Everyone couldn't help but admire and applaud the fantasy performance of the Witch God Clan, looking at the chair and the small table and food in front of them, they called it magical, and they were even more yearning for the special witchcraft of the Witch God Clan. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In this way, the spirits enjoyed the spiritual spring and fine food with satisfaction, while watching the wonderful performance of the tribal town, the performance of the witch god clan will not appear again until the end of the show, after that performance, the witch god clan will begin to choose the master.

It doesn't take much time to choose the master, only a minute or two, if anyone is surrounded by the Witch God Clan's Thorn Crystal Essence powder, it proves that this person has been selected by the Witch God Clan, if this situation does not occur, it means that this season meeting has not been selected, everyone is full of expectations for this, especially after seeing the initial performance of the Wu God Clan, it is even more yearning.

After everyone has eaten and drunk to their heart's content, the performance is also coming to an end, and the final finale performance is about to begin, and the entire Wushen clan will appear to perform.

Soon, the last show in the tribal town withdrew, and then, the field began to flutter and began to rain ice crystal debris, like snowflakes flying, making the whole scene become dreamlike, everyone has drunk and eaten at this time, and the aura in the body has been enough to break through the body, it is really the most comfortable, most comfortable and most enjoyable moment, everyone has stopped eating and drinking, watching the debris in the field fluttering, knowing that it is the witch god clan who is about to play, and immediately staring at the field with bated breath, for fear of missing the most wonderful performance.

The scene was so quiet for a while that it was almost audible, one was that everyone was in order to better watch the performance of the Wushen Clan, for fear of missing a little sound and performance, so they consciously quieted down, on the other hand, this also showed everyone's respect for the Wushen Clan, after all, everyone hopes to be favored by the Wushen Clan, and can be chosen by the Wushen Clan, which can be said to be a very rare thing in the spiritual realm since ancient times.

The scene was silent for a few seconds, and then the debris seemed to be under control, dancing in the field, various forms changed, quickly and vividly, and when the debris danced, the debris became less and less, and then slowly disappeared......

At this time, one by one in the field, they showed human shapes, all wearing large costumes with complicated and strange blue colors, and the light gauze half covered their faces, so they couldn't see their faces clearly, and they could only see a pair of extraordinarily quiet and shining eyes, these were the witch gods.

After the spirits of the Witch God Clan showed their shapes one by one, they counted them carefully, and there were only a dozen spirits, and the group stood in a circle facing each other, and the spacing between each Witch God Clan was the same, and there would be no difference.

At this time, they slowly raised their hands, their palms flew up, and made a few soft and strange movements, and suddenly the Lingquan stem in front of everyone quickly shortened by itself, and they were taken back, and then the half-empty Lingquan equipment also slowly flew up, and slowly flew to the ice in an orderly manner towards the stairs of the distant tribal town, and flew back to the ground of the tribal town, and then the platform where the Lingquan utensils were placed in mid-air also disappeared.

Then the food and small tables in front of everyone also disappeared in an instant, and everyone was looking at the magical changes in front of them in amazement, when they suddenly heard a whisper in their ears: "Please stand up." Everyone suddenly seemed to have been planted, and they quickly stood up very obediently, and together, the chair behind them disappeared instantly.

Just when everyone was surprised, I saw that the witches and gods in the field changed a posture one by one, dancing in the field, the movements were beautiful and peculiar, and under a closer look, you will find that they all follow certain rules and positions in motion, and at the same time, everyone was surprised to find that the ice under their feet began to tremble gently.

As long as you look up, you can find that the ice sculptures in the distance are disappearing rapidly, as more and more ice sculptures disappear, soon the ice sculptures in the distance have disappeared a trace, and the nearby ice sculptures have begun to disappear, as they get closer and closer, the tremor of the ice surface is getting bigger and bigger, like an earthquake.

Those spirits were quite calm about this, maybe they had experienced ground tremors more than once or twice, but as a human being, the Sultan was a little frightened, but fortunately, He, who was next to her, noticed her fear, grabbed her arm, and brought her into the crook of his arm slightly, while comforting her "no need to be afraid", while firmly encircling her in a protective posture, so that she could slowly feel at ease.

It wasn't until all the ice sculptures on the ice disappeared that the shaking stopped, and at this time the ice world was only left with the ice ground under their feet, and everyone not only did not panic or lose at the end of the curtain at this time, but entered a period of excitement, because at this time, the election of the witch god clan officially began, and the moment that everyone was most looking forward to finally came.

I saw that those witch gods stopped moving, slowly turned their bodies and looked up slightly to observe the surrounding spirit groups, everyone was nervous or expectant to hold their breath, quietly waiting, the field was quiet for about two minutes, those witch gods seemed to have finished looking, and there was no more words and superfluous movements, only began to raise their hands again to start the next round of witchcraft.

I saw that after their palms flew for a while, a layer of thick fog quickly rose on the field, which surrounded all the spirits on the ice, and some spirits were a little panicked after being surrounded by such a dense fog, and began to shout to get out of the dense fog, but when he wanted to get out of the thick fog, he suddenly found that he couldn't move at all, and each spirit was tightly wrapped in the thick fog.

While everyone was panicking about the strange fog, they also suddenly realized that it seemed that the Wushen Clan had not yet chosen a master! Is there no success in choosing a master this year? The Witch God Clan still doesn't have a master who can take a fancy to? Only the Sultan, at the moment when the fog rose, suddenly caught a glimpse of a cloud of debris rising around He's body, and in just a moment's effort, he disappeared into the surrounding dense fog, and even the Sultan couldn't tell whether it was a debris or a thick fog, and some suspected that he had seen it wrong, except for the Sultan who was protected by He's arms, it was estimated that no one would see it, the Sultan was startled, but his attention was quickly drawn away by the dense fog that was tightly wrapped, and he didn't think much about the short-lived debris.

The duration of this dense fog is not long, only after a while, the dense fog will gradually disperse, and when the dense fog dissipates, everyone can move freely again, and can see the surrounding scenery clearly, only then was surprised to find that everyone has descended to the ground of the tribal town at this time, and the previous ice surface, the ice world, including the Wushen clan, has long disappeared, not even a trace is left, it seems that those are just everyone's illusions and dreams, as if they have never appeared, and no trace can be found.