The witch sects present sacrificed to the witch sect, headed by Zu Wenheng.

He is a sacrificial priest of the War Department of the Witch Cult, a great perfect practice of transcendence, and himself is a member of the Zu clan, one of the ten immortal giants in the eighth heavenly realm.

Seeing that everyone present showed murderous intent to Lin Xun, Zu Wenheng coughed dryly and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, when the immortal Taoist battle begins, Lin Xun's son will definitely die."

"What if he leaves from the Ten Directions Demon Realm alive?"

Someone asked.

"Under such a situation, if this son can still return alive, it can only prove that our sect is too incompetent!"

Zu Wenheng said coldly.

In one sentence, everyone present changed slightly.

"Of course this is impossible. If any powerful person in the world of Nirvana God Great Perfection will definitely die, let alone a small person in the early stage of Nirvana God."

Someone sneered.

"Yes, not to mention that it is not just our witch sect to eradicate Talin Xun this time."

Some people looked indifferent.

"Report! The powerful people of Yuan Sect have arrived!"

A thunderous sound came from a distance.

Suddenly, everyone stopped talking and looked over.

I saw Fang Daoping, Yuan Xiliu and the other two were in front, and Lin Xun and five other participants were behind, and rushed towards this side together.

"I, Zu Wenheng, have met my friends from the Yuan Sect!"

In front of the God's Hall, Zu Wenheng walked forward and greeted him with a smile.

After greetings one by one, Lin Xun and his group were arranged in a seat on the side of the hall.

After Lin Xun, Yuan Changtian and other five people sat down, they also became the focus of attention of the audience.

When these powerful witch sects looked at Yuan Changtian, they all restrained a lot and did not dare to be so arrogant. Obviously, they also knew that he was from the Ninth Heaven Realm and had a special identity.

But when their eyes looked at Lin Xun, Li Zhen, Cao Beidou, and Yun Tianming, they no longer had the restraint, became unscrupulous, and had a faint smell of scrutiny.

Especially when looking at Lin Xun, many of them were mixed with cold murderous intent and did not hide it at all.

This is the style of the powerful witch sects. They are not respectful to heaven and earth, are not afraid of ghosts and gods, and are not bound by etiquette and law, so they do not hide their views on the enemy at all.

Lin Xun was too lazy to pay attention to this.

Although this is the territory of the ancestral temple of the Witch Cult, they represent the Yuan Sect. No matter how unrestrained these witch cult powerful men dare not do anything too much.

"Brother Lin, look, that's Cang Fufeng."

Suddenly, Lin Xun's voice transmission sounded in his ears. He followed his gaze and saw five powerful witch sects sitting on the seat next to the hall.

These five people are powerful witch sects who are about to participate in the immortal Taoist war, four men and one woman, each with powerful and terrifying aura.

Cang Fufeng, who was in Yuan Changtian's mouth, sat in the first position on the left, wearing a black robe, fair skin, long gray hair hangs down by his waist, and his handsome facial features were covered with cold and fierce expressions.

When he noticed Lin Xun's gaze, Cang Fufeng looked up slightly and saw that his eyes were like bright flames and gems, surging with terrifying flames, which seemed to burn the sky!

If an ordinary person was caught by him like this, his mind would probably be shocked and terrified.

But Lin Xun was as calm as before.

An inexplicable curve appeared on the corner of Cang Fufeng's lips, and he withdrew his gaze.

Yuan Changtian, who saw all this, sent a voice to him and asked: "How is Brother Lin, is he confident in dealing with this son of the God Cang clan."

Lin Xun said quietly: "Only a powerful character like this can suppress him if he is a character like Brother Yuan."

Yuan Changtian was stunned, smiled, and stopped talking.

Suddenly, a man sitting next to Cang Fufeng's seat stood up and walked straight towards Lin Xun.

He has dark skin and thick bones. When he walks, he feels like a mountain moving across, exuding an extremely fierce and fierce atmosphere.

Huo Xiao!

One of the five strong men who represented the witch sect to participate in the immortal Taoist war this time, the Great Perfect Dao Practice of Nirvana Realm, is an elder of the War Department.

