Jiang Ling originally wanted to do something with her and try his strength, but he didn't expect that before he could do it, a powerful aura swept out of his soul.

No, not the soul to be exact!

Outsiders may not be able to sense it, thinking that it is the breath emanating from the soul, but Gangneung himself can feel it, it is coming from the deepest part of the body.

What's going on?

Gangneung frowned, feeling extremely puzzled.

However, then, a scene that surprised him even more happened, the dreadlocked woman of the witch clan opposite actually bowed her head to him in shock.

"Subordinate Jiufeng, meet the Holy Son. Her voice was sonorous and powerful, full of masculine magnetism, and her tone was extremely solemn.

"What!" all the witch people on the scene were shocked.

What's going on? Is there any mistake about it, and you're still playing like this? The situation has reversed too quickly, and you can't react at all!

Some of them have a relatively high status, and they also know the woman in the fiery red robe in front of them, that is the guardian god of the Wu clan, Jiufeng! The status is even higher than the patriarch, and she is a super master who secretly guards the Wu clan.

Under the ancestral witch is the great witch, and the great witch is infinitely close to the existence of the ancestral witch, but the status of the witch clan is not as good as the ancestral witch.

And Jiufeng is the Great Witch, and is also one of the five great witches of the Wu Clan, second only to the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

No one knows how strong she is, anyway, after the decline of the Wu Clan, it was Jiufeng who secretly helped the Wu Clan shelter from the wind and rain, silently guarding the Wu Clan.

If she hadn't sensed Gangneung's powerful aura this time, she wouldn't have appeared.

Looking at the white-haired man in front of him, Jiufeng's pupils trembled slightly, and a turbulent wave was set off in his heart.

She couldn't be mistaken, the breath in the body in front of her was exactly the same as the legend.

Is he really...

Jiufeng didn't dare to think about it anymore, this matter involved the will of heaven, it was a taboo between heaven and earth, even if he thought about it in his heart, it would lead to disaster.

Seeing the menacing woman bow her head to Jiangling, the army of Feixian Mountain was also stunned, and they didn't expect things to develop like this.

Originally, I thought that there was going to be a great war, but who would have thought that it would end like this, or the big man of the Wu clan took the initiative to give in.

Bu Shangwu and Feng Yuanzheng, who were being baptized by the Ancestral Witch Pillar, also frowned when they saw this scene, revealing a surprised face.

Obviously, it was their side that made a big move, and the ancestral witch pillar personally descended the inheritance, which made the two of them awaken the ancestral bloodline.

But even so, the focus of the audience was on Jiang Ling, and the two protagonists Feng Yuanzheng and Bu Shangwu were ignored like this.

That's how crazy the world is!

Not to mention that the people present were shocked and inexplicable, even Gangneung felt incredible.

The woman in front of her is Jiufeng? Isn't that the legendary witch of the witch clan?

Also, why does she call me the Son?

Gangneung was confused and felt inexplicable.

He definitely doesn't have the blood of the Wu clan in his body, he is the most orthodox human race, a human race, otherwise, when the power of the ancestral witch pillar recovers, he will definitely descend on him.

The big man of the Wu clan called a human race the Holy Son, is this a joke?

Gangneung looked at the woman in front of him strangely, and his heart fell into a deep groan.

The aura on this person's body is fluctuating, either the cultivation is too high, or it is not the main body, it is estimated that the second possibility is greater.

Under the gaze of everyone, Jiang Ling was silent for a while before he slowly spoke: "Why do you call me Holy Son?"

Jiu Feng didn't answer him directly, but quietly glanced at the people in the audience before transmitting the sound to Jiang Ling's ears: "I guess you also sensed it, a breath automatically came out of your body, this is the unique breath of the Holy Son of the Wu Clan, it will never be wrong." ”

"And only the Holy Son of the Wu Clan, the aura emanating from his body can trigger the soul bells in my hair. ”

Her voice sounded directly in Jiang Ling's heart, and her tone was extremely solemn.

Hearing her words, Jiang Ling was a little helpless.

He's really convinced, how does he feel like he has subordinates everywhere he goes, and he can keep discovering his new identity.

There are at least two identities that can be seen from the memory fragments alone, plus the holy son of the Wu clan or something, Jiangling's head is big.

Now his identity is even more confusing, and several identities can't be played together with eight poles at all, and they can't be imagined in series.

"The Holy Son doesn't have any privileges, right, I just killed the Supreme Elder of the Wu Clan, you can't punish me severely?"

Gangneung's eyes flickered.

