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Chapter 1722 She is my friend!

The night sky was dark and the wind was howling.

A group of black mist merged into the night, moving very fast and rushing a thousand meters away in an instant. However, the black mist still did not dare to be careless. It made several turns in a row and flew over densely forested areas.

About ten minutes later.

"Huh..." The ancient witch elder panted heavily and stopped in a hidden mountain stream. The crutch in his hand shook slightly.

Wow! A van fell out of thin air.

The van was in very bad condition, with the roof torn off and even the body of the van severely deformed.

The driver and two other witch cultivators hurriedly ran out, looking around with frightened expressions: "Elder, where is the military warrior?"

"I'm trapped for the time being, but I can't be trapped for long."

The elder's face was as pale as a sheet, and he slumped down on the rock: "I just used the secret technique to bring you into the magic weapon space and rush on. It consumed too much. I need to adjust my breathing for a few minutes."

Say it.

He turned his hand, and a jade bottle appeared in his palm, containing a green liquid.

Take it orally.

The elder's expression softened slightly, and he quickly crossed his legs to mobilize the spiritual power of heaven and earth to recover.

In the deserted mountain stream, it is extremely quiet, with only the sound of insects lingering.

Several witch cultivators looked at each other and saw a hint of palpitations and fear in each other's pupils.

Especially when I think of the scene where the middle-aged witch cultivator was instantly killed by a military warrior with one punch, I feel even more frightened.

five minutes later.

The elder interrupted his practice and stood up and said: "Get ready to leave. A strict investigation must have been launched in Jinling. In any case, let's leave Jinling first."

"I will lead Miao Liyun, you all should follow each other, don't fall behind."

The words fell.

He reached out and grabbed the van in front, and the back compartment was torn apart. An unconscious girl was held up in the void by force, and it was Miao Liyun.

"Elder, how about you adjust your breathing again?"

A sorcerer said hesitantly: "You don't look good..." "There's no time."

The elder's face was gloomy: "You have seen before that we have deliberately chosen such a remote path, and we can encounter secular traffic police and military warriors."

"This is no coincidence."

"But Jinling has already launched a strict investigation. If it continues to be delayed, it is estimated that it will not be able to escape."

Speaking of which.

He frowned and looked at Miao Liyun with a gloomy expression: "It's just a little strange. Logically speaking, this girl from Miaojiazhai shouldn't have anything to do with the world, let alone the Military and Military Administration. It's just because a college student is missing, here in Jinling

The reaction is a bit strange..." A witch cultivator with a scar on his eyebrow said ferociously: "Damn, we will lose a lot for this girl, otherwise we will kill her directly!"

"You dare?"

The elder looked at the man coldly: "This is the cauldron provoked by the young village leader himself. He threatened to bring it back intact. The village master and the priest also specifically explained it."

"I have checked that this female doll from the Miao Village has the potential to be a saint. It is for this reason that she was favored by the young master of the village."

"As long as he practices dual cultivation through her, the young village leader can step into the transformation of gods in one fell swoop, and maybe he will be favored by the witch god..." The witch god! Hearing these two words, the witch cultivator immediately did not dare to say anything more.

Not to mention that he is also from Wujiazhai.

Just saying that the young leader is the new ‘Wizard’ of the Witch Temple, they would not dare to disobey orders.

"I have almost recovered, leave Jinling as soon as possible!"

"Let's go..." The elder was not idle just now. He continued to recover while talking.

soon.

The group of people left the mountain stream and traveled through the dense mountain forests. Occasionally they encountered wild beasts that hunted at night. In the end, they were torn apart without even roaring.

Phew! Phew! Phew... The night was quiet.

Only black shadows shuttled through the mountains and forests.

Sudden.

"stop!"

The elder shouted lowly and stopped first.

"Elder, what's wrong?"

The witch cultivator who had previously acted as the driver asked in confusion.

"Something's wrong!"

The elder's eyebrows twitched and his tone was serious: "At midnight, it is reasonable to say that there will be many nocturnal beasts in the mountains and forests, but except for a few we encountered at the beginning, we have not encountered any now."

The driver replied: "It's probably because the wild beasts outside are too afraid of the smell of strangers. Unlike the wild beasts in the mountains of our Miao border, even cultivators dare to kill them."

The elder asked again: "Where is the sound of insects?"

Um?

At this time, the driver's expression finally became solemn.

There is no sound of insects! They are all the elites of the ancient witch clan in Miao territory. They have grown up in the Shiwan Mountains since childhood and are very familiar with the rules of the mountains and forests.

It can be understood without the beast.

But there was no sound of insects, so something was wrong! The atmosphere in the venue became deathly silent, so quiet that one could hear the beating of the heart, and it was so quiet that one could feel chills on the back.

But soon.

This silence was broken, but these sorcerers felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

"When will the monks of the ancient witchcraft of Miao territory be able to step into the secular world at will?"

A cold voice sounded faintly.

Following this voice, a young man strolled out in front of him, it was Tang Ming.

After seeing Tang Ming, the ancient witch elder was slightly startled, frowned and asked: "You are not a military warrior, who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is..." Tang Ming gently raised his hand and pointed at the unconscious Miao Liyun: "She is my friend."

What! The ancient witch elder's pupils narrowed. At this moment, he was thinking a lot.

Originally, I was still wondering why the kidnapping of Miao Liyun would lead to the dispatch of military warriors. It turns out that the problem is not Miao Liyun, but this young man! "..." The ancient witch elder hesitated for a while and said in a deep voice.

He said: "Your Excellency may not be very clear, but Miao Liyun is also a member of the ancient witch clan in Miao territory. She violated the rules of the ancient witches, and we were ordered to take her back."

"Yeah?"

Tang Ming laughed, but when this smile fell in the eyes of the people opposite him, he felt that the air around him was slightly frozen.

The ancient witch elder shouted: "Why are you laughing?"

"I laughed at you Wujiazhai people for being too naive. Why do you think you can deceive me with what you just said?

Forget about your Wujiazhai, even if someone comes from the Miaojiazhai or the Witch God's Temple, they will never kidnap my friends in front of me."

Tang Ming smiled lightly and said.

But his words caused the ancient witch elder's expression to change drastically.

The other party knows their origins! "Do it!"

A loud shout.

The black wooden crutch in the hand of the ancient witch elder instantly erupted into billowing black mist.

The three ancient witch monks beside them even drank. The tattoos on their skin suddenly glowed with light, and a sense of arrogance filled their bodies.

"Boring."

Tang Ming shook his head slightly and flicked his fingers.

A trace of blood flashed on his fingertips.

Zheng! A slender flying sword instantly cut through the void.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The two ancient witch monks were beheaded directly before they launched an offensive.

This was not over yet, Shura's flying sword disappeared into the void, and instantly struck the ancient witch elder's body with fierce sword energy.

"Crack!"

The black wooden crutch broke at the sound.

"You are in the realm of transformation into gods..." Upon seeing this, the ancient witch elder's pupils narrowed and he couldn't help but exclaimed.


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