"Xiao Chan." After being rejected, the Witch God's face was a little unnatural. "The elders of the clan all agree with this matter. If you and I join forces, the Ghost Martial Clan..."

"Okay!" He Qiuchan stood up and turned his back to him: "I don't want to say some words a second time. The ancestor has not been resurrected yet, so let's talk about everything when the ancestor is resurrected."

When he was talking, He Qiuchan felt a little disgusted between his eyebrows.

"Also, don't suppress me with the elders, I won't eat this set."

Her tough attitude made the Witch God a little embarrassed. "Xiaochan, we are not young anymore. The Guiwu clan has taken the resurrection of ancestors as its mission for generations, but thousands of years have passed, and the ancestors' bodies have not been found yet! Could it be that if we cannot resurrect our ancestors in this life, you will not marry me in this life?"

The Witch God became more and more excited as he spoke. He simply stood up, grabbed He Qiuchan's arm, and shouted: "Xiaochan, why! What did I not do well enough? You said!"

"Let me go!" He Qiuchan pushed away the Witch God's arm, forcibly suppressed his anger, and said coldly: "I have someone I like. But that person is not you."

"Who! Who is that person?" The Witch God's eyes were blood red, and he completely lost his previous calmness.

Anyone could have thought that the high priest of the Ghost Martial Clan was actually a young man!

"It doesn't matter who he is." He Qiuchan turned around, his eyes cold: "That's a man you will never be able to beat in your life! Zisu, I hope you can distinguish between public and private. The most important thing now is the resurrection of the ancestor."

"Who is he!" Zi Su roared almost roaring!

Because he was too excited, he accidentally hit the table in He Qiuchan's abdomen.

"Zi Su! Don't let me hate you!" He Qiuchan frowned and gently rubbed her stomach with her hands.

The impact just now was very powerful.

Makes her uncomfortable.

"You...have you got his child?" Zi Su suddenly collapsed on the chair, his eyes covered with red blood. "No...it doesn't matter. I will raise the child when he is born. As long as you can..."

"You are not worthy of raising her child!" He Qiuchan strode to the door, pushed open the door, turned around and looked at Zisu: "If you are not qualified to find the remaining body of your ancestors, I will report to the elders and transfer you back!"

Bang!

After saying that, she closed the door heavily.

Only the high priest of the Guiwu clan with dull eyes left in the room.

"Damn it! My son Su showed his talent at the age of ten, and became the priest of the Guiwu clan at the age of eighteen! To this day, how many people in the world can be stronger than me! He Qiuchan, you don't know how to polite..."

Love can deform people.

But at this moment.

The door was pushed open.

He Qiuchan stood at the door, took a deep breath, and forced a smile: "My previous words were joking. All I thought about in my heart was how to resurrect the ancestors, I'm sorry."

She didn't want to make the relationship too stiff even though she hadn't achieved her great career.

Seeing that the ancestor's arm was in the royal court, if it was a big mistake because of the two people's voluntary dispute, He Qiuchan would regret it for the rest of her life.

"Really?" Zi Su's originally dim eyes suddenly flashed.

Looking forward to appear again.

"Yes." He Qiuchan nodded.

She has always regarded Zisu as a friend.

Friends who have no relationship with each other.

Besides, she already had Li Shier in her heart.

If you look at any man again, you won’t like him.

"You mean, I can raise the child in your belly?" Zisu stood up excitedly, as if he realized that he had lost his composure. He quickly tidied up his clothes and asked with a smile: "If you like, the child can take his surname."

"You..." Perhaps because the weather was a little hot, He Qiuchan felt a little stuffy in her chest. "Okay, let it go!"

Let it go, I am tired.

"Follow me?" Zisu's original anger and unwillingness disappeared. "Thank you for letting the child take my surname."

Looking at He Qiuchan's back, Zi Su felt very happy.

He put on his robe and hood and quietly left the room.

Go outside to check the situation.

The sun sets little by little.

In the royal court, it is particularly busy.

Any warrior with some skills will be urgently recruited to participate in a huge project.

For many years, Wang Ting has not experienced such a high-standard emergency transfer.

It looks like facing a great enemy.

As the sky gradually darkened, the warriors in the royal court seemed to have completed the task and returned to rest one after another.

The royal court seemed a little empty.

Only the inner hall is still on lights.

This is where the array eye is located and someone needs to be guarded for a long time.

"Although something happened, in my heart, the Ten Palaces of Hell is still the strongest formation! This time, we set the formation under our feet. Even if he has the ability to connect the sky in the west building, he may have to come and go!"

Duan Tongtian stood in the middle of the hall, raised his head and looked at the chandelier above his head.

There is an arm in the lamp.

It is this arm that provides a continuous stream of spiritual power to maintain the Ten Palaces of Yama Formation.

Unlike the last time, Duan Tongtian became more rigorous after fighting against Li Shier.

Outside the formation, there were sixteen copper pillars, which were inserted into the soil.

Try to absorb more spiritual power.

Duan Tongtian was very confident in the Ten Palaces of Yama Formation, which took nearly a thousand warriors a whole day to create.

Compared with the fast formation, this time-consuming casting has increased its power very much!

"You must guard this place well. As long as the array eye is there, the Ten Palaces of Hell will never be able to be broken!"

Duan Tongtian was very cautious.

The battle in the suburbs had a great impact on him.

"Don't worry, master, we will never let outsiders enter here."

Zhang Wanhei lost his previous arrogance and replaced it with some concerns.

Fortunately, Duan Tongtian was in charge and they were more at ease.

But suddenly.

Duan Tongtian stretched out his hand and signaled to Jing Jing.

"Illusion?" He narrowed his eyes, picked up the teacup on the table, and splashed it casually!

The teas seemed to have encountered obstacles and were torn apart in the air.

Duan Tongtian saw the opportunity, pulled out the dagger from his sleeve, and quickly cut it off!

At the same time, the sleeves were brushed down!

Thirteen flying knives fell in front of the door!

A barrier is formed!

Stop the illusion!

"Shh!" He lowered his voice and made a silent gesture: "Someone outside created an illusion. We remained silent and watched the changes."

The formation developer has a very strong perception of this power.

Ordinary people cannot detect the illusion at all, but Duan Tongtian can feel it clearly.

When the other four people in the room heard these whispers, they all sat back to their original positions.

Fantasy?

Could it be the Ghost Martial Clan?

Crunch.

The door was slowly pushed open.

He Qiuchan was dressed in black and entered the room.

She looked around and found a strange face.

But everyone looked dull and seemed to have fallen into a illusion, so she didn't care.

After a brief observation of the situation, He Qiuchan took out a compass from his pocket.

The pointer on the compass keeps rotating and finally points to the top of the head.

“On it?”

He Qiuchan raised her head and found that there was only a lamp on her head.

She jumped and grabbed the chandelier with one hand, and was surprised to find that there was actually a pitch-black arm in the lamp!

"Saint, what are you doing here?"
Chapter completed!