"Shi Yu, Feng Yan, Liantian, Broken Mountain, a few of you return to the clan land, and the manpower is tighter, but you must ensure that the operation of the phantom array is unhindered, and the rest of the junior disciples will stay here with me. Bubble book. Let's go*" Wu Xingyun, who opened his eyes, calmly commanded his clansmen.

"Yes. The four people who were named nodded and agreed, but they only said yes, and before they could say any more words, they looked stunned and condensed.

Not only the four of them, but the rest of them also concentrated on probing, and just now, a wisp of aura that only the people of the Wu clan could sense flashed into the depths of the dead spirit, and the fluctuations of the Sacred Secret Sanskrit Forging Technique in the clan.

"Come out, go. In an instant, Wu Xingyun had already determined the direction of the source of the aura, without a single superfluous word, and no longer mentioned the words of letting a few clansmen return to the clan land, when even if he got up and flew away towards the depths of the dead underworld, the rest of the people immediately urged their bodies to follow.

After a while, the people in the flight suddenly stopped, not that there was a demon beast to intercept the way, everyone was concentrating on the distance, just now, another Wu clan fluctuation flashed, but it was not the Holy Secret fluctuation that everyone had sensed before.

"Witch spirits, how can there be witch spirits? ”

"Could it be that there are still people who are breaking into the Deserted Tomb Beast Spirit Platform?"

"No, this time the Witch Spirit Fluctuation is not in the Desolate Tomb, but in the depths of the Dead Netherworld, along with the previous Holy Recipe Fluctuation. ”

"It's not that there are juniors in the clan who are around here. ”

"No, it's not much use for witches here, where would they come here. ”

"Could it be that someone has not only cultivated the Holy Secret of our clan, but also mastered the secret method of the Witch Spirit?"

"The fluctuation of the Holy Recipe should be the person who broke into the Wuzu Wasteland before, maybe it is the reward he got after passing through it, but he just left the Wasteland and acted like this, isn't there any danger he encountered?"

In an instant, everyone's consciousness flashed again and again, and all kinds of speculations came out, but it was difficult to guess why such a thing happened, but when someone mentioned that they might encounter danger, everyone's hearts were in shock.

"It's useless to talk too much, but the past will know. With Wu Xingyun's order, everyone stopped communicating, and in an instant, they flew forward again, a little faster than before.

Half an hour later, a group of Wu Clan Distraction Cultivators finally arrived in the direction of the fluctuations, but their expressions were not much easier, and there were fluctuations in front of them, showing the ongoing fighting and fighting, among which there was a holy aura that they could clearly sense, a witch spirit aura, and there was more than one distraction mid-stage aura among the other breaths.

"It's a dialect. Wu Cicada suddenly sent a divine sense message to the clansmen, and said, he who is most familiar with dialects has sensed that the master of the holy breath is dialect.

Could it be that the junior of the Yuan Infant back then, a disciple of the Heavenly Star Sect who had just been promoted to a distracted god, had once again entered the Wu Ancestor Barren Tomb, and had also ascended to the Witch God Altar? The rest of the Wu Clan monks immediately had this unbelievable thought in their hearts, not enough to judge the sound of the witch cicada, but there was no doubt, even they had vaguely sensed the breath of the dialect from the breath of the Holy Formula.

"If they are really killing tongues, whoever they are, they will be killed. Wu Xingyun's cold voice came out, facing the aura of several distracted mid-stage monks, Wu Xingyun, the leading monk of the Wu clan, did not hide the killing intent in his tone, you must know that a group of Wu clan monks, although there are also former distracted mid-stage monks such as Wu Cicada Ming Wu Shiyu, but at present, except for him Wu Xingyun, a mid-stage distraction cultivator, the rest of the people are in the early stage of distraction, that is, the Wu clan's exercises are unique, and if you want to kill a few distraction mid-stage monks, you can only do your best.

"Kill or kill. None of the rest objected, and none of them had the intention of retreating, and at the same time they shouted, showing the same murderous aura.

In a moment, the Wu clan and his party were already approaching the edge of the fluctuation, and they could already see a formation in front of them, as well as a few figures flashing in it, as well as the dialect in the center and the figure of a one-legged bull-headed demon beast in front of the dialect, the witch spirit breath was emanating from it, and at this moment the dialect seemed to be idle, only this ancient beast witch spirit was fighting with people, constantly bombarding the surroundings, although it was only a seventh-order breath, but it had a body that was difficult to fight in the middle stage of distraction, and for a while, it didn't fall into much disadvantage.

