Chapter 30: Purple Qi Falls Beside, Ancestral Witch Xuanming

In Beijuluzhou, the atmosphere on the battlefield was very strange.

At this moment, because of Kunpeng's words, everyone in the field turned their eyes to the monk in white, with a look of scrutiny in their eyes.

"Well……"

After hearing Kunpeng's words, the white-clothed monk suddenly felt astonished on his face. He looked at Kunpeng in a daze and said blankly:

"What does the demon master mean? Could it be that I doubted me? Humph! Then I wonder why the demon master doubted me? Could it be that I was the first to discover that the Hongmeng purple aura disappeared?"

Speaking of this, the monk in white looked dark, lowered his head slightly, avoiding everyone's eyes, with murderous aura in his eyes, and said coldly:

"If so, I have doubts about the demon master! Why did the demon master think of this first? Do you want me to be your scapegoat?"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, then turned their heads and looked at Kunpeng, with a flash of light in their eyes. It was obvious that everyone believed the words of the monk in white.

Seeing this, Kunpeng's expression did not change at all. He smiled coldly and said:

"Hehe! Fellow Taoist seems a little nervous! I haven't said that the fellow Taoist steals the Hongmeng purple qi. Fellow Taoist's words seem to be a little guilty!"

When everyone heard this, their hearts moved and turned their eyes to the monk in white again, with a sharper look on their eyes.

"snort!"

Seeing this, the monk in white snorted, as if he was ridiculed, without saying anything to refute. His eyes slightly closed and he looked indifferent. He didn't know whether he had accused Kunpeng of "slandering" or a silent rebuttal.

Seeing this, everyone in the scene suddenly felt imitation, not knowing who was right and who was wrong.

At this moment, Kunpeng said:

"I really admire my fellow Taoists for being able to do this! I remember that back then, the witch clan was rampant in the prehistoric world, fighting against the sky and the earth, and was disdainful of those conspiracies and tricks. Unexpectedly, the witch clans have become more calculating now, which really makes me look at them with admiration!"

He paused, his eyes flashed with cold light, his mouth curled, and a faint smile appeared, and he continued:

"What I admire most is that with the life and death of the two Lich clans, my fellow Taoists can give up their status and respectfully call me the person of the demon clan (demon master). Hehehehe! The skill of endurance is increasing day by day! Mysterious Daoist!"

As soon as these words were said, the scene suddenly became an uproar. Fellow Daoist Xuanming? Obviously, it refers to the ancestor witch Xuanming.

Seeing that Kunpeng had even pointed out his name, everyone believed it seven or eight minutes later, and secretly turned around and surrounded the white-clothed monk.

"snort!"

The monk in white squatted coldly when he saw everyone's movements, and a hint of disdain flashed across his face.

Immediately, a series of bright lights flashed, and the white-clothed monk was in a daze.

After a moment, the light disappeared, and the monk in white had disappeared. Instead, he was a woman with a cold appearance and a cold body.

"Xuanming Ancestor Witch!"

Seeing this woman, everyone in the venue shouted quietly, with an extremely solemn expression.

Yes, this cold woman is the ancestor witch Xuanming.

At that moment, Xuan Ming ignored everyone, looked at Kunpeng coldly and asked:

"I asked myself that there was no flaw in it. How did you find it?"

Kunpeng took a deep look at Xuanming, asked without answering a question, and said:

"If I was not bad as expected, fellow Taoist should have cultivated the soul!"

After saying that, a flash of light flashed in his eyes and he looked at Xuanming quietly.

After hearing Kunpeng's words, everyone in the audience was shocked again!

Xuanming has cultivated the soul? You should know that Xuanming is a member of the Witch Clan. The Witch Clan does not cultivate the soul, but only refines the body. It is known to everyone in the prehistoric world.

Now that I heard that Xuanming cultivated the soul, how could everyone not be surprised?

"oh?"

Xuan Ming looked at Kunpeng in surprise, raised his eyebrows and asked:

"How did you know? What does this matter have to do with discovering my identity?"

"Hmph!"

Kunpeng snorted lightly, a sneer flashed across his face, and replied:

"If the witch clan does not cultivate the soul, it will not be able to use magical powers. Although this magical technique of changing appearance is a last-stage technique, it can hide its own breath, but it requires extremely high attainments in magical powers and magic. If there is no soul, how can it be done?"

He paused, but saw a hint of sarcasm flashing across Kunpeng's face, and then continued:

"As for how to discover the identity of a fellow Taoist? Hehe! The fellow Taoist's transformation technique is indeed powerful, even I can't see the flaws! Unfortunately, the fellow Taoist was wearing white clothes, but everything was exposed!"

