Chapter 1,177: Desire for a true opponent

To the north of Jiyang City.

There is a special palace.

The palace is solemn and solemn.

It is square and upright, shaped like a huge stone.

The palace was built with the same materials as the altar.

They are all made of volcanic stone.

Moreover, the sizes and specifications of the volcanic rocks are also exactly the same.

This is a very high honor in Jiyang City.

Although there are no totem patterns on this palace.

But there is a word "witch" in it.

This character "witch" is very strange. It is neither regular script nor seal script.

It is a script unique to southern Xinjiang.

It is shaped like a mountain spirit and looks like a ghost.

As if there is life.

And this palace was named Xiaowu Palace.

As for the Great Witch Palace.

Nature is in Wushan.

This small witch temple is the landmark building of the witch sect in Jiyang City.

Now a disciple of the witchcraft religion.

All live here.

And the Holy Son of Witchcraft is also here.

"Lord Holy Son, an interesting thing happened at the gathering place in the south of the city today."

A somewhat old voice chuckled and spoke.

The speaker was an old woman.

The old woman was wearing a gray robe and was not tall.

On the contrary, it is a little short.

A white bone staff was held in her hand.

It seems a bit eerie and weird.

The old woman's face was very ugly, and there was a spider-like pattern on her forehead.

She had no teeth in her mouth and her lips moved when she spoke.

It looks very impressive.

But her aura was very powerful.

He is clearly a powerful person in the powerful realm.

In witchcraft.

There is one wizard saint and four powerful ancestors.

And this old woman.

He is the ancestor of Northern Wu.

The strength of the fourth level of the Great Power Realm.

"Oh? Something interesting?"

A slightly cold voice sounded.

Echoed in the hall.

Like the collision of ice, people can't help but feel awe.

I saw him opposite the ancestor of Northern Wu.

A young man sat cross-legged.

The young man looks about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Wearing a dark suit.

Her long dark green hair fell over her shoulders and hung down her back.

Like a waterfall.

His skin is very white, very white.

Most people's skin is as white as snow and jade.

But his whiteness is like the purest white light in the world.

The whole body is translucently white.

Even through the skin, the flesh, blood and bones inside can be faintly seen.

Very strange!

At this time, he was sitting cross-legged, pointing like a flower.

Eyes slightly closed.

There is a faint aura surrounding the mouth and nose.

But instead of inhaling it into the body, it turned into two air snakes and wandered between the nose.

His facial features are regular, although not handsome.

But it feels perfect.

At this time he was sitting cross-legged.

There seemed to be two gods guarding him behind him.

One left and one right.

This person is none other than the Holy Son of Witchcraft.

"I heard that there was a warrior who bought elixirs on a large scale, which later attracted the attention of the Huangyuan tribe, and Jiao Xuan made a fortune. Jiao Xuan wanted to include him in the tribe, but he refused."

"Now this matter has become a big deal, and the seven major tribes are also getting ready to take action. They seem to want to take action against this person."

"It's going to be a fun night tonight!"

The Northern Wu ancestor chuckled.

She likes this kind of gossip the most.

Every time there was such interesting news, she would inquire about it.

At this time, I also revealed the news, hoping to share it with the Holy Son.

"Warrior?"

The Holy Son of the Witch Cult frowned slightly, seeming to be a little displeased with the warrior.

"Lord Saint Son, are you interested? Why don't I go with you to see the excitement?"

The ancestor of Northern Wu saw the Holy Son like this.

He immediately made a suggestion.

She always liked to watch this kind of excitement.

"It's just a small fuss, not worth seeing. Our mission this time is to hold a good wizard's conference, don't lose the big for the small!"

The Holy Son of Witchcraft shook his head.

His vision has long gone beyond the southern border and looked at the entire Xuanhuang world.

A mere warrior was not taken seriously by him at all.

Let's hold a wizard's conference this time.

It's because of the leader's order.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be interested in this wizarding convention.

Now he just wants to end this Wizards Conference safely.

Then go back and continue practicing.

Only becoming stronger is the right way!
To be continued...