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"Thank you for your mercy. Xiao Wu thanked the master of the Blood Witch Sect according to his words.

Fang Tianyou always felt that this little witch seemed to have a problem. It seems that Fang Tianyou is not the only one who sees the problem, because there are already people whispering in the audience.

"How do I feel that some kind of witch body is a little stupid?"

"Cultivation and combat power seem to be good, but why is it that your eyes are a little dull?" This is a quiet conversation between two young witch sect disciples.

"What do you know, I heard that the so-called witch body is not innate, but domesticated through a series of secret techniques such as marrow extraction, soul dementoring, and bone replacement for boys with extremely strong blood. It can be said that the body of the witch Gu has lost its original memory consciousness.

And you see that he has a pale complexion, which should be caused by being locked up in the cave of the dark room for many years and not seeing the sun. Wearing a mask must also have something to do with not adapting to the sunlight outside. An elderly man next to him explained.

"Ah, doesn't that mean that this witch Gu body is actually a puppet and doesn't have much consciousness of its own?" the two young witch disciples asked.

"Let's just say that. Although he has a little more soul consciousness than a puppet, he has no opinions of his own at all, and has been locked up for a long time, does not communicate with people, and basically has no social skills. The old man explained.

Fang Tianyou listened to this conversation, and only then did he think that although Elder Fan said it lightly, what kind of careful cultivation he had cultivated, it turned out that he was still using the witchcraft that destroyed human nature!

"Elder Fan, this little witch is really a talent that can be created. With such a witch body, why worry about my witch sect not being prosperous. It's just that Elder Fan just said that he wants him to worship all of us as teachers, this ......," the Ghost Witch Sect Master asked.

"Although Xiao Wu is now in the late congenital realm. But everyone must know the flaws of the witch body. In the process of cultivating the body of the witch Gu, it is inevitable that the soul power will be damaged. Therefore, I would like to take advantage of this opportunity for all the sages of the Witch Sect to gather together to carry out the Witch Gate Sacrifice, and respectfully invite the Witch God to bless the little witch, and at the same time, under the witness of the Witch God, let the little witch worship you as a teacher. Elder Fan said.

"Please bless the witch god!" As soon as Elder Fan said this, all the sect masters on the stage were full of surprise. The older people in the audience were also shocked.

"What Witch Gate Sacrifice?"

"Although my witch sect has asked the god to say, no one dares to say that the witch god is invited to perform the blessing ceremony. The disciples of the younger generation of Wumen were even more puzzled.

"I've never seen this either. It's just that I've heard of a certain witch king's coronation, and I asked the witch god to appear. It is said that once you are blessed by the witch god, you can have the great wisdom of the witch god, you will be loyal to the witch gate for a while, and you can also stimulate the potential in the body, and you will get twice the result with half the effort by practicing any witch gate skill. The old Wumen disciple just now said again.

"Ah, I've heard Master mention it, but at the time I thought it was just Master using the story of the witch god's manifestation to teach us to be diligent in order to gain the favor of the witch god. I didn't expect that there would really be such a thing as a witch god's blessing?" the witch disciple next to him said in surprise.

In the ring, Elder Fan probed everyone's expressions and continued to persuade: "After the blessing of the witch god, Xiao Wu's broken soul power can be made up, and with the witness of the witch god, everyone should believe that Xiao Wu will not dare to disobey the will of all factions of my witch sect in the future, and will only carry forward my witch sect with all his heart!"

"This ......" The faces of the door masters on the stage were complicated, and they were all a little hesitant.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I know that the Great Witch Gate Sacrifice, and inviting the Witch God will make everyone lose something. But we are already old, even if we cherish this old bone again, can we live for a few more years? Furthermore, if Xiao Wu can be blessed by the witch god, cultivate supernatural powers, and casually refine a few divine pills at that time, it will be enough to compensate for our consumption today. I dare to fight this old bone, what else do you dare not do!" Elder Fan persuaded emotionally.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our Supreme Elder has spent a lot of effort in cultivating Xiao Wu over the years. I, the Dark Witch Sect, can make such a sacrifice for the Witch Sect and share the body of the Witch Gu with you, what are you hesitating about. The old man, who had been sitting on the side and had not spoken, and who was somewhat similar to Elder Fan, was the first to respond.

"Elder Fan and Master Fan said the same. If the Dark Witch Gate can do this, maybe we should also give it a go. Our witchcraft is now declining more and more. If there is no more great power, I am afraid that I will have less and less status in the cultivation world in the future. "It was the ghost and witch master who was the first to respond.

Fang Tianyou also guessed from his words that the one who looked a little similar to Elder Fan was none other than Fan Baichuan, the master of the Black Witch Sect. He finally couldn't sit still at the critical moment and began to help his great-grandfather speak.

"Actually, there are so many of us, and the Wumen Great Sacrifice can't consume much life essence blood. The Blood Witch Sect Master and others also chimed in.

