Wang Jun was also shocked, in their eyes, what can be related to the ancient times is definitely not a simple thing, such as the originators of the four zombies. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wang Jun has also heard of this ancient witch god, and he never thought that it would be like this.

In terms of relationship, the Nanban Wu Clan and the Miao Jiang Holy Clan are both descendants of the ancient witch gods. Wang Jun also heard his father say that his aunt is the descendant of Tianwu.

And the Heavenly Witch is the direct line of the Witch God...

Wang Jun also looked at his sister, Wang Keke chuckled, but the smile was slightly bitter. She said softly: "The ancient witch god Ghost Tianluo is the ancestor of all witch clans. ”

"Now there are only the Nanban Wu Clan and the Miao Jiang Holy Clan who remain in Huaxia, presumably..."

Wang Jun didn't finish speaking, so Wang Keke nodded.

Wang Jun also pondered for a moment and said, "Sister, do you know the origin of the ancient witch god?"

"I know, it's just a legend, whether it's true or not, maybe only those who have survived antiquity know. Wang Jun also sighed, glanced at the ghost master, and said softly: "Sister, can you tell me about the origin of the ancient witch god?"

Wang Keke nodded, and then said softly: "The ancient witch god, who was originally a brother and sister of the witch clan, entered Middle-earth in order to strengthen the witch clan, and was bullied because of his sister's beauty, and his brother became ugly due to too much poisoning.

The two of them made a wish in the wish pool in order to gain power, thus obtaining the power of the Nine Shadows, however, gaining power also comes at a price, and from then on, the two must be back to back and not be allowed to meet. ”

"Shhhh

Wang Jun also gasped, the power of the Nine Shadows, no wonder the hands and feet of the ghost master could reach into the underworld. The power of the underworld comes from the Nine Shadows.

However, except for one eye, the ghost master man's face is not ugly. Naturally, except for three eyes, the female side is not beautiful. Are they the ancient witch gods?

Wang Jun also looked at his sister and poured out the doubts in his heart, "Sister, are they ancient witches, gods, and ghosts?"

"I'm not sure, but their features really resemble those of the ancient witch god Ghost Tianluo. Back in the days of the ancient gods and demons, there were people from the witch clan in the camp of Chiyou and the Yellow Emperor.

The people of the witch clan on both sides are the clansmen of the witch god. The witch god has gained the powerful power of the Nine Shadows and is worshiped as a witch god by the witch clan. But they didn't want to hurt the people of the Wu clan, so they didn't participate in the Great War of the Ancient Gods and Demons.

After each battle, they would appear and bring the corpses of their people back to the Wu for burial. Hearing this, Wang Jun also said: "Sister, according to what you say, no one knows how advanced the cultivation of the witch god is?"

"Well, that's true, since the witch god gained the power of the Nine Shadows, he has taken it as his mission to protect the witch clan. Unless it is a foreign enemy who invades the Wu Clan, otherwise, the Wu God will not attack. ”

"And did they make a move?"

"Yes..."

"Who have you fought with?" Wang Keke said softly: "Houqing and Yinggou..."

"How did it end?"

"Hou Qing and Ying Gou were defeated. Wang Jun also nodded and looked at the ghost master, in this way, he also had a bottom in his heart about the ghost master's cultivation. The cultivation of Hou Qing and Ying Gou is very high.

But it is still slightly weaker than the generals, and the generals were also ambushed by the masters of the Xuanmen. In this way, they are not without a chance of winning.

Although he didn't know the depth of his Uncle Bao's cultivation, he thought that he would definitely not be lower than Hou Qing and Ying Gou. Coupled with his sister, a master of cultivation at the Holy Throne, it should be enough to deal with the ghost master.

It's mainly a middle-aged man and four ghost kings...

If the baby and Wang Keke are restrained by the ghost master, Wang Jun will also have to face the middle-aged man and the four ghost kings, which is simply his life.

