It seems that because the blood mist on the Mijiang River is getting thicker and thicker, the moon in the sky, which was originally as clean as a white jade plate, seems to be dyed with a slight blood red.

On the riverside plain, the heavy cavalry of Chu Land in heavy armor had already rushed into this blood mist first.

And the magnificent king is still moving forward slowly and evenly.

Around this king's chase, six distinct phalanxes were formed, which were surrounding the guards, the most eye-catching of which was a phalanx with shiny bald heads, but full of armored monks, and the other five phalanxes were probably composed of the children of the five great families.

And Mi Xiong, who was dressed in a yellow dragon robe, was no longer sitting lazily at the moment, but sitting upright.

After removing the laziness on his face on weekdays, Mi Xiong has a trace of undoubted majesty on his body, and he is worthy of being the lord of the Southern Regions.

At this time, looking at the blood mist in the distance, there was a dignified look in Mi Xiong's eyes.

After looking at the Mijiang River for a long time, Mi Xiong slowly spoke, and said to himself: "It seems that this time the Black Witch Sect's handwriting is a bit big!"

Gan Yao, who was serving beside him, heard this, but hurriedly said: "Back to the king, look at it like this, the Black Witch Sect should have prepared a lot of blood-eating Gu this time, if the slave maid didn't guess wrong, probably the Black Witch Sect is preparing to sacrifice the legendary witch god this time!"

"Witch God?" Zheng's face showed a look of surprise, "The founder of the Dark Witch Cult is not the Dark Witch King, and what is this Witch God?"

Although he knows that the existence of the Black Witch Sect will have a slight threat, but because they have been hiding in the 100,000 mountains for many years, they are relatively low-key, and they are not a big trouble, so since Mi Xiong succeeded to the throne, he really hasn't paid too much attention to what kind of things the Dark Witch Sect believes in.

However, Mi Xiong naturally knew that his close attendant had studied and practiced witchcraft in detail, so he asked so.

Immediately, Gan Yao explained: "Although the Dark Witch Sect was founded by the original Dark Witch King, the Dark Witch King is only the leader of the Dark Witch Sect. As early as 100,000 years ago, there seemed to be a tribe that believed in the witch god in the 100,000 mountains...... And after the Dark Witch King established the Dark Witch Cult, the entire Dark Witch Cult also believed in the Witch God. ”

"Is that so?" nodded to Mixiong.

Suddenly, Mi Xiong thought for a moment, but directly opened his mouth and ordered: "Listen to the order, go at full speed!" He knew that the so-called god totems in the 100,000 mountains were all some strange powers.

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On the Mijiang River, there is a tall building boat floating and sinking in the river at this moment.

There are big red lanterns hanging on the boat on this building, and when you look at it from a distance, it will make people think that it is a famous singer.

At this moment, on the bow of the ship on this floor, there are two figures standing.

An old man who was bent over and looked slightly rickety, with a withered face but eyes the size of copper bells, was looking at the blood mist in front of him, and his face was full of smiles.

Beside him, there was a graceful woman, this woman wore a white lotus mask on her face, but what attracted her most was the pair of white jade feet, and the shining silver chain on her ankles lined the snow-like jade feet with a different kind of charm.

After looking at the blood mist in front of him for a while, the withered old man stared at his copper bell-like eyes and looked around the woman, and then he said in amazement: "I really didn't expect that the White Lotus Gate, which everyone shouted and beat in the Central World back then, can now call the wind and rain in the Western Regions! Our Lady is really talented!"

"His Royal Highness the Dark Witch King has won the award, your fierce and fearless death, and your death-seeking behavior of sacrificing next to Yingdu is even more admirable in the eyes of the concubine!" Zhao Mingyu's voice was full of ridicule.

And listening to her words, this withered old man is actually the contemporary Dark Witch King Duan Qianming?

Hearing this, Duan Qianming, the old man, showed a meaningful smile on his face at this moment, and said: "Our Lady doesn't have to use words to squeeze the old decay, although the old decay acted this time, although it seems to be reckless, but it is actually a bamboo in the chest!"

"Oh?" Zhao Mingyu said in a noncommittal voice.

Duan Qianming smiled and said, "If everything really goes as the old man expected, maybe the prestige of my Black Witch Sect in this Southern Regions will overshadow your White Lotus Sect in the Western Regions in an instant!"

"Seeing that His Royal Highness the Dark Witch King is so confident, it is not in vain that the concubine has come all the way to come over. Zhao Mingyu let out a chuckle from his mouth, and his tone was still full of disbelief.

Duan Qianming glanced greedily at Zhao Mingyu's body at this moment, and said with a smile: "The old man has been preparing for so many years, and he is finally going to succeed, so naturally it is for the Holy Mother to see with your own eyes, and the old man's efforts are not in vain!"

Hearing this, Zhao Mingyu suddenly felt in his heart: What does this old man mean by this?

"The old man and the Virgin have known each other for thousands of years, but the old man is getting older day by day, but the Virgin Mary is still shining brightly over the years, and she is a little more beautiful than when I first met!" Duan Qianming said with a smile.

Only then did Zhao Mingyu understand: It turns out that this old guy has something to do with the former White Lotus Holy Mother?

So, in order to distance the two, Zhao Mingyu said sarcastically: "Your Royal Highness the Dark Witch King, you better wait until you are successful, and then say these words to your concubine......!" Hmph, it's early!"

"Yes. Duan Qianming was not annoyed, but responded, and then his bronze bell-like eyes looked at the bright moon in the sky again, and his lips were slightly opened, revealing toothless gums, and with his withered face, he smiled like a demon crawling out of hell, "However, if you see the figure of Lord Witch God in a while, you won't not believe that I can win!"

Witch God?

Hearing this, Zhao Mingyu's heart suddenly sudden.

Then, she slowly turned her head, looked at the side of the river, and said lightly: "It seems that there are a lot of flies coming in! Moreover, the Mi Xiong who has the title of the god of the Southern Regions in the back seems to be close too! But what kind of witch god are you, and there is still no shadow! Your Highness the Dark Witch King, are you ready?"

When Duan Qian heard this, his face suddenly showed a trace of disdain, and he said with a smile: "What kind of Southern Regions god elephant is just a group of ordinary people deliberately beautifying, that Mi Xiong is just a fat pig to be slaughtered!"

After that, Duan Qianming took out a white thing from his arms at this moment, like a round jade, and then he began to chant words with a solemn face.

And as the words came out of his mouth, the whole white thing shone brightly, and in an instant, on both sides of the Mijiang River, the blood-red blood-eating Gu hidden in the ground suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

At this moment, the flags planted in the various villages suddenly shook in unison, emitting a strange light.