"I use the mystery of the Qiankun Cauldron to sense a witchcraft. I tell you this witchcraft. If you are still alive at that time, you can gather the dead witchcraft blood together. Some heroic spirits of the witchcraft will also protect you with this witchcraft! At that time, with the witchcraft blood, you can go further or have the chance to become a saint!" Houtu said solemnly.

"A major disaster in the Witch Clan? Gather the blood of the Witch Clan and gather together? Will it form a sea of ​​blood?" Xuan Ming said in surprise.

"Yes, if I guess it's right, you will be the master of the Sea of ​​Blood! The two fragments of the Sky-Creating Axe you get can also be used to sacrifice and refine them using the Sea of ​​Blood!" Houtu said.

"No need, I have already refined the prototype of those two fragments, two divine swords, one is the Abi Sword and the other is the Yuan Tu Sword!" Xuan Ming said solemnly.

"As for you, I hope you will treat the remaining witch clan well!" Hou Tu sighed and pointed, and a ball of witchcraft shot into Xuan Ming's eyebrows.

Xuan Ming did not refuse, closed his eyes and sensed for a while. After a long time, Xuan Ming opened his eyes.

"Thank you, Houtu Ancestor Witch!" Xuan Ming said gratefully again.

"Witch Clan, I will depend on you in the future!" Houtu nodded.

"Houtu, why don't you do it yourself? Let me do it..." Xuan Ming frowned.

"I don't have much time!" Houtu sighed.

Xuan Ming looked at Houtu in confusion, but Houtu did not explain much. Xuan Ming could only give a solemn gift and say goodbye again.
Chapter completed!