After rebirth, the elder sister chose to monopolize the younger sister

Shi Yuan walked up to Hou Tu and bowed respectfully to her as a disciple: "Disciple Shi Yuan greets Master."

Hou Tu asked in confusion: "When did I give you the inheritance?"

Shi Yuan stood up, paused and said, "In my previous life."

"Is this true?" Hou Tu didn't even remember having such a disciple.

Shi Yuan sighed softly: "Disciple cannot tell you for now. If there is a chance, Master will know."

Xuan Ming was a little sour on the side: "You are so lucky, you suddenly picked up a disciple for nothing."

Wu Yunshao smiled and thanked Shi Yuan.

Shi Yuan didn't think there was anything to congratulate.

Xizi asked curiously, "Your soul can be hidden under the Wangchuan River, but how can your body avoid the thunder?"

Shi Yuan asked in confusion: "Why do you want to hide?"

"How can I connect to the body of a ghost witch without tempering my body with heavenly thunder? Otherwise, I still need to go through the tempering of the witch clan to cultivate the body of a ghost witch." After Shi Yuan finished speaking, he added: "It's too troublesome."

Xizi:......

"Aren't you afraid that the thunder from heaven will destroy your body?" The others were also puzzled.

Shi Yuan chuckled and took out a lightning-proof bead.

This thing was given to her by Chao Yao, although no one knew where she got it from, and she didn't explain when asked.

I won’t ask about my final wish.

It was precisely because of this lightning-proof bead that Shi Yuan dared to do this.

Of course, Chao Yao's original intention for giving it to her was not this. She just felt that with Shi Yuan's character, the unknown voice might also dislike her, and it was not impossible that it would make things difficult for her when she was undergoing the tribulation.

But this lightning bead gave Shi Yuan a new idea.

Place the lightning-proof bead into the body, and after the soul has been tempered, a wisp of spirit will be left behind, while the main body of the spirit will escape into the Forgotten River.

None of these actions can be done by ordinary people.

"Strong, and really cruel." Xuan Ming looked at Shi Yuan and sighed.

"Are you interested in joining my Xuanming Palace?" Xuanming asked Shi Yuan with a smile.

Shi Yuan shook his head and said, "I am not interested in the fight between the witch clan and the human race. If Xuanming Zuwu really feels that life in the underworld is too boring, why not go and see what is happening in the demon world? The gate to the demon world has been opened, and the Demon Lord will most likely want to rule the witch clan first, and then let the witch clan deal with the human race."

"Demon Clan?" Xuan Ming sneered, "The Demon Clan and the Witch Clan are not allies. Besides, are the Demon Clan so confident that they can bring the Witch Clan under their control?"

Shi Yuan recalled that in his previous life, Xuan Ming and Xi Zi were both defeated by Yun Yu Mo.

"There are only three left out of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. It's not surprising that the demons have been gathering their strength for so many years." Shi Yuan didn't think the Witch Clan was that powerful. At least from their current strength, Xuanming and Xizi couldn't even beat her.

"What's more, what if the demon clan's condition is that once they win, the human world will be ruled by the witch clan?" Shi Yuan knew that these two could not withstand such temptation.

“After all, the demons are not that interested in the human world. They want the fairy world more. However, the human race and the fairy world are connected as one, so it is impossible for them to just leave the human race alone.” Shi Yuan said lightly.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were indeed very powerful, but for Yun Yumo and Shen Ji, who had immortal bodies and endless opportunities to help them, they were probably just cannon fodder.

Xuan Ming was silent.

But Shi Yuan continued, "If nothing unexpected happens, the next Demon Lord of the Demon Clan or the next Demon Crown Prince of the Demon Realm will probably be my junior fellow apprentice."

"I know my fellow apprentices too well. You will not be able to defeat them and will definitely be persuaded by him." Shi Yuan chuckled. "But to my fellow apprentices, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are nothing but a joke. They are probably not even as good as their generals. It is conceivable that even if they really win, the Witch Clan will not be happier living under the Demon Clan than it is now."

"Also, if nothing unexpected happens, the God of War in the Immortal Realm will probably be my junior brother."

"How many junior brothers do you have?" Xuan Ming couldn't help but ask.

"Three." Shi Yuan answered truthfully.

"Your master is truly extraordinary." Xuan Ming said unhappily.

Shi Yuan didn't tell her this: "So, are you two interested in working with me?"

Xizi looked at Shi Yuan, then looked at Hou Tu: "Why don't you tell Hou Tu about this."

"Strictly speaking, Master Hou Tu is no longer considered the ancestor of the Wu Clan. Master Hou Tu is the god of the underworld, so he will naturally not be involved in these fights."

"Both the underworld and the witch clan may be involved in conflicts, but the underworld must always remain neutral, right? I know this." Shi Yuan answered reasonably.

Hou Tu looked at her with some appreciation in her eyes, and the Ten Kings of Hell also breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, if Hou Tu was really involved in this fight, it would not be a good thing for the underworld, or even for all living beings between heaven and earth.

And it is very likely to attract the attention of the gods, which is not what they want to see.

Xuan Ming still had that arrogant look on his face. He looked at Shi Yuan and sneered, "But why should I cooperate with you?"

"Neither you nor Xizi can beat me." Shi Yuan said in an extremely calm tone, without any awareness that he was provoking the second of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Xuan Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, his murderous intent unconsciously revealed.

Shi Yuan's figure flashed and appeared a hundred miles away in an instant, and Xuan Ming followed him instantly.

The banks of the Styx, which had just calmed down, were once again filled with the shock of magical power and murderous intent.

The Glacier Sword was unsheathed, and the speed of the fight between the two became faster and faster. If not for the fact that all the people here were strong men in the great perfection stage, they would not be able to see the fight between the two clearly.

"The law of space?" Hou Tu was a little surprised.

I didn't expect that Shi Yuan's mastery of the laws of space has reached such perfection.

In comparison, Xuan Ming was slowly falling into a disadvantage.

The battle lasted for three full days.

In the end, Xuan Ming was struck down into the tiankeng by the Binghe Sword, while Shi Yuan held the Binghe Sword with the tip of the sword against her heart.

At the same time, the space around Xuanming was completely locked by Shi Yuan, and there was no escape.

Both of them had a lot of injuries on their bodies.

After all, when Xuan Ming fought with Shi Yuan before, he really wanted to kill her.

But in the end, he found that Shi Yuan was not someone he could easily deal with, and the murderous intent in her was even stronger than his own.

Shi Yuan stood in front of Xuan Ming in white.

"Ancestor Witch Xuanming, actually we had a feud in the past, and I almost died in your hands, but you spared my life in the end, so I will spare your life this time too." Shi Yuan put away his sword.

The awe-inspiring sword intent on his body also dissipated.

"Otherwise, I don't mind killing you today and then leading the Witch Clan. After all, Master Hou Tu probably can't control my seizure of the throne, and Xizi is not even as good as you." Shi Yuan said in an extremely calm tone.

Xuan Ming also stood up and looked at the woman in white.

She had never seen such a person before. He looked like an immortal from the fairyland, untouched by worldly affairs.

But once the fight started, the murderous intent in her was stronger than that of a witch herself.

When you think she is a fearless lunatic, she seems to maintain the necessary sense of propriety and rationality.

Such people are inexplicably scary.