The witch god didn't speak for a moment, and she didn't expect this humble old man to be so difficult.

Feng An looked around: "Look at us people, the old and the weak, and now they have to wave the butcher knife in their hands to the fetus, what hope can we talk about in such a country?"

"I've also seen the demon fetus back then, if it's evil or evil, it's not as good as anyone present! There are corpses all over the ground, the blood has not dried yet, look at the blood on your hands!"

The crowd fell silent for a moment, and the presence of the witch god drove them into a frenzy, never thinking about right or wrong, and taking everything for granted. At this time, hearing Feng An's reprimand, there was a rare confusion in his eyes.

"People are divided into three, six and nine, things are slow and urgent, how can the common people compete with the king. Ignorant people, let you die now."

Suddenly, countless young figures appeared behind the witch god in the air, both men and women, all of them were radiant and in their prime.

"This is the future of Changning!", the witch god said loudly, "In the hall behind you, more than 10,000 sparks of hope have been carefully cultivated by this god, and they are about to complete their transformation and become the light of hope of Changning. Their descendants will become the most outstanding elites in this continent, and Changning will finally realize its former glory!"

When they saw those new forces full of vitality, the people who were still confused just now immediately burst out into the hottest cheers: "Long live the witch god! Long live the witch god!"

It's all worth it, the greatness of the witch gods can no longer be questioned, and they certainly did nothing wrong, even if it was murder.

Wu Myth turned around: "But what you have done has disappointed me, and it has also cast a shadow on Changning's future."

"Kill him, kill him!"

People directed their anger at Feng An, ashamed that Fang had just been bewitched by him.

Then Gongsun Jiu appeared on the side of the witch god, his expression solemn and solemn, and he looked like a fairy wind bone. Suddenly, his palms pushed forward, and the golden light of his palms continued to sprinkle towards the group of young people, and the crowd in the air was bathed in golden light, like immortals.

"Princes and generals, their fate is determined, how can they be compared with mortals. King Yong sacrificed himself for others, endured humiliation and burdens only to achieve the blessings of future generations, his merits alone can be worth tens of millions of people, compared with the 20,000 or 30,000 old and weak soldiers who are greedy for life and afraid of death, who do you think deserves to die more?!"

"Die to the veterans! Die to the veterans!"

Feng An looked at the impassioned crowd, and lost his mind for a moment, could it really be his own mistake? Xiaohua's corpse under his feet had become cold, but his heart was even colder.

It turns out that the veterans should have died a long time ago? He looked at the high witch god and Gongsun Jiu, his cloudy eyes were full of sorrow, perhaps in response to that sentence, mortals are like ants. He threw away the long knife in his hand and walked up to the altar on his own initiative, for this life had become meaningless, as if he were living in vain.

"She's fake", suddenly he remembered what Chu Feiyan said before he disappeared, what if everything about what the witch god said was false? He was startled by his own thoughts, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart, and then he smiled bitterly: I don't know where he went.

"Kill, kill!", the frenetic crowd roared angrily.

The two black-clothed witches followed closely behind the Holy Maiden and said indifferently, "Let's do it!" With a slight push behind him, the dagger glowing with cold light stabbed straight into Sister-in-law Ji's abdomen.

The woman's exclamation drowned out the noise, and the saint closed her eyes.

Suddenly she felt a pair of big hands hugging her behind her, damn it, where was this hand?she glared back at the person in annoyance, but she was a little grateful, the knife didn't go down after all.

The two black-clothed witch envoys had fallen down at some point, and she saw a wooden middle-aged face, and she was suspicious in her heart, but she just felt that those eyes seemed familiar.

Chu Feiyan hugged the holy woman dressed in white tightly: "Is it you?"

When she looked back, Chu Feiyan realized that she had made a mistake, but why was she wearing a crane that was so similar to Ye Xiaoxiao, and she felt the same power of origin.

"Who are you, don't let me go yet", the holy woman said with wide eyes and a slight anger.

Chu Feiyan let go of his hand slightly embarrassed, hearing her speak at this time, coupled with the unique heroism between his eyebrows and eyes, he already knew who she was. I was surprised and happy in my heart, but this was not the time to speak, because a large number of black-clothed witch envoys rushed over around me, and at the same time, the witch god phantom scolded even more.

"Who dares to disturb the altar and blaspheme the Holy Maiden?"

Chu Feiyan looked up to the sky and laughed: "The little witch dares to be presumptuous in front of this king!" With a palm of the void, the phantom in the air disappeared in an instant.

"I am the Holy King of the Nine Heavens, and I can't bear to see you being fooled by the evil gods, so I hereby come!"

He let out a long roar of Dantian True Qi, and the majestic volume soared into the sky, and then he created some ice steam with the help of Xiaoice. Suddenly, the surroundings were like a fairy aura lingering, and the awe-inspiring divine power completely shocked the scene, and the old-fashioned and unsmiling face seemed to be more divine majesty.

Everyone, including the black-clothed witch envoy, was stunned, wondering what was going on, how could the great witch god be easily defeated?

It turned out that just now in the southeast corner, Chu Feiyan discovered a hidden cave, and after he sneaked in, he found that the cave extended to the bottom of the altar, and there was a moon-reflecting stone at every bend, which could refract and magnify the human figure.

The so-called witch god used this method to create huge illusions, and those young men and women were just lifelike dolls. Chu Feiyan's palm just now seemed to hit the air, but in fact, it quietly shattered a moon-reflecting stone below.

Originally, after discovering the traces of the witch god, Chu Feiyan planned to catch her immediately, but he accidentally saw the holy maiden, and because her body was very similar to Ye Xiaoxiao, he rushed out in a hurry.

At this time, the witch god and the puppet were still under this altar, and they were already turtles in the urn, because Gangchu Feiyan had already sealed the entrance.

But Chu Feiyan found out through these two days that Changning Kingdom is a country that blindly believes in gods, and if he wants to get them out of the control of the witch god as soon as possible, he can only replace it by incarnating a more powerful god, so there is the current scene.

Those stained with the blood of their companions began to become panicked and shouted, "Lord Witch God, Lord Witch God, please show up!"

Chu Feiyan slashed to the ground with a knife, and snorted coldly: "Your evil god is here!"

I saw a flash of the sword, and a huge hole appeared in the ground, and then the embarrassed figure of the "Witch God" appeared in front of everyone!

It looked like she was just an ordinary woman with a short stature, and her appearance was even a little ugly, but the person who was dressed was clearly a witch god who had shrunk countless times, and she was looking at Chu Feiyan tremblingly at the moment.

"Impossible!", the crowd shouted sharply, unable to accept that the god they had worshipped for thousands of years was like this.