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The palace is not as gorgeous and glorious as Feng Aoran imagined. Instead, it has a solemn and sacred feeling. It doesn't look like a palace but like a religious temple. What Feng Aoran doesn't know is that all these changes are

It started to happen after the Wu clan occupied Moler three years ago.

There were many strange patterns carved on the walls of the palace, similar to some kind of totem. Feng Aoran felt a little uncomfortable looking at the patterns on the wall. There was a trace of rejection in her heart. She hated such religious things. She

It's enough to hope that everyone will believe in her. Although she doesn't know where this idea comes from, Feng Aoran is very satisfied with it and feels that it is very reasonable.

With a disdainful snort, Feng Aoran stopped looking at the totems on the wall. With a wave of his hand, there was a figure with a strong murderous aura on the wall. It was a knife, a knife with murderous aura.

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Wa Lan and the others' expressions changed when they saw what Feng Aoran did. They almost rushed to punish him for the crime of disrespect, but Wa Lan stretched out her hand to stop her sisters. Her cultivation level was higher than that of several others.

Deeper, the thick chilling air above the totem made her heart tremble slightly.

"Miss Feng, what are you doing?" Wa Lan suppressed his anger and tried to keep his tone as calm as possible. The White Witch God they believed in represented light and peace, but what Feng Aoran showed with his wave of hands was darkness.

, killing, such emotions are taboo among their white witches.

"It's nothing, it's just a sudden thought. The smell here disgusts me very much. I just want to improve it a little. If you don't like it, just get rid of it. Doesn't your high priest want to see us? Let's leave quickly."

Feng Aoran took another look at the black knife totem and nodded with satisfaction. This pattern suddenly flashed in her mind just now. She drew it when her hands were itchy. Of course, it was inevitable to give this so-called high priest a

The thought of showing off one's power.

In Mo Yu's arms, Qiqi suddenly felt the murderous aura and suddenly took a look. Looking at the murderous black knife totem, Qiqi suddenly felt something in his heart, and he quickly sent a message

To Mo Yu "Mo Yu, I seem to feel my cultivation

I'm on my training journey. I'm going to retreat. You don't have to look for me. I'll come back when I succeed." After transmitting the message, Qiqi suddenly disappeared into Mo Yu's arms. The Shenlong clan has its own training space.

, at this time Qiqi entered that different space.

Mo Yu did not feel any discomfort because of Qiqi's departure and continued to follow Wa Lan forward.

The three women stayed to deal with the knife totem that Feng Aoran had drawn casually, but they found that the totem seemed to have grown on the wall and could not be removed no matter what. On the contrary, the white witch totems surrounding the knife totem were growing at a visible speed.

Disappeared, and the black shadow on the white wall stood proudly like a king.

The three women were a little dumbfounded. They couldn't help but turn around and look at Feng Aoran, who had already walked away. They felt a little chill in their hearts.

In the main hall of the palace, Wu Lanfa was sitting cross-legged on a dragon chair with his eyes closed. On the white wall behind him was a man in white robes. This was the White Witch God, one of the gods believed in by their witch tribe.

Wu Lanfa felt a killing aura. He discovered the black knife totem with a thought. Instantly, a violent aura appeared deep in his eyes. He was a white witch priest, but there was no such thing in his heart.

Light and sacred, on the contrary, his heart was filled with violence and darkness, and all of this was caused by that person.

"Feng Aoran, it's really interesting, interesting." Ulanfa laughed loudly, and the giant sword behind him flew out, directly cutting a big hole in the wall with the sword totem painted on it, and the power of light quickly swallowed it up.

That hint of violence.

Waran led two people into the hall. At this time, Ulanfa was facing the door with his back to the door, a giant sword stuck in front of him, and a smile on his lips.

Feng Aoran and Mo Yu looked at the man with his back to them, with a look of surprise in their eyes. The giant sword was very familiar to them.

"Is it him?" Feng Aoran murmured, and both of them looked a little strange. They didn't expect that this so-called high priest was actually the Ulanfa they met earlier.

Ulanfa slowly turned around and looked at the two people very enthusiastically. The smile on his face was a bit exaggerated. He spread his hands and said with a big smile: "Welcome to the two distinguished guests. I didn't expect us to be so quick."

We have just met. On behalf of the Wu clan, I welcome you." Wulanfa leaned over slightly and looked very humble. His eyes were always fixed on Feng Aoran, and he smiled again.

"Miss Feng Aoran doesn't know if Elder Xinghun has mentioned our four ancient families to you, but even if he did, he wouldn't tell you my name. Let me introduce myself to you again.

It’s Ulanfa, the high priest of the White Witch who represents the Witch Clan.”

"Stop talking nonsense, why did you invite us here?" Feng Aoran said straight to the point without saying anything to him.

"It's really not cute. Don't you want to know what happened in Moller Country? I've invited you here. I can tell you whatever you want to know. Originally, I planned to take you around slowly.

Yes, but you refused, then I have to wait for you to come to me." Wu Lanfa curled his lips and looked very innocent. He looked at Feng Aoran and then at Mo Yu, and sighed faintly, "My

Don’t you appreciate my kindness at all?”

"Huh, don't say it so nice. I don't think you are so kind. If you have anything to say, just say it directly and don't beat around the bush." ​​Feng Aoran snorted coldly and looked at Wu Lanfa. The more he looked at this man, the more disgusting he became.

The enchanting tear mole at the corner of the eye makes people feel disgusted.

"Okay, I won't bullshit you either. The person I'm waiting for is Xinghun. I have an ever-lasting feud with him. You are the one he chose. If I capture you, I won't believe that he won't come after all these years.

Yes, he always avoids me. Finally I found a chance. Don’t worry, I won’t treat you badly for the time being.

How are you? When my star soul comes over, I will kill you in front of him." The originally gentle tone suddenly turned cold, and a big knife was instantly placed in front of Feng Aoran and Mo Yu's necks, and the two of them stood side by side.

He didn't move, but his hair was blown back by the air flow from the giant sword.

Feng Aoran was secretly frightened, but the smile on her face became even brighter: "It's interesting, you can really talk nonsense, do you think you can keep us?"

While speaking, Feng Aoran moved her hands, and a ball of energy mixed with soul power and Wuji Qi slowly appeared. Her eyes had become cold, and she felt uncomfortable being threatened.

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