An old voice came from among the witch clan, and an old man in an ancient witch robe slowly walked out of the black mist.

"High Priest!" the Great Elder of the Wu Clan couldn't help but bow down, and then all the people of the Wu Clan followed and bowed.

"Get up, all of you!" said the high priest of the witch clan.

Bu Fan couldn't help but look at the high priest of the witch clan, the most striking thing was that his shriveled skin was tightly attached to the bones, thin as a skeleton, a few dry hairs fluttered in the wind, and the ancient witch robe was engraved with a mysterious green vein, Bu Fan just glanced at it, and felt that his soul seemed to be sucked away by this strange pattern, but fortunately, the silent Fengshen list in his body shook a little, and stabilized his soul.

Bu Fan didn't dare to look at the witch robe on the high priest's body, and set his eyes on the face of the high priest of the witch clan.

What a bright eye!

Bufan couldn't help but marvel, although the high priest was old, his gaze was like a black hole that had sucked away everything, exuding a mysterious glow.

"Are you so pressed, for the sake of that daughter of yours?" asked the high priest.

"The high priest is not strange, the younger generation also has to do it, my daughter's soul is in the underworld, I hope the high priest will help bring it back. Father Ling had to lower his figure.

After hearing this, Bu Fan couldn't help but smack his lips, and secretly said that this is really an old monster, and he has lived for tens of thousands of years.

At the age of tens of thousands of years, he must know more, Bu Fan wanted to ask him about Shenzhou, but he was suppressed by Father Ling.

"I also know a lot about everything in Shenzhou, and it doesn't do much good for you to know now!" Father Ling said.

"Maybe my cultivation is too weak to understand the secrets!" Bufan thought, but he never gave up.

When Ruoxi's soul returns, Bufan has to ask for clarification no matter what.

"I can't help it!"

Father Ling never expected the high priest to refuse so decisively.

"Senior, I hope to help me for the sake of the same Linzhou clan, and I will never forget each other in the future!"

"Hmph, your Wu clan threatened me to come out to meet you, and now that we have met, and I can't help you, you can leave!" The high priest of the Wu clan did not give Father Ling any face.

"High Priest!" the Great Elder of the Wu Clan suddenly approached the High Priest and whispered.

"That is the young master of Linzhou, born for the birth of heaven and earth!" said the great elder of the Wu clan, pointing at Ruoqiong.

"Heaven and earth were born?" The high priest of the Wu clan was stunned for a moment, his eyes suddenly became like black holes, and he looked directly at Ruoqiong.

Ruoqiong felt that she had been seen through, and her face couldn't help but turn red, and she summoned the remnants of the mother tree in her body, dispelling the high priest's witch origin power.

"I hope the High Priest will help me bring back my sisters!" Ruoqiong also pleaded.

"Really, tens of thousands of years, you were conceived by the second heaven and earth, and you are also the hope of my Linzhou's future!" the high priest muttered to himself.

"Okay, I can help you, but you have to promise me one condition!" said the high priest of the Wu clan to Ruoqiong.

Ruoqiong and Bu Fan Ling's father were both overjoyed, but they didn't expect that the high priest of the Wu clan was still cold-faced a moment ago, but at this time he agreed.

"If my predecessor asks for anything, as long as I can do it, I will do my best!" Ruoqiong said.

"Well, this is not the place, you can come with me!" A layer of witch mist rose around the body of the witch priest again, and flew towards a mountain range in the middle of the witch mountain.

Father Ling also spread six pairs of wings, and took Ruoqiong and Bufan to follow the high priest of the Wu clan.

In the blink of an eye, Bu Fan followed Father Ling to the altar of witches.

I saw that the pitch-black witch altar was engraved with dense blood and dark green veins, intertwined into a strange picture, Bu Fan looked at it for a long time, but after all, he still didn't understand the meaning of the veins.

"This is the forbidden place of the witch clan, and it is the place where the high priest casts spells!" Father Ling's voice was a little excited, as he had reached the peak, he naturally knew the many secrets in Lin Zhou.

The High Priest will have a greater success rate if he casts his sorcery on the altar.

The high priest of the witch clan sat directly in the center of the altar, and then looked at Ruoqiong.

"If you do so, I'll help you channel the soul of this man. The high priest of the Wu Clan, volleyed Ling Ruoxi's body and hung it in front of him.

"Seniors, please speak, if Qiong must keep it in mind!"