"Uncle Bao, Uncle Bao..."

Wang Junyi shouted softly twice, and the baby snorted at the ghost master, flashed to Wang Junyi's shoulder, and whispered, "Xiao Junyi, what's the matter?"

"Uncle Bao, can you see the ghost master's cultivation?"

The baby's eyes rolled, "Do you want to listen to the truth?"

Wang Junyi rolled his eyes, "Nonsense, of course you have to listen to the truth." ”

"To tell you the truth, I can't see the depth of the ghost master's cultivation, and there are two reasons for this. ”

"What is the reason?"

"First, his cultivation is higher than mine, and second, he has a secret method of concealing his cultivation. Wang Junyi nodded and asked, "Then what do you think is the reason?"

The baby coughed lightly, "Xiao Junyi, it's not Uncle Bao who hit you, I think it's the first reason." ”

"Uncle Bao, you can't be scared, right?"

"En..." The baby nodded vigorously, Wang Jun also took a deep breath, swept around the people who fell to the ground, and said softly: "Uncle Bao, no matter how high the ghost master's cultivation is, we must fight."

More than 200 people, no accident can happen. ”

"Xiao Junyi, you are giving you Uncle Bao and me a problem. Wang Jun also did not answer the baby's words, but asked rhetorically: "Uncle Bao, do you think that when my father encounters this kind of thing, he will ignore more than 200 people because of the opponent's cultivation?"

"No, it won't. The baby replied firmly.

"That's right, since I'm his son, how can I lose his face, today, even if I try my best, I have to take these people out of here. The baby nodded with satisfaction and patted Wang Junyi's shoulder, "Xiao Junyi, it's good, Uncle Bao supports you." ”

Wang Junyi smiled and pouted at the ghost master, "Uncle Bao, what is the ghost master thinking now?"

"Hehe, he can't see through my cultivation, and he doesn't dare to do it easily. The baby stretched out his little hand and touched his little bald head, and said with a smile.

Hearing this, Wang Jun's eyes lit up, and he said slowly: "Uncle Bao, then..."

"Do it!"

As soon as the words fell, the baby's body appeared directly in front of the ghost master and used the baby punch. Seeing this scene, Wang Jun also shouted: "Sister, Uncle Bao deals with the ghost master, and you and I will stop the middle-aged man and the four ghost kings." ”

"Little brother, can you do it?"

"Sister, you have to fight whether you can do it or not. ”

"Okay, then you take care of yourself. Wang Jun also nodded, pulled out the ghost slashing knife, and stopped the ghost king with seven star steps. The two ghost kings grinned, "Little Taoist, you don't take us too seriously, do you?"

Wang Jun also didn't answer, the ghost slashing blade slashed through the palm of his hand, and there was a sucking sound from the ghost slashing knife.

Half a minute later, the Demon Slayer had sucked enough blood, flashing a stunning red light. Wang Jun also raised his head and grinned at the two ghost kings, and rushed forward with an arrow step.

The two ghost kings didn't put Wang Jun in their eyes at all, and the ghost claws slowly poked out and pinched the blade of the ghost slashing knife. Wang Jun also shook his wrist, and with a twist of the ghost slashing blade, he shook the ghost king's ghost claws, and the ghost slashing knife swept out.

Bang...

The ghost king's ghost claws smashed on the ghost slashing knife, and the powerful force shook Wang Junyi back more than ten steps, and supported the ghost slashing knife on the ground before he stabilized his figure.

staring at the ghost king with solemn eyes, the ghost king is worthy of being the ghost king, and his strength is really strong.

The Ghost King didn't take Wang Jun to heart, and his eyes looked at the fierce battle in mid-air from time to time. The baby and the ghost master are inseparable, and the strong wind of spiritual power is like a wave, swinging one after another.

If it wasn't high enough, the people below would have been torn apart by the strong wind. Wang Jun also thought about it, took out the burning stick and threw it out, "Uncle Bao, take the sword..."