When Wang Xuanyang returned to the mountain village, he also discovered the situation in the mountain village.

"There are wizards?"

Wang Xuanyang frowned slightly, "It seems that the Witch God Temple has begun to investigate its origins. ”

With the strength of the Witch Temple, it was too easy to investigate him.

However, in the village, only Uncle Qi'er knows his identity, Uncle Qi'er should not tell his identity as an outsider, not to mention, even if he says it, it is not a big deal, anyway, he has been hated by the thirteen strongest wizards, and he is considered to be an enemy of the entire Witch God Temple.

"There are ten wizards in total, and all of them are high-level wizards. ”

Wang Xuanyang could vaguely sense the aura emanating from those wizards.

Qi'er and Uncle Qi'er have nothing to do, Wang Xuanyang is relieved, if he implicates them because of himself, it will be his own sin.

"However, those thirteen old fellows are all madmen who are dying, and if they can't get the life fluid, they may do crazy things. ”

Wang Xuanyang shook his head.

If he could, he would rather give the thirteen supreme wizards some life spirit liquid, but the problem was that these old guys were not greedy enough.

"Forget it, I'll send Qi'er and Uncle to the Witch God's Tower first. ”

Wang Xuanyang made a decision to let the two stay, which was really unsafe.

As for the other villagers, Wang Xuanyang just couldn't help.

Thinking of this, Wang Xuanyang also hesitated, and directly reflected the ant king.

He didn't have the ability yet, and he didn't know the ghosts, so he didn't think he would take Qi'er and Uncle away.

Ten high-level wizards, the weakest is also a seventh-level wizard. It's equivalent to a junior rune.

And the strongest has reached the level of a ninth-level wizard, which is a high-level rune level.

However, Wang Xuanyang has the Ant King. I'm not afraid of them, and I'm about to stop myself, so don't blame myself for going on a killing spree.

Killing two peak talismans comparable to the Fu Sect in seconds, and escaping at the hands of thirteen old guys, he already has an understanding of the strength of the Ant King, as long as he doesn't meet those old guys, even if he is a ninth-level wizard. The ant king is not afraid.

When the Ant King appeared with Wang Xuanyang, the ten wizards stationed in the village had already noticed it.

Wang Xuanyang didn't hide it at all, and he showed up so openly.

Whoosh.

Ten rays of light and shadow rushed out of the mountain village. Suspended in the air, waves of strange power emanated, forming a strange force field that enveloped the entire mountain village.

This is the power of a wizard.

"Who are you?"

The ninth-level wizard at the head was an old man with white hair. Deep-set eye sockets. It gives people a sense of old age.

Generally speaking, wizards can tell their age from their appearance, and the old man in front of him is at least ninety years old.

The talisman is different, although he has not broken through to the legendary level, and his lifespan cannot break through the constraints, but the maximum lifespan is also one hundred and fifty years old. It's just that it can't break through this limit, and because of the rune power cultivated by the talisman, it has great resistance to body aging.

Not like a wizard. The life limit is only 100 years.

Moreover, the physical body of a wizard is the same as that of a normal person. Or even worse, because the stronger the mental power, the higher the physical requirements, and the wizard just does not pay attention to the body.

"Hehe, am I not the one you've been looking for?"

Wang Xuanyang smiled slightly.

"What, you're the son of a witch god?"

They all came from the main hall of the witch god, and they were given a special mission, and they already knew about the son of the witch god.

So all these wizards were shocked.

"Yes, I am the son of the witch god. ”

Wang Xuanyang smiled slightly, and suddenly, his eyebrows jumped, and a strange eyeball cracked, and a strange fluctuation emanated.

In an instant, the power field of the witch god that had originally enveloped the mountain village suddenly shook, as if it had been strongly suppressed by some kind of strong suppression.

And those wizards are even more unbearable, all of them are crumbling, and even the power of the witch god is not working.

The reason why the Xeon Wizards are called the Xeon Sorcerers is because they began to merge with the origin of the Witch God.

And other wizards, even if they reach the level of ninth-level wizards, it is impossible to do it, so the origin of the witch god has a natural suppression of them.

