As soon as the young man's voice fell, more than a dozen witch gods behind him rushed towards Zhuo Buqun and Hua Sheng.

Zhuo Buqun raised his eyebrows and there was a chill in his eyes.

The Aoyama-team woman flashed, blocking her two people's bodies, and shouting: "These two are alchemists from the dynasty. They are here to help our Aoyama-team. The plague god is definitely not brought by them!"

The young man snorted coldly, "How can aliens from the dynasty help us well besides exploiting us?

Who are you? Let the clan leader of Aoyama tribe come out and talk to Moto!”

"My name is A Ni, the patriarch of the Qingshan tribe is my uncle, he..." The woman pointed to the dying old man in front of Zhuo Buqun, and her eyes turned red. "Uncle is seriously ill and cannot be in charge of the affairs, so I will take charge of the Qingshan tribe!"

"The people of the Southern Wilderness must be saved by the witch gods. These aliens are the root of the Southern Wilderness!"

The young man snorted coldly and stared at Zhuo Buqun and Hua Sheng. Seeing that the two were very arrogant, he was quite afraid and no longer mentioned the matter of driving them away.

"Can you save my tribe?"

A Ni showed surprise, and the other Aoyama natives were all excited.

"I am the witch god messenger, representing the omnipotent witch god. This time I came to Aoyama tribe to save you."

The young man showed a arrogant look.

"Thank you, Witch God!"

A Ni and many Aoyama natives knelt on the ground.

"You must be the people who sincerely believe in the witch god, so that the witch god will be saved. If you want to survive, you must believe in the witch god and contribute everything to the witch god. Only then will the witch god drive away the plague god and save your lives!"

The young man said high above, his eyes falling on A Ni's full part, and his eyes were filled with unconcealed greed.

"Dedicate everything?"

A Ni was shocked and showed hesitation and hesitation. She was quite smart and could not see the intention of this young man who claimed to be the messenger of the witch god.

"As long as the witch god needs you, you must give everything, including your property, even your life, and of course, your...body!"

The Witch God Messenger said very bluntly.

Zhuo Buqun frowned, but didn't say much.

A Ni hesitated for a while and gritted her teeth and said, "If the envoy can drive away the plague god of Aoyama tribe, Nora... is willing to give everything!"

"Very good, let you see the powerful power of the Witch God!"

The young man smiled proudly and ordered people to gather hundreds of Aoyama natives who were infected with the plague.

Hua Sheng saw something was wrong and sent a message to Zhuo Buqun, "Human Emperor..." Zhuo Buqun smiled faintly and said, "Look, let's talk about it, see what mysteriousness can the Witch God Cult create!"

The witch god messenger stood in front of many natives, took out a black vine stick, knelt on the ground devoutly, muttering words in his mouth, as if he was reciting some mysterious mantra.

More than a dozen witch god cultists were walking around him, chanting spells. Zhuo Buqun saw that their trajectory was obviously very wonderful, very similar to the formation.

After a moment, Zhuo Buqun suddenly raised his head and looked upwards. Hua Sheng also felt something and subconsciously raised his head.

A breath came out of nothingness. Although it was not very powerful, it contained a strange force. It landed in the air and swept through the bodies of the wild natives, taking away a faint gray mist and something that could not be explained.

"A Ni, your uncle is old, and he was captured by the witch god to have a large life span. Now his life span is not much, but I have elixirs here that can help him extend his life span for several years!"

Zhuo Buqun took out a rejuvenation pill, took it to the old man, and then used Dou Qi to help him refine the pill.

When Hua Sheng saw it, he sighed in his heart. In the eyes of the Douhuang strong man, mortals are like ants, not to mention these natives in the southern wasteland, their lives are as low as grass.

In the royal city, a rejuvenation pill can be sold at a sky-high price. Zhuo Buqun took it out without hesitation to save a stranger from the Southern Wilderness. Such a powerful man could not be found in the entire Xingyuan Continent.
Chapter completed!