"Come here!"

Du Xiaoqing shouted first, and then cautiously stepped forward and looked at the ball of light.

The light of the orb of light, though neither strong nor weak, was so dazzling that it was impossible to see what it was.

Senhu and the group of guards rushed over, and they all moved to help clear the debris around them.

Only then did they realize that next to the ball of light was a statue of a witch god.

When Senhu saw the statue of the witch god, he immediately burst into tears, knelt on the ground, and bowed to the statue reverently.

This statue was snatched from the Witch Tribe, and it was the most important thing in their tribe, more important than the lives of all the tribesmen.

Because this statue can not only test the spiritual talent of the clan, but also contain the inheritance of witchcraft of the witch god.

The reason why the Witch King Palace destroyed the entire Mori Wu tribe was for this statue of the Witch God.

After bowing three times, Senhu got up to wipe away his tears and slowly straightened the toppled statue.

When the statue of the witch god was standing in front of him, a light suddenly appeared in the statue and poured into the center of Senhu's eyebrows.

At the same time, a vicissitudes of life voice echoed in Sen Hu's mind.

"My believers can get my inheritance of witchcraft!"

In an instant, Sen Hu had a lot of information in his mind, which made him feel refreshed.

The inheritance of the witch god can only be obtained by those who are descended from the witch god, and the inheritance of witchcraft, as long as the most devout believers, have the opportunity to obtain it.

Senhu looked excited and knelt down to the statue of the witch god again.

At this moment, the ball of light next to it suddenly emitted a brilliant light, illuminating the ruins of the entire Witch God Temple in an instant.

Sen Hu and Du Xiaoqing couldn't help but reach out to block the dazzling light, and they didn't dare to look directly.

In that bright light, the figure of a young girl loomed, she seemed to curl up, her arms folded on her knees, and fell into a deep sleep.

The light is getting stronger and stronger, illuminating not only the Witch Temple, but also the entire Witch King's Palace.

It was like a sun rising from the ruins, dazzling and dazzling.

Xue Jian, who was still tirelessly bombarding the Black Tower, was attracted by this scene and turned his head to look.

On the Black Tower, Liufeng's eyes widened, and he looked at this scene in a daze, he suddenly seemed to remember something, and muttered in disbelief.

"It's ...... Legacy of the Witch God...... The will of the witch god has chosen the inheritor, how is it possible?

The Witch King has obviously asked all the people of the Xuanyuan clan to test it, and the Xuanyuan clan of this generation obviously has no bloodline atavists. ”

The dazzling ball of light slowly rose so that everyone in the palace could see it.

As the ball of light rose higher and higher, everyone gradually saw clearly, and inside was a girl wearing a green Luo skirt.

The girl's curled up body gradually stretched out, her eyes closed, her expression serene, her head raised, her arms outstretched, as if bathed in holy light.

At this moment, the entire capital, as long as there is the blood of the Nanming people in the body, after being illuminated by this light and seeing the girl, there will be a spontaneous reverence from the bottom of his heart.

As if they had seen a witch god, they held their hands on their chests and looked at the girl reverently.

Whether it is the inner courtyard of the palace, or the downtown streets, or the city defense barracks, the people of Nanming are all pious and respectful.

The young emperor stood at the gate of the imperial study, looking up at his own sister, with a complicated expression, even he wanted to worship sincerely.

Inside the Witch God Temple, Sen Hu's eyes widened, and then his face showed ecstasy.

He sensed the choice of the witch god, and this girl bathed in holy light was the inheritor chosen by the witch god, the person he wanted to protect with his life.

At this moment, only Xue Jian and Du Xiaoqing did not have the feeling of worshipping, they were not from Nanming.

But Xue Jian still kept looking up at the girl, and his heart was full of doubts.

At this time, the girl opened her eyes, as if she had just woken up, a little hazy, and her expression was dazed.

She raised her little hand and rubbed her big eyes, and when she saw that she was actually suspended in mid-air, her face suddenly lost color.

But she quickly calmed down, her eyes were full of curiosity and excitement, and she thought it was very fun to fly in mid-air.

Princess Qinglian is naughty and bold by nature, she opens her arms and waves up and down, learning the way a bird flies.

She didn't notice that the entire capital was looking at her at this moment.

In the palace, the young emperor smiled dumbly, and her sister didn't seem to have changed much.

The little girl learned how the birds flew, and she was so happy in the air that almost everyone in the city looked stupid.

Even Sen Hu was stunned, stretched out his hand and scratched his head, thinking if it was time to remind her to stop playing, as the inheritor of the witch god, it was a bit embarrassing to do so.

But before he could speak, Xue Jian had already heard a voice.

"Princess Qinglian, what's wrong with you?"

He had so many doubts in his head right now.

Obviously, this princess is an ordinary person, neither a martial artist nor a wizard, how can she fly.

When Princess Qinglian heard Xue Jian's shout, she put away her playfulness, controlled her body a little rustily, and slowly landed in front of Xue Jian from the air.

Her cute little face flushed with excitement and smiled.

"Xue Chu, we meet again. ”

Xue Jian nodded with a smile, and looked at the little girl carefully, it seemed that there was no change, but the feeling she gave Xue Jian was very different.

"How do you ...... Will it fly?"

Princess Qinglian blinked her eyes blankly, pursed her lips, showed a thoughtful look, and said slowly.

"I don't know very well, but I just fell asleep, as if I dreamed of a person, and I didn't remember what the bloodline and inheritance that person said to me, and when I woke up, I was in mid-air, which scared me a lot. ”

At this time, Sen Hu and Du Xiaoqing, as well as the group of palace guards, all came over.

Sen Hu briefly explained to Xue Jian.

After Xue Jian heard this, his face was shocked and unbelievable.

That's the Witch God Inheritance, is it so easy to get?

At the beginning, he helped Feiyue obtain the Seagod inheritance, but after a lot of hardships, he almost died in the deep sea.

Moreover, Princess Qinglian is a little girl who doesn't know anything, and she doesn't even know what witchcraft is, and the witch god actually chose her as the inheritor, so don't be so hasty.

After listening to Senhu's words, Princess Qinglian immediately raised her head and looked complacent.

Where did she know what the Witch God Inheritor represented, anyway, it was fun and interesting.

She looked at Xue Jian and said triumphantly.

"Xue Chu, do you want to go to this black tower to have fun? I can take you in. ”

Xue Jian was slightly stunned, and did not take her words to heart.

He had just bombarded with the artifact for a long time, but he didn't blast open the gate of the Black Tower, even if Princess Qinglian got the witch god inheritance and her strength skyrocketed, she couldn't compare it with the artifact.

The little girl seemed to see Xue Jian's disapproval, she snorted lightly, strode to the gate of the Black Tower, patted it hard, and shouted.

"Open the door, open the door, open the door!"

Her actions couldn't help but laugh, but the next scene made everyone present widen their eyes and open their mouths.

The gate of the Black Tower slowly opened.