"Xia Yongjia, pull out the Hantan grass behind me, and I will believe your words. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info," the Witch King laughed.

Xia Yongjia stood up tremblingly, and the ninth sister stood up with her strength and shouted: "Xia Yongjia, you can see who he is!" ”

"He's ......"

"He is Brother Shu, the private slave Brother Shu I saved in Fangyuan! Is he really the Witch King? The ninth sister began to confuse black and white.

"Presumptuous!" The Witch King was furious, and the blood hole in his shoulder suddenly burst out of blood.

The ninth sister is very worried, although the soul is the witch king, but the body is Brother Shu's, if it is destroyed, I am afraid that even Brother Shu will not be able to save it.

"Brother Shu! Wake up, you promised me to insist! The ninth sister shouted loudly.

The Witch King's body tensed again.

The more he gasped, the more he scolded: "You cheap slave, your master has already sold you to me, sold to me!" ”

"Brother Shu! I didn't! I won't sell you, you're not a slave, how can I buy and sell you! The ninth sister shouted.

The Witch King was furious and shouted angrily at Xia Yongjia: "Pull out that damn grass for me!" ”

Xia Yongjia was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously walked forward.

"Can't pass!" It was the second spirit witch who shouted, and he held the sword in his hand and stabbed Xia Yongjia viciously in the abdomen.

"Auntie!" Jun Ci screamed and fell to his knees.

Xia Yongjia's body fell.

A sword from the second spirit witch with all his might, her little witch is not worth mentioning at all.

I didn't even have the strength to struggle, so I just opened my eyes and fell down.

"Bastard, you dare to kill my woman!" The Witch King shouted angrily: "Traitor, traitor! ”

"You betrayed us first!" The second spirit witch drank and died, and all of them died, except for the first spirit witch, and they all died.

The Witch King laughed loudly, "I betrayed you? It's a ridiculous joke! Who am I, who am I, and I need to betray you? Tell them, goddess, who I am! ”

The ninth sister stood firm with her sword and did not speak.

With the fiery eyes of Jun Ci and the second spirit witch, she really couldn't speak.

She has been an atheist in modern society for more than 20 years, and now she really can't say this word if she wants her to say it.

"Why, don't you dare to say? Then let me speak for you. The Witch King laughed and said, "I am your god!" I am your witch god! ”

"Standing in front of you is the witch god you worship day and night, manipulating the rising and setting of the sun and the moon, and the ups and downs of the world!"

"I have given you life, I have given you witch power, I have given you endless glory and wealth, and the wind and rain are smooth, but now I just want you to have a little bit of faith power, is it so difficult!" The Witch King was furious.

Junci's eyes widened wider than a lamp.

Witch God, how can it be a witch god!

The blood-stained sword of the second spirit witch also slipped from his hand, and with a clang, it echoed in the stone cave.

Du Zhen looked up blankly, like a wooden man, motionless.

"What kind of god are you, and to whom have you given favor? All you do is to satisfy your own selfish desires and keep you alive for a long time. The ninth sister sneered.

"Do you dare to say it? Do you dare to say how you calculated the Xia family and how you calculated the nine major families? ”

The Witch King sneered: "Why don't I dare? I calculate the nine major families, calculate the Xia family, it's not because of you, because of the ruthless old thing of the Heavenly Dao, it reincarnated you, you will be the biggest variable in my rule over the world, of course I have to guard against you! ”

The ninth sister looked at him coldly.

"As early as when I established the Witch King's Palace, even if it was a variable for you, that's why I wanted to marry the women of the Xia family as a carving girl, holding them, I wanted you to fall in love with me." The Witch King showed a mouthful of white teeth: "It's a pity that I was injured by Hantan at the last moment, and I was replaced by the daring Xia Yongqing." ”

"That's not right! It's Xia Wenshu, a good one, why did the Lin family kill Xia Wenshu, the real Xia Wenshu. The ninth sister asked with a cold face.

Jun Ci also clenched his sleeves.

It was about the root of the feud between the two of them, and of course she wanted to know.

The Witch King sighed: "It's really worthy of being the daughter of destiny, you guessed it, I did what happened that night, it was I who confused that woman and made her hallucinate, so I killed the baby girl." ”

If he wants to destroy the Xia family, the best way is to start with the carving girl system he established himself.

He also expected that Xia Yongqing would take the concubine to replace the carving girl, and at that time, he would be able to get rid of the Xia family in a straightforward manner.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that Xia Yongqing was so bold that he dared to hit the idea on the goddess.

He didn't want to think about it, with his cheap life, worthy of being a goddaughter's father?

The Witch King was eager to slap Xia Yongqing to death with one palm.

But Xia Yongqing is the bloodline of the Xia family, and the witch decision in his body is similar to that of Hantan Grass, and he was seriously injured.

The witch king endured it, only to find that this seemed to be the so-called destiny.

The goddess became his carving girl.

He was satisfied.

"You admit it? Do you admit it? Jun Ci staggered to his feet: "It was you who designed all this, and it was you who forced Xia Yongqing to be desperate and have the idea of dropping his bag." ”

"Don't put on the appearance of a victim here, Jun Ci, you were originally a humble concubine, but you have been given the grace and power of a goddess, in the final analysis, you are the biggest beneficiary of this whole thing, what qualifications do you have to cry here, huh?" The Witch King sneered.

The side that the four of the nine sisters couldn't see, on his back, the handful of Hantan grass was constantly being consumed and incinerated.

"Stalling for time." Du Zhen's nose moved, and suddenly he was conscious, and he raised his sword and pounced on it.

The Witch King laughed heartily: "The ants shake the tree, and they can't do it themselves!" ”

"Bang!" Du Zhen even bounced out with a sword.

"He's breaking through, how can he still break through!" The second spirit witch fell to her knees in panic.

"I am a god, I am the last god in this world, I am your witch god, I will not die!" The Witch King shouted.

Brother Shu's black hair flew in all directions, and it was automatic without wind, which was really strange.

"Make it up, make it up quickly, the grass is about to melt away!" The second spirit witch anxiously picked up the handful of Hantan grass on the ground, but the ninth sister stepped on his shoulder and jumped up, and a large handful appeared out of thin air in her hand.

The original Hantan grass was planted in her space and grew luxuriantly.

"It's useless, only the bloodline of the Xia family can exert the effect of Hantan Grass, it is you who killed Xia Yongjia yourself! It's yourselves! Hahahaha, no one can stop me from breaking through the Witch King Realm, I want to restore the strength of the gods, and I will return to the strength of the gods! He shouted, and suddenly stretched out his hand, and he could actually volley the power in the body of the second spirit witch and Jun Ci.

The second spirit witch was already seriously injured, and stopped breathing in an instant.

Only Jun Ci still has a little bit of breath, and his strength has fallen to the realm of the spirit priest, which is no longer a cause for concern.

"Can you really break through?" The ninth sister sneered.

At this moment, the Witch King's rampant laughter also came to an abrupt end.

"I, why is it still the Witch King Realm, my god position, the god position!"