"Look, your previous posture was planning to kill my apprentice?" the old Taoist, who was the high priest of the Wu Clan, seemed to think of something, and threw out this second question.

"Ju Mang doesn't dare!" said Ju Mang at the bottom of the stairs.

"You fart!" Wu Zixu, who had an ancestor supporting him on the side, changed his previous sluggish momentum, crossed his waist and scolded angrily.

Hearing this, the ancestor smiled slightly, patted his precious disciple's shoulder, and motioned for him to say something as a master.

The old Taoist figure moved slightly, raised his right foot and slowly walked down the steps.

When the old man actually stepped on the white jade steps, the void above the steps was unpredictable, like a drop of water falling on the surface of a calm lake, and in an instant, subtle ripples were stirred.

It's just that in Jing Xin's opinion, this insignificant move fell in the eyes of Jumang, who was kneeling on the ground, and fell on the state of mind of this great emperor powerhouse of the dignified reincarnation realm, which was like a shocking thunder, making his face ugly and shocked.

"Don't you think it's great to step into the realm of reincarnation?" the old Taoist walked down the next step with his hands in his hands.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds surged, and the world was discolored.

"Do you think that our three old men have not asked about the world for a long time, and the entire witch domain is the world of you twelve?"

As soon as the words fell, the avenue veins were behind the old Taoist, manifesting on the entire cloud palace, and the roar of the avenue was like thunder rolling in the sky, making Jing Xinshi and the three of them dare not take a breath.

"Do you think that the three of us who are buried in the loess with half of our bodies buried in the old immortals have taken it like the sun and the sky, and you have nothing to do?"

"Dare to commit a violent crime outside the gate of the Cloud Palace, you really didn't take me, the high priest, in your eyes. ”

By the time the old Taoist said the last words, his figure was already standing in front of Jumang.

"Let me ask you again, did you participate in that incident a thousand years ago?" asked the old Taoist with a solemn and solemn expression.

"No!" Ju Mang looked up and said resolutely.

The old Taoist nodded after hearing this expected reply, "Get up and speak." ”

Hearing this, he stood up with great restraint and did not dare to say a word.

"You don't have to ask about the matter of the water gods working together after today. The old Taoist said softly as if he was closing the coffin.

"But the water god can't be left without an owner for a day..."Ju Mang wanted to say something more, but after seeing the obscure expression of the high priest in front of him, he stopped the sentence he was about to blurt out.

"If nothing else, the position of the water god will be held by Wuji, the eldest grandson of Yangguan Bingzhen. The old Taoist said lightly.

"Eldest Sun Wuji...", Ju Mang stopped when he heard what he said, in his impression, the eldest grandson Wuji, who sat in Yangguan Bing Town, was not enough to serve as one of the twelve ancestral witches in terms of realm and prestige.

"Know what you're going to say. The old man glanced at him and said, "This is not something you should think about. ”

Ju Mang understood. ”

"One more thing. The old Taoist finally set his eyes on the tall man in front of him, "I don't want to see you do anything out of the ordinary to Eldest Sun Wuji." ”

"You can ask him once, but only once. ”

"The sentence is clear. ”

This so-called time is nothing more than asking the eldest grandson Wuji to stand in line.

The twelve ancestors and witches each have their own mountains, and the water gods stood together with the same sentence before, and now

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Today's eldest grandson Wuji may not know who he wants to be with, except for the old Taoist.

"Let's go. The old Taoist said slowly.

Ju Mang nodded when he heard this, and after bowing to the high priest, he didn't hesitate to make any moves, and his figure disappeared in place in an instant.

"You're just going to let him go?!"

Wu Zixu's body bowed slightly, and he fell behind the old Taoist with a slight bow, and asked incredulously with a slight frown.

"Kill him?" the old Taoist asked rhetorically, narrowing his eyes.

"Kill him so that he slaps me, you have to slap him back. Wu Zixu pouted and said, "It's not too much." ”

Hearing this, the old Taoist stroked his beard with a smile, turned around and looked up at the three people on the top of the stairs, especially Jing Xinshi, who was the leader, and asked with a peaceful expression, "What do you think?"

After hearing this inquiry, Jing Xinshi hurriedly bowed and saluted, and said: "Ju Mang, as the Twelve Ancestral Witches, openly acted outside the gate of the Cloud Palace, knowing the law and breaking the law is even more of a crime, and it is reasonable for the seniors to be the high priest to punish a little. ”

Hearing this, Wu Zixu secretly gave a thumbs up to Jing Xinshi and grinned.

Good brother.

"The younger generation thinks the same way. Gu Hengbo bowed.

"Again. Sun Qi'er said.

The old Taoist smiled and remained silent when he heard the words of the three of them.

Then he took the golden talisman that Wu Zixu held in his hand.

Immediately after that, there were words in his mouth, and the original golden talisman turned into a black flying sword with two fingers long and sharp edges in an instant.

In the end, the flying sword was shot into the void by the old Taoist's fingers, and disappeared.

