribe, the secret land of the Witch Clan left by the Witch Ancestor in the past. However, after so many years, I have come every time, but I have not found anything. The Witch King wants to tell us, can you find it this time?"
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