"Well……"

After hearing Kunpeng's words, Xuan Ming was slightly stunned, and instantly reacted again, and suddenly said:

"So that's it! But it was my mistake that I used my own magic power to condense the white clothes, allowing you to see the flaws!"

"good!"

Kunpeng yelled coldly and said:

"What you and other witch clans cultivate is not the power of true essence, but the elements of heaven and earth. If I hadn't noticed the lush white bone aura, then I would have fought with the witch clan in the past!"

After hearing this, Xuan Ming looked indifferent. Although his identity had been exposed, Xuan Ming did not seem to be nervous and stood quietly in the scene without saying a word.

After a moment, I saw the people from the Styx coming out, coming to the scene, and saying to Xuanming:

"Fellow Daoist Xuanming! We are fighting hard and fighting here just for the Hongmeng purple aura! But now, the fellow Daoist just waved his hand and stole the Hongmeng purple aura. Isn't it too unfair to take us seriously?"

After saying that, he looked at Xuan Ming with a sneer.

When everyone in the field heard this, they looked at Xuan Ming, and their faces were not very good-looking.

Xuan Ming glanced at the Taoist people of the Styx and said disdainfully:

"Just because of you, the Taoist Master of the Styx, I really didn't take it seriously!"

When the Taoist Master of Styx heard this, he was furious and glared at Xuanming's ancestor witch. The sword in his hand stood horizontally, and the sword light was indeterminate, as if he was about to take action.

Seeing this, Kunpeng on the side hurried forward, raised his hand to stop the movement of the Styx, shook his head slightly, and said:

"Fellow fellow Taoist Styx, don't be impatient! Until this time, fellow Taoist Xuanming still remained calm and obviously relied on it. And we have been fighting for a long time and have lost a lot of magic power, so we should recover. How about it? Fellow fellow Taoist Xuanming!"

The last sentence is obviously telling Xuanming.

Looking at Kunpeng's proud face, Xuan Ming smiled coldly and said:

"Rely? Just wait, you are worthy of waiting. Humph! The reason why I stay here is just to hear your opinions. Now that I have finished listening, I should leave!"

After saying that, his body shook slightly, as if he was about to leave.

When everyone in the field saw this, they were shocked and hurriedly stood up and surrounded Xuan Ming, preventing him from leaving.

Seeing everyone surrounding Xuanming, Kunpeng's face slightly relaxed.

Just now, Kunpeng was really shocked when he heard Xuan Ming's words, but he thought Xuan Ming would break through.

With Xuanming's strength, Kunpeng was really not sure to stop him.

When the Lich was competing for hegemony, the eleven ancestor witches were famous in the prehistoric world. Its strength is so powerful that Kunpeng is still hard to see.

This was the case in the past, and now millions of years have passed, Xuan Ming’s strength must be even stronger. This can be seen from the fact that Xuan Ming cultivated the soul.

Now that everyone is blocking the scene, Kunpeng believes that no matter how great Xuanming makes, it is impossible to escape under the eyes of countless monks.

Suddenly, Kunpeng stared at Xuan Ming with disbelief.

I saw a mysterious aura emitted from Xuan Ming's body, and ripples visible to the naked eye rippled from his body.

At this time, looking at Xuan Ming's body again, it was constantly twisting.

"The law of space!"

Seeing this, Kunpeng immediately shouted, and without caring about it, he stretched his body and rushed straight towards Xuanming.

When the others saw this, they were all at a loss. They saw Kunpeng rushing up and subconsciously followed him.

Seeing everyone rushing up, Xuan Ming didn't feel nervous at all, his face was as usual, and said quietly:

"There will be a time later!"

After the words fell, Xuan Ming's figure disappeared with a "swish" sound.

"ah!"

Seeing Xuanming disappear, Kunpeng could no longer bear it and shouted angrily to the sky.

Everyone in the field also had a gray face, and was escaped by Xuan Ming under his eyelids. Everyone felt that they were beaten with a sting. There was a burning feeling on their faces, and they felt even more hatred in their hearts.

Suddenly, Zhen Yuanzi flew in front of Kunpeng and said solemnly:

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng! You have fought with the ancestor witch, so you should know a lot about it! What kind of magical power is that just now?"

At this time, Zhen Yuanzi looked solemn, and his whole body exuded a horror aura, like a beast, hungry and wanted to choose food.

Kunpeng didn't even look at Zhen Yuanzi, and said hatefully:

"That's not a magical power, but a unique method of the witch clan! This is the space method used by Dijiang back then!"
To be continued...