The high priest of the witch clan did not speak, and a soul power entered Ruoqiong's mind.

After Ruoqiong heard this, she looked at Bu Fan, and then at the high priest of the Wu clan, her eyes full of determination: "This is absolutely impossible?"

"Do you still want to make the mistakes of your predecessors?" asked the High Priest of the Witch Clan.

"Lianxin is Lianxin, I am me, we won't make their mistakes!" Ruoqiong said.

Bu Fan also vaguely guessed something, everything they said must be related to the Remnant Gu Lianxin, and they naturally had a close relationship with themselves and Ruoqiong.

What the high priest of the Wu clan said to Ruoqiong, Bu Fan had already vaguely guessed.

At this point, it seems that the high priest no longer concealed it.

"Little Friar of Shenzhou, do you still want to hide your identity?" the High Priest said directly to Bufan.

Bu Fan and Father Ling were both stunned, but then they were relieved when they thought of the age of the high priest.

The four pairs of light wings behind Bu Fan fell out of his body and were taken back by Father Ling.

"Junior, Bufan, meet the old-timers!" In the face of such an old antique, Bufan could only be polite to him.

Bu Fan found many monuments in Shenzhou, and some things are not lacking in ancient legends, Nuwa mends the sky, Dayu controls the water, Fengshen Bang, etc., according to these, Bu Fan guessed that he may have traveled to 20,000 years later.

In the previous life, the civilization of ancient China was only 5,000 years old, and after 20,000 years, it has long been a matter of people, but Bu Fan can find clues in this future, and Bu Fan still feels very relieved.

And this old monster who has lived for tens of thousands of years, his predecessor deserves it.

"The little monk from Shenzhou, Shenzhou, is destined to be a chaotic place!" the high priest of the Wu clan stared at Bu Fan, who clearly felt a burst of soul power probing him.

However, there are forty-nine ancient characters and ancient spears to seal the god list, but the high priest of the Wu clan can't see the reality of the coarse Bufan at all.

"The Divine Monk has always been powerful and mysterious, but now that you are just a small monk, you may become a demon of troubled times tomorrow!"

But Bu Fan felt that the high priest of the witch clan was a little funny, I, Bu Fan, was just myself, why did I become the demon of the troubled world.

"Ruoqiong, are you really not going to give up?"

"Never!" Ruoqiong said.

"Evil fate!" the high priest of the Wu clan couldn't help but sigh again, and even Father Ling was confused.

After a long time, the high priest of the Wu clan said quietly.

"Since the young master doesn't promise me, young man, would you like to promise me one thing?" the high priest of the Wu clan suddenly asked Bufan.

"Old-timers, please!" asked Boufan.

"I'm already old, although I can barely open the door of the introduction, but there is a certain risk, I need to be brute!"

"Barbarian?" Bu Fan and Ruoqiong Ling's father said this word almost at the same time.

The difference was that the expression on Bu Fan's face was puzzled, while the expressions on Ruoqiong and Ling's father's faces were extremely difficult to see.

"The bones left by the generation of barbarian kings in the Linzhou barbarian clan after they sat down contain the essence of the barbarian king's power, I need you to take out a piece. The High Priest of the Wu Clan said.

"It's just a bone, I can grab a piece!" Father Ling said.

"Hehe, can you really snatch it out? Even if you can grab it, I don't need to, I just need him to personally bring out this brute bone, as long as I have a brute bone, I can bring back the soul of this little feather man." The high priest of the witch clan said.

Bu Fan looked at Ling Ruoxi's corpse, remembering that she and Murong Jifeng died for themselves, and couldn't help but say, "Okay, I promise you!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you here for three months, I hope you come to see me with brute bones!"

"Okay, I'll come to you in three months!" said Bouvan.

"In that case, let you go, and leave her body with me for safekeeping. The high priest of the witch clan turned around and fell silent.

"Thank you, High Priest, if you can resurrect my son, Ling Tong will definitely be unforgettable!" After Father Ling finished speaking, he spread his wings and left with Ruoqiong and Bufan.

And the high priest seemed to have seen all this, and after a long time, he stood up and looked in the direction where Father Ling had taken Ruoqiong and Bu Fan away, his eyes were full of coldness.

"For the sake of the future of my young master of Linzhou, you are destined to be scattered! Even if you are an enemy of Shenzhou, you will not hesitate!" the high priest muttered to himself gloomily.

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