The gods didn't dare to look down on Yun Zimo's strength, especially since she was a descendant of the Wu clan, and no one dared to despise the mysterious power of the Wu clan.

Thor, who had fought with Yun Zimo before, did not dare to despise it, Yun Zimo did have earth-shattering abilities, but there was still some distance from the strength of the Wu clan ten years ago, and the big battle ten years ago was called a grandeur.

Erlang God vs. Yun Zimo should be evenly matched!

Erlang God was ready to fight, but Yun Zimo didn't have the idea of fighting at all, the gods thought she was afraid, but how could she ever be afraid?

"Erlang God won't think that you can really subdue me with this group of drunken Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals, right?" , Leng Yan glanced around, the bodies holding weapons one by one were swaying from side to side for a long time, and their faces still had the blush left by the cheerful scene just now.

Yang Jian glanced around, looking at the heavenly soldiers and generals around him who were a little unstable in battle, and his heart was full of anger.

In fact, even he himself had a touch of dizziness circling in his head.

Damn the wine, it turned out to be a big thing for him.

This woman definitely waited until they were all drunk on purpose to make a move.

However, even if the gods were drunk, if they really made a move, Yun Zimo didn't dare to guarantee that he would be able to defeat him.

Yang Jian glared at Yun Zimo angrily, he admitted that the girl in front of him, who seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, had angered him, he had never suffered such humiliation, and he had a strong desire to give the other party a dismount.

Even if it was drunk, he would have to take her down today.

"I advise Erlang God not to act lightly", as if he saw Yang Jian's thoughts, Yun Zimo opened his mouth and said indifferently.

"I think you gods and men must have heard of the secret art unique to the witch clan, witchcraft, right?" , hesitated for a moment, red lips lightly raised, and said.

The faces of the gods were first surprised, then solemn.

How could they not know about the witchcraft of the Wu clan, they almost died in the witchcraft of the Wu clan back then, which is simply terrifying.

The woman in front of her mentioned the witchcraft of the Wu clan, could it be that she had already practiced the witchcraft of the Wu clan?

How is it possible, the Wu clan has been exterminated for so many years, and they also specially burned everything in the Wu clan back then, just to not leave a trace behind, how can there be witchcraft left.

Thinking of this, the gods felt that there was nothing impossible, back then they also thought that the witch clan was wiped out, but Yun Zimo didn't stand in front of them alive like this, could she really know the legendary witchcraft?

She wouldn't have been, but Ling Huan and Mo Lengrong both tried their best to remind her and help her practice witchcraft, with such a sincere love, how could she not!

Originally, Yun Zimo didn't know what the two similar books Mo Lengrong and Ling Huan gave her, but she felt suspicious, and she didn't find anything when she wanted to investigate, knowing that she knew her life experience, she knew.

When it was a book that recorded the secret art of the witch clan, Yun Zimo's heart seemed to be fused with something warm, and the love of these two people for herself was deeply rooted in her heart, so that she could never forget it.

A flash of tenderness in his eyes, covered by the coldness in the darkness, hid the feeling in his heart very well.

Lao Mu has something to say: I just found out that a chapter has been lost now, and now I will publish it first, and wait for Lao Mu to adjust the order of the chapters when he is free