"There is some kind of connection between the water of the Divine Blood Source Pool and the Ancestral Witch's Divine Blood, maybe using it in the Ancestral Witch Hall will have the same effect as an intruder. Wu Chen's mind was racing, and he immediately thought about what was going on, and even thought of the intruder's possible next move with divergent thoughts, and his expression suddenly changed greatly: "He wants to awaken the will of the ancestral witch?!"

But what he couldn't understand was that the will of the ancestral witch was naturally to protect him, a witch god, why did the intruder wake it up?

Unless...... He has a way of deceiving the will of the Ancestral Witch!

Deceiving the will of the Ancestral Witch may seem difficult to outsiders, but for the Witch Clan, deception is a conventional means, and many witchcraft are invented based on this foundation - if the intruder has the courage to break into the Ancestral Witch Palace, there must be a way to deceive the Ancestral Witch's will, otherwise what will he do in the Ancestral Witch Palace?

But it was useless for Wu Chen to figure it out, because he couldn't stop Zong Ruo, who was already crazy at this time.

Powerful power came from the void and poured into him continuously, giving him the feeling that he was in control of the whole world.

Along with power comes confusion, madness, and confusion—if he can't keep his heart under the power of power, then power is a disaster for him and for others.

In the madness, Zong Ruo only had killing left in his heart, he wanted to kill Wu Chen, kill Jing Chun Ancestor, and kill the entire Wu God Temple!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

......

One attack after another set off a turbulent blood wave in the ancestral witch hall, Wu Chen dodged in embarrassment, tried his best to use all kinds of witchcraft, and escaped from Zong Ruo's hands again and again, and gradually felt a little more stable in his heart - he had already seen that the intruder's own strength was very average, even if he used the water of the Divine Blood Source Pool to forcibly increase his strength, he was not a real Mahayana powerhouse, and he was completely able to protect himself under his hands......

As long as the will of the ancestral witch is not awakened.

"Ahhh

Attacks failed again and again, only making Wu Chen look a little embarrassed, Zong Ruo roared angrily, and suddenly his heart was a little clear under the anger, and he remembered what he should do - the will of the ancestral witch, I want to awaken the will of the ancestral witch and use the power of the ancestral witch's divine blood to kill everyone!

As if instinctively, he grasped the faint connection and sensed an incomparably vast, sleeping will.

The will also seemed to sense his existence, and the fluctuations that were so smooth that they were almost infinite gradually increased, and Zong Ruo miraculously got rid of his violence and madness in this fluctuation, and became more and more sober.

A glimmer of hope to live suddenly appeared in his heart - he was indeed about to die, but the ancestral witch divine blood was the supreme magic medicine for any witch clan, if he could absorb a little bit of the ancestral witch divine blood, would he be able to escape the fate of mortality?

"I'm going to live. Zong Ruo was extremely sober and determined, "Kill these people and live." ”

Through the surging blood qi, Wu Chen, who was fleeing, met Zong Ruo's eyes, and suddenly shuddered-he had already regained his senses! Once he could control his current power freely, wouldn't it be ......

"Why haven't you come yet!"

Wu Chen's heart was extremely anxious, he had already sent a request for help to the hall master and other witch god envoys, but no one had come so far, could it be that today was destined to be his death?

At this moment, a vast will gradually awakened, and the ancient and vast aura came from the void, and in the blink of an eye, it swept through the entire Ancestral Witch Palace, and continued to spread outward, enveloping the entire Witch God Temple, countless forbidden places, and secret realms......

In an instant, countless Wu clans stopped what they were doing, and even their thoughts fell into a stagnation - the awe from the depths of their blood made them inevitably have the idea of surrendering while feeling this breath, and the heavy blood that spread with the breath made them gradually intoxicated and obsessed......

The control of the Ancestral Witch over the Wu Clan is far greater than that of the strongest of other races.

The witch envoys who stayed behind in the witch temple naturally noticed this movement, and in addition to surrendering and intoxicated, they struggled to retain a wisp of clarity that belonged to themselves, but this was the source of their horror and fear.

"The will of the ancestral witch has awakened! what the hell is going on?"

"Someone woke it up!"

"Something happened to the Ancestral Witch Palace, let's go!"

......

Wu Chen thought that he had already sent out a plea for help, but in fact, his pleas for help were trapped in the ancestral witch hall and could not be transmitted at all, and the other witch god envoys did not realize that something terrible was happening until this time, but it was too late.

In the past million years, the ancestral witch's will has awakened less than ten times, and each time it is when the witch clan is facing a great calamity, and the most recent one is in the recent demon tribulation - what kind of disaster does its awakening represent this time?

