Ling Fan reached out and stroked the witch stick gently, his eyes flashing with some inexplicable meaning. From the moment he got the witch stick in the pyramid, he could feel the extraordinaryness of the witch stick. After several years of research, although he still gained nothing, he did not lose confidence in the witch stick. Although the witch stick had never listened to his command, in the past few years, the witch stick had saved his life several times. And every time he rushed out to protect it when it endangered his life. It can be seen that the witch stick had long surpassed the category of mortal weapons. Even ordinary immortals and gods did not have the spirituality of the witch stick.

"Witch Staff, what secret do you have? Why did you fall from the hands of the statue and recognize me as the master? Why did you never obey my orders? What are you waiting for?" Ling Fan gently rubbed the witch stick, and tried to communicate with the witch stick in his heart.

But his question ended up sinking into the sea and received no response. The witch stick was still lying quietly in Ling Fan's hand, without any light or emitting any trembling aura. It looked like an ordinary wizard, which was hard to remember. It was the witch stick that was shining golden light just now, and even Wu Yuan was trembling for it!

"Ling Fan?" Just as Ling Fan was pondering and trying to take the opportunity to communicate with the witch walker, Wu Yuan called Ling Fan intermittently, frowned, and his expression slightly condensed. He seemed to have something to say, but he was hesitating.

"Senior Witch, are there any problems?" Ling Fan saw that the communication with Witch Staff had no effect, and Wu Yuan's interruption, and he woke up from his thoughts. With the movement of his mind, the Witch Staff was put into the ring again. His eyes moved slightly and he stared at Wu Yuan strangely and asked.

Wu Yuan frowned and pondered slightly, as if he was having some ideological struggle. However, just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt something suddenly, and his face changed drastically: "No, there is something!"

Wu Zhan and Wu Meng, who were originally immersed in the miracle just now, were awakened by Wu Yuan's sudden roar. Then they released their spiritual consciousness and suddenly noticed something, and their faces suddenly became ugly.

As for Ling Fan, he had already noticed it when Wu Yuan felt the abnormality, so Wu Yuan's sudden shouting did not affect Ling Fan.

"There is an invasion of foreign enemies!" Ling Fan said in a deep voice.

"It's that group of people coming." Wu Yuan's brows were frowned into a piece of cake.

"Why don't you come sooner or later, but you come at this time?" Wu Zhan said with a hatred, "Did that group of people already know that the boss has walked out of the Zhuyin Formation? Or is it that this time they launched a general attack on the Wu clan?"

"Boss, the other party is so aggressive that it is no longer safe to return to the Zhuyin Formation, depending on the situation." At this time, Wu Meng said to Wu Yuan, "Boss, you should stay in the Witch Temple first. Although the Witch Temple is not as good as the Zhuyin Formation, fortunately, the Witch Temple has a ban that has been blessed by the Witch Clan's patriarchs for all generations. Now it is the safest place. I wish they would not dare to make a rash in the Witch Temple." Wu Meng instructed.

"Senior Great Witch, the Five Witches are right. Now, only the Witch Temple is the safest place. Let me deal with this crisis." Seeing that Wu Yuan wanted to refute, Ling Fan, who was beside him, also quickly spoke.

"Oh???" Wu Yuan's expression of refusal was stagnant. Looking at Ling Fan's sincere gaze, he had no choice but to sigh. He would not be willing to let his great witches of the witch clan hide behind him when the crisis broke out. He was unwilling to accept it anyway. But he also understood that he would only be a burden when he went out now. Not only could he not help, but he would only drag them down. After thinking about it, he had to look at Ling Fan a little unwillingly: "Ling Fan, the life and death of the witch clan is completely in your hands. I know that I would ask you for someone who just met my witch clan, which is definitely a difficult task, but I really don't dare to see the witch clan destroy it in my hands."

Wu Yuan looked at Ling Fan with a little hope and a little prayer. For some reason, although he had been with Ling Fan for less than half a day, he couldn't help but have an inexplicable confidence in this young man. This confidence is faith in Ling Fan's power, and it is also a kind of trust in Ling Fan. Perhaps the source of this confidence is Ling Fan's aura of the witch god. After seeing the witch stick shining, these are no longer important. At this time, Ling Fan has actually become a life-saving straw in his eyes. He is even afraid of hearing Ling Fan's rejection???

"Well, senior witch, don't worry, since I can get the inheritance of the witch stick, it means that it is also a fate. The Witch Clan is the inheritance of the witch statue of the pyramid. From a certain level, I and the Witch Clan can be regarded as the same clan. Although I have never had any intersection with the witch clan in the past, at this moment, the rope of fate has tied me and the witch clan tightly together, so I will do my best to protect the witch clan in any case!" Ling Fan said sincerely. His words may be a bit exaggerated, but they are not false. If the god statue had not let his blood flow back and merged with him in the pyramid, he would not have survived until now. The Witch Clan is the inheritor of the witch statue. Today he chose to bear the crisis of rescuing the witch clan. In a sense, it is also a kind of repayment from Ling Fan to that statue.