He actually wanted to fight with this Jiufeng twice to see what level of strength he could reach under his full explosion.

Those people before were not beaten, and they died before they could use all their strength.

"It's okay," Jiufeng's face was cold, "It's just a Supreme Elder, the Holy Son can kill if he wants to." ”

Yes?

Jiang Ling's eyelids twitched, this is really difficult to do, and it is estimated that he can't fight.

Just as they were talking, a violent wave suddenly spread out, instantly attracting the attention of Jiang Ling and Jiufeng.

Jiang Ling took advantage of the situation and immediately showed a look of surprise.

It's a step and a martial art.

After brewing for a long time, a huge figure gradually condensed behind Bu Shangwu.

This figure is different from Feng Yuanzheng's Houtu Phantom, but a different image.

Looking closely, it was a giant shadow with an earthy yellow body, six legs, four wings, bathed in fiery red Danhuo, and its face was chaotic and blurry, and it was not clear to see.

The size of this phantom was not as big as the Ancestral Witch Empress behind Feng Yuanzheng, but it exuded a dangerous aura all over its body, and a sharp aura emanated from its body, carrying an unparalleled power of destruction.

The phantoms of Bu Shangwu and Feng Yuanzheng are completely different, one has an illusory body, and the other has a condensed and heavy shadow.

In terms of breath, one is incomparably sharp, and the other is thick and calm, like the strongest spear and the strongest shield.

As soon as the phantom behind Bu Shangwu appeared, that incomparable power instantly spread in all directions, fiercely slamming into the people at the scene, blasting their bones with a crisp sound.

Before, when a phantom appeared behind Feng Yuanzheng, he bombarded the people of the Wu clan once, and now he experienced another bombardment, and many people were bombarded to the point of vomiting blood.

They were the worst, they didn't do anything, and they were bombarded twice in a row by the coercion of the ancestral witch.

"What's that?"

Jiangling was strong enough, and he was not affected by the coercion, standing calmly on the ground, curiously looking at the phantom behind Bu Shangwu.

This is a thing of the Wu clan, he doesn't understand, he has lived for more than 5,000 years before, and it is only in this round of prosperity that he really entered the ranks of the hegemons, so many things are not clear.

"That's, Ancestral Witch Emperor Jiang!"

Jiufeng's pupils constricted, and he immediately recognized it, it was the phantom of Di Jiang.

Ancestral Witch Emperor Jiang, whose strength ranks in the top two among the twelve ancestral witches, is on a par with Candle Jiuyin.

With his spatial supernatural powers, Di Jiang is extremely sharp in killing, and his ability to escape is also the best in the world, and other ancestral witches can't compare with him.

And only the time magic power controlled by Candle Jiuyin can balance each other with him.

However, the twelve ancestors are all in one camp, Di Jiang and Candle Jiuyin have never fought each other, and no one can tell which of them is strong and which is weak.

Needless to say, Jiang Ling sensed the spatial power of the edge coming from Bu Shangwu's body, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

The characteristic of space is cutting, and if you control the laws of space, the attack is extremely terrifying, and with Shangjiangling's "Sword Thirteen", it is simply a perfect match.

And the space used to escape and hunt down enemies is also first-class.

The law of space, combined with sword cultivation, is simply seamless, and even Jiang Ling has to envy this apprentice.

With Bu Shangwu's stubborn and resolute heart, maybe he can really surpass him in kendo in the future.

"The two of them have awakened the ancestral bloodline, and I am the Holy Son, I just heard Qianyuan say that the position of the patriarch of the Wu clan is still vacant, I think this is the will of heaven. ”

Jiang Ling looked at Jiufeng seriously and said in a deep voice.

"Ugh. "Jiufeng's face is full of weirdness, where do you still not know what Jiangling means?

"Buzz. ”

At this moment, an invisible wave erupted in Bu Shangwu and Feng Yuanzheng's bodies at the same time, soaring into the sky and straight into the sky.

In an instant, the air was surging, and the dense dark clouds were surging and rolling wildly.

"Boom!" thunder and lightning raged, and the wind and clouds changed.

The terrifying Tianwei spread out, locking on Bu Shangwu and Feng Yuanzheng.

"It's the Divine Tribulation, and they're going to cross the Tribulation. Jiufeng's face changed slightly.

"It's not good, the Wu clan has been suppressed by heaven and earth because they violated the rules of heaven back then, and their god tribulation this time may attract the eye of heavenly punishment!"

Jiufeng was a little anxious.

"The Eye of Heavenly Punishment?" Jiang Ling coughed dryly, looked strange, and touched his left eye.