The King of Nanning said: "The dynasty cannot save the Fengrong tribe, but the Witch God Sect can do it. Therefore, I have decided that when the Witch God Sect will treat all the tribes, the Fengrong tribe will merge with the Chili tribe and will no longer be bound by the dynasty.

This is the leader of the Witch God Cult. It is his intention to invite both of you here!"

The skinny old man smiled gloomy and made a hoarse voice: "The only one who can save the Southern Wilderness at this time is the only witch god. After you witness the miracle of the witch god, you will know the power of the witch god. At that time, Fulong City will take the initiative to join the witch god's command!"

Yuan Qingyao was furious: "The traitor is a traitor, a traitor!"

Zhuo Buqun smiled and said, "Is the Witch God really as powerful as you said?"

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Witch God Sect leader, and he said in a stern manner: "How can you, the supreme Witch God, allow you, an ignorant mortal, to question it?

I miss you as a first offender, I won’t pursue you this time. If there is a next time, I will let you die!”

Zhuo Buqun smiled and said, "If the Witch God is really as powerful as you said, I will worship the Witch God the first one, and I can also make the decision to let Fulong City surrender to the Witch God!"

Yuan Qingyao hurriedly said, "Human Emperor!"

Zhuo Buqun waved his hand at Yuan Qingyao, then looked at the Witch God leader, and then said, "If you can't, you will just commit suicide, what?"

"A word is certain! If you regret it, I will ask the Witch God to kill you directly!"

The Witch God Sect Master agreed with confidence and complacent expression on his face.

The Witch God Sect Master brought everyone to the top of the mountain, where a huge altar had been built. The Witch God Sect Master and the believers came to the altar. He sat cross-legged in the center, while other believers sat down in different directions of the altar.

"Next, let you ignorant mortals see the miracle of the witch god!"

The leader of the Witch God Cult took out a black staff and inserted it to the ground. Then he kept changing his handprints with his hands, chanting strange spells loudly, and other Witch God Cult scholars also started chanting loudly.

After a moment, a will came and the vastness of the will actually cover the entire mountain where Feng Rong's troops were located, covering hundreds of miles around.

This will is extremely powerful, which made the high-level Douhuang, the King of Nanning, tremble. The others were even more frightened. They couldn't help but feel a sense of humility and insignificance in their hearts, as if they were facing the lofty sky, and they couldn't help but bow to them.

"The Witch God has arrived!"

"Please protect the Witch God!"

Many natives from the Fengrong tribe knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the sky.

Yuan Qingyao was shocked and frightened, and then there was another wave of despair: Nanhuang, it's over! She didn't believe in any gods, let alone any witch gods, thinking that the Witch God Sect was pretending to be a ghost.

Unexpectedly, the Witch God showed such an amazing will. Even if he was not a god, he was still an existence that was so powerful that she could not imagine. It was definitely not something that people could fight against, and even Zhuo Buqun was impossible.

"The Witch God is coming soon, why don't you worship him?"

The leader of the Witch God Cult shouted in a solemn voice.

The top leaders of the Fengrong tribe, including the King of Nanning, knelt down and worshiped them one after another. The powerful will shown by the witch god had already convinced them of it.

Standing on the top of the mountain, only Yuan Qingyao and Zhuo Buqun were left. Yuan Qingyao was frightened and despaired, but Zhuo Buqun stood with his hands behind his back, with a sneer full of disdain on the corner of his mouth.

"Are you still questioning the Witch God?

When the witch god arrives, you two ants will be wiped out directly!”

The leader of the Witch God Cult shouted in a deep voice.

Yuan Qingyao sighed helplessly in her heart, and was about to kneel down. At this time, Zhuo Buqun said, "Your Highness, a monster pretending to be a ghost, don't pay attention!"

Yuan Qingyao's body stiffened.

Feng Qianqian, who was kneeling beside the King of Nanning, sneered: "You can wait for the witch god to be wiped out!"

The leader of the Witch God Cult also shouted angrily: "The bold madman has angered the Witch God and left you with no place to die!"

Zhuo Buqun sneered, "Why don't you call out that shit witch god and try?"

"The ignorant insect, wait for the witch god to come and tremble and cry under his supreme divine power!"

The leader of the Witch God Cult rebuked angrily, and then he prostrated to the sky and worshiped, "Please come to the Witch God!"

The sky suddenly darkened, and a gray-yellow cloud appeared in the air, blocking the sunshine. The breath of the entire world changed accordingly, and the vast pressure fell down.

Immediately afterwards, a huge phantom of thousands of feet quickly condensed, like a huge three-eyed cow beast without friends, with cold eyes looking down below, like a god looking down at the earth.

The Wushen Sect and the Fengrong tribe were full of awe, trembling all over, and their bodies were pressed against the ground, not daring to move.

There is silence between heaven and earth, and everything is silent.

"You dare to be so arrogant if I am here?"

Zhuo Buqun's voice full of disdain spread all over the world, echoing between heaven and earth.

Yuan Qingyao was shocked, and the others were also angry and shocked. Isn’t he afraid of death?

Then everyone had the same thoughts, believing that Zhuo Buqun would be destroyed under the divine power of the witch god in the next moment.

The huge body of the witch god in the air suddenly froze, his eyes fell on Zhuo Buqun's body, and his pupils showed fear and even fear.

The next moment, the witch god's body rolled and contracted rapidly, turning into a gray-yellow mist hidden in nothingness.

The sky returned to normal again, and the terrifying pressure that enveloped the world disappeared.

Silence! On the huge mountain, there is a dead silence.

On the top of the mountain, everyone looked at Zhuo Buqun like a monster. The witch god who was overwhelming the sky left like this?

Zhuo Buqun looked at the Witch God Sect Master and laughed: "Witch God Sect Master, your Witch God seems a little timid, and was scared away by my words."

The leader of the Witch God Cult immediately reacted and pointed at Zhuo Buqun and shouted loudly: "This arrogant ant ant anger angers angered the Witch God. The Witch God is unwilling to take action to save Feng Rong's troops. Only by killing him can the Witch God's anger be calmed!"

"Kill him!"

"Dedicate this person's order to the Witch God!"

From the peak, there were roars, and nearly tens of millions of native peoples in Fengrong were angry and made roars, and the sound was like a tsunami of mountains and tsunamis. Countless people rushed to the top of the mountain.

The Witch God is their hope for life. Now that Zhuo Buqun has pissed off the Witch God, how could they not fight against Zhuo Buqun?

The senior leaders of Fengrong's troops on the top of the mountain were also furious and rushed towards Zhuo Buqun.

"Retreat all!"

The King of Nanning shouted loudly, waved his sleeves, shocked everyone, and then led everyone to the back.

The King of Nanning is also a high-level Douhuang, so naturally he will not be as ignorant as other natives. If a real god appears, Zhuo Buqun is so arrogant and will directly erase him, how could he be angry?

Moreover, the King of Nanning had already seen that the so-called witch god was not angry but scared away. If he still didn't understand at this time, he would be really stupid.

Yuan Qingyao was extremely smart and saw some clues. She looked at Zhuo Buqun and was shocked in her heart. She actually scared the Witch God away in a few words. What an incredible thing is this?

"Today I will wipe out your lowly insect for the Witch God!"

Seeing that the Witch God Sect was unable to provoke, he shouted angrily at Zhuo Buqun, held a staff in his hand, pointed to the sky, chanted a spell, and changed the handprints with one hand.

An evil, powerful aura of epidemic poison contains the power of the rule that brings plague and disease to all things, landing towards Zhuo Buqun.
Chapter completed!