Wu Luo didn't think about Sa Ying's feelings at all. He just looked at the Dragon-Crafting Gu and asked a question that made everyone in the camp dumbfounded.

"Why? Why can you follow me?"

The witches are no longer simply jealous, the witches are so jealous!

A dragon-turning cup is a dragon-turning cup, and you are always trying to help you, but you are still asking why, just because they are a dragon-turning cup. If anyone hadn't asked this, he would have been so excited that he would have agreed happily.

But Wu Luo asked this. And the Dragon Flower Cup was very popular. He thought about Wu Luo's question seriously and answered solemnly: "I'm a little bit capable of fighting."

The witch clans have become rigid in their thinking. The Dragon Crown is so modest? It is a bit capable of fighting. It is obviously quite capable of fighting. It is invincible to fight all over the Western Regions.

There are also smart witch clans who figured it out. The Dragon Crown is not humble, but dare not boast about it in front of Wu Luo. What does this mean? It means that the Dragon Crown itself understands very well that its combat power is not worth mentioning in front of Wu Luo!

"I, I, the prehistoric devil leader!, Hualong Chu said that he was a little capable of fighting, and Wu Luo's eyes were calm. Fortunately, Hualong Chu knew that this one could not touch Wu Luo, so he quickly said the most critical one.

Wu Luo's eyes lit up indeed: "Do you know?"

"Know."

Wu Luo mopped his chin and thought carefully.

The witch tribes are crazy: What else are you thinking about? Please agree quickly.

Wu Luo looked particularly reluctant: "Okay, I'm not familiar with the place, so it's convenient to have you."

So forced! The witch clans yelled that God was unfair. But the Dragon Flower was very excited and nodded to Wu Luo repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,

…”

Wu Luo waved his hand: "It's really troublesome."

A witch pattern floated out and landed on the head of the Dragon-Crafting Cup.

The Dragon Transformation Cup was not resistant, so it let the witch print enter his mind.

The Married Clans are petrified again: the witch pattern is released, the holy-level witch pattern master!

This is not unfair to God, it is simply that God sent him to smash everyone's confidence.

This witch pattern is a special witch pattern inherent in the Western Regions, somewhat similar to the essence of monks who sacrificed spiritual beasts with their essence and blood. It is specially used to establish a kind of master and servant connection with tamed wild insects. Once the wild insects are printed with this witch pattern, it means that from now on, they must obey unconditionally, otherwise they will be retaliated by the witch pattern, and life is worse than death.

Wu Luo added some spiritual elements to it, which had better results and strong domineering. In addition, it could also help the cuckoo and the owner communicate directly at the spiritual level.

In this way, you don’t have to endure the frowning words of the Dragon Coffin.

Hualongcun lowered his head, which meant that Wu Luo would sit on it. Wu Luo waved his hand and sent him over. Hualongcun obediently shrank his body, and in a black light, it turned into a small insect the size of a thumb. He tried hard to climb onto Wu Luo's shoulder, but was kicked by Wu Luo in Kutui's position.

The eyes of the witch clans were almost glaring out: It’s a waste of resources, how could this be!

But Wu Luo is willing to transform the dragon cup and is even more willing to be aerosol.

It did not dare to climb onto Wu Luo anymore, so it had to follow him obediently.

Under such a state, the witch tribes around suddenly felt the pressure on their bodies, and they breathed a sigh of relief. After writing for a while, they each got up from the ground.

Sa Ying couldn't stand on the ground anymore, and stood up while slapping the dust on her body. Her face was still black and red, and could seep blood. He walked forward embarrassedly, feeling uncomfortable: "That..."

After thinking about it, he still took out all the sand eggs and the cores he had left before: "Sir, Saying is ashamed,..." Wu Luo looked at him, "It's a bit funny, but he still waved his hand and said, "Forget it, don't say these." He pointed at Hong Lei: "Give it all to him." Although Sa Ying couldn't bear to leave these things, she dared not disobey Wu Luo's intentions and sent the things obediently. Hong Lei sighed when he took the things, and now he understood what Wu Luo said before, "I'm afraid you won't want them anymore."

Now that Wu Luo has a dragon-turning cup, a sand egg is really nothing to him. He believes that if he begs, Wu Luo might let the dragon-turning cup choose a better sand egg for him.

But he is not a greedy person. Sa Ying is already ashamed. He did not sarcastically again. He just smiled and took the things over. But he still used to saying: "Brother Sa Ying, I am actually a king-level wizard..."

Sa Ying was stunned, and his face suddenly became even more ugly. He was already extremely powerful as a king-level wizard, so he was domineering in front of Hong Lei, his former comrade-in-arms, and shouted loudly to let others hang out with him. Unexpectedly, his level was the same as his own. What a huge irony this is?

