"Can these 'Ancestral Witch True Bodies' condensed by faith and magic power help us step into the Grandmaster Realm?"

The three top wizards looked at their leader with a hint of fanatical eagerness in their tones.

Although the declination did not follow the opening, the eagerness in his eyes was even more than that—could it also help us make up for the foundation damaged by the breakthrough in the first place?

Zhu Huang glanced at the latter and nodded slightly: "Since the accident in the Zhongxing era of Wumen, although I no longer have the grandmaster at that time, the leaders of the successive generations have been able to enter the grandmaster realm without any bottlenecks and obstacles, and have always maintained the top five combat power in the cultivator world...... Do you think it's all a fluke?"

"Each generation of leaders can obtain a true body of the ancestral witch with condensed faith power from the 'criminal soldier' inheritance, and integrate it into themselves at the moment of breaking the realm. Only in this way can he become a grandmaster as soon as he breaks through the realm, and he can have top-notch combat power. ”

(It's a pity that in this generation of cultivators, there is such a top realm as Win Xingtian.) ）

Thinking of this, he sighed and patted Chi Wei on the shoulder: "Old Chi, it's not that I'm stingy and unwilling to share this secret with you, but that all the inheritance ancestors have been completely exhausted by my generation. ”

"So if this witch city left by the predecessors of the Zhongxing era is not born this time, even if it is not severely damaged by the little cubs of the Qianlong Yuan, my 'criminal soldier' will inevitably decline. ”

Chiwei also nodded: "The leader doesn't need to say much, how can the matter of me breaking through the realm alone be as important as the entire Wumen inheritance, even if the true body of the ancestor witch who got the legacy of the ancestor of the Zhongxing era this time is still to maintain the inheritance of the organization for the next few generations...... After so many years, I'm used to it. ”

The three wizard masters who belonged to the backbone of the "Criminal Soldier" organization next to them also nodded when they heard this: "Leader, the witch sect and the organizational inheritance are above all else, since the accumulation was exhausted back then, we can also give up this opportunity." Inherit the true body of the ancestor witch and leave it to the younger generations of the witch sect!"

Zhu Huang's eyes showed a look of relief and emotion, and his eyes swept around everyone: "With such a Wudao cultivator like Zhujun who is not for personal gain and is dedicated to the public, my Wumen inheritance can survive thousands of years, and even become more and more prosperous and powerful - it will eventually replace Qianlong Yuan and become the top existence in the Huaxia cultivator world!"

However, in everyone's fanatical eyes, the supreme leader of the criminal soldiers finally patted his subordinates on the shoulders and shook his head with a smile: "Saying that this is an opportunity for you, I naturally want to ensure that when a few of you leave this witch city, everyone will become a grandmaster." As for the inheritance of the descendants of the witches...... As long as we take this witch city, solve the mystery of the accident in the Zhongxing era, and get the opportunity left by the hundreds of grandmasters and ancestors, our Wumen Daxing is naturally just around the corner. ”

Wumen Daxing......

The witch gate is booming!

Everyone's eyes were slightly condensed, and they couldn't help muttering these four Chinese characters that seemed to have magical power.

"Get ready, take those ancestral witch true bodies. Zhu Huang pressed the neck more and more red, showing a bright color of the Kuafu chasing the sun tattoo, and the body suddenly skyrocketed by dozens of centimeters: "Let's go!"

"Let's go!"

In the midst of the four roars, Chi Wei and the other three also crushed a crystal bead at the same time, and the four ancestral witch phantoms submerged into their bodies, and the extremely powerful magic power skyrocketed, and they all turned into four giants more than two meters tall.

And then......

As soon as he stepped on the steps and returned to the luxurious hall of King Jin's mansion, Zhu Huang, who was walking in the front, suddenly changed his complexion.

"How is that possible?!"

The rest of the group stopped and looked at him with some confusion.

Zhu Huang didn't answer a few people's questions first, but just closed his eyes slightly, and the aura on his body quietly fluctuated.

It took dozens of seconds before he opened his eyes again with a pale face: "Qianlong Yuan! Win Xingtian! Everyone in my Wumen Sect is not sharing the sky with you!"

"What's going on?" Chi Wei's eyebrows furrowed, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

"Those damn guys, ...... the real body of the ancestral witch accumulated by my witch gate" Zhu Huang pushed open the door of the hall and walked out, while gritting his teeth and looking at the extreme distance of Wucheng: "Hit two!"

