Two rays of light quickly streaked across the sky and stopped above the outer perimeter of the Wu Clan's complex.

"This is advancing, it's a gathering place for the Wicans. The light dissipated, revealing the figures of Yang Jiao and Bixiao.

Yang Jiao looked at the large area of hidden witchcraft below, and his eyes shot a gaze like a knife.

"The rumored witchcraft unique to the witch clan is completely different from the current Daomen spells in the Three Realms, and the magic powers of Buddhism, but it's a pity that I got it too late and didn't see the most glorious period of witchcraft. Bi Xiao felt a witchcraft that was very different from the fluctuation of mana, and felt a little emotional.

"Is it the most glorious time?" Yang Jiao smiled slightly, and was just about to say something, when he suddenly felt the cold hairs around him explode, and he immediately pulled Bixiao behind him to block it.

In the face of the crisis, his coolness instantly turned chaotic, and an incomparably sharp coercion emanated from his body, condensing the surrounding space.

In the distance, the space rippled like water waves, and a two-meter-tall figure appeared from it.

Although this big man is two meters tall, he has no head in a strange way, he is shirtless, **** for the eyes, navel for the mouth, and his whole body exudes a sky-high fighting spirit.

This aura is so strong that only Kunpeng and Kong Xuan can overpower it in Yang Jiao's induction.

"What a Xingtian Ancestor Witch!" Yang Jiao laughed out loud and exclaimed.

"It's not the Ancestral Witch, you can call me...... Punishment Heaven Witch Saint. Xingtian's voice "rumbled", like a thunderbolt, exploding in the ears of Yang Jiao and Bixiao.

"Xingtian Witch Saint!" Yang Jiao shouted, then looked into Xingtian's eyes and said, "My subordinate Yuan Hong disappeared in your Wu Clan's realm, I don't know if I can offend the nobles? ”

"Yuan Hong, haven't heard of it!" Xing Tian frowned when he heard this, and said, "I don't know you, who are you?"

"I am like Yang Jiao, the Emperor of Gou Chen in today's court!" Yang Jiao reported his name, glanced at Bixiao in his arms again, and said, "She is my wife Bixiao!"

"Emperor Gou Chen, Demon Emperor?" Xing Tian's eyes immediately widened when he heard this: "Why can't I see through your body?"

"I'm a human race!" Yang Jiao smiled faintly. explained: "It's just the position of Emperor Gou Chen. ”

Xing Tian blinked his eyes and said in an urn voice, "I'll go to the clan to check for you and see if there is any news of your subordinate." ”

The words fell, and Xingtian's figure disappeared again.

Seeing Xingtian disappear, Bi Xiao couldn't help but hum softly: "How many years of antiques, I don't know how many years to invite us in and sit." ”

"Maybe there is something forbidden by the Wu Clan!" Yang Jiao patted Bi Xiao's back. Said softly.

Bixiao glanced at Yang Jiao, and immediately leaned on the latter's shoulder shyly, and the sky was red.

Yang Jiao glanced at Bi Xiao and didn't speak, but his eyes became more and more gentle.

Xingtian didn't let Yang Jiao wait too long, and soon reappeared.

"Brother Yang Jiao, there was indeed a little guy who broke into our clan before, but he didn't offend us, but lived in our clan. I have a good time with some big witch brothers every day. ”

Xing Tian had a smile in his eyes, and then waved his hand, and Yuan Hong's figure appeared out of thin air not far in front of Yang Jiao.

"Your Highness!" Yuan Hong saw Yang Jiao immediately pay homage, but when he saw Bixiao in his arms, his eyes purred, and said, "Bixiao Fairy!"

"Hmph!" Bi Xiao snorted lightly and said, "You guy." It's a pleasure to play in the witch clan. ”

Yuan Hong secretly glanced at Yang Jiao and didn't dare to answer. He just stood up and stood respectfully behind him.

"Xingtian Witch Saint," Yang Jiao nodded at Yuan Hong, motioning for them to go farther, then looked at Xingtian and said, "I heard that the Wu Clan is warlike. I haven't made a move since I broke through, so I wonder if I can have a fight with the Witch Saint?"

"Okay!" Xing Tian heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said excitedly: "Let's go." Come with me to the training ground in the clan hall!"

As he spoke, he was about to turn around and lead the way, but he suddenly smiled awkwardly, looked at Yang Jiao and said, "I don't know if Brother Yang dares to go?"

"Xingtian Witch Saint is bright and clear, how can I, Yang Jiao, refuse!" Yang Jiao laughed out loud and followed directly.

A trace of worry flashed in Bixiao's eyes, and the figure followed in a flash.

Yuan Hong's figure also swayed, and quickly followed.

The Wu clan has been fighting the heavens and the earth, and has a crazy desire to fight, and Xingtian comprehends the will to fight, and the desire to fight is the best among them, and now he has been hiding here for countless years without making a move, and he has long been suffocated.

Xing Tian led Yang Jiao, galloping along the way, and soon arrived at an open-air martial arts arena.

Yang Jiao followed unhurriedly, observing the environment of the Wu clan at will.

From the outside, the houses here look like villages in the mortal realm, and they look very rough, just a confined space built up by some chaotic times, and there is nothing beautiful at all.

Of course, with Yang Jiao's current strength, he can naturally see the essence through the phenomenon, the houses here, every stone is engraved with complex witch patterns, and together it is an incomparably strong and powerful defensive formation, Yang Jiao estimated, even if Yuan Hong made a full effort, he would not be able to destroy any house here in a short period of time.

Xing Tian seemed to feel Yang Jiao's gaze on those witch patterns, and said: "This is the witch pattern of my Wu clan's ancient legends, these houses are made by the sons and daughters themselves, they are very simple, if Brother Yang is interested, look at it again on the training ground, it is the great twelve ancestors of our clan who jointly arranged it, and it is said that the saints cannot be destroyed." ”

When he said the Twelve Ancestors, he was as strong as Xingtian, and his tone was full of respect, and the kind of respect that came from the bloodline leader made Yang Jiao full of shock.

After the birth of the twelve ancestors of the Wu clan, he was born to control a kind of heavenly will, which can be called the most blessed person in the Three Realms, but it is a pity that the will of heaven is unpredictable, and none of the twelve people closest to the heavenly way have been sanctified, and in the end only one of them has fallen.

Both of them were the best of the quasi-saints, and they soon arrived at the training ground of the Wu clan.

As soon as he came to the sky above the training ground, Xingtian's figure slammed into a slam, and then fell to the ground like a meteor.

Yang Jiao felt a great pressure suddenly pressing on his body, and then his body couldn't float in the air, and fell straight towards the ground.

"Such a terrifying coercion, even more powerful than the coercion of the saints of the ancestors, no wonder the saints dare to boast that they cannot be destroyed. ”

Yang Jiao was surprised in his heart, but he still tried his best to resist.

His eyes suddenly turned chaotic, and the body of the Seven Turns Xuangong was also covered with a layer of chaotic light.

The Fusion Will of the Eighth Heaven came out of his body, like a sharp knife, looking straight at the terrifying coercion that was everywhere around him.

Yang Jiao waved his hands, and finally forcibly controlled his drooping body at the moment when the figure was about to land.

"Whew-"

A huge current of air drifted through his body and slammed into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. (To be continued.) )