Ziwei Xingjun watched the sheep's tongue take Zhuo Wen away, his eyes were calm, and he muttered to himself: "I really didn't expect that in the end, I still used this most helpless strategy!

As he spoke, Ziwei Xingjun spread out his right hand, and on the palm of his right hand, an insignificant speck of dust lay quietly.

Putting away the dust, Ziwei Xingjun strode into the inn.

"Brother Yin Swamp, let's just let this purple star go, this purple star can get one of the twelve places in the Wusong Society, I'm afraid it's not easy, after all, he was also born in a small clan, and it is not easy to rise in the Wusong Society. The patriarch of the merman clan, Yongshi, said in a deep voice.

The Corpse Yin Swamp shook his head and said, "We are still in the Witch God City, so it is not appropriate to do it again!After all, the defensive array where Zhuo Wen stayed is not simple, we can't break it in a short time, and the Wu Clan may have to take action at that time!"

"What Brother Yin Swamp said is right, this purple star can't move now!After leaving the Witch God City, the Witch Clan won't care anymore, let's move again!" Feng Li fell.

"Well, let's go to the inner city, that Long Wen was brought into the inner city, Wu Wuxian will definitely come forward, let's talk to that Wu Wuxian about distribution!"

……

In the inner city, in the main hall of the Wu clan, in a very wide room, two figures sat opposite each other.

The dome of this room is open-air, and those who sit in the room only need to look up to see the stars in the night sky.

These two figures, one of them is the Holy Lord of the Wu Clan, and he is also one of the peak powerhouses in the entire Flood Desolate Heaven Domain.

It is said that the cultivation of the Holy Lord of the Wu Clan has reached the peak of the Heavenly Lord, and his strength is monstrous, shocking the universe, and his momentum is like a rainbow.

In front of the Holy Lord of the Wu Clan, a group of strong people in the late stage of the Heavenly Lord, such as the corpse Yin Swamp, were completely inadequate, like tiny ants.

But now, this Witch Clan Holy Lord, who was standing at the peak of the Flood Desolation Heavenly Domain, was sitting in danger at the moment, looking at the figure sitting opposite with great fear.

This figure sat casually, naked and skinny, and his skin was even more shriveled and shriveled, like a dried corpse, and on this dry corpse, there were tufts of green hair, neither human nor ghost, extremely weird.

If Zhuo Wen was here, he would definitely recognize this figure, which was the green-haired corpse he had released from the seal.

"Senior, you've been sitting here for a few days, and I don't know what you're up to?" said the Holy Lord of the Witch Clan.

When the green-haired corpse appeared in his dormitory like a ghost, he was furious and brazenly attacked.

But he was knocked to the ground by the green-haired dry corpse, and his combat power was temporarily lost.

This made him frightened and inexplicable, knowing that the strength of this green-haired dried corpse was far superior to him, so now he was shocked and frightened of this green-haired dried corpse, and he didn't dare to slack off.

What made the Holy Lord of the Wu Clan even more strange was that since this green-haired dry corpse had taught him a hard lesson, he had been honest, and he had just sat there motionless, like a stone carving.

Although this green-haired dry corpse looked like a dry corpse and a dead thing when it didn't move, the Holy Lord of the Wu Clan didn't dare to leave.

Who knows, this green-haired dried corpse will suddenly cheat the corpse, give him a moment, and let him finish directly.

"I heard that your Wu clan has three ancestral witch corpses!, but is there such a thing?" the green-haired dry corpse suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the Wu Clan Holy Lord lightly and asked.

"Yes, I don't know why the seniors mentioned this?" said the Holy Lord of the Wu Clan, whose scalp was numb.

"The three ancestral witch corpses, I want them!" said the green-haired corpse lightly.

"What?" the Holy Lord of the Witch Clan changed color.

"What, do you have an opinion?" the green-haired corpse looked at the Witch Holy Lord very unkindly.

The Holy Lord of the Wu Clan was silent, his eyes were very unwilling.

"Senior, those three ancestral witch corpses were handed down by the ancestors of our Wu clan, and they can't be moved, if they do, I'm afraid that our Wu clan will have a big disaster!" said the Holy Lord of the Wu clan.

"I don't care if your Yadi is handed down by the ancestors, if you don't hand over the three ancestral witch corpses, then it's okay, after I uproot your witch clan, I can find the three ancestral witch corpses you hid myself!"

"Don't, senior, don't mess around! I can give you the three ancestral witch corpses, but it will take a while, some time ago, the Wu Song Society has just ended, and there are twelve geniuses who need to enter the ancestral witch pond for baptism. ”

"When this baptism is over, how about taking the seniors to the Ancestral Witch Qitan in the next place?" the Holy Lord of the Wu Clan sighed lightly.

"Okay, then I'll wait a little longer, I'm not in a hurry anyway!" said the green-haired cadre, closing his eyes again, as if he were a lifeless corpse.

The Holy Lord of the Wu Clan smiled bitterly, when he met such a scoundrel powerhouse, he really fell into blood mold for eight lifetimes.

Suddenly, a shadow crept in from outside the room.

"High Priest, what's wrong?"

The moment the Holy Lord of the Wu Clan saw this shadow, the previous weakness vanished, and his whole body exuded a strong majesty.

This Qianying is Wu Wuxian, the high priest of the Wu Clan, she knelt on one knee, peeked at the green-haired corpse that was pretending to be dead, and immediately said: "Holy Lord, that Longwen wreaked havoc in the Witch God City, and now he has been caught, the old man came to report to the Holy Lord, don't you know that the Holy Lord will go over to judge together?"

"You don't need me to come forward for this kind of trivial matter, you can handle it with all your powers!" said the Holy Lord of the Wu Clan, impatiently.

"Huh, that name is Longwen?"

As soon as the Holy Lord of the Wu Clan finished speaking, the green-haired corpse that was pretending to be dead suddenly rushed up, looked at the high priest and asked.

Wu Wuxian was frightened, she didn't even notice when this green-haired dried corpse came to her, what a powerful strength it must be, so that she could get close to her unconsciously.

If this green-haired dried corpse had murderous intent, she would already be a corpse just now.

"It's a small clan disciple who participated in the Witch Song Society, named Long Wen, he broke the rules of the Witch God City! Now we are planning to judge this son!" Wu Wuxian's voice trembled slightly, and he hurriedly said.

"Oh, then Longwen is not a Terran?" asked the green-haired cadaver in surprise.

"My lord laughed, if it was a human race, it would be impossible to participate in the Wu Song Meeting, even in the Desolate Heavenly Domain, it would be difficult to move an inch, how could it be a human race?" Wu Wuxian said with a smile.

"Oh! Then you judge, take me too! I'm interested in that dragon and want to see what it's like?" said the green-haired corpse.

Wu Wuxian and the Holy Lord of the Wu Clan looked at each other, they were all puzzled, how could this powerful man with all the means in front of him be interested in a child of a small clan?

Could it be that this adult knows that Long Wen?

"Why are you still stunned, why don't you take me with you!" said the green-haired corpse impatiently.

The Holy Lord of the Wu Clan was helpless, and said to Wu Wuxian: "High Priest, let's go with us too!"

Wu Wuxian had no choice but to do so, and took the Holy Lord of the Wu Clan and the green-haired corpse to the main hall of the Wu Clan's main hall.