A huge golden axe was menacing, and when it slashed down in the air, it burst out with a series of clear sounds under the intertwining of the wind blade firelight, and the attack was extremely fierce.

Zhao Hong felt a huge pressure like Mount Tai falling from the sky, he didn't think about it, he immediately shook his body, carried the "Wind Spell", and the whole person disappeared like a ghost.

A moment later, when Zhao Hong was ten zhang away from Xin Yu, he stopped his figure and narrowed his eyes, as if he was a little puzzled. Because he found that Xin Yu's golden light axe actually stopped in mid-air, motionless. At the same time, he had already felt that the killing machine in the air had become nothing, and Xin Yu did not seem to have any intention of continuing to attack him.

"Who the hell are you, you seem to know a little bit about the secrets of ancient witchcraft!"

Xin Yu's eyes were cold to the bone, staring at Zhao Hong fiercely, but it was just ordinary annoyance, and there was no killing intent just now.

Zhao Hong stood there quietly and did not answer. He wasn't sure if Xin Yu had really put away his killing intent or if it was for some other reason.

"Aren't you also a sorcerer?" Xin Yu asked again.

"Wizard?" Zhao Hong heard this name again from Xin Yu's mouth, it seemed to be synonymous with a certain identity, and he couldn't help but be in a trance, "I don't understand what you're talking about...... he muttered.

Xin Yu looked at Zhao Hong seriously, with an unbelievable look on his face, and after a long time, he said, "The witch is the descendant of the ancient witch." Since you don't know the sorcerer, where did you learn the ancient witchcraft technique, or who taught it?"

Zhao Hong naturally wouldn't tell Xin Yuhe the secret of the stone chamber at the bottom of the lake, he looked at the corpse on the ground, and said with a sneer: "Since you claim to be a sorcerer and a descendant of ancient witches, then you should know that as a sorcerer, you should be Qi Su Zhongzheng." You don't go to punish the evil and eliminate the demons, but instead plague the world in the Liuhuang City, if I guess correctly, the three clansmen of the Xin family were also harmed by you, right?"

"Punish evil and eliminate demons?" Xin Yu sneered, and then said: "What is good? What is evil? There is no distinction between good and evil in all spirits, and everything is respected by strength. The thoughts of good and evil are in the heart, and they are manifested in the power. The way of heaven is conserved, and one is eliminated by the other. Heaven is unkind, and the world is in great contention. There is no sin in killing, but man is guilty. To put it bluntly, there is no difference between good and bad in this world, only the difference in strength. ”

"You mean that justice is only about fists, and your statement is too far-fetched, right?" Zhao Hong also sneered back.

"Could it be that all of those Terran immortal cultivators are righteous men and gentlemen, and all of them can have a clear conscience? And all those evil cultivators are evil demons and crooked ways? All of them are murderous?" Xin Yu laughed, "I might as well tell you that among these people I have killed, all of them are virtuous and treacherous. There is a distinction between good and evil in the world, and people in the world judge the law in vain, without thinking about their mental affiliation. A sorcerer determines good and evil, without cause and effect, without asking about the cause, only by his own heart, why bother with vulgar ethics. ”

"Are you Xin Yu or Xingtian?" Zhao Hong looked at the almost crazy look in Xin Yu's eyes, and his heart sank. The person in front of him was obviously eleven or twelve-year-old Xin Yu, but the appearance of the shadow giant was clearly the same as the Xingtian recorded in the ancient books.

"My name is Xingtian, aren't you strange?" Xin Yu looked at Zhao Hong's incredible eyes, and then said: "Back then, the great war of destruction of the three ancient clans, the god clan, the ancient witch and the demon ancestor, spanned thousands of years, and the Great Wilderness World suffered countless casualties for a time, and the lives of the world were devastated. The great powers of the three ancient clans also suffered heavy casualties, or fell one after another, or disappeared, as if they had disappeared from the world. Since then, there are only the remnants of the descendants of the three clans left in the Great Wilderness World, and we sorcerers are the descendants of the ancient witches. ”

"The descendants of the ancient witches are not the Wu clan?" Zhao Hong asked curiously, because Xin Yu's statement was slightly different from what Jiang Wei said before, the witch and the Wu clan, is it just the surprise of the name?

Xin Yu said: "At that time, the descendants of the ancient witches were divided into two branches, one of which coexisted with the newborn human race, and the power of the bloodline gradually faded, and finally evolved into the Wu clan. Only the branch of our sorcerers has always retained the power of the bloodline of the ancient sorcerers. ”

"What is the power of bloodline?" Zhao Hong asked again.

"After the War of Annihilation, not only did the three ancient clans disappear, but even the only remaining cultivation resources on the ancient battlefield at that time were sealed by the descendants of the three clans, and they were missing. And those descendants who died in battle or were abandoned and eliminated, because they had no resources, the divine power in their bodies became thinner and thinner. They can only choose to use the method of reincarnation to dormant the bloodline, sleep in the long reincarnation, and lurk the power of the bloodline in the mortal body. They are usually no different from mortals, but under the stimulation of some special circumstances, the bloodline has a chance to awaken. ”

"I am one of these descendants who have been sleeping in samsara, and my bloodline has been sleeping for many reincarnations. I used to be cultivating in the 'Husband's Gate' when I accidentally went mad, but because of this, I awakened the sorcerer bloodline. My original name is Xingtian, for me, awakening is not rebirth, but the reincarnation of killing, I have the responsibility to find the ancient battlefield, that is, the sealed place of the descendants of the three races! ”

"Do you think that these people I killed are just ordinary mortals? I want to refine Dansu, how can I use the essence blood of ordinary mortals? Do you know, these people are also the bloodline of the descendants of the God Clan, but they have not yet awakened. Gods and witches are not at odds. If I refine the Dansu with the Witch Array, I will automatically absorb the divine power and essence blood of their whole bodies and use them for my use. ”

"Where is the sealed place you said?" Zhao Hong asked again.

