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They were not so lucky compared to the elders. After staying for a day or two, they found nothing, and they left Wang Wushan with only a few ancient witches.

"Those who are strong in the witches, after returning to the Shanyin world, did not take long to fall, but the ancient witches they brought back were preserved, and some of their witchcraft were retained, so they were carried. Going into the mountains, I don't think I will be in danger."

Sacred sacred king said, he ordered his men and sent the ancient witch.

After a quarter of an hour, several guards actually moved a few boxes in.

I watched the three people waiting for the night.

It was a bronze staff with a height of one person, a whisk, and a fan.

Because of the age, the witch looks really not beautiful, and even a bit old.

"These things can really let us enter Wang Wushan?"

Situ Mu is not channel.

He has been the master of the Devil's Court for so many years, and he has never used such a worn weapon.

"If the Stuart Lord does not believe, you can not use it. But if you don't have these three ancient witches, the three are afraid that they will not be able to enter the mountain. The wedding of the gods, the three will not be able to participate. This time the wedding of the gods is very grand. People who want to come to a lot of ninety-nine places will attend."

The Son of Sanin is not cold and not light.

The status of these three pieces of witchcraft in the Shanyin world is very high, and its level is slightly worse than the three treasures that were sent to the gods as gifts.

This Situ Mu, character arrogant, is still a funeral dog, still there, Shanyin Shengzi has long been impatient.

"A Mu, shut up, go back to the side."

Situ Qingsong screamed at Situ Mu, who was reluctant to retreat to the side.

"This is the case, the three can pick an ancient witch, and will send three to Wang Wu in a few days."

Shanyin holy king but laughed.

As soon as I heard that I had to pick the ancient Wubao, Situ Mu first rushed forward. He looked left and right and saw the bronze staff.

The three pieces of Wubao look very worn, compared to the only weapon that looks like a bronze staff.

Moreover, the bronze staff has the largest size. In Situ Mu's view, if the witch is really carried, the staff is undoubtedly the most.

So he was unceremonious to bring his staff into his arms.

Situ Qingsong was not polite, he also stepped forward and took away the dust, and the rest was just the fan.

The fan looks ragged, and the fan paper on it has fallen off. There is only one row of fan racks. This kind of fan, not to mention being a weapon, is afraid that it will fall apart when it touches.

Fortunately, the nine nights are not a master of care, he did not say much, took the fan.

The three of them summed up and decided to leave on the night.

"After I am coming back from Wang Wushan, I must be sure to see the gods and the gods of the Devil's Court."

Situ Mu's vowed appearance, a line of people under the cover of the night, went to Wang Wushan on the Shanyin border.

The smog is smog, and there are several sparrow-sized villages in the border of Shanyin.

But a hundred years ago, the villages disappeared overnight, and replaced by a mountain of mountains.

That mountain is Wang Wushan. No one knows how it appears. It falls from the sky or rises from the ground.

In short, Wang Wushan appeared like this, just like it has been here for thousands of years.

As depicted in the early star paintings of the Nether King, the surrounding area of Wang Wushan is covered with fog all the year round, at the foot of the mountain, full of skeletons.

After the emergence of Wang Wu, within a hundred miles nearby, all the birds and beasts moved and moved overnight, fleeing and turning into a wasteland.

After dark, the cold wind blowing from Wang Wu's belt was horrible and bleak on people, and people couldn't help but goose bumps.

It is not an ordinary wind, but a sacred wind from the ruins of Wang Wushan, accumulated by countless bodies.

"The name of Wang Wu, really worthy of the name."

In the darkness, I saw a person standing in the wind, just like a javelin, standing still.

The night north was deep and deep, and I looked at Wang Wushan ten miles away.

The elders fell, the blood was late to inherit the position of Taizai, and the whereabouts of the night was unknown.

Everyone didn't know where the night went, and thought he was crowded out, or he was indignant and left the Heavenly Ting.

But the night of the night and the elders who have died know that the night north is voluntarily giving up the position of the Taizai.

Or, from the first day of joining the Tianquing, the night north knows that he will not become a slaughter.

However, these are not important. The night of the night is to control the Tianqun for a period of time. This goal has been reached.

This second goal is just a few steps away.

"Beibei, promised me, protect the blood late. Then promise the last thing of the old man, killing the four great beasts, shameless for the devil."

The night when the elders were seriously injured, after the blood was removed, the only thing that was explained to the night.

Night Beibei did not immediately agree.

"The elders, I thought, I am already clear with the Heavenly Emperor."

I don't know how to be close to the stranger's tone. When I say a word, the elder is not surprised.

"It seems that you are indeed practicing the nine-life burning of the heart."

When the elders were on the face of the unfamiliar face of the night, it was also a bitter smile.

This is also a self-restraint.

"Whether, the old man is going to die. Before he died, for the demon, and for the aliens, the old man will help you once again. You helped the old man to kill the four great beasts, and the purpose of joining the demon is reached."

After all, the elders raised their hands, and a group of golden witches fell from the body of the elders to the body of the night.

That power, from strong to weak, slowly disappeared into the body of the night.

"This is the last bit of power in the old man's body. You can shelter you from breaking any enchantment and entering any place. But remember, this power can only protect you for three days."

The elders said tiredly.

After the witchcraft in this part was removed from the body of the elders, the elders were as if they had been sucked up, and the breath almost disappeared.

This part of the power of the sorcerer is already the last life of the great elders.

"Thank you, the life of the four great beasts will be taken."

The night north looked at the elders, and the eyes were a little more admirable.

Until the end, the old man also remembered the safety of the demon.

I have to say that the life of the elders and the elders is conscience.

After the North Night won the power of the great elders, he left the Heavenly Tale.

As for the elders who are dead or alive, or who is too slaughtered, it is no longer important.

He has the advantage of being a great elder, and naturally he has to fulfill his promise. At the same time, he is also the real purpose of his joining the demon.