Because of this, the position of the Supreme Wizard in the Temple of Witches is supreme, representing the true divine right and holding the title of Guardian Witch.

Gods and witches, you can see the dignity of the identity of the strongest wizard.

If before, these wizards still had doubts that Wang Xuanyang was the son of the witch god, then now there is absolutely none.

Who can fuse the origin of the witch god at such a young age?

Every generation of gods and witches, who is not seventy or eighty years old before they can break through to the point of the great and powerful wizards?

Hardly hesitating, these wizards all knelt down in the void, "See the son of the venerable witch god." ”

Wang Xuanyang was extremely stunned, some couldn't react, according to his own inference, shouldn't these people attack themselves and capture themselves?

What's going on?

Uh-huh, it must have been the conspiracy of those old guys, coaxing themselves first, and then suppressing themselves.

He wouldn't believe that those old guys who had half their feet in the coffin would really think of themselves as the sons of witch gods!

However, the next scene made Wang Xuanyang completely unable to turn around.

"Venerable son of the witch god, can you please save the witch clan who are in a desperate situation?"

The old ninth-level wizard actually burst into tears.

Wang Xuanyang's heart moved, and he suddenly understood, it seems that the Wu clan also knows that the chaos of the Wu God's ruins is about to spread out, and when the time comes, the Wu clan will fall into the Jedi of destruction.

"I'm sorry, I can't help this. ”

Wang Xuanyang shook his head.

He really can't help it!

Let him stop the chaotic power of the witch god ruins, not to mention his current strength, I am afraid that even if he achieves the legendary level, he will not be able to do it, Wang Xuanyang estimates that unless he reaches the mythical level, there is this possibility.

However, he has only reached the perfect level of a cave explosion talisman, and he doesn't know how long it will take, and as for the distance from the Mythical Realm, it is a long distance of 108,000 miles.

"Honorable son of the witch god, you must have a way, only you can save my witch clan!"

This old ninth-level wizard seems to be convinced that the son of the witch god can save the witch clan, lead the witch clan to break the cage, and break the death curse, and the other wizards are also pleading.

And at this moment, in the mountain village, many witches have come out.

"It's Brother Xuanyang, it's Brother Xuanyang"

Qi'er looked at the familiar figure in the sky and let out a surprise.

"Sure enough, it's Xuanyang, he, he's the son of the witch god?"

Uncle Qi'er's eyes widened.

He never thought that it had only been so long, Wang Xuanyang had changed so much, riding a powerful ant beast, that kind of aura was really indescribable, and even those high-ranking noble wizards were actually prostrate in front of Wang Xuanyang at this moment, begging bitterly.

Son of the Witch God.

Uncle Qi'er took a deep breath, and an indescribable excitement welled up in his heart.

This was even more true of the other witches, who all heard the noble wizards call Wang Xuanyang the son of the witch god, and they all became in awe, and they knelt down with great reverence.

The legend of the son of the witch god is not only in the witch temple, but even the folk of the witch tribe have been circulating.

If the witch god is the belief of all witch people.

Then the son of the witch god is the savior in the hearts of the witch people.

"What if I'm the son of a witch god? Even if the witch god is alive, I can't stop it. ”

Wang Xuanyang shook his head, he just wanted to take Qi'er and Uncle Qi'er away now.

Sou!

Under his control, the Ant King rushed in.

But the wizards didn't stop them, and they still knelt down.

The ant king fell into the village, and Wang Xuanyang saw Qi'er and Uncle in the crowd for the first time.

"Brother Xuanyang. ”

Qi'er rushed up happily.

Uncle Qi'er's face has changed greatly, and now Wang Xuanyang is the son of a witch god, and his status is noble.

However, it was too late for him to stop it.

Qi'er had already rushed to Wang Xuanyang's side and hugged Wang Xuanyang tightly, the fragrance of virginity was wrapped around Wang Xuanyang's nose, and Wang Xuanyang couldn't help but feel a little intoxicated.

He could feel Ki'er's cheerfulness, pure and immaculate without a trace of impurities.

It was only in Qi'er that he felt a sense of whole-body relaxation

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