"I know so much. Now the care of the Ten Thousand Soul Furnace is all handled by several great witches. We high-level wizards do not participate, nor are we qualified to participate."

The bald man in front of him said nervously, not looking like he was lying.

"If you can't provide some useful information, you may not be able to leave alive."

I gently placed my hand on the shoulder of the man. He was very nervous at first, but at this moment he seemed even more frightened and said loudly: "I, I know that a person can definitely help you understand the Ten Thousand Soul Furnace. His name is Dinghuang. It is said that he has taken care of the princess since a long time ago. He is a high-level wizard, but because of his special identity, he is qualified to join the Ten Thousand Soul Furnace. Now he should be wandering in nearby tribal villages. If you can find him, you will definitely ask more information..."

Dinghuang is the high-level wizard around Yaya. I am quite familiar with him, but I don’t know what method can make him come out of the main line of the tripod. The main line of the tripod should be a completely closed area.

"Then, there is another last question. You two set fire to this village, right?"

I asked.

The big man did not deny it but looked up at me. I nodded and turned around and said, "I have asked all my things. What should I do next, you can handle it yourself."

Wuda and the dead soul floating around him leaned over him little by little. All the meridians around the man were bound by the fairy energy. Not to mention standing up at this moment, it was very difficult to move his fingers. The dead soul floated in front of him, and then roared immediately after being silent for a few seconds!

"We are all witch clans, why do we burn us to death? Are we not our compatriots? Are we not our tribe members of the same clan?"

The big man whispered: "This is an order issued by Lord Gan Su himself. It is said that it is because the number of souls is insufficient. In fact, not only your village, but many of the outer villages have been destroyed. Many souls have been dedicated. For us, the descendants of the real ancient witch clan, you are just abandoned children. Of course, I don't think so. Many great witches say so. The witch clan has strong bodies and long lifespans, so we can create many powerful descendants to pass on the blood of the pure-bred ancient witch clan. So in the eyes of these great witches, you are no different from mortals, they are all firewood prepared for the Ten Thousand Soul Furnace..."

The words of the man stunned the dead soul in front of him. The crazy dead soul suddenly opened his mouth and bit the big man's neck. Then he kept tearing the big man's body with his hands, but it had no effect. After all, it had not been transformed into a ghost, but the simple soul body had no effect on the body of the big man who had been strengthened.

"I'm going to kill you, kill you..."

When facing the corpse in front of us, the burned house, even the soul will not be spared. ('Little' Say'No one can be calm and composed. After all, we are still living because of feelings. If we lose feelings, we are just walking corpses.

"You don't even let go of the dead souls, damn, damn!"

At this moment, the dead soul mutated, and his right hand turned into a huge ghost claw, which slashed down on the man's head.

"Sure enough, I turned into a ghost, born because of resentment, and continued to survive for resentment. Alas..."

I sighed softly, and looked at the man's head being torn apart several gaps. He shouted to me in panic: "Didn't you say you would let me go? Let me go quickly! I'll tell you everything I know..."

But I looked coldly and said indifferently: "I really won't kill you, but it didn't promise to let you go."

The clouds gradually covered, as if it was about to rain. The strong wind blew, and in this desolate village I heard someone shouting heart-wrenchingly. A corpse and a bloody ghost soon appeared on the ground.

"Are you going to destroy me? I have turned into a demon."

It whispered.

I shrugged and said, "Whether ghosts or humans are, there is not that big difference. It's time for us to set off. Yaya is actually the ancient princess of the Witch Clan. Before tomorrow's solar eclipse, we must rush to the core village of the Witch Clan."

We started to break through from the outermost area and soon entered the hinterland of the witch tribe. The bald man said nothing wrong. We did see many destroyed villages along the way. Although they were not only burned, they still did not leave a living mouth and their souls were gone. There was a lamp demon floating in the woods around us, and a deep sadness was floating in the slightly wet air.

What kind of madness will make the leader of a race act to destroy his own people? The terror of the witch tribe once again refreshed my concept and sacrificed those not excellent bloodlines. Is it just to awaken the witch soul of the ancient witch princess who was sleeping in Yaya's body?

"It seems that there are people in the village ahead, and we are almost approaching the core area."

Wuda whispered, and everyone looked up, but saw that there was indeed a flash of fire in the village ahead, and people could hear the sound of people talking. We quietly leaned over and threw the mess.

When we arrived outside the village and looked inside, we found that the fire we saw was just the lamp demon gathering here, but the voices of those speaking came from.

At this moment, a huge spell suddenly appeared in the woods around, and the blood-red spell floated in the sky, forming a barrier that surrounded us.

There were silhouettes, and many people came out of the woods, surrounding us. The dead soul who turned into a ghost behind us suddenly screamed. Under the illumination of the blood-red spell, its soul body began to break on a large scale.

I reached out and put it into the gourd, then looked around. These people were not witch clans, but looked more like humans. They were holding various magical instruments in their hands, and looked bad-faced.

"It's the people from the three cults!"

Wuda beside him said loudly. After hearing what he said, I saw that these people seemed to have token-like things tied around their waists, and there was an unsettling evil spirit floating on their bodies.

"Did you kill our people?"

A gloomy voice came from behind the crowd, and then I saw a thin man walking out in a blue jacket, looking like he was in his thirties, with scars on his right face, and strange tattoos on his left face. His hair was very short, and he could vaguely see traces of taking the ordination on his head.

"Master Adamus!"

Uda shouted in surprise, and I asked in confusion: "Do you know?"

Wuda hurriedly said, "This is Adam, the leader of the three cults, and the most powerful savior among the evil sect masters. Generally, he will not show up easily. He has not shown up in the past ten years. I also saw his true face when I was a child when I went to worship him!"

After saying that, Wuda suddenly knelt on the ground, looking very frightened.

"It seems that you are not young anymore, you have done a good job in maintenance."

The master sneered.

"Did you kill my people?"

Adam asked in a low voice, his eyes as gloomy as a poisonous snake.

"No, your person was killed by Gan Su. If you want to take revenge, you can join forces with us to enter the Witch Clan."

I said truthfully.

But Adam looked down at Wuda and asked, "Wuda, are they saying true? Is my man not killed by them, but Gan Su's move?"

Uda nodded quickly and said, "Yes, Master."

But Adam stopped talking, closed his eyes for a while before saying, "Forget it, the price given by the witch clan is high enough, and it doesn't matter if you count it. When the witch clan completes the ritual, then we three cults may be able to unify the surrender world. This sacrifice is worth it..."

He muttered to himself, looking weird.

"It has nothing to do with us if you don't care about you. We want to look for Gan Su. If you block the way, you will be seeking death..."
Chapter completed!