……

……

Ji Yiming and Yu Zhenzhen pushed everyone away, and there was also the same top Grandmaster Realm Gu Snake Xiaoyang next to them, and finally let Ying Xingtian, who was surrounded by the seven ancestral witch phantoms, relax, and after scanning his eyes for a while, he looked at Daoyan and Ou Haichao next to him without looking back: "Seven, I am in charge of 'Dijiang', 'Harvest', 'Extravagant Corpse' and 'Gonggong', can you handle the remaining three?"

"Don't underestimate our 'Yan Dao'!" Ji Daoyan laughed, and the original elegant and ancient temperament emerged with the light on his body, and the green lotus under his feet gushed out, and instantly turned into a happy and vengeful heroic spirit of the rivers and lakes: "Although Daomen is known for being good at formations and spells, it really fights...... I will never lose to your Hidden Dragon Yuan's martial arts inheritance!"

"Old Ou, up!"

Ou Haichao next to him rubbed his nose, and the two lying silkworm eyebrows wrinkled: "Hey, I'm an old bone and old leg, I've been tossing like this for three days, and sooner or later I will be killed by you in these ruins." ”

Having said that, he still crushed the turquoise that had just been deducted from under Ji Daoyan's hand, and quickly put several orders on himself in a row, and kept saying: "Boss, this consumption is not a public account, I ask for reimbursement!"

Ji Daoyan's long laughter froze, and the figures of the three ancestral witch phantoms in front of him, "Zhu Rong", "Eclipse Nine Yin" and "Hou Tu", almost fell to the ground, and it took a long time to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth: "Count! Go back and write the reimbursement application yourself, and I will review and sign!!"

"That's pretty much it. Ou Haichao grinned, and his body crossed over with his shaking hand and drew a pattern in the air, and a red-gold order "Sun Order" took shape instantly, and rushed straight towards the "Houtu" that seemed to have the weakest attack power among the three ancestral witches.

With a gentle explosion, the cloud that had condensed into the Ancestral Witch Phantom was slightly dispersed, and it quickly condensed again.

A trace of anger appeared on Hou Tu's hideous face, the seven arms behind his back were sealed at the same time, and the Teng snake held in both hands on his chest also quickly opened his huge mouth and spewed out a pure white air mass, rushing towards Ou Haichao, who was full of light all over his body.

At the same time, all the stone slabs of the bluestone street on the ground were turned over in an instant. The soil and hard rocks below automatically condensed more than a dozen "stalagmites" as if they were alive, and they also rushed towards the former.

The strange abilities possessed by the ancestral witches in myths and legends, these ancestral witch phantoms that seem to be void and composed of all clouds and qi are also not lacking!

Ou Haichao, the only two Daomen masters of the "Yan Dao" organization, used various formations, orders and spells to drag down the Houtu, eclipse Jiuyin and Zhurong's three ancestral witches.

On the battlefield on the other side of the long street, Ying Xingtian's whole body qi and blood soared, and his internal breath rushed out of his body for more than a few inches, and the whole person looked as if he was coated with a layer of extremely strong qi and blood light. Even in the face of the siege of the four ancestral witch phantoms, it was a radical attack with one punch at a time.

On the battlefield, the phantoms of the four ancestral witches, "Emperor River", "Extravagant Corpse", "Gonggong" and "Harvest", condense various weather anomalies, water vapor cloud arrows and strange ancestral witch abilities from time to time to attack Win Xingtian.

However, this time, the latter, who was full of firepower from the very beginning and burst out with the combat power that truly belonged to the top martial arts master realm, did not dodge a few attacks at all, and took the lead in attacking the corpse of Yubi who had been scattered by his fist once before.

Although the latter has a strong aura, it does have the strength of the Grandmaster Realm as everyone expected. But in this offensive and defensive battle that was so fierce that it was as fast as lightning breaking through the sky, he only had time to float a few clouds in front of his body, and he was hit by several punches in a row.

is still the "Xingtian Seven Star Fist" that dealt with the Jin Soldier generals before, each punch is so hot that it almost wants to make a fire in the void, and the smokeless and spontaneous combustion of "Xingtian Decision" is breathed in blood. Seven punches in a row, just like this, the corpse of the ancestor witch of the green snake with the body of the human-faced beast in his ears, exploded seven times in a row!

