"Dear Priest God, the former Bai Li is dead. Now standing in front of you is the devout believer of the Witch God Sect, Bai Li of the Witch Clan. Now I am here to negotiate with you on behalf of the noble son of the Witch God." Even if it is. Facing the priest who once worshiped him as a god, Bai Li remained neither humble nor overbearing.
The priest stared at Bai Li. He could not feel any fear in Bai Li. This thing that looked like an ant in his eyes was not afraid of him.
The priest wanted to know what methods this sudden rise of the Witch God Cult used, and why it was able to make those desolate people so devoted to it. Even the high priest of the Ancestral Temple of the Desolate God could not resist that temptation.
More than once, the priest wanted to personally investigate the Witch God Cult, but there was a force in the dark that prevented him from going. He had a hunch that if he went there, he would most likely become a believer in the Witch God Cult.
This premonition even feels a little ridiculous to the priest himself. He is the priest, the strongest being in the Ancestral Temple of the Wild God. Even the immortals in the immortal world cannot make him surrender, so how can it be possible for the mere Witch God Sect?
"Join forces? Do you think I will believe your lies? Your Witch God Sect has been expanding crazily during this period. If we cooperate with you, we will accidentally fall into your trap!" The priest snorted coldly.
"Are you still stubborn about it now? The Witch God Sect is our future!" Just when the priest hesitated, a figure fell in front of Bai Li.
The priest's pupils shrank: "You still dare to come?"
"Why don't I dare to come? I said that the Witch God Sect is our future, but your Emperor's Heart has been hindering the development of the Witch God Sect. You are hindering our future." The deserted man who appeared appeared hummed. There was a sound.
This desolate man already has the aura of the witch clan on his body. With the help of the bone plate, this desolate man has awakened the witch clan bloodline. With the help of the witch clan bloodline, he broke through the original realm and became as powerful as the emperor's heart. exist.
Emperor Xin is the name of that divine priest. As the strongest person in the history of the Huangren clan, Emperor Xin is proud and powerful enough. He has never been afraid or lowered his head even when facing the three holy sects.
However, when facing the desolate man in front of him who was once far inferior to him, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness. He knew very well how strong the desolate man in front of him was. The high priest was already his limit. He wanted to go further and become That of the God Priest is undoubtedly an idiot's dream.
However, this guy broke the shackles just by joining the Witch God Cult and became as powerful as himself.
"Gongmiao, you betrayed"
"Don't keep talking about betrayal. I said that the Witch God Sect is our future, and the Ancestral Temple of the Wild God is the heresy!" Gong Miao snorted coldly.
Many high priests in the Ancestral Temple of the Wild God are secretly observing. They originally had no hope of breaking through like Gong Miao, but now that Gong Miao has broken through, they may not be able to break through. Their hearts are burning, and maybe they want to join the Witch God Cult. a good choice.
"Emperor Xin, why bother struggling? It is the general trend for the Witch God Sect to dominate the barbaric wilderness. Only under the leadership of the Witch God Sect can we fight against the world of immortal cultivation in Middle-earth." Bai Li stood with his hands behind his back, even if he faced Di Jiang, who was far more powerful than himself. He is extremely confident.
"Buzz!" The Ancestral Temple of the Desolate God trembled slightly, and a terrifying aura suddenly descended on the Ancestral Temple of the Desolate God.
Emperor Xin¡¯s pupils shrank, this breath was so terrifying, but his body was actually longing for this breath, he needed more, more!
The bone plate came slowly, and the Twelve Heavenly Capital Divine Evil Formation spread out around him. Under the blessing of the Twelve Heavenly Capital Divine Evil Formation, all the desolate people in the Ancestral Temple of the Desolate God knelt down involuntarily.
This is bloodline suppression. The Huangren Clan is just a branch of the Witch Clan. The Witch Clan blood in them is so thin that it is almost negligible. When the pure Witch Clan bloodline appears in front of them, this kind of bloodline suppression is not something they can do. Resistant.
While they are afraid, they also long for such power. They can feel the awakening of the blood in their bodies. As long as they take one step further, they can break through!
Emperor Xin stared at the slowly approaching skeleton. This was the legendary son of the Witch God. As long as he could kill this son of the Witch God, the Witch God Sect would be destroyed.
"As long as" Suddenly Emperor Xin's pupils shrank, and his body actually rejected this idea, as if having such an idea was treasonous.
"How could this happen? How could this happen? I" Di Jiang was shocked.
Bone Pan looked at Di Jiang in front of him: "Desolate Man? That's ridiculous. The Witch Clan is your real name. Accept the power of the Witch God!"
Bone plate finger??, a drop of blood floated from the fingertips to the front of Di Jiang.
This is the pure blood of the Witch Clan. After being tempered by the Twelve Heavenly City Divine Evil Formation, this drop of Witch Clan blood contains extremely powerful power. It is the treasure that all the desert people dream of. It only takes one drop to make people The deserted man was reborn and awakened the blood of the witch clan! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com