In a hurry, Jiang Ning ran the Dao Sect, drawing circles with his hands on his chest, instantly condensing the 'Ming King Seal', no matter what, he couldn't take a step back.

Pushed out before the blood attack arrived, all he could hope for was that Old Man Jin and his eldest brother would be able to come over as soon as possible.

However, just as the bloody man's fist reached the seal of the Ming king, a plain hand stretched out from behind him, quickly and lightly pointed at the bloody man's forehead, and in the blink of an eye, the bloody man turned into a ball of blood like a bone cramp, and spread it on the ground.

Jiang Ning accepted the seal of King Ming and turned to look at Wu Zhimeng.

Wu Zhimeng raised his fingers to scribble in the air, and there were blood stains flowing out of his fingertips, staying in the air and gathering but not dispersing, and finally forming a pattern, and then gently flicked, his fingers carried the pattern and deftly pasted it to the bloody man behind him, as just now, the bloody man dissipated instantly, and so returned to the reciprocating, and all the bloody people in the courtyard were dissolved, leaving a pool of blood.

"What is this?" Jiang Ning asked in surprise.

The pattern drawn by Wu Zhimeng was something he had seen before, and it was very similar to the mysterious pattern under the coffin of the Human Emperor on the top of the Ten Thousand Medicine Mountain.

"Charms. Wu Zhimeng said simply.

Because she had spent too much divine sense, her face was a little pale.

Jiang Ning's brain spun rapidly, and there were no two words in what he knew and learned.

Wu Zhimeng looked at Jiang Ning, who had a blank face, and explained: "This is a kind of witch secret art, which has been handed down from the Ice Age to the present, and it is rarely seen outside. ”

Jiang Ning was just about to continue to ask for the details of the spell, when he heard Xiao Hei's cry from outside the tree house, and then the courtyard door was pushed open, and Jin Ze and the others all walked in.

Mei Da Mei pulled him aside, looked him up and down carefully, and looked him up and down carefully to see if he was injured.

Yuwen Haoming was the most direct, and the 'Frost Blade' in his hand had already reached Wu Zhimeng's neck.

"You can't escape. ”

Wu Zhimeng's face was pale, and he didn't pay attention to Jiang Ning at all, but looked down at the blood stains on the ground, took out a white handkerchief from his arms, squatted down to wipe the pool of blood clean, and finally silently put away the handkerchief that was completely infected with blood.

Jiang Ning pushed away the two senior brothers, ran to Wu Zhimeng's side, blocked Yuwen Haoming behind him, and said to him: "You misunderstood her, she didn't escape." ”

Jin Ze said in a cold voice: "In addition to the necromancers and blood spirits here, there must be other evil spirit cultists here, and you are the only one left in the Wu Clan now, I hope you can cherish your life." ”

Wu Zhimeng nodded and said, "They should be in the ancestral hall, the entire Wushan, there should be only that place that can attract them." ”

Kanazawa said: "Lead the way, don't act alone next time, be careful of these blood golems, and don't let them touch your skin." ”

Wu Zhimeng glanced back at the courtyard, and reluctantly walked out of the tree house with his little hand covering the wood carving in his arms.

Jiang Ning followed, and as he expected, the bloodstains left on the other treehouses around him all stood up, fused with each other, and became very powerful, and when he saw them, he jumped up and jumped over.

At this moment, bright stars appeared around them, and the starlight around them was dense, forming a starlight avenue, and the bloody people were like moths fighting fire, splashing outside the starlight.

Wu Zhimeng looked at this scene, and his dead expression became more restrained, until he became numb.

......

In the deepest part of Wushan, a big tree stands tall, the body of the tree is majestic, like a big mountain, but it is not high, there are black nuts hanging on it, different sizes, the body of the tree has a door along the ground, as if it was hollowed out and built a house from inside, and the word 'ancestral shrine' is written on the door.

In front of the tree stood a large ding, and there was a futon underneath, as if it was used for worship, but now it was filled with blood, and the evil spirit was exposed between the tumbling.

Next to the blood ding, there was a person standing, with a black robe, surrounded by dead air, and there was no half of popularity.

It was the blood spirits that attacked Kanazawa and the dead spirits that were obstructed by the sky bridge.

