"Otherwise, let's try this witch clan's body refining technique!"

Ye Chen frowned and muttered to himself.

Then, he closed his eyes and slowly began to cultivate according to the Wu Clan's alchemy technique.

......

At this time, among the various Wu clan stations, the candidates who will participate in the competition for the ancient witch inheritance tomorrow are also preparing for each other.

This time the ancient witch inheritance is very important, each witch clan will send the most powerful people in the clan to participate in the competition, and many witch clans are simply the witch lord or patriarch himself!

Spirit Witch.

Wu Fengyu, the patriarch of the Lingwu clan, sat on the ground, and Wu Fengyu's eldest son, the young master Wu Lei, sat in front of Wu Fengyu.

Wu Fengyu stretched out his hands and pressed his palms against his son's back.

He wants to pass on his life's work to his son!

For this selection of the inheritor of the ancient witch, the Spirit Witch Clan is bound to win!

Blood Wiclei.

Witch Lord Tu Chong slowly took out a jade bottle and played with it in his hand, in the jade bottle, there were more than a dozen dark red pills, each pill was refined from countless blood, and it was extremely precious.

Tu Chong sneered, opened the cap of the bottle, poured all the pills into his mouth, closed his eyes and refined them.

Beast Witch Clan, White Witch Clan, Black Witch Clan, Li Witch Clan...... Almost all the witch clans who had ideas about the selection of the inheritors of the ancient witches were secretly preparing.

In the Ghost Witch Clan's residence, Elder Zhao also sighed and sat silently to recuperate.

Tomorrow he will represent the Ghost Witch Clan, and although he doesn't have the slightest hope of winning, he also hopes that he won't lose too badly!

......

Early the next morning, at the venue of the Hundred Witches, representatives of all the witch clans arrived very early.

For example, the White Witch Clan, the Black Witch Clan, the Blood Witch Clan, the Beast Witch Clan, and other larger Wu clans have more representatives, while some of the smaller Wu clans have fewer representatives.

But among the people of the Ghost Witch Clan, Ye Chen was not seen.

It turned out that early this morning, when everyone set off, they saw that Ye Chen was still in a state of cultivation with his eyes closed, and everyone didn't dare to disturb, and An Yan was also afraid of interrupting Ye Chen's cultivation, so he didn't call Ye Chen.

Soon, the Hundred Witches Conference officially began.

Under the auspices of Wu Fengyu, the patriarch of the Lingwu clan of the organizer, everyone first worshiped the ancestors of the Wu clan in accordance with the tradition of previous years, and then began the highlight of this hundred witch conference.

"Everyone must already know about the appearance of the ancient witch envoy! Next, we must select an ancient witch inheritor, follow the ancient witch messenger into the ancient witch holy land, and accept the ancient witch inheritance!"

Wu Fengyu had already used his life's work last night to use the secret method of the Spirit Witch Clan to pass on to his eldest son Wu Lei, and at this time he was just holding on to preside.

As the host of the Hundred Witches Conference, he couldn't compete in person, so he pinned all his hopes on his son Wu Lei.

Since ancient times, the Wu clan has been the guardian of mankind, fighting with the sky and the earth, and advocating force, so the selection of the inheritors of this ancient witch is naturally all based on strength.

The masters, patriarchs, and witch masters of the witch clan came to the stage in turn to catch and fight.

Boom!

Wu Lei, the young master of the Spirit Witch Clan, kicked his opponent off the stage.

Drink!

A green light shot out from the Witch Master of the Li Wu Clan, and the opponent's blood suddenly sprayed into the air.

Boom!

The patriarch of the Black Witch clan beat his opponent half to death with one move, and sneered.

......

Soon, it was the turn of the Witch Clan.

Elder Zhao gritted his teeth and jumped onto the high platform, for the honor of the Ghost Witch Clan, even if he lost, he couldn't lose too ugly!

"Hehe, it's really a narrow road, I said yesterday that if I meet you on stage today, I won't let you go easily!"

A sneer came, and Tu Chong of the Blood Witch Clan slowly walked up to the high platform.

"Witch Slayer, since you have come to power, we will see the real chapter under our hands!"

Elder Zhao knew that he was definitely not an opponent, but he gritted his teeth.

"Humph!"

Tu Chong snorted coldly, and when he raised his hand, blood light shot out.

Elder Zhao had learned from yesterday's previous experience, and knew that he couldn't touch hard, so he dodged everywhere in order to seize the opportunity to fight back, but after a few rounds, he was still hit by a bloody light and was about to fall off the high platform.

"Want to just admit defeat, it's not that easy!"