When he saw him walking towards Lin Xun, many eyes were attracted.

"It was you who defeated Xing Jun?"

Huo Xiao stood in front of Lin Xun, looked down at him and spoke.

"good."

Lin Xun picked up the wine gourd and drank it.

Huo Xiao grinned, showed his snow-white teeth, and said, "The immortal Taoist battle has not begun yet. What's better than a fight between you and me? I promise not to beat you to death."

Restlessness in the field.

Cao Beidou and Yun Tianming looked at each other, and they couldn't help but gloat in their hearts.

Before the Immortal Taoist War began, someone came to the door with great momentum. This shows that Lin Xun attracted a lot of hatred.

In the distance, the great figures of the Witch Cult were smiling and watching this scene, with a playful look on their faces, and they didn't stop them.

Yuan Changtian's eyes flashed, pondering without saying a word.

The source of Xiliu is to see the nose, nose and heart, and it is ignorant of it.

Fang Daoping frowned.

Lin Xun put away the wine gourd, grew up, glanced around, and finally looked at Huo Xiao in front of him with a smile and said, "Okay, you choose a place, I promise you won't lose too ugly. After all, this is the territory of your witch sect."

The audience was in an uproar.

No one expected that Lin Xun would agree directly!

Even Yuan Changtian, Cao Beidou, and Yun Tianming were stunned for a moment. They could not imagine why Lin Xun could not withstand the provocation and agreed directly.

Fang Daoping originally wanted to say something, but he could only smile bitterly when he saw this.

They have agreed, and going to dissuade them again will make them feel guilty.

Even Huo Xiao was stunned for a moment, then grinned and said, "Since you are fighting, just be near this God's Hall."

"Slow down!"

Suddenly, Zu Wenheng, who was far away, spoke coldly, "Huo Xiao, no matter how anxious you are to fight, you must not save some face for your friends of the Yuan Sect. The Immortal Dao War is about to begin. If you really have the ability, you can learn about your opponent's ability in the Ten Directions Demon Realm."

Huo Xiao was obviously a little unwilling to accept: "Sir, it doesn't take much time to deal with this person..."

Zu Wenheng interrupted: "I want you to retreat!"

Huo Xiao had no choice but to curl his lips, then pointed at Lin Xun, and said, "Wait for me!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"I promised a battle, but you were timid and asked me to wait..."

Lin Xun sneered, shook his head, and sat down again.

But the sarcastic smell of his expression and words made Huo Xiao's face darker, and murderous intent surged in his eyes.

The other powerful witch sects also frowned, not understanding why Zu Wenheng did not let Huo Xiao teach Lin Xun a lesson at this time.

Seeing this scene, Cao Beidou and Yun Tianming couldn't help but feel disappointed. The Witch Cult has always been powerful and unscrupulous, so why did he give in?

"Report! The powerful people of Zen Buddhism come!"

A thunderous sound resounded throughout the world.

"Please quickly."

Zu Wen crosses the road.

Soon, in the distance, auspicious clouds appeared under the sky, Buddha's light filled the sound of the Buddhist roar, and figures stood on it, sacred and solemn.

The strong man in the Zen ancestral courtyard!

The leader is Buddha Kasyapa.

Kashyapa appeared in the Jiufeng Discussion of the Yuan Sect, and Lin Xun was naturally very familiar with it.

Behind Kashyapa, five figures stood.

Four monks and a man in blue.

The four monks are the Buddha Master Kuxuan, the Buddha Master Kuji, the Buddha Master Juvenile, and the Buddha Master Juezhen.

The position of "Buddha" in the ancestral temple of Zen Buddhism is equivalent to the elders in the three pavilions of the Yuan Sect, and also to the elders in the three tribes of the Witch Cult.

Another man in blue had a thin figure as thin as a pine tree, long black hair was tied with a bun, and his whole body was clean and refreshing, and his appearance was as handsome as jade.

When he saw him, a commotion suddenly caused in the field.

Smell Bridgewater!

The son of the gods Wen clan is as calm as a mountain, and his heart is as tough as a rock.
To be continued...