This, this, this, this, the fat man was stunned. The crystal green building fell to his face, but he didn't reach out to pick it up. His mind was still invading the sudden change just now.

The old man in the system did not tell the fat man how to cut down the Jianmu. Unexpectedly, the method of obtaining Tongtian Jianmu was so bloody, exchanging life for treasure. Just now, the fat man cursed the old man of the witch clan in his heart for being sinister and dug a big hole for himself to jump. Now the fat man never thinks so again. How can a person who can exchange his life for the other party's promises to be sinister?

The fat man came to his senses, respectfully took the Jumang stick floating in front of him with both hands, stepped forward, and bowed deeply to the deceased old witch clan Mu Ershisan. He said firmly: "Senior, please rest assured that I will try my best to fulfill your instructions. I swear here that I will definitely travel through the twelve-level world of the Demon Abyss, find the twelve tribes of the Witch clan, safely move the young warriors they selected to the land of China, so that they can return to their hometown."

After the fat man said these words, the witch tribes who were already full of grief all stood up slowly and slowly danced a simple and desolate dance around the circle in the middle, humming an inexplicable melody of grief, using this distant traditional way to express their inner grief and sadness.

The fat man looked at the witch warriors who were in pain and could not help themselves, and a deep sadness appeared on his face. Looking at the middle of the bare formation, the fat man felt something. He didn't say anything, and reached out to snare the Qingping sword. After a sword light flashed, the fat man disappeared immediately.

These people in the witch clan continued their own rituals. No one cared about the fat man's stay or not. When these people were singing and dancing, a sword light shot back quickly in the sky, and a circle fell to the ground in the middle. The fat man held a stone tablet made of a huge black hard rock in his hand and appeared on the spot.

The fat man didn't say anything, and gently jumped up and pressed his right palm down. A small piece of the stone tablet was pressed into the soil by the fat man. There was a line of large characters engraved on the stone tablet, and the position of the 23rd position of the Great Witch Wood, the patron saint of the Eastern Wood. Below is a line of smaller ones, and Zhang Qi, the sword cultivator of the Shenzhou human race, stood up.

After the stone tablet was erected, the fat man bowed respectfully three times, turned around and walked aside, looking at the witch clans who had been on the spot after the ceremony. At this time, the tribe leader who was in his prime walked over and gently brushed his chest with his left hand in front of the fat man, bowed, and said, "Chai Qianjin, the leader of the Jumang tribe of the Eastern Wood, has seen the new elder of the tribe. If you have something to do, please give me the order. I, the ancestor of the wood, will follow. Please give me a message." After that, he stood there respectfully and listened quietly to the fat man's instructions.

At this time, the tribe members also saluted to the fat man, looking very diligent in holding the tribute. After the fat man was silent for a while, he sighed and said softly to the witch leader and those tribe members: "Dear brothers of the witch, my affairs, seniors, I am also very sad. I hope you can remember the words of the seniors in your heart and select the candidates for the creation. When I want to go back, I will naturally come back to bring these elites from the witch man back to the mainland of China to fulfill the dream that the predecessors pursued for a lifetime, and let the ancient witch man set foot on the broad stage of the land of China again."

After hearing this, the chief of the Witch Clan clan, Chai Qianjin, who looked majestic and sad, stepped forward and said to the fat man: "Elder, please rest assured. Returning to his hometown is the wish of every witch warrior. We will definitely carefully select the right candidates and train them strictly to let them patiently wait for the arrival of their seniors in our clan."

At this time, the sound of fighting outside the village came clearly, and the roar of the great witch became more and more anxious and sad. Obviously, the great witch also knew the final fate of the only elder in his clan. In the grief in his heart, the great witch's mind was already in chaos. After a few rounds, Luo Hu was suppressed at a disadvantage. For a while, he was beaten to no avail.

The fat man looked at the smoke and dust outside the village door and said coldly: "Okay, before I leave, I will definitely come back and take away the selected people. Now, I am leaving. Let the guy outside the door be taken away. Please be careful in everything in this demon world. Everything is mainly based on the development and growth of race, so don't cause any trouble. Okay, I'll go. Take care of yourself."

After the fat man said this, his body turned into a sword light and rushed straight out of the door. The golden light flashed violently in the sword light, and the sword energy flowed into the air. The sharp sword light burst out about one foot long, and threw it towards Luo Hou on the battlefield like a spear.

