Faced with Gu Fenghua's unfathomable ancient witchcraft, he didn't even have the chance to activate the soul of the destiny of the witch to die together.
"You are not your Nether Witch Clan, but you can still be..." When Duanmu Linxiu heard Duanmu, the hatred that Ji Mingfeng had just thrown behind his head immediately came back, and he asked sharply.
However, before he finished speaking, he realized that Lord Saint Witch was still in front of him and could not tolerate himself being arrogant. He quickly stopped talking and said to Gu Fenghua with a sad look on his face: "It's not just my son Wei, but over the years, there are nine spiritual witch clans in total.
The genius junior was brutally killed. Please ask Lord Saint Witch to take control of my spiritual witch clan."
Behind him, except for Jiang Liangshi and the few elders, he showed thoughts, other spiritual witch tribe members looked at the Nether Witch tribe members opposite, with hatred in their eyes.
"This matter is a bit strange. Elder Ji, don't worry. When the truth is found out, I will definitely preside over justice for the Spirit Witch clan." Gu Fenghua said in a deep thought.
She didn't know anything about what happened in the Holy Witch Valley before, and she intuitively felt that Duanmu Linxiu was not lying. Besides, with Duanmu Linxiu's strength, no one in the Spirit Witch clan was his opponent, so he really didn't need to send him a lie.
Man assassinated descendants of the Spirit Witch clan.
However, Old Lady Ji asked correctly. Who else could it be if it wasn't the Nether Witch clan?
After hearing Gu Fenghua said this, Ji Mingfeng's eyes showed a little unwilling expression, but he did not dare to attack.
Gu Fenghua saw through her at first sight and didn't say much. She was guided by the scroll to the Holy Witch Valley, with the purpose of finding a way to resolve the disaster of destruction. As for the grudge between the Spirit Witch Clan and the Underworld Witch Clan, she will find a way to find out in the future.
The truth is.
"Elder Duanmu, I heard that when the Spirit Witch clan left, he took away some murals?" Gu Fenghua asked Duanmu Lin Xiu.
"Yes, my Nether Witch Clan returns to the Holy Witch Valley this time to return the murals, promote my ancient witch art, and work together to deal with the disaster of destruction." Duanmu Linxiu replied with his back.
"Have you brought that mural?" Gu Fenghua asked.
"If you bring it back, you will seal it in this staff." Duanmu Linxiu replied.
Gu Fenghua was secretly glad that fortunately stopped the two of them in time just now, otherwise the staff would have been destroyed while they died together, and most of the murals sealed therein would not be able to escape.
"That's good, Elder Duanmu, please follow me." Gu Fenghua said as he walked towards the hall.
Duanmu Linxiu knew that her intention was to rebrand the murals in the hall and follow them step by step.
Ji Mingfeng obviously couldn't believe him, for fear that the "old thief" would do anything. He was with Gu Fenghua's other side, and his hen eyes were rotating, staring at Duanmu Linxiu for a moment.
At this moment, Gu Fenghua suddenly felt a thrill in his heart, and a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart, and even the hairs on his back were standing upright.
In addition to the previous few times she wanted to borrow the power of her blood to draw out the magic sword, this was the first time she felt such a strong crisis.
"Be careful!" Gu Fenghua didn't even think about it, and reached out to push Duanmu Linxiu and Ji Mingxiu out, and turned around quickly, grabbed the hilt of the sword and slashed out with a sword.
Her movements were extremely fast, but as she turned around, a figure appeared out of thin air, and the long sword in her hand pierced at the vital point of her heart like lightning.
"Clang!" Jin Tie cried out, and Gu Fenghua slashed at the tip of the sword that was stabbing with a sword.
Although he blocked this fatal blow when he was unable to fire, Gu Fenghua instinctively took action hastily, and even the holy energy did not have time to condense, so how could he exert his true strength? The opponent's sword was obviously prepared.