It's different from the surprise of the year.

Several Jindan monks, as well as more than a thousand onlookers, looked at the projection wall on the cliff wall.

On it, there are still more than a dozen lines of Ten Thousand Poison Witch Sutras.

And everyone is very sure that this is the real Ten Thousand Poisons and Witchcraft.

Because among these people, many people practice secret techniques that come from the Ten Thousand Poison Witch Sutra, but every time the immortal fate comes in the past, it is several secret techniques, and it is indicated that it comes from the Ten Thousand Poison Witch Sutra, and there is no direct appearance of the Ten Thousand Poison Witch Sutra like this time, and looking at this trend, as long as the sacrifice is enough, there should be a full version of the Ten Thousand Poison Witch Sutra.

It's a pity that the Zhujin Dan monks who were killed before did not become sacrifices, but were directly plundered of the essence and blood vitality and all the energy of all the dead people by Nian Chen with some kind of anti-heaven secret technique.

If it weren't for Nianchen's obstruction, at least half of the Ten Thousand Poison Witch Sutra would have appeared by now!

However, what did Yang Shouyi mean by those words?

The Ten Thousand Poison Witch Sutra is an ancient witch barbarian holy scripture, this is indeed true, and it has already appeared on the cliff, why did Yang Shouyi say that this group of people is not eligible to obtain it?

What secrets does he know?

It stands to reason that this fairy fate is not something that anyone can predict!

Meng Hetang of the Dongsheng Hall looked at Qi Zamo behind him, and his face turned cold: "Qi Zamo, you and Yang Shou have been eyebrow-raising many times, and this seat will give you a chance to explain, what is going on?"

Qi Zamo is in the Dongsheng Palace, which is an important task among the peripheral members, but he is not even qualified to participate in the inner perimeter of the Dongsheng Palace.

In the eyes of the core figures of Dongsheng Hall like Meng Hetang, this guy is a dispensable chess piece that can be given up at any time.

Qi Zamo had communicated with Miao Jiang Yang Shouyi many times before, and Meng Hetang naturally saw it in his eyes, but the biggest enemy at that time was Nianchen, and he and Miao Jiang were also verbal allies, so it was naturally inconvenient to turn his face and question.

And now, Yang Shouyi has obviously turned his face first.

Meng Hetang naturally had no scruples, and looked at Qi Zamo's eyes, full of threat.

To Meng Hetang's surprise......

Qi Zamo, who has been submissive for many years, seems to have changed at this time.

"What's going on? Didn't you hear what Yang Shouyi said?"

"Ten Thousand Poison Witch Sutra Soda Lime My Moro Clan's Holy Scripture, how can you people of low bloodline be able to cultivate?"

At this time, Qi Zamo's whole temperament changed, as if the princes and nobles had descended in front of a group of mud-legged people, looking arrogant and indifferent.

Such a contrast made Meng Hetang not change all of a sudden.

stared at Qi Zamo in a daze for a full five seconds, and Meng Hetang pointed at the other party angrily: "Bold minion, you dare to talk like this to this seat?"

However, before Meng Hetang's words fell, suddenly an extremely powerful sword aura shot out from the direction of Yang Shou in the distance:

"Dare to talk to the Holy Clan Envoy like this, you will seek death!"

This sword qi contains the majestic mana of Yang Shouyi in the later stage of Jindan.

Meng Hetang's face changed in fright, and he hurriedly dodged, avoiding a full ten meters, and his mana was running all over his body, and the protective light shield was opened to prevent Yang Shouyi's next attack.

However, Qi Zamo only waved his hand slightly, and Yang Shouyi in the distance nodded respectfully, and then stopped making a move.

This scene made Meng Hetang and another Jindan monk of the Dongsheng Hall stunned!

The crowd of onlookers was also in a state of bewilderment.

What qualifications does a mid-stage foundation building monk have to make a late-stage Jindan monk like Yang Shouyi submissive and obedient?

Among all of them, only Nian Chen has some vague speculation in his heart.

"The Miao Jiang Wu Clan, the descendants of the ancient Wu Barbarians...... Wu clan, witch barbarian......"

While muttering to himself, Nianchen's eyes began to become brighter and brighter.

At this time, Meng Hetang looked at the commander of the Lanyue Country, Wan Liutang, and the Western forces that had stayed out of the matter from the beginning and never participated in any conflict.

Among this force, there were two blond-haired and blue-eyed men, although there was no mana fluctuation, but their bodies faintly exuded a terrifying aura that was not inferior to that of the Jindan monks!

"Fellow Daoists...... Yang Shouyi and the Miao Jiang Wu Clan are crazy, if we don't join forces, I'm afraid that more than 1,000 people will really become sacrifices and be exterminated in this canyon!"

I have to say that Meng Hetang's words have a very good effect.

Hula!

Dozens of small forces that were still next to the Miao Jiang Wu Clan just now stood up one after another and walked away......

Even the members of Yan Huang moved under Wan Liutang's slight beckoning.

Within moments, another confrontation formed in the canyon.

The Miao Jiang Wu Clan was on one side, and all the other forces gathered on the other side, becoming tense.

With Brother Yan Huang, Nian Chen also retreated to the bottom of the cliff surrounded by a large group of strangers.

As soon as his spiritual power swept away the group of "allies" behind him, a hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of Nianchen's mouth.

The hundreds of wizards on the side of the Miao Jiang Wu clan are really twisted into a rope, and as long as the sheep obeys the order, this group of people is not only not afraid of death, but also seems to regard death as the supreme glory.

This is already evident in the beginning of the witchcraft competition.

This group of Miao Jiang Wu Clan gives people the impression of unreasonable madmen, a group of madmen who are eager to die here!

On his side, the temporary alliance camp composed of dozens of forces is not even a rabble.

Each faction has its own ghosts.

And before, whether it was Dongsheng Hall or the dragon slayer who lost its leader, they all killed themselves and Yanhuang to the death......

Where is the slightest cohesion in such a temporary alliance?

They were just improvised patchwork together in the face of a sudden crisis.

It's not so much an alliance as a mutual emboldening to scare the common enemy!

At this time, Meng Hetang of Dongsheng Hall suddenly spoke:

"Yang Shouyi, although you are a late-stage Jindan monk, you are the person with the highest cultivation strength here!"

"But it's not impossible for all of our Jindan monks to join forces to defeat you!"

"What's more, we still have the joining of Nian Daoyou!"

"Meng advises you to dispel those unrealistic extravagant hopes, we can not blame the past......"

Before he finished speaking, he was coldly interrupted by Yang Shouyi on the other side.

"Shut up the old man!"

"A bunch of idiots who haven't woken up until they die!"

"Hehe, you won't be naïve enough to really believe that there is any immortal fate in this world, right?"

When this question was asked, Yang Shouyi's eyes shot over as if he was looking at an idiot, and his face was full of sarcasm.

"You...... What do you mean?"

"Isn't the text on this cliff the Ten Thousand Poisons and Witch Sutra?"

The most concerned about the map of the Ten Thousand Poisons and Witch Sutra, he was angry and corrupt.

Yang Shouyi nodded with a sneer:

"On the cliff, it is indeed the Holy Book of Secrets and Ten Thousand Poisons and Witch Sutras!"

"But this is not some immortal fate, but a means used by the great witch barbarian saint clan to fish for your sacrifices!"

"Over the past thousands of years, enough sacrifices have indeed been caught, and you will be the last to be baited, hehehe!"

Yang Shouyi's smug sneer was still echoing, and in the sea of soul consciousness of the year, Zhong Mubai's solemn voice sounded again:

"Boy, that strong man...... It's here!"