Luo Hu was so excited that he was killing him. With his current cultivation level, he was only half a pound of tyrants and was not close to each other. Who knew that when the battle reached halftime, the witch didn't know what crazy he was going crazy. He first attacked himself like cramps, and his moves were all desperate to fight. He was in a hurry and his team was unstable, so he almost gained the upper hand by the witch.

Who would have thought that, not long after, there were more and more loud roars coming from the village of the witch clan, with crying sounds mixed in the sound. Soon after, the whole village cried, and then a sad tune chanted by many people came, which made the singer feel sour. As soon as this sound came, the great witch's whole body seemed to have been drained. The attack that was originally like a tiger was slowed down suddenly, but Luo Hu caught the loophole and attacked it in his hand. In a moment, he finally seized the upper hand. The god-killing gun in his hand took his life and saw blood. After a while, the great witch turned into a bloody man covered in blood under Luo Hu's god-killing gun.

When Luo Hu was using a killer move and achieved a decisive victory in one fell swoop, the sword light transformed by the fat man arrived, and the entire space was filled with the fat man's Qingping sword light. For a moment, Luo Hu's body, front, back, left and right, all around him were filled with the shadow of the innate Gengjin sword light. The sword light was as cold as water, and as sharp as a knife. It rushed towards Luo Hu with a cold and ruthless Xiao Sha in winter.

"Hahaha, fat man, you kid is finally willing to show up. Haha, why don't you continue to hide your head and tail? You have no courage, I despise you. Do you know that you have completely angered my ancestor. Today, in front of the village of the witch clan, you are your burial place. Let me die." Luo Hu has been fighting with the fat man for a year and a half. Luo Hu knows what kind of virtue he has in such a long time. This fat man must have seen himself fighting with this great witch for a long time, thinking that he is not able to continue his strength, so he is ready to come and pick up the bargain. Humph, how can his own bargain be so easy to pick up? I can't say that he will make this fat man come and go today.

The fat man's sword light kept attacking Luo Hou's body like rain hitting a banana. The sharp sword light, with a unique sharpness of the innate Geng Jin, cut a lot of holes on Luo Hou's body, some of which were as big as a baby's mouth, constantly oozing blood outward.

The immortal demon body is indeed a magnificent. If anyone who has a cultivation level of Luohu is comparable to Luohu, I am afraid that the fat man's full-strength sword can cut the opponent into countless pieces. Under the attack of dozens or hundreds of sword lights that can cut gold and jade and cut off the mountain, Luohu was only slightly injured, and did not hurt his muscles and bones at all, which damaged his roots. The fat man's attack was obviously a failure.

"Lao Luo, what's your name? I don't know you yet. You Lao Luo just came and went, what's so amazing? Come, come and chase me, you stupid pig, stupid donkey, you don't know how to live or die, hahaha, let me go, Lao Luo, eat my ash slowly behind you." The sword light rose again, and the fat man was swept to the southeast. Luo's throat was furious behind him, and he drove like thunder, driving a ball of black black gas as fast as lightning, and chased him desperately.

The fat man was flying in the air in a hurry. Suddenly, a super luxurious carriage pulled by a nine-headed dragon-like monster in front of him. There were more than a dozen subordinates who looked like a commander in the Demon Realm to open the way. On both sides of the carriage were a demon wing tribe with a cultivation level of the Demon King. The four pairs of black and shiny wings behind him were so conspicuous. This team of cars rushed to block the fat man's way.

The fat man saw the team of people who blocked his way from afar. He was prepared in his heart. With a thought, the fetal transformation and shape change technique among the thirty-six methods of Tiangang was used and changed into the appearance of Luo Hu. The Qingping sword in his hand shook and turned into the appearance of the god-killing spear, and rushed towards the team of people.

"Bar, what kind of bird man is ahead? I dare to block my way to the ancestor. I think you are impatient with living. Today, let me take you to the road, let me take you on the way." After a year and a half of fighting, the fat man understood Luo Hu's every move and his words and behaviors clearly. After the fat man shouted, he learned Luo Hu's arrogant look.

"Who dares to block our Highness's path? Why don't you dodge me quickly? I'll give you a pleasure. Otherwise, I will definitely let you try the hundreds of tortures of my devil clan. Get out of here." The two winged commanders next to the car rushed out at this time, holding a long spear in their hands, and scolding the fat man in a fierce manner. (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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