Hong Lei leaked his mouth and couldn't help but look at Wu Luo. Wu Luo coughed and said, "There is no need to hide it now." He had been hiding his identity before, not wanting to attract attention. He was mixed in other people's teams and was convenient for obtaining various information. Now he is already strong enough, with Sa Ying helping him and with the source of information, it is naturally time to reveal his identity.

Hong Lei received Wu Luo's approval, pointed to Ge Yue Dao in the distance and said, "That one is the first female war god of Haishan tribe, the first beauty in the Western Regions, and the king-level wizard Ge Yue."

"Ah..." Another king-level, Sa Ying was completely stunned.

"That one is the Three Gods Sacrifice of the Haishan Tribe, Lord Gugao, the Witch Pattern Master."

"In our team, there are eleven first-class wizards, two king-level wizards..." Sa Ying interrupted Hong Lei and blocked his face with shame: "Brother Hong Lei, stop talking, I will feel ashamed if I continue." Wu Luo smiled and looked at Sa Ying, waved his hand and said, "Then let's not talk, let's go." In this team, there are now three king-level wizards, fifteen first-level wizards, and many second-level and third-level wizards, Haohao and dàngdàng entered the Night Demon Cave.

Now everyone in the team is full of confidence, for nothing else, just because there is a dragon-turning cup in the team!

It was less than a day since the birth of the prehistoric demon head calculated from the ruins. Under the guidance of the Dragon Flowing Cup, this team walked all the way to the depths of the Night Demon's Cave.

The Night Demon Cave is not known as the building of the year and month. Its style is extremely strange. A large number of broken walls are wrapped by tree vines as thick as arms. Some big trees even grow directly on some buildings. Several thick and ancient roots wrap the entire building, and then plunge into the soil to absorb nutrients.

Although these buildings are extremely dilapidated, they can still see the grandeur of that year.

The lintel of almost every building is a ferocious sculpture. Coupled with the terrifying and strange atmosphere in the Night Demon Cave, it makes people feel like they are peeped at by countless Night Demons. Walking in it, another layer of hair will stand up behind you from time to time.

When he arrived at a place that was obviously a dilapidated hall, the Dragon Filling Cup stopped and still imitated Sa Ying's voice: "Here." It had basically learned to speak. Wu Luo had made plans in his mind. After he separated from Sa Ying, he officially named the Dragon Filling Cup "Xiao Sa".

The statues of "Night Demon" were shattered into stones and scattered around them. The huge floor tiles of despise the once glory here.

"Night Demon" may have once played an important role in the history of the Witch Clan, but now, even the descendants of the Witch Clan do not remember what these statues represent.

Time passes, taking away too much.

Without Wu Luo's instructions, all the shamans scattered themselves, looking for clues hidden between the broken walls of gravel. The roots of the plants here are particularly developed, and they suffer from common problems with all the plants in the Night Demon's Cave: they like to bind.

Any stones that exceed the size of a human head will be firmly trapped by a large number of plant roots.

Wu Luo took a deep breath, as if he had smelled something, and couldn't help but look at the ground.

At this moment, the dragon-turning cup suddenly showed its hideous side for no reason, suddenly opened its eyes, and a powerful aura was about to erection in a certain direction.

At this time, Wu Luo raised his hand appropriately and slapped it on the head. The Dragon-Crafting Cup received a thought from Wu Luo's mind, obediently retracted the momentum that had not yet burst out, and shrank at Wu Luo's feet with some reluctance.

This change was very subtle, and only three king-level wizards felt it. They couldn't help but look back in surprise and look at Wu Luo and the Dragon-Crafting Cup.

The Dragon Flower Dog dared not make rash things in front of Wu Luo, but he had no good looks to the three of them: "What are you looking at!"

Although the three king witches were powerful, they were not the opponents of the Dragon Flowing Cup when tied together. They were pushed and immediately turned around and went back honestly, doing whatever they should do.

Wu Luo stood quietly, seemingly not finding anything.

After a cup of tea, Ge Yue suddenly noticed something and gave an order: "Stop the team!" All the wizards were well-trained and retreated in a flash, surrounding Wuluo.

Geyue took a step forward: "Holy Lord, have you discovered it long ago?" Wu Luo nodded calmly: "Don't be nervous." He looked at Geyue. A kind of light flashed in Geyue's eyes. He laughed in silence: "I'm talking nonsense. You are not nervous. You are here by Xingou. It is very likely that they are Geyue's enemy, Dongye Tribe. Now that we are extremely powerful, it is a great time to take revenge. How could Geyue be nervous? She was just excited, hoping that the people from Dongye Tribe would come to die quickly, preferably the leader Yongye himself.

Sa Ying and Hong Lei knew that the real competitor was the only Dongye Tribe, and they defeated the Dongye Tribe. They had no opponent in the Night Demon Cave and could successfully capture the prehistoric demon leader!
Chapter completed!