The first few times, it was able to instantly retract its air mass and recondense into the form of an ancestral witch. But as the force of each punch became stronger and stronger, the temperature of the qi and blood burning became higher and higher. By the time the sixth time it was recondensed and formed, its body was almost completely transparent, and it was blasted by the strength of the Winning Heavenly Fist again......

This phantom of the ancestor witch of the corpse, which was originally condensed into substance, could not return to its original form again.

It turned into streaks of pure white rootless gas that drifted through the air.

The remaining three Ancestral Witch Phantoms were still frantically attacking Ying Xingtian, and the expressions on their faces remained the same, and it was difficult to tell whether they were pure mythical Ancestral Witch Phantoms or beings with true minds and thoughts.

Although the attack was still continuing, Ying Xingtian, who directly exploded with seven punches and blasted the corpse of Yubi into nothingness, never showed the slightest fatigue. His figure jumped into the air, and several top-grade Southern Ruby with his palms together were instantly crushed into fine powder, and his breath also returned to its peak state at this moment.

The second attack directly rushed to the nearest head of the ancestral witch - "Dijiang".

The whole body is as red as a single Dan fire, even if it is all composed of white luck clusters, and the outside of the body is always shrouded in layers of flame-like red rays, Di Jiang is a six-legged and four-winged monster with strange abilities of space and speed.

At this moment, in mid-air, the figure of this monster more than two meters tall kept shuttling and changing, disappearing like lightning and appearing quickly. On the entire battlefield, there seemed to be no place where its body existed, and it seemed that each one was not a real body, almost exerting its speed and space capabilities to the extreme.

- Among the three ancestral witch phantoms, it is also the one that poses the greatest threat to Win Xingtian.

The sound of energetic explosions, breaking the air, and sonic booms continued to sound, and Ying Xingtian had not yet adapted to this guy's elusive attack method without checking for a while, and was hit by more than a dozen vital points on his body by its "sneak attack" several times in a row.

Fortunately, because more than seventy or eighty percent of the strength is used to maintain high-speed and short-distance spatial changes, Dijiang's attack power is even a little weaker than the rest of the Ancestral Witch Phantoms. Even if he was hit by a dozen attacks, the strong qi and blood on Ying Xingtian's body, and the momentum of the top martial arts masters who had climbed to the peak did not decline even a bit.

"It's ...... Too...... It's weak!"

The war intent in his eyes was blazing, and although he failed to hit Di Jiang in several consecutive attacks, he was "harassed" by the latter for more than a dozen claws. But between the body change and the movement of his gaze, the other party has gradually begun to adapt to this elusive attack method: "Although it is fast, but ...... You're really weak!"

I don't know if the "Dijiang" phantom really understood the words of Ying Xingtian's mouth, the mouth that was as sharp as a bird's beak suddenly let out an angry hiss, and his body flashed several times in a row and did not disperse the target, and his claws continued to attack at the back of his heart.

A slap.

Two shots.

Three notes.

Four notes!

During the first four attacks, Ying Xingtian simply did not dodge or dodge, but turned around to block the attacks of the other two ancestral witches, "Gonggong" and "Harvest", and when "Di Jiang" issued a fifth blow and still attacked his vest, he suddenly turned sharply with a strong blood aura swept by a violent wind: "Catch ...... It's your turn!"

The strong flame-like aura on his body repeatedly had spirituality, and he surged towards the "Emperor River" at the same time as he turned around, and he imprisoned the six-legged and four-winged monster in place so tightly.

And then.

"Xingtian Breaking Army Fist"!

A burst of fist power like a storm directly opened fireworks in the void. Even Ying Xingtian himself couldn't count how many all-out attacks he had launched in just a few seconds.

"Di Jiang" seemed to have a hint of fear in his sharp scream, his body was broken up and then condensed I don't know how many times, and he tried to manipulate the power of space speed to leave this space imprisoned by qi and blood, but he couldn't move a single inch at all.

A few seconds later, this cloud cloud phantom, known as the head of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, was finally directly exploded into wisps of floating gas like that "extravagant corpse".

until it disappears completely.

And this battle has only passed in less than three minutes from the beginning to this moment.

The two Dao Sect Masters, Ji Daoyan and Ou Haichao, were still casting a variety of simple attack and defense formations with different orders, spells, and void finger drawings, and were entangled and fighting with the three ancestral witch phantoms of "Houtu", "Eclipse Nine Yin" and "Zhurong".