"Whew!"

A white fox man suddenly let out a terrible roar, and the other white fox people also followed after death, countless fierce and hateful eyes looked at Chen Yun tightly, eager to tear Chen Yun to pieces.

Everyone suddenly became nervous, and a big battle was about to break out.

At this time, suddenly an old voice came from the wind and snow:

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

This old voice came from the wind and snow, with an incomparably ancient and vast charm. What's even more shocking is that when this sound came, all the white foxes stopped respectfully, as if listening to the holy decree.

In the dismayed gaze of everyone.

The group of white foxes dispersed, and a straight passage was separated from it, and an old man with a wooden hand, a rickety, and white-haired man, walked slowly. The old man's face was almost full of spots, extremely old, and the wrinkles were stacked layer by layer, like the bark of an old tree. I didn't take a single step, and I was panting slightly.

But the many fierce and ferocious white fox people around them all bowed their heads extremely respectfully.

Among the white fox people, there was actually a human old man, and with his words, all the white fox people obeyed the order?

The old man walked in front of the white fox group, gently stroked Chen Yun's chest, and saluted slightly:

"Respected human powerhouse, please forgive me for the rudeness of these juniors!"

Old Man Bai used a relatively remote Chinese language, so everyone could understand it.

"These mixed-race white fox people are all your descendants or descendants?"

Chen Yun looked at it with interest. Although the old man looked old, it seemed as if he could breathe at any time. But Chen Yun felt a huge volcanic power from his body. This power is so strong that Chen Yun has never felt it in anyone before.

Tianxiong, the son of the Chosen One, is much inferior to this force.

"Yes, many of them are my nephews, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and even great-grandchildren. I am the patriarch of this tribe, you can call me the White Fox King, we were both washed by the spirit fluid, but the humans took our springs and banished us. ”

The old man gasped.

"How old are you?" exclaimed.

"Well, I've forgotten how old I am. The old man slowly opened his seat.

The hearts of the people were shocked.

"When I traveled the world, I used the pseudonym Gageldan. You may not have heard of it. But I've seen countless strong people. There are a lot of you, and you all seem very familiar. Gageldan paused, his gaze swept over the crowd, and fell on the white-headed Grim Reaper:

"Hmm, nasty witcher breath. You must be the witcher of this generation. Is Van Hersin still alive?"

The white-headed god of death couldn't help but look horrified, and bowed his head and said respectfully: "Honorable lord, I am the twenty-seventh generation of demon hunters, and Lord Van Hexin is the twentieth generation, he was the greatest demon hunter a hundred years ago, and now it has been seven generations since us. ”

The crowd also had to be moved.

Van Hersin was one of the most famous witchers of the mid-19th century, and is said to have worked for the Holy See, hunting down mercenaries and powerful men all over the world. That was the last light of the Holy See. After the First World War, after being attacked by many forces one after another, the Holy See gradually fell silent.

Didn't this old man know Van Hersing? Didn't he say that he was older than everyone thought, one hundred and forty or fifty years old?

"The Demon Hunter has been passed down to the twenty-seventh generation. It seems that another half century has passed. Gageldan said slowly, looking at the vicissitudes of life.

His eyes were on Dashu again

"Yes, sir. Dashu also bowed his head respectfully and performed an ancient etiquette.

Gageldan nodded, his gaze continuing to scan.

Every time he sees someone, he can accurately point out that person's identity and inheritance, and even name the characters in that inheritance for tens or hundreds of years. Let the many strong people be more awe-inspired. Even Beelzebub, after hesitation, Gageldan revealed Beelzebub's mentorship and made Beelzebub respectfully clench his fists and bow down.

When he arrived at Tianxiong, Gageldan's eyes couldn't help but shoot a light of hatred:

"Little cub of the Holy See, you are from the Inquisition?"

"My lord, I have already been sentenced out of the Holy See. Tianxiong performed aristocratic etiquette gracefully.

Gageldan nodded, and when he finally looked at Chen Yun, the old man suddenly let out a suspicious sound, with a look of suspicion in his eyes.

Everyone held their breath.

There is no doubt that Gageldan's wisdom is very profound, and his vision is extremely sharp, and he has seen countless inheritances. If anyone can know Chen Yun's origin, it should be him. Everyone was actually surprised by Chen Yun's origin, after all, Chen Yun was too young.

Thinking of this, Gageldan shook his head, put that kind of absurdity behind him, paused for a moment, and looked at Chen Yundao with a straight face:

"Your Excellency, what you have set foot on is the territory of the White Fox Tribe. Out of respect for your power, I can allow you to leave, but it is only a matter of today's life, please don't say it. ”

As soon as the old man said this, before Chen Yun opened his seat, someone couldn't help but ask:

"He can leave, but what about us?"

"You?" said a sarcastic smile on Gageldan's wrinkled face, which was like the bark of an old tree:

"If you dare to set foot in the holy land of the White Fox God, then stay and make blood food for my juniors. They had just whetted an appetite before, but unfortunately they were just a bunch of ordinary people. If you can eat you mercenary powerhouses with energy in your flesh and blood, you will definitely evolve faster. ”

As the old man spoke, many white fox people opened their mouths. On the white and sharp white fox teeth, there are still traces of flesh and blood.

Beelzebub couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

This should be the guides who escaped from the valley before, but I didn't expect them to be buried in the white fox kiss.

Seeing that Gageldan was going to kill them all, the White Death God and the others felt a burst of despair in their hearts, and they couldn't help but look at Chen Yun, with a look of hope in their eyes, hoping that Chen Yun would not leave alone and abandon them.

"Sure enough, he is a descendant of the mercenary powerhouse White Fox Clan, capricious, always turning his face, and untrustworthy. Chen Yun shook his head with a smile, looked directly at Gageldan and said:

"If you want me to leave, just let me take all the spiritual fluid. ”

Chen Yun mentioned the spiritual liquid, and Gageldan was still expressionless. But when Chen Yun pointed to the spiritual liquid, the old man was pale, and all the White Fox Clans also took a step forward in an instant, letting out a crazy howl.

"You dare to spy on the white fox spiritual liquid! That is the life-and-death enemy of my white fox tribe, my clan will hunt you down to the ends of the earth, and it will also bite your throat, tear your bones, and devour your flesh!"

Gageldan shook the wooden battle and roared.

Many white fox people even looked at Chen Yun with the eyes of the enemy.

The most precious treasure of the entire White Fox Clan.

"What white fox spiritual liquid, this is spiritual liquid. How can you know the true efficacy of the Ichor? ”

Chen Yun snorted coldly.