The necromancer glanced into the distance and said in a muffled voice: "Last time, you and I should have worked together to kill him in Huangqi City, and now something bad will happen." ”

The gloomy voice floated out intermittently between the rolling of the blood tripod: "It's not easy to kill him, you can let him go once and you can release him twice, besides, it's not entirely bad for him to come this time, if it weren't for the guidance of the two of us, he wouldn't have found this place so quickly." Remember, this time our target is not him, we have endured it for hundreds of years, not to be worse than this, but don't lose a big one because of a small one. ”

The black-robed pair of empty eyes stared at the treehouse in front of him: "It's been three days, and she hasn't come out yet, so there won't be any accidents, right?"

A voice came from the blood tripod again: "A hundred-year plan, there is no room for mistakes, and we will act according to the plan." ”

At the same time as the words fell, the blood in Dingzhong tumbled, and then flowed out, flowing to the side, and the deep gaze of the black robe was retracted from afar, and then followed the blood monster away.

......

A moment later, under the leadership of Wu Zhimeng, the Tiandao Sect and his party appeared in front of the ancestral shrine of the Wu clan.

Jiang Huanyu and Qu Xiaomei signaled to each other, walked away one after another, and looked around the ancestral hall.

Wu Zhimeng walked to the futon, knelt down, bowed down very reverently, stood up after nine bows, she raised her hand towards Jiang Ning's face door and grabbed it, and then threw it to the tree, then closed her eyes facing the tree, attached one hand to her chest, and chanted words in her mouth.

Jiang Ning felt that there was something missing in his sea of marrow, but it was harmless, Jin Ze and his eldest brother Jiang Huanyu did not stop him, so he did not make a sound, and everyone also had a tacit understanding to choose to be silent and stand behind Wu Zhimeng.

After a long time, the tree shook wildly, and a black fruit fell between the vibrations, Wu Zhimeng stretched out her hand, and the fruit fell into her hand impartially, and then turned around and walked towards Jiang Ning.

"Here's to you. ”

Jiang Ning was stunned for a moment, and looked back at Jin Ze and Jiang Huanyu.

Jin Ze said: "Stinky boy, take it quickly, your kid has a great chance, the Wu Clan can be inherited to this day, and this witch tree has a lot to do with it, the witch tree is a rare innate spiritual root in the Nine Domains, if the sun tree gave birth to the Jin Crow clan, then this witch tree is the source of the heaven and earth to give birth to the Wu clan." ”

"The witch tree seed is supreme to the witch clan, and after the clan is born, the witch tree will naturally give birth to a seed, which can also be regarded as a companion magic weapon. Just now, the Dream Weaver Girl used a secret method to give birth to a witch tree seed for you, this kind of great opportunity is rare for thousands of years, and it is difficult to find for ten thousand years. ”

Jiang Ning took fruit of the witch tree seed and said to Wu Zhimeng, "Can you give them one too?"

Wu Zhimeng shook his head.

Jin Ze stepped forward and threw his hand to stuff the witch tree seed into Jiang Ning's mouth: "Stinky boy, do you think this thing was picked up on the street? Let's not talk about whether she has the ability to use the second secret method, even if she does, the witch tree probably won't agree." ”

Jiang Ning didn't have time to refuse, the witch tree seed entered his mouth, and the soup spoon instantly went wild, directly incorporating the witch tree seed into the marrow sea, entering the soup spoon, and turning into a mysterious liquid while spinning, merging into the marrow sea.

Jiang Ning's spirit was instantly shocked, and the divine consciousness consumed along the way instantly swelled, climbing step by step, and finally sinking into the twenty-four filial piety diagrams.

All of a sudden, the silent sea of marrow instantly became lively.

Regarding all the things that happened in the sea of marrow, Jiang Ning could only wait and see what happened.

After all the power of the witch tree seeds was absorbed by the soup spoon and transformed into a mysterious liquid and merged into the sea of marrow, it stopped, and the divine consciousness stopped visualizing and returned to the square under the soup spoon.

Jiang Ning opened his eyes, and a dim light came into view, followed by the growing witch tree, the companions around him, and the pale face of Wu Weaving Dream.

"Thank you. Jiang Ning opened his mouth and said to Wu Zhimeng.

She really has a way to heal her eyes. And he made his divine sense a lot stronger.

Kanazawa said: "Stinky boy, you really have to thank the Dream Weaver Girl this time, with this witch tree seed to conceive and nourish the marrow sea, you will definitely be able to gather your divine consciousness in the realm of kings." ”