"Okay???Okay???Okay, I'll feel relieved." Seeing Ling Fan's sincere promise, the burden that had been pressing on Wu Yuan seemed to be removed, and he couldn't help but sigh with joy. In an instant, he seemed to have been aged for dozens of years, and his entire face could no longer be described as old and haggard.

"Lao Liu, you are here to protect the boss. I will go out with Lord Wu Shen to see the situation." Wu Meng reminded Wu Zhan.

"No need, my old bone is like this. No matter how much I protect it, it's useless. It's better to have more combat power to protect the people in the clan. Moreover, those people know that the terrible ban on the Witch Temple is. I think no one dares to enter the Witch Temple to commit rampant!" Wu Yuan waved his hand to stop him.

"Oh??? That's all, that's all." Wu Meng sighed helplessly, "Boss, you must stay in the Witch Temple. Don't go out no matter what happens outside." In fact, the bigger reason why he asked Wu Zhan to stay was to let Wu Zhan watch Wu Yuan and stop Wu Yuan from going out no matter what happens outside. However, Wu Zhan, the big boss, did not see Wu Meng's purpose, and Wu Yuan was a mature figure, so he naturally knew Wu Meng's intention. In this case, Wu Meng's calculation had to end.

Then, Ling Fan and the other two rushed out of the Witch Temple without any hesitation.

As soon as he rushed out of the Witch Temple, his vision suddenly became clear. With the sound of breaking through the air, several figures came straight to the Witch Temple from afar.

The Witch Temple is the tallest building of the Witch Clan. At this time, standing on the Witch Temple and looking at the Witch Clan below, you can clearly see it. At this time, countless monks were fighting fiercely with the Witch Clan. Bamboo houses collapsed one after another, and red blood drew an elegant arc in the void. It was impossible to tell whether it was the blood of the monk or the blood of the Witch Clan.

"Bastard!" Wu Zhan, who had all this, suddenly had a bloody red look. At this moment, the peaceful and peaceful witch clan had become a purgatory on earth. How could Wu Zhan, who was originally impulsive by nature, bear it? He was so angry that he just wanted to rush into the battlefield of fighting in an instant, and then tore the invaders to pieces and pay tribute to the dead witch man's spirit in heaven with blood.

"Lao Liu, calm down!" Just as the blood of the Wu Zhan beast was surging, and he was about to burst out and rushed into the battlefield with all his might, Wu Meng's cold shout suddenly rang in Wu Zhan's ears.

"Lao Wu, how can you calm me down? Those monks have all entered our nest. Look at how many tribesmen have died at the hands of those hateful monks. How can you calm me down?!" Wu Zhan said angrily.

"Watch snakes three inches, and kill dragons and dragon heads. What can you do if you rush down now? Can you still destroy those small minions in an instant? What we need to do is to erase those leaders. Only in this way can we completely resolve this crisis of our clan! And you have to believe that the men of our clan are all fighters! How can fighters bully their own land!" At this moment, Wu Meng, who is lazy by nature, no longer has sleepiness and shouted to Wu Zhan, saying every word and sentence is sonorous and powerful.

Wu Meng's repeated shouts were like a wake-up call, awakening Wu Zhan, who was blinded by anger. Wu Zhan, who was originally surging with anger, suddenly woke up a little, "What should we do? Do we just ignore the life and death of the tribe?" Wu Zhan was originally simple-minded. Although he now knew that even if he rushed into the battlefield of fighting, he had no idea.

"Listen to Lord Wu Shen." Wu Meng did not directly answer Wu Zhan's words, but looked at Ling Fan. Since even the boss trusted him so much, what reason did he have to distrust this man who brought him endless shock?

Wu Zhan was stunned when he heard this, and then he looked at Ling Fan with hope. At this moment, Ling Fan had become the backbone of Wu Meng and Wu Zhan.

Seeing that Wu Meng and Wu Zhan trusted him so much, Ling Fan couldn't help but feel a sense of pressure and could not disappoint them???

"The Five Witches are right. Kill the snake three inches and kill the dragon head. As long as the leader of the invader is wiped out, those small minions will naturally break without attacking." Ling Fan also turned his gaze to the several figures rushing towards the Witch Temple in the void.

"Are they?" Wu Zhan also noticed Ling Fan's gaze, and his voice was a little cold.

Ling Fan didn't say anything, just nodded lightly, then his figure flashed and suddenly flew down the Witch Temple. He didn't know if there was a ban in the void around the Witch Temple, so just in case, he still did not choose to rush into the void directly. After all, the ban has no spirituality. Anyone who violated the ban will trigger the backlash of the ban. If that happens, the situation will be bad.

So Ling Fan chose to rush down the Witch Temple at the fastest speed. Although the steps were 9981, it was just a piece of cake for Ling Fan, who was almost at full speed. In the blink of an eye, Ling Fan's figure flashed to the bottom level.
Chapter completed!