Chapter Seventy-Five: Assassination of the Witch God

The three scouts reported one after another, which made Xiao Tengge's complexion change drastically, his eyes bloomed with monstrous blood, and he was distressed, this is tens of thousands of elite soldiers!

Looking at the map, he found that these places were all located in the middle of Wujun.

Could it be the garrison of the imperial court?

No way!

Xiao Tengge shook his head secretly, and took the lead in ruling out this possibility, as a former general, he knew the strength of the imperial court, the Praetorian Guard was pinned, and if he did not transfer the right general of Qin County, he was no longer able to organize a large-scale battle.

Then, all that remains......

"Come on, go and invite the green snake!"

Xiao Tengge spoke coldly, hoarse and low.

Standing outside the door, the soldiers on duty clenched their fists, showed their skills, shuttled through the building pavilions, and after a few minutes, entered a luxurious courtyard.

Half an hour later, the courtyard gate opened, and the green snake was dressed in green clothes, holding a jeweled sword, leading six subordinates to walk slowly along the pavilion corridor.

Power swells people!

Since taking over the position of the Qing envoy and taking charge of the branch of the Seven-colored Flower Chu Kingdom, his whole person has become arrogant, and the pomp and circumstance of going out has become bigger, and he has become more unsightly.

Staying at the time of escaping some time ago, if Xiao Tengge summoned him, he didn't say a word, and ran away, for fear that he would be half a step too late and prolong his life.

"General Xiao, is there something wrong?"

When Xiao Tengge waited impatiently, the green snake entered the main hall, arched his hand slightly, and said with a smile.

After speaking, he consciously sat down in a chair with a casual attitude, as if he were in his own home.

"Has something big happened in Wujun recently?"

Xiao Tengge's brows furrowed slightly, the attitude of the green snake was really a bit arrogant, a half-step Saint Realm martial artist, without his consent, actually sat down directly.

If it were the rest of the people, he would have slapped him earlier and taught him to be a good man.

But thinking that the green snake was the head of the seven-colored flower Chu State branch, he took a deep breath and endured it!

In terms of intelligence, it is still the seven-colored flower that is the strongest.

"No, everything is fine!"

The green snake's eyes flickered, and he said casually.

He has not yet started the reconstruction of the seven-colored flower, and the stronghold of the seven-colored flower in Wujun has long been served by the king of Chu, so he doesn't know the news of Wujun at all.

"The army of 40,000 was lost in the middle of Wujun last night. ”

Xiao Tengge said in a cold voice, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and his face was cold.

"What? All 40,000 troops were killed overnight?"

Green Snake's eyes widened, and he asked in disbelief.

He is still very clear about the strength of the Xiao army, all of them are composed of martial artists, although most of them are martial artists below the third grade, but their combat effectiveness is still extremely terrifying.

But in any case, I never imagined that it would be wiped out.

"Ben will suspect that the Demon Sect has made a move!"

Looking at the green snake's expression, Xiao Tengge also believed that he was not lying, and said in a deep voice.

The green snake was silent, and his heart palpitated.

It is no exaggeration to say that the top combat power of the Seven-Colored Flower Chu State Branch was all lost in the hands of the Demon Sect.

He was able to become the head of the Chu State Branch thanks to the help of the Demon Sect.

............

"Right Protector, last night the Xiao clan sent four armies to attack the central part of Wujun, I have led my troops to exterminate, I don't know when to counterattack?"

In a small city in the middle of Wujun, Zuo Protector sat quietly in the study, his face expressionless, and in front of him, four figures stood with their faces bowed, their faces anxious.

These four people are Ghost One, Ghost Two, and two elders.

At this time, the ghost stood in front of him and said respectfully, and the gray ghost aura was pervasive, making people shudder.

"The sect leader has an order, let us occupy Wujun as soon as possible, break through the barriers of the three armies, and connect them into one, but Ben Hufa didn't expect that the Xiao clan did not attack Danyang City, but attacked Wujun. ”

"However, after the birth of the Thirty-six Peaks of the Demon Sect, I wrote a letter to explain the situation in Wujun, and in two days at most, the Left Protector will bring someone to help. ”

The right protector's face was cold, and he spoke calmly, but the tone of his voice was tinged with an eternal chill.

His eyes were red, the wind and clouds were agitated, and the endless evil aura was permeating, and the murderous aura broke out of his body.

In an instant, the four people in the room suddenly shivered, as if they were in an Arctic glacier, next to the 10,000-year-old ice, cold to the bone marrow.

"Two days later, the counterattack will begin!"

............

Wushan.

Compared with the past, the Xianmen Holy Land at this time lacked a trace of ethereal aura, and the sky above the clouds was filled with a faint aura, which was the aura permeated by many disciples who had retreated from the battlefield.

"The powerhouse of the Wumen is really confident!"

A phantom figure shuttled through the clouds, and in a few breaths, he climbed to the top of Wushan, looking at the lax defense system, and his red eyes showed disdain.

The one who came was none other than the Fire Demon King.

After receiving the order, she didn't say a word, and set off for Wumen.

Breaking through the realm of Liehou and sensing the infinite energy in her body, she has an itchy forehand and wants to fight with the powerhouses of the same realm.

War.

No fighting, no warriors.

"The place where the witch god heals should be the back mountain. ”

Suspended in the void, the fire ghost king's divine thoughts swept through, and he found that the back mountain revealed a terrifying, vast aura, but it was a little vain, it should be in the injured eyes.

The figure flickered, and a few sparks appeared in the void.

The blazing heat instantly evaporated the surrounding clouds, revealing a hole.

However, the vigilant elder did not find out, he naively thought that there was no one in the Wild Continent who dared to spread wild in Wumen.

Back mountain, dense jungle.

After the retreat of the witch gods, it became a forbidden place for no one to enter, not even mosquitoes.

The forest, except for the sound of swaying leaves, is quiet.

In the center of the mountain, terrifying energy fluctuations were permeated, and thousand-year-old medicinal herbs were placed around, steaming with a trace of green aura, with extremely strong life force and healing power, rushing into the body of the witch god.

As he absorbed a large amount of aura, the witch god's pale complexion, slightly ruddy, and vain aura also became long.

"Who?"

Suddenly, the witch god opened his eyes and let out a loud shout.

The sound wave spreads, sweeping towards the surrounding dense forest, as if blowing a strong wind, flying sand and stones, and the ancient trees within dozens of zhang burst open, and the flying ash is annihilated, only pieces of fallen leaves fly.

His gaze, with boundless murderous aura, vigilantly watched the void around him.

After a few breaths, the void was still quiet.

"Is it wrong?"

The witch god groaned, his face full of suspicion, and after making sure that no one was coming, he closed his eyes slightly.

Damn it.

That old guy in Xiongju is too ruthless.

The labor pain in his chest made it difficult for him to breathe, and he broke his muscles and bones for a hundred days, and this is not true for a martial artist.

"Whew!"

Just as he closed his eyes, a white flame appeared in the void dozens of feet away, and countless ghosts and phantoms wailed, or fear, or joy, or sin!

Hellfire!

This kind of hell-generated, soul-specific flame, couldn't be better for sneak attacks.

With a long tail of fire, the hellfire floated towards the witch god without making any movement.

It's quiet.

With death, with destruction, with killing......