"Giggles!"

The sound of laughter echoed, crying like a ghost in the dark space.

A thin old man with missing front teeth was giggling at Chu Wangxian, looking at Chu Wangxian as if looking at delicious food, his eyes were full of hunger and greed.

"Boy, who are you?...... Don't talk about that, listen, do you hear the worms in my stomach?"

After breaking the seal, Chu Wangxian saw an absurd old man with green eyes.

At first glance, it reminded Chu Wangxian of "Smiling Proud Jianghu", who was undefeated by the East and locked the pipa bone, and he was also a little crazy.

The old man's hair was scattered, his belly was bulging, his limbs were locked by black chains, and paw prints were scratched on the rock wall where the chains were fixed.

"The gluttonous worm didn't hear it, but saw a bed bug, your belly is so bulging, is it because you have eaten too many stones? Chu Wangxian said contemptuously, his eyes looking up and down.

"Boy, are you talking to the old man like that?" As soon as the words fell, the old man opened his mouth and rushed towards Chu Wangxian, his white teeth were particularly dazzling in the dark.

Chu Wangxian advanced without retreating, and slapped it with a wave of lightning in his right hand.

"Old fellow, you have such a good appetite, and you are not afraid of breaking your teeth. ”

"Smack!", "Smack!"

With a few crisp slaps in a row, Chu Wangxian's right hand shook like a fan, and he slapped the old man a few times, not politely at all, and directly flew out the old man's teeth.

"I'm the witch Zhu You, you dare to hit me. ”

With a few crisp slaps, Chu Wangxian opened his bow left and right, exerted force with his wrist, and even slapped him with all his strength with his true qi, which was not polite at all.

"I have the immortal body of the Wu clan, and you can't kill me. ”

Chu Wangxian's right hand condensed the thunder light, and blessed the power of the thunder on the palm, becoming more and more fierce again and again.

"Ahh......h Don't hit me, I'm wrong. ”

Chu Wangxian took a heavy step, raised his right palm high, and cast the heavy mountain seal in the Dao Gate, striking out a thousand tons with one palm.

Rumble!

The old man was slapped into the dirt by Chu Wangxian, his whole body was sunk to the ground, and finally screamed for mercy. Even if he has an immortal body, his whole body has been photographed into a puddle of mud, and it is not easy to recover.

Chu Wangxian looked indifferently, this old man, like the Ten Witches of Lingshan, had devoured the fruit of the immortal tree, and he was not so easy to die.

"What a ruthless young man, do you want my sister to help you. ”

There was another giggling sound from the top of his head, and another old witch was chained above his head, looking down at Chu Wangxian beating someone.

"Old woman, where is the Witch King?" Chu Wangxian raised his hand and asked.

"Call me sister and I'll tell you. "The old woman is also a little crazy, and when she is old, she still makes people call him sister.

It's a strange place.

"Stop fighting. The old man interjected with a feeble wail, and pointed to the dark depths with his right hand, "The Witch King is inside." ”

Chu Wangxian pulled his right hand, pulled the ragged old man out of the ground, and threw it on the ground casually, like throwing garbage, stepping into the darkness.

After a moment, a grumbling was heard in the darkness.

"Old woman, why don't you help me. The old man's body writhed, straightening his folded limbs, and picking up the flying teeth, and putting them in his upper and lower jaws.

Such a strange scene can't help but make people wonder if this old man is alive.

"Zhu You, the people who can enter here, which one is not more ruthless than you, you don't have any eyesight, you deserve to be beaten. ”

"How did he get in, could it be that the Buddha Gate let him in so easily. The old man shook his head.

In the treasure well of the flesh, there are Buddhist monks of the past dynasties, who have turned into bodhisattvas in the flesh to guard here, if they can escape, they will flee long ago.

"Don't you notice. ”

"Sense what?" the old man picked at his head.

"Evil spirit! I guess those monks outside may have been killed by him. ”

The old man's eyes froze, showing more seriousness than ever before. His playful expression was even more restrained, looking into the depths of the darkness, his hands trembling slightly.