When several witch envoys rushed outside the ancestral witch hall and wanted to enter the temple, they were suddenly shocked to find that the ancestral witch hall had been blocked, they couldn't enter at all, and if they forcibly broke in, they would be seriously injured by the counterattack!

It's the first time that the Witch Divine Envoy has encountered this kind of thing, and this didn't happen the last time the Ancestral Witch's Will awakened?

What's going on?

They were puzzled, but they were helpless, so they could only wait for the will of the Ancestral Witch to sleep again, and then enter the Ancestral Witch Hall to find out.

In the Ancestral Witch Palace, Zong Ruo sensed the awakened Ancestral Witch's will, which was somewhat similar to the feeling during the last Demon Tribulation, but it was a little different, and he suddenly had a trace of realization in his heart: This Ancestral Witch's will was not clear.

Maybe it's because he's been away from his master for too long, maybe it's because the barriers between the heavens and the worlds and the immortal realm are getting tighter and stricter, or maybe it's because the power of the ancestral witch's blood is too much...... The will of the Ancestral Witch is vague and hazy, and there is only one similarity between the rumored omnipotent Ancestral Witch: in the Nether, the power they possess is the pinnacle!

But the ambiguity of the ancestral witch's will is Zong Ruo's opportunity—if it is sanity, where can it be easily deceived?

"Please give more divine blood ......"

Zong Ruo's mind instantly divided into countless parts, one part was sincerely praying to the blood of the ancestral witch, and the other part was rapidly using witchcraft one by one, constantly deepening the misleading of the ancestral witch's will.

Wu Chen saw it in his eyes, was anxious in his heart, and wanted to step forward to interrupt, but he was trapped in place by Zong Ruo's casual witchcraft, and he could only watch as the intruder let Zu Wu's will be biased towards him little by little......

"Damn it!"

The speed at which the infinite power of divine blood diffused blood was getting faster and faster, and the blood qi lingered, gradually condensing into a small drop, Wu Chen was almost so angry that he vomited blood, and for the first time he had a big rebellious thought: Why is the will of the ancestor so naïve!

A small drop of divine blood floated silently towards Zong Ruo, and the will of the ancestral witch also fell into a deep sleep again due to the excessive consumption this time.

Zong Ruo's eyes flashed with a hint of ecstasy, and he reached out to grab the divine blood—as long as he had divine blood, he could live......

But at this moment, his body stiffened slightly, as if a jade finger was pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and the cold temperature came out from his fingertips, freezing him in place, unable to do anything.

"Jing Chun Ancestor!"

Zong Ruo instantly thought of someone, but he didn't understand how Jing Chun Old Ancestor and a human race broke into the Ancestral Witch Palace, which was completely beyond his imagination, and it also gave him the heaviest blow.

In the next moment, he felt that he had been exiled to an endless darkness, and his vision suddenly changed, and he saw that the body that originally belonged to him continued to move after a short period of stagnation, grabbing the blood of the ancestral witch god, and he didn't know where to put it, and then a terrifying attack was launched!

"Boom!"

Wu Chen was hit this solidly, and he was immediately seriously injured and near death.

- The same power, when exerted by different people, can exert different effects. Mo Tianwei was originally a Mahayana ancestor, although he was not good at witchcraft, but killing a witch god envoy in the merger period was enough as long as pure strength was enough!

"You...... What exactly do you ...... cough cough," Wu Chen felt that the strength and life were passing rapidly, and he vaguely felt that the intruder in front of him seemed to have undergone some changes, but he couldn't investigate it now, so he could only stare at the person in front of him, "Who is it?"

Mo Tianwei naturally won't answer, the witch clan has countless weird witchcraft, and it's best not to say anything or do any superfluous actions against them, otherwise they will be cursed at some point.

"Bang!"

A mighty force crushed by, Wu Chen's body exploded, and his soul shattered into nothingness.

A feeling of weakness hit his heart, the lifting effect of the water of the Divine Blood Source Pool had disappeared, and Zong Ruo's body was rapidly decaying and decaying, or it would not be long before he would follow in Wu Chen's footsteps.

Zong Ruo, who was locked up in the dark world, was already desperate.

At the moment he saw Wu Chen, he did have the will to die, but then a ray of hope sprouted because of the blood of the ancestral witch god, and now this hope has been ruthlessly cut off - in the end, he still has not escaped the fate of death!

Zong Ruo saw Jing Chun Ancestor use his body to show a flat smile, which was a mockery of him: No matter how you struggle, everything is in vain.

He was desperate, he was angry, he hated, but now he couldn't say anything.

