An Chun's eyes were cold, and he was about to use his magical power. Suddenly, the void was turbulent, and a huge python tail tore through the void and slammed it down.
"Bang!"
A loud noise was made.
An Chun's whole body was shot away, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he looked forward with a horrified face.
But the moment he looked up.
Tang Ming had already soared in the air, the totem on the back of his left hand burst out with light, and his breath was violent.
"Boom!"
A streak of white flame penetrated the void and appeared around An Chun in an instant. All the witchcraft power was drained from his body, and the white flame fell into his body.
In an instant.
"ah!!"
An Chun let out a shrill scream.
No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the burning range of the forest white flames. What was even more terrifying was that as the forest white flames fell, the witchcraft power in An Chun's body not only failed to help him escape, but also poured fuel on the forest white flames like a raging fire.
The burning ground becomes more and more violent.
"Jiuli Witch Fire!"
"This is Jiuli Witch Fire!"
"This is the sacred fire of our witch clan. Rumor has it that those who possess this fire can control all witchcraft powers, including the witchcraft power within the body of a witch cultivator."
"I remember ancient books record that Jiuli Witch Fire can only be used by ancient ancestral witches, right?"
"I also remember that even the Lord Divine Witch cannot control Jiuli Witch Fire..." "..." Seeing this forest white flame.
All the powerful men in the Witch Temple, including the temple master Ran Xuan, had their eyelids twitching wildly and were extremely shocked.
High in the air.
The Jiuli witch fire burned more and more fiercely, and An Chun's blood-curdling screams continued to sound inside.
Whoa! Tang Ming rose into the sky and looked down.
Behind him, Zhu Jiuyin's huge Dharma form was entrenched behind him, Jiuli witch fire surrounded him, and the divine witch totem burst out with light.
"I, Tang Ming, the son of Jin Yuerong!"
"He is also the master of the Ancestral Witch Dharma and the owner of the Divine Witch Totem. Anyone who dares to disobey will be killed without mercy!"
Tang Ming's breath was sharp.
Boom! Murderous intent surged, Jiuli Witch Fire surged instantly, and with a shrill scream, An Chun's whole body exploded instantly, blood mist surged, but was quickly burned into nothingness by Jiuli Witch Fire.
The high priest of the Witch Temple, An Chun, died.
After beheading a high priest, Tang Ming showed no expression on his face, still staring down coldly, his murderous intent stirring.
"The ancient witches are in turmoil and evil cultivators are raging. Only those who are decisive and decisive can resolve the desperate situation of our witch clan."
Zhu Gexin said calmly: "I have surrendered to the witch masters, including Jin Hongjiao, Wei Chu and other powerful people."
"In addition, the charm of the ancestral witch from our Zhu clan has also been integrated with the clone of the ancestral witch summoned by the witch. In other words, the witch can control the ancestral shaman at will."
"Ran Xuan, what are you waiting for?"
"..." Everyone's hearts trembled.
The ancient witch now has the protection of two powerful people who can transcend the tribulation realm, one is Zhu Gexin and two are the ancestral witches and Dharma ministers.
As a result, both of them respected Tang Ming.
Coupled with the surrender of Zhu clan, Jin clan, Wei clan, Yan clan and other major tribes, the power of Tang Ming Dynasty has reached the extreme.
Far beyond the Witch Temple.
It can be said that if Tang Ming gave the order, the forces around him would be enough to destroy all the witch temples! The atmosphere in the scene.
It gets chilly.
"I, Ran Xuan, the 245th generation master of the Shaman Temple, pay my respects to the Master Shaman."
Ran Xuan no longer hesitated, he stepped back and took a walk, kneeling heavily on his knees.
See him kneeling down.
Many powerful men from the Witch Temple behind him also knelt down at the same time and said in unison: "Greetings to the Lord Divine Witch."
The master of the Shaman Temple leads many powerful men in the Shaman Temple to kneel down and express their submission.
From now on.
The Witch Temple will follow the tradition and will only become a power structure that obeys the orders of Tang Ming and Miao Liyun, conveys the instructions of the witches, and executes the orders of the witches.
Tang Ming lowered his eyes and scanned the audience.
Jin Hongjiao and Jin Tianlan also looked up. They were very excited at the moment and seemed to be expecting something.
"Now that you have surrendered, I will issue the first order."
Tang Ming spoke slowly.
Ran Xuan and others waited for orders with respectful expressions.
"Lift the restrictions in the secret room facing the wall of the Witch Temple and release my mother."
Tang Ming looked at it coldly.
The whole body was filled with Jiuli witch fire, and the ancestral witch and Dharma minister also stared down coldly.
When Ran Xuan and others heard this, they couldn't help being slightly stunned, and then looked at each other a few times, but in the end, several high priests nodded one after another and stood up slowly.
"We will obey the orders of the witch."
Ran Xuan bowed and saluted, then stood up.
A wave of sleeves and robe.
"Buzz——" A totem appeared between Ran Xuan's eyebrows.
The other five high priests did the same and summoned their own totems.
The six totems burst out with light, forming an illusory formation in the void. The wall-facing secret room of the Witch Temple was where the six high priests arranged the forbidden method.
Contact now would naturally require the six high priests to personally take action.
Originally, this kind of thing did not require the palace master Ran Xuan to personally take action, but An Chun had been killed by Tang Ming just now, and the Witch Temple could not recruit six high priests, so he, the palace master, had to take action personally.
"Bah!"
Ran Xuan's breath surged, his robes were not stirred by the wind, and he suddenly reached out and patted the Witch Temple high in the sky.
Wow! The void is turbulent.
The witch temple suddenly trembled, and six totems with strong aura rotated and turned into a beam of light and rushed forward.
But the beam of light falling into the Witch Temple was like a mud cow falling into the sea, without causing any fluctuation.
"Um?"
The six high priests looked stunned and activated their witchcraft power again.
But suddenly.
"Boom!"
The beam of light suddenly shattered.
"What's going on?"
Tang Ming's aura became fierce, he took a step forward, and the majestic pressure was released.
"Back to Master Shenwu, there seems to be something wrong with this restriction...but it shouldn't be."
Ran Xuan's face was full of doubts.
The other five high priests were also confused.
"What does it mean that something went wrong with the ban?"
"You are the master of the Temple of Witches. Are you unable to even lift the ban? Or, do you dare to violate it in disguise?"
Tang Ming's eyes were sharp.
The Jiuli Witch Fire around him also became manic, just when Tang Ming was about to take a violent attack.
Sudden.
A trembling voice came from the front: "Tang...Tang Ming, you are Xiao Ming..." Whoa! Tang Ming suddenly raised his head.
High in the sky, a side door of the Witch Temple opened, and a beautiful woman wearing plain white clothes came out.
The beautiful woman is about forty years old. She does not wear makeup, but her facial features are very beautiful and gentle. Her long black hair hangs down behind her like a waterfall.
now.
This beautiful woman walked out of the Witch Temple with hot tears in her eyes. She covered her mouth with one hand to prevent herself from crying. She held the corner of the wall with her other hand and squeezed the wall tightly with her five fingers. The pain coming from her knuckles turned white and told her.
All this was not a dream for her, but reality.
Boom! Tang Ming was also shocked.
In an instant.
Tang Ming's breath calmed down, the Jiuli Witch Fire dissipated, and the Ancestral Witch Faxiang retreated, staring blankly at the familiar figure in front of him.
This is his mother.
She is his biological mother.
She was his biological mother whom he missed and longed for countless times in his dreams.
Even though Tang Ming had thousands of words to say at this moment, there was only one word on his lips.