"Let's go!"

With an order, the eight demon gods at the south gate of the Heavenly Court stepped into the star position.

......

In the Great Witch Palace, the Great Witches held their breath and stared.

......

Through layers of clouds and mist stones, the two of them climbed to the top of the white and flawless world.

For a moment, the sun was shining brightly, and for a moment, the fog was filled.

The sky is blue, the stars are shining, and the top of the week is full of fog.

......

Nine days above, the week is in operation.

"Fall!"

Ordered by the Star God.

Poor fingers.

The starry sky and the rain of arrows dragged the comet tail straight to the top of the circle.

......

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, one by one the sorcerers were first frightened and then angry, roaring like thunder, pointing to the sky and scolding angrily!

......

In the Great Witch Palace, the pupils of the Great Witches contracted, staring at the light flames.

In the halo of white flames, the fog is filled, and in the fog, the green shadows are uncertain, and the boundless arrow rain is coming in a blink of an eye.

In the eyes of the great witches, dense stars and arrow rain pierced the white mist.

In an instant, it was full of holes.

Witch hearts are stuck in the throat.

It's broken!

The pupil retracts.

Under the light arrow of the star feather, Shi Ji stared at the sky with cold eyes, and in the face of the endless arrows, she was expressionless and indifferent.

"Poof!"

The first starlight set off fireworks above her head.

"Puff Puff"

Endless rains of starlight and arrows burned and burst above her head, fireworks and colorful bubbles shattered.

Shi Ji closed his eyes, untied the qin, and sat down.

Around her were twelve array stones engraved with witch scripts, and the twelve array stones held up a peaceful world for her.

Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, how can she be unprepared.

December's frightened little eyes gradually turned into curiosity and excitement after seeing the beauty of the light curtain breaking the star shower.

......

"Witch Array?"

Among the main stars, Bai Ze's face changed slightly, and then his eyes were cold, and his feather fan pointed at him from afar, and he issued a star god order: "Meteorite descends from the sky!"

Boundless rain of fire and meteors roaring down.

"Boom Boom Boom"

The light curtain oscillated, and the text flowed, resisting the meteorite sky fire.

Under the thousands of meteorites, Shi Ji calmly stroked the qin, her eyes were focused, and her expression was devoted.

She stayed out of the matter, the meteorite had nothing to do with her, the war had nothing to do with her, she believed that the Yuan Shen would take care of all the chores for her, she couldn't be distracted, let alone waste her feelings, and her feelings that had been accumulated for three years and prepared for ten years could not be wasted in the slightest.

She is dedicated to doing only one thing, fulfilling the Pangu sacrifice, the wish of one hundred and thirteen years, she wants to be fulfilled, nothing is more important than this, for this she can let go of everything, everything, including life.

She's managed to get this far, and she's going to let herself be affected in the slightest.

"Ding...... Ding......"

The hand, calm and elegant, the piano, calm and peaceful.

She seems to be sitting outside the world, far away from the hustle and bustle, in the field, on the stream, in the rain, on the cliffside, in the clouds, in the mountains, she sometimes plays in a hurry and sometimes in a hurry, sometimes she is unrestrained, sometimes crazy, sometimes cold, she plays the mountain song as she likes, starting from the first note of the first step at the foot of the mountain, integrating into a hundred years of wind and rain and a hundred years of wishes, into a hundred years of insistence on a hundred years of feelings, into the witch heart into the witch spell......

Small songs become big music.

......

One by one, the big witches gathered around the stone case, and their eyes stared at the violinist who was sitting quietly in the light of the meteorite fire, and they remembered what she said:

She said she was a witch.

She said that Hou Yi said that she was covered in witch bones.

She said that Emperor Zun did not deny that she was a witch.

She said her heart had become a witch.

She said she had a pure witch heart.

She said that she thought that having a pure witch heart was a witch?

"She's a witch!"

The hearts of the powerful beating witches recognize her as a witch with the purest expansion, not only recognition, far deeper than recognition, maybe shame, admiration, and yearning......

The violinist of the Wu clan, this can deeply shock their entire witch heart, she sits on the top of Buzhou Mountain, ignoring the starry sky, ignoring the demon gods of the heavenly court, if she is not a witch, who is?

She is a witch, she must be a witch, she must be a witch!

Because their witch blood is surging for her at this moment, and their witch hearts are uplifted for her.

"The luthier of my witch clan can't be bullied!"

The sound of the sandfly is like a knife soldier, sharp and sonorous.

"Yes!"

The feminine and taciturn Xiang Liu's eyes are cold.

"The ghost car sneak attack is ahead, the eight demon gods, gather millions of demon soldiers, what a great majesty!"

Jiufeng, who was dressed in red, sneered.

"I'm already hungry and thirsty with my big axe!"

Xingtian said heroically.

"If you retreat today, you will be called a great witch again if you are old and shameless!"

The old candle flame said in a deep voice.

"The clansmen are all watching, can they not let the demon court bully the qin master?"

Wu Xian looked at Kuafu.

There was silence.

Kuafu spoke, "Let's go, I'll be handsome!"

"Good!"

The ten great witches strode out of the Great Witch Palace, each showing their magical powers, and went straight to Buzhou Mountain.

......

"That's ...... Great Witch!"

"The Great Witch of my clan has gone to help the luthier!"

"Hahaha...... The great witch of my clan has gone to help the luthier!"

One by one, the old and young witches ran to tell each other with tears in their eyes.

The witch heart is hot, the witch heart is hot!

The boy at the foot of the mountain chanted a mantra to turn the rain straight up.

In the rain, the young man's heart was blazing, "Master, I'm here!"