Xin Yu lowered his head, looking a little lost, "I don't know, I was beheaded by Ji Xuanyuan, a descendant of the God Clan. After losing my head, I fell into the dark abyss and was very angry, and I could only use my breasts as my eyes and my navel as my mouth, and I wanted to continue to fight with Ji Xuanyuan. But then the ancient battlefield was sealed, so I was forced to choose the method of reincarnation to hibernate the bloodline, hoping to have another chance to challenge him. But who knows, this slumber is the passage of thousands of years. ”

"You've asked so much, and I've answered so much, it's my turn to ask you now, right?" Xin Yu raised his head and looked at Zhao Hong.

"What do you want to know?" Zhao Hong frowned, raised his head and looked at Xin Yu.

"Who are you? How did you learn the ancient witchcraft technique? Who taught you it? Where is that person now?" Xin Yu's eyes were full of eagerness, and he asked a few questions in a row.

Zhao Hong couldn't help but hesitate in his heart, and after pondering for a while, he said: "It's not that anyone taught me, my exercises were learned by chance from the ancient witchcraft texts left by a senior......

"Where is that person?" Before Zhao Hong could finish speaking, Xin Yu interrupted, as if he was desperate to know.

Zhao Hong shook his head and replied, "He has been dead for a long time, and when I met him, he only had a skeleton left......

"You...... Have you really fallen? This ...... How is this possible?"

Xin Yu looked up at the night sky, his shoulders began to tremble, and his two fists were tightly clenched, as if his whole person was occupied by sadness. He was trying, not wanting the sadness to spread, but he couldn't suppress the impact of the distress. He suddenly lowered his head, silently exuding anger and loss in his heart.

Zhao Hong quietly observed Xin Yu's reaction, he could now be sure that Xingtian had a close relationship with the owner of the skeleton at the bottom of the lake, and he wanted to know more and more who the skeleton was when he was alive.

After a long time, Xin Yu finally looked up at Zhao Hong again, and asked again in a deep voice: "You just used a Divine Soul Attack Technique similar to 'Divine Soul Thorn', if I guessed correctly, the Witch Book is in your hands, right?"

Zhao Hong was shocked in his heart, his face showed a cautious expression, he didn't know what Xin Yu's intention was when he asked this?

Seeing Zhao Hong's expression, Xin Yu put away Pu Dao and stood in place, smiled slightly, and said, "Don't worry, I don't have the heart to covet the Witch Codex, and not all witches have the ability to cultivate the Witch Codex. I wonder why you can cultivate the Witch Book?"

Why can you cultivate the Witch Codex?

Zhao Hong never thought about this question. He studied the Witchbook as if everything came naturally, and when he first started learning, it was a coincidence, and he did not encounter any obstacles in the process of studying. He had always thought that his divine soul had a good foundation, and even felt that the exercises in the "Witch Book" seemed to be tailor-made for him. According to what Xin Yu said, what special conditions are needed to practice the "Witch Codex"?

Xin Yu seemed to see Zhao Hong's doubts, and then said: "The 'Witch Book' is an ancient witch's inheritance method, if it weren't for the bloodline inheritance of the ancient witch's 'holy son' and 'holy daughter', even ordinary witches would not be able to cultivate, even if I was allowed to practice, I wouldn't be able to get its essence." You ......"

Xin Yu said as he looked Zhao Hong up and down, "You are the same as me, you also have the blood of a witch, but you haven't awakened yet. And if I'm not mistaken, the power of your bloodline should be even more ......"

Before Xin Yu finished speaking, his face suddenly moved, and his body had ejected like an arrow, and he swept away in the direction of Zhao Hong.

Zhao Hong's reaction was slow for a moment, and he couldn't dodge at all. He felt a cool breeze in front of him, and dense golden filaments of light emerged and rolled towards his head.

Almost at the same time, there was a "snort" sound above Zhao Hong's head, and a three-foot-sized golden net fell downward.

Zhao Hong was shocked and couldn't help but show despair in his eyes. Xin Yu's sudden attack, his actions were like a storm, Zhao Hong was unprepared, and in the blink of an eye, he was already bound by Xin Yu's light net.

"What are you going to do?" Zhao Hong forced his composure to keep his expression unchanged, but a slight sweat still broke out on his forehead.

Xin Yu's face was expressionless, and he didn't answer, and then he raised his hand like lightning, and pointed at Zhao Hong's eyebrows, and a black light shot out, instantly sinking from Zhao Hong's eyebrows into his head.

Zhao Hong could no longer keep his composure, and at this moment he deeply realized that Xin Yu's finger had an incomparably sharp artistic conception, and it was vaguely about to extinguish the taste of his soul.

"Roar!" a sharp roar sounded from Xin Yu's mouth.

Zhao Hong hurriedly snorted, and his soul became a little confused. He felt as if someone had stabbed him with a red-hot knife, and the pain was excruciating.

At this time, in the sea of his consciousness, it seemed that in the originally bright space, the only remaining area of light around him suddenly disappeared, causing him to fall into complete darkness.

"Damn!" Zhao Hong suppressed the boredom in his heart and hurriedly ran the "Soul Alchemy".