Super God Plunder

Chapter 638 Fatty Pigs To Be Slaughtered [1/2, Seek Subscription]

It seems that the blood mist on the Mijiang River is getting thicker and thicker, and the moon in the sky, which was originally as clean as a white jade plate, also seems to be stained with a slight blood red.

On the riverside plain, the heavy armored heavy riders of Chu had already rushed into the blood mist first.

And that luxurious Wang Hu is still advancing slowly and uniformly.

Around this Wang Hu, six distinct phalanxes were formed, surrounded by the guards. The most eye-catching of them was the bright bald head in the phalanx, but full of armored monks. The other five phalanxes are probably made up of the children of the five great families.

And Mi Xiong, who was wearing a yellow dragon robe, was no longer sitting lazily, but sitting awkwardly.

After removing the laziness on his face on weekdays, Mi Xiong’s body has a trace of unquestionable majesty, and he is indeed the lord of the Southern Territory.

At this moment, looking at the blood mist in the distance, Mi Xiong’s eyes had a solemn color.

After looking at the Miljiang River for a long time, Mi Xiong slowly spoke and said to himself: “It seems that the handwriting of the Black Witch Cult is a bit big this time!”

Gan Yao, who was serving by the side, heard this, but hurriedly said: “Return to the king, look like this, the Black Witch Cult should have prepared a lot of blood-eating gu this time. If the slave and maid didn’t guess wrong, probably the Black Witch Teaching this time is to prepare sacrifices to the legendary wizard god!”

“Sorcerer God?” There was an unexpected look on Zheng’s face, “Isn’t the founder of the Black Witch Cult, the Black Witch King? What is this Sorcerer God?”

Over the years, Mi Xiong has been focusing on “rectifying the five great families and strengthening centralization”. Although he knows that the existence of the black witch cult will be a little threat, it is relatively low-key because they have been hidden in the hundred thousand mountains for many years. Since Mi Xiong took the throne, he hasn’t paid too much attention to what kind of things the Black Witch Cult believes in.

However, Mixiong naturally knew that his close attendant had studied and practiced witchcraft in detail, so he asked the same question.

Immediately, Gan Yao explained: “Although the Black Witch Cult was created by the original Black Witch King, the Black Witch King is only the leader of the Black Witch Cult. The Witch God is a god totem that has existed for many years. Yes, as early as one hundred thousand years ago, in the hundred thousand mountains, there seemed to be tribes who believed in the witch god… and after the Black Witch King established the Black Witch Sect, the entire Black Witch Sect also believed in the Witch God.”

“Is that so?” Mi Xiong nodded.

Suddenly, Mi Xiong thought about it, but he directly ordered: “Everyone, follow the order, go forward at full speed!” He knew that the so-called god totems in the hundred thousand mountains were some weird powers.

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On the Mijiang River, at this moment, there is a tall ship floating in the river.

There are big red lanterns hanging on the boat on this building. From a distance, it will make people think that it is a painting of a famous song house.

At this moment, on the bow of the ship on this building, there were two figures standing.

An old man who was bent over and looked slightly rickety, his face withered but his eyes seemed to be the size of a copper bell, was looking at the blood mist in front of him, his face was full of a sorrowful smile.

Beside him, stood a graceful woman with a white lotus mask on her face, but her most attractive was her pair of white jade feet and the shiny silver chain on her ankles. It also sets the jade feet like snow with a different kind of charm.

After looking at the blood mist in front of him for a while, the withered old man stared at his copper bell-like eyes and looked at the woman for a while, and then said in awe. The white lotus gate of China is now able to call the wind and rain in the Western Regions! The Madonna is really talented!”

“His Royal Highness the Black Witch King praised you, you are not afraid of death, and your death-seeking behavior in the sacrifice of Yingdu is even more admirable in the eyes of the concubine!” Zhao Mingyu’s voice is full of a touch. Teasing.

And listening to her words, this withered old man is actually the contemporary black witch king Duan Qianming?

Hearing this, Duan Qianming, the withered old man, showed a meaningful smile on his face at this moment, and said: “The Virgin Mary doesn’t have to use words to run against