"Okay, since all the factions have agreed, then we should hold the Wumen Festival sooner rather than later. Elder Fan said happily when he saw this.

"It's better sooner rather than later. The door masters chimed in.

"Come on, set up the offering table, put on the incense case, and prepare for the Wumen Festival!" Fan Baichuan shouted at the temple.

"Yes, Door Master!" someone inside answered, and then someone from the Black Witch Gate brought out a altar table and put an incense table, and someone carried out a huge, dark and secluded tripod and placed it at the door of the temple.

Then, from the stone house opposite the temple, cattle, sheep, pigs, and other livestock were brought out. Led them to the front and back of the temple, and killed and cut off their heads again, putting blood into the ding, and the smell of blood hit the nose for a while.

The people of the Wumen seemed to be stimulated, and their eyes shot out of excitement. Fang Tianyou noticed that after those people had processed the blood, they placed the heads of these livestock around the temple.

The heads of those animals, some with their eyes closed, and some of them, without blinking their eyes, just stared at the humans in front of them, adding a bit of weirdness to the upcoming sacrifice.

After everything was ready, Elder Fan came to the temple and burned incense and prayed for something. The masters of each sect also gathered their disciples together, alternating the precautions in the sacrifice.

Fang Tianyou originally wanted to sneak away, because he didn't belong to any witch sect at all, even if he barely knew the poison witch skills, but the sect master of the Poison Witch Sect was not familiar with the disciples he brought, and it was impossible to impersonate.

Fortunately, Fang Tianyou later found that in addition to the regular disciples of the Wumen sect, there were many invitees who had no sect and no sect. Although they also practiced witchcraft, they did not go to any specific sect. Fang Tianyou happened to be standing with them, anyway, these people came from different countries and regions, and they didn't know anyone in the first place.

Soon, a drum was heard in the temple, and all the Wumen disciples followed their own sect masters and other elders and came to the front of Dading. Fang Tianyou was a little jealous of Elder Fan, so he hung far behind, not daring to get too close.

The witch sect has been sacrificial, especially after being taught by the elders, everyone is even more careless. Although there were two or three hundred people gathered in the square, there was no noise.

"Knock, knock" three more drums, and four strangely dressed old witches came out of the temple, holding two iron rod-like instruments, and chanting something in their mouths while rhythmically tapping.

Immediately, Elder Fan also began to chant. Although Fang Tianyou couldn't understand the content, he could also hear that Elder Fan and the four old witches were reading the same thing.

Immediately afterwards, the sect masters, as well as the disciples of various sects, also read aloud. It seemed that they were very familiar with the content of the chant, and for a moment it was like a chorus, and the voices of the people spread throughout the square.

Fang Tianyou knew that they should be chanting something like a witch spell, and they were summoning something through a spell.

Fang Tianyou didn't know what they were reading, but it was inconvenient to expose it, so he also imitated their mouths opening and closing, but they didn't make a sound, and it was difficult for others to find flaws.

After the four old witches recited it, Elder Fan began to recite it as he walked towards the Great Black Ding. When he walked to the Great Black Ding, Elder Fan cut his fingers and squeezed out a few drops of blood into it.

Immediately, the masters of the sect also chanted the witch mantra, and then followed to the front of the big black ding, and squeezed out a few drops of blood in turn. You must know that these old men are already exhausted in qi and blood, and if they want to squeeze out their essence and blood, they simply want half a life, no wonder they hesitated before. But now that it had come to this, they had to squeeze a few drops into it.

After the master of the sect donated blood, the next Wumen disciples also stepped forward one by one, drawing a scoop of gourd painting and dripping blood into the big black ding. Fang Tianyou didn't want to waste his essence and blood for this ceremony, so he secretly dipped some blood from the slaughter of livestock just now and hid it while people were not paying attention, and when he walked to the big black ding, he pretended to cut his finger and drip the blood of the animal.

After everyone had squeezed out the blood, they still sat quietly in the same formation as before, silently chanting witch spells. The voices of everyone chanting became more and more unison, and louder, and a creepy atmosphere spread through the square, and all the birds and insects flying nearby began to disperse, and the whole hilltop was silent, except for the sound of people chanting witch spells.

Fang Tianyou felt a cohesive force from them, knowing that if these people often chanted mantras together like this, even if they didn't necessarily enhance their own cultivation, their sense of belonging and loyalty to the Wumen would still be stronger, no wonder the Wumen could always maintain their faith, which was of course related to the fact that they often chanted mantras like this.

The more they recited the spell, the more solemn and pious their faces became. Fang Tianyou felt that there was gradually an invisible consciousness full of bewitchment that wanted to affect his soul power, and secretly said, this witch spell really has some doorways, and he didn't care about it at the moment, and hurriedly used his divine consciousness to stick to his mind.

I had been chanting for about half an hour, only to hear a faint light suddenly emanating from the temple, as if there was an oil lamp, which lit on for a moment and then went out again. Immediately, a quaint, tyrannical, and domineering aura rose from inside the temple.