The old Taoist's magic power was seen by Wu Zixu, and then Wu Zixu, who looked like a child, dragged the old Taoist's shabby Taoist robe, looked up at the ancestor with a sad look, and said pitifully: "You have never told me about this hand before." ”

The implication is naturally that you, the master, can't hide your secrets.

"Be patient. The old Taoist chuckled lightly, and knocked his fingers on Wu Zixu's forehead, "My skills and means will be passed on to you in the future." ”

When Wu Zixu heard this, he was willing to let go of the sleeve robe in his hand and grinned silently.

Somewhere in the Void.

Ever since Ju Mang left the Cloud Palace, he had used the Imperial Technique to directly turn a small world in the Great Three Thousand Worlds into a secret realm, and then entered it.

After entering his own small world, he completely relaxed, sat on an imperial seat born out of thin air, and exhaled a long breath of turbidity.

If this trip to the Cloud Palace hadn't been improvised, I was afraid that the Twelve Ancestral Witches would be one less.

Jumang's index finger tapped on the emperor's throne, and there was no trace of joy, anger and sorrow on his face.

The old Taoist said that he was indeed right, the three people in the Cloud Palace had not asked about the world for many years, so their prestige in the hearts of the twelve of them was far less than that of a thousand years ago.

What's more, they really haven't made a move for a long time, so long that Ju Mang has forgotten that the three high priests are really one person and above ten thousand people in the witch clan.

It's just that now, Jumang, who is only half a foot away from the old Taoist, has reawakened the memory of the past that was drowned in the long river of time after seeing that respectful face.

The memories that were enough to make this reincarnation realm powerhouse feel cold and chilling all over his body like falling into the abyss were all about the three high priests.

Thinking of this, Ju Mang, who was sitting on the emperor's seat, laughed at himself

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, now that I think about it, am I a little self-conscious, how could I try to wrestle with those three?!

Between Jumang's thoughts, a crisp sound came from the corner of this secret realm that was a small world of its own.

Ju Mang's expression was stunned when he heard this, and he suddenly stood up from the emperor's seat.

But Rao is like this, he is still half a step slower.

A black light first broke through the barrier of this small world, and then passed in front of Jumang between the lightning and flint, and finally broke through the void again.

The whole pile changes only between half a breath.

Ju Mang looked down at the half-step-wide blood hole in his chest, with a complicated expression.

There are no more than three people in the entire Witch Domain who can do this, and the most likely one is the old Taoist in front of the Cloud Palace.

Ju Mang wiped the scarlet that flowed from the corner of his mouth, and arched his hand to a certain void, "Juniors receive punishment!"

Outside the Cloud Palace.

The old Taoist grabbed the dark flying sword that broke through the air again with two fingers, and with a slight force on his wrist, he shook the few drops of emperor blood stained on the flying sword, and finally refined it into four drops of golden liquid with a secret method.

Then, with a wave of his sleeves, he sent the four drops of liquid wrapped in spiritual power to Wu Zixu and Jing Xinshi in front of the four of them.

"A little compensation. The old Taoist smiled slightly and said.

Wu Zixu was naturally not polite, when he reached out and grabbed it in his palm, and then swallowed it directly in the most ancient and brutal way.

The old Taoist is not surprised, after all, he knows the origin of his apprentice best, and he can devour even the most mysterious luck in the world, let alone just a drop of emperor blood.

Of course, this word is just for Wu Zixu, for Jing Xinshi and the three of them, just look at the changes in their expressions.

After all, Jing Xinshi was born in a famous family and had a very wide vision, and it was not difficult to guess that the golden liquid in front of them was the blood of the emperor.

"Senior!" Jing Xinshi said: "This gift is too valuable, and the kid doesn't dare to accept it." ”

After passing through the hands of the old Taoist, this is not just as simple as a drop of emperor blood, but also contains the Dao comprehension of the reincarnation realm and the mottled and chaotic imperial art, but in the end, how much they can perceive and absorb in it depends on their own talent creation.

"You deserve it. The old Taoist said lightly.

If they had retreated when Wu Zixu had faced the previous sentence before, even if it was half a step, they would not have the current blessing.

As long as they don't retreat, the old Taoist is naturally willing to treat them as their own juniors.

"You're welcome, kid. Gu Hengbo, who had the most free temperament among the three, smiled heartily and took the lead in accepting this "gift".

Then Sun Qi'er also accepted it after thanking the old Taoist.

Jing Xinshi, who had already vaguely guessed something, nodded, and without the slightest hesitation, he put the golden liquid into his sleeve.

The three of them were different from Wu Zixu's background, so they had to slowly refine them with water milling.

Although it is a bit exhausting, as long as you achieve success, you will be able to achieve a lot of progress in one day.

In the end, the old Taoist smiled and handed back the golden talisman in his hand that had been restored to its original state to Wu Zixu, and said earnestly: "Zixu, the world will depend on you in the future." ”

Wu Zixu, who still looked like a child, took the golden talisman that he had jokingly called a talisman before, his face was bright, and he smiled, "Don't worry, leave it to me." ”

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