"Is that them?" squinting at the movement in front of him, looking at the few monks who were confronting the dialect, the cicada chirped.

"En?" The people around were slightly suspicious when they heard this, could there be a monk who was familiar with the sound of the witch cicada?

"The three mid-stage distracted monks are the last time they entered the Wuzu Wasteland with the dialect, and they wanted to kill the dialect because of the magic weapon on the dialect, but they didn't think that after a hundred years, they hadn't given up, and they actually set up an ambush here, but the dialect was only in the middle of the Yuan Infant back then, and they still couldn't do anything, and now the dialect has been distracted and cultivated, and there will be no danger. The cicada said slowly, but there was no previous eagerness in his tone.

"Fellow Daoists of the Wu Clan, just help Fang Mou sweep the formation, haha, red bald, Du Tianye, Luo Yue, I want to see how you come to kill Fang Mou. "Not only did the Wu monks spot the figures over there, but the people fighting over there were also aware of their arrival, and at least four distracted monks were aware of their arrival.

"A few Taoist friends of the Wu clan, this matter has nothing to do with the nobles, our well water does not interfere with the river water, otherwise don't blame us for not being emotional. The red bald man's voice rang out immediately, revealing a hint of intimidation as he passed.

Where would the Wu clan pay attention to his intimidation, they didn't pay attention to it at all, they scattered at the moment, shrouded in it, and after a while, they began to bombard the formation in front, although Fang Yan was very confident, and he had been confronting many enemies around him for a long time, but the Wu clan still wouldn't risk letting Fang Yan face the three distracted mid-stage monks, knowing that it was Fang Yan who had ascended the altar of the Wu God, and they valued Fang Yan very much in their hearts, in their hearts, if the dialect was slightly wrong, they were the sinners of the Wu clan through the ages.

Sensing the movement of the Wu clan, the expressions of the three distracted mid-stage monks who were besieging the dialect also changed, and the red bald Du Tianye Luoyue and the three of them, since they knew that the dialect had a high-grade spiritual weapon on their body a hundred years ago, they had always had the idea of seizing this magic weapon in their hands, but they later knew that the dialect worshipping the Heavenly Star Sect only made them a little more jealous, but they still did not give up.

They naturally don't have the courage to hit the Heavenly Star Sect, but if they can kill the dialect unconsciously, even the Heavenly Star Sect will be helpless against them, but the dialect rarely goes out, and occasionally a few times, the red bald people don't have a chance.

In the end, the three of them discussed for a long time, and then decided to start in the barren mound plain, after all, the skills on the dialect back then were related to the Wuzu barren mound, which they had personally experienced, and if they had such exercises, they would definitely enter the Wuzu barren mound again, but the exit of the barren mound was the same as the entrance, and it was difficult to guess, for this reason, the three of them spent a lot of materials in the past hundred years, and arranged several simple teleportation arrays around the barren mound, in order to be able to find him in time after the dialect came out of the barren mound.

What made the three of them overjoyed was that the general arrangement was not in vain after all, and the first hundred years of Luoyue Dao people encountered the dialect that came out of the Wu Clan's desolate mound, and even surrounded him, not letting him fly away.

It was they who didn't expect that a hundred years ago, there was only the dialect of Yuanying cultivation, but now it is already a distraction cultivation, and there is also a high-grade spiritual weapon magic weapon to protect the body, and there are many witch methods, that is, the three mid-stage distraction monks and their Yuanying juniors set up a formation to surround and kill, for more than half an hour, but it did not hurt the dialect at all.

But before the matter was over, there were actually nine more Wu clan monks, at the beginning, the witch cicada was only one, so the three of them were stopped for a long time, and finally attracted the Wu clan guardian power, so that they who were still afraid of the core monks of the Heavenly Star Sect retreated directly, and now there are nine of them, although there is only one of them who is a mid-stage cultivator, but so many early stage monks of distraction are still an extremely difficult ethnic group of the Wu clan, which makes several people have ominous thoughts in their hearts.

(Tomorrow, I will take a day off and take turns to take a day off, I wish you all a happy weekend)