The old woman disappeared into the darkness, her eyes were like bright stars, full of seduction, if she was young, this old woman was definitely a beauty.

"We, the Wu Clan, have been locked up here for too long, if he can release us, I would rather sacrifice my hue and serve with my body!"

"All right, old woman, look at yourself now, your hair is gray. Even if you recommend a pillow seat, it's scary. ”

"Once the spring is all over the red and old, the city will go with the dream in a blink of an eye. A sigh, almost inaudible.

In the darkness, Chu Wangxian walked slowly.

There are a lot of stories about witches recorded in the history books, witches can communicate with ghosts and gods, and can mobilize the power of ghosts and gods to eliminate disasters and get rich for people, such as séance, prophecy, prayer for rain, healing and so on.

Chu Wangxian knew that the Wu clan was not only like this, but the famous demon clan was created by the Wu clan.

Wu is a descendant of Emperor Jun of Dongfeng, and his power has spread all over Kyushu in China, and he is famous in the history books.

Not to mention the ten witches of Lingshan, at the time of Yin Shang, the Wu clan once overrode the royal power.

However, after the rise of Taoism and Buddhism, the existence of witches seems to have gradually disappeared from history, and only sporadic records still prove its existence.

Its final glory is the witch curse of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.

Chu Wangxian naturally knew the reason.

In ancient times, the five tribes of the Wind Clan fought among themselves, the West Wind One left Huaxia to avoid disaster, the North Wind one Nuwa was killed, and the next target was Emperor Jun of the East Wind One.

As Emperor Jun and the Ten Witches of Lingshan were successively sealed by Chu Wangxian's means, the remaining Wu clan lost their backbone, like duckweed in the water, and with the rise of Daomen and Buddhism, they were wiped out.

Maybe the Wu clan has slipped through the net, but as a faction, the existence of Wu has completely disappeared in the long river of history.

There are Taoist temples, Buddhist temples, demon mountains, ghost cities in Xudu, Nuwa Temple, Fuxi Temple, but there is no witch temple.

At the time of the Yin Dynasty, the witch who could even influence the political situation has now completely disappeared.

Only the dead people in the dead man's pit in the Yin Ruins in the museum prove that the methods of witches are terrifying.

Seriously calculated, the Wu clan of Emperor Dongfeng is also the enemy of Chu Wangxian, not only has there been fierce battles in history, but in this life, they are even more enemies with each other, and they curse each other when they meet.

But yesterday it was an enemy, today it may be a friend.

The Emperor Jun clan has been weakened to the extreme, and now if they are released, they can turn into a fierce vicious dog and bite the Taishang Laojun and the Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

Chu Wangxian thought so and did the same.

Along the way, he saw many people chained, even the Ancient Beasts, and finally met the Witch King at the end.

The Witch King is a descendant of Wu Xian, one of the ten witches of Lingshan.

Named Zhu Hong!

Shengxue in white is a classical beauty, holding on a stone platform, with a loose shoulder-length white skirt that covers the chains well. But the long detention has made her face perverted pale.

"Zhu Hong!"

Being called by Chu Wangxian by his name made Zhu Hong's body shocked. Although he didn't know Chu Wangxian, there was Zhu Hong's memory in Chu Wangxian's previous life.

This woman was the last witch king, but was defeated by the Taoist and Buddhist sects, and since then the witch clan has completely disappeared from the history books.

Chu Wangxian's long sword stirred, and a sword cut the chains, looking at it with a smile.

"The monk in the flesh treasure well has been killed by me, and at the same time, the 10,000-character seal has been broken by me, and you witch clan can go. ”

Zhu Hong's face changed greatly, she couldn't believe that the flesh bodhisattvas of the flesh treasure well had been killed, and someone actually released their witch clan.

"Who the hell are you?"

Chu Wangxian's eyes were indifferent, "You are not qualified to ask me who I am, help me pass a word to Wu Xian, I, Chu Wangxian, am willing to help Di Jun resurrect." ”