A feeling of weakness lingered all over his body, his consciousness gradually dimmed, and his face blurred into a hazy silhouette, and death had quietly come.

"Ding!"

Zong Ruo's form was destroyed, and the red jade vial hidden in his sleeve fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, shattering the dead silence of the hall.

The sword intent possessed by Mo Tianwei quickly dissipated and returned to nothingness - with the chaos in the Ancestral Witch Hall at this time, no one could capture the almost nonexistent remnant of the sword intent, and no one would know that she had been here.

The next moment, the door of the Ancestral Witch Hall suddenly opened, and several witch god envoys broke into the hall, and saw that the hall was in a mess, and the blood of the ancestral witch god seemed to be a little smaller.

"Wu Chen has fallen!" said a witch god's face changed suddenly, "and there is another witch clan who is also dead." ”

"There is a part of the ancestral witch divine blood, quickly track it down according to the connection between the divine blood!"

Several witch god envoys did not dare to slack off in the slightest, the ancestral witch god blood was stolen by someone, what a terrible thing, if you don't find out a result, the entire witch god temple can't be at ease.

However, no matter how they divined and calculated, the stolen drop of ancestral witch divine blood disappeared without a trace as if it had never existed in this world.

"The connection between the blood of the gods has been severed, who is it?" a witch god made a shocked face, they never thought that this link could be severed.

"Blockade Lang Huatian. ”

As soon as this was said, several of the witch envoys fell silent—they knew it might not be useful at all.

The person who can steal a part of the ancestral witch god's blood under the nose of the Witch God Temple must be the peak powerhouse of the Nether Realm, but Lang Huatian has not had any strong people in and out recently, which means that he has sneaked in quietly - since he can sneak in silently, he can naturally leave quietly.

"Let's block Lang Huatian first, and report this matter to the hall master immediately, and also notify the other witch temples so that they can be careful. The most old-looking witch god envoy, "Let's investigate Wu Chen and another witch clan in the ancestral witch hall first, maybe we can get some information from this aspect." ”

The rest of the witch envoys nodded slowly.

Now, there is no other way.

In the silence, another witch god envoy suddenly spoke: "The ancestral witch god blood has been stolen part, is this considered a great change?"

"Do you think it's Jing Chun Ancestor?"

"She has that possibility, doesn't she?"

"Let's investigate first, and then we'll find evidence. ”

......

What happened later in the Ancestral Witch Palace, Mo Tianwei didn't know, she had successfully left Langhuatian and returned to the Cloud Ladder Moon Land silently.

The ancestral witch divine blood was hidden by her in the Thousand Machines Variety Lock, and the Thousand Machines and Variety Locks built with mental power could completely isolate the connection between the divine blood, and she was not worried at all that he would see something wrong after meeting the Witch God Temple Master.

"It wasn't a smooth process, but it turned out surprisingly well. Mo Tianwei was in a happy mood.

This time she killed two enemies, and by the way, she pitted the Witch God Temple, which can be regarded as a breath of relief, as long as the Witch God Temple does not do anything to her after that, this cause and effect will pass like this.

- At this time, Mo Tianwei selectively forgot that the grudge with the Witch God Temple should have ended when Qin Shenyi took away the Nether Seal.

"I didn't leave any traces, and I couldn't find my head even if I came to the Witch Temple—but the Witch Clan has always been weird, and maybe they rely on intuition to determine the murderer, which is a bit of a bad thing. ”

Mo Tianwei didn't regret that he had made a move on the Witch God Temple, but since the ancestral witch divine blood had already arrived, he had to keep a low profile, at least wait until he used the divine blood to find out the bastard of the Qingyan Demon Lord.

No one knew that she had left the Cloud Ladder Moon Land, and no one would notice that she had returned, this was the strength of the Mahayana Ancestor.

After going back and forth, it took less than two days, Mo Tianwei rested for a day, and the auction of the Yunyue War Palace began.

In the past, she attached importance to this auction, hoping to get the secret treasure from the auction, but now she doesn't need it, she is a little less enthusiastic about the auction, and she doesn't bid much, only occasionally when she sees some rare treasures that she has never seen before, she shouts a few prices and buys a few treasures.

But that's all, she didn't buy any of the finale auction items, which made some of the powers who aimed at her, a big fat sheep, secretly regret - in order to get more resources from the richest man in the Netherworld, they took out a lot of kendo treasures for auction.

Hey, sword cultivation is sword cultivation, even if you have countless resources, you are not willing to spend more spirit stones.

After the auction ended, Mo Tianwei disappeared again, and the news of the theft of the treasures of the Witch God Temple finally came out......