Tu Chong sneered, and the blood light turned into a bloody hand in mid-air, and slapped Elder Zhao back to the high platform with one palm.

"Wow-"

Elder Zhao spurted out a mouthful of blood and immediately fell to the stage.

"Hehe, come on, stand up, I haven't had enough of it!"

Tu Chong sneered and raised his hand, and a faint ball of blood actually lifted Elder Zhao up.

Call!

Tu Chong raised his hand and waved, and another bloody light hit Elder Zhao.

Wow –

Elder Zhao screamed miserably, and blood spurted continuously, but there was the ball of blood light behind him, but he couldn't fall to the ground.

Bang bang bang......

Clusters of blood light hit Elder Zhao's body, and Elder Zhao was soon covered in blood and dying.

But Tu Chong still refused to stop, as if he wanted to vent his anger on Elder Zhao!

Although there are many casualties, such intentional serious injuries like this, or even torture and killing, are rare.

Everyone in the Ghost Witch Clan had blood-red eyes and was extremely sad and indignant, but because of the rules of the conference, Elder Zhao was not knocked down, nor did he take the initiative to admit defeat, let alone fall, and everyone was helpless.

Even the other Wu clan people in the audience, and Wu Xuan'er and other people from the Spirit Witch Clan, were a little unbearable.

"That's enough! Witch Slayer, do you have to cause Elder Zhao to die? What kind of personal vendetta do you have with Elder Zhao?"

An Yan really couldn't stand it anymore, stood up, walked to the front of the stage and said angrily.

She didn't have much contact with the people of the Ghost Witch Clan, but since she became the Holy Maiden of the Ghost Witch Clan by chance, and the four daughters of Meilan Zhuju had lived with her for so long, she also regarded herself as half of the Ghost Witch Clan.

"Oh, isn't this the powerless waste saint of the Ghost Witch Clan?"

Tu Chong on the stage glanced at An Yan and smiled coldly.

"Elder Zhao's skills are not as good as others, he has already lost, please let Elder Zhao down!"

An Yan ignored Tu Chong's insult to himself and said angrily again.

"I don't think Elder Zhao has lost yet! look, he's still standing firm!"

Tu Chong smiled fiercely, and another ball of blood light hit Elder Zhao.

Elder Zhao spurted out another mouthful of blood, and there was already a lot of white foam in the blood!

If he doesn't step down for treatment, I'm afraid Elder Zhao will be beaten to death!

"That's enough! Since you want to fight our ghost witch clan, then let Elder Zhao go down and let me come!"

An Yan was furious and rushed out.

"Your Highness, no!"

When the four girls of Meilan Zhuju heard this, they immediately panicked and hurriedly rushed over.

But An Yan had already taken a few steps up the stairs to the high platform.

"Hehe, since you, the Holy Maiden of the Ghost Witch Clan, took the initiative to play, then I will let Elder Zhao go. ”

Tu Chong smiled yin, and with a wave of his hand, Elder Zhao flew off the high platform like a broken sack.

Everyone in the Ghost Witch Clan rushed up and gave first aid to Elder Zhao.

"Witch Slayer, what kind of grudge do you have against us Witch Clan?"

An Yan stood on the high platform, facing Tu Chong, and said without fear.

"Do you remember the old witch master who died at the hands of you people half a year ago?"

Tu Chong snorted coldly.

An Yan suddenly frowned, at that time, the old witch master had used an evil method to suck the blood of his disciples, could it be ......

"Hmph, why do you think your old witch master knows the secret method of my Blood Witch Clan?

Tu Chong said coldly.

"What?"

An Yan was a little unsure why, even if it was like this, it wouldn't be so much resentful.

"Anyway, you won't be able to walk off this high platform alive today, so it doesn't hurt if I tell you! If you hadn't killed the old witch master of the Ghost Witch Sect and let him cultivate that secret method, I'm afraid he would have been a puppet in my hands now! The current ghost witch clan is afraid that it would have fallen into my hands a long time ago! And you killed him, causing my bamboo basket to be empty, do you think I should resent you?"

Tu Chong's face was grim and full of regret.

"You are so insidious, too despicable, to secretly control the Ghost Witch Clan!"

An Yan's brows furrowed tightly.

"Okay, having said all that, it's time to send you on your way! Kill you, the Holy Maiden of the Ghost Witch Clan, and let you Ghost Witch Clan people see it!"

Tu Chong's gloomy way.

At this time, everyone watching the battle in the audience also saw that this holy daughter of the Ghost Witch Clan who came to the stage was really weak enough, and she didn't even have the slightest fluctuation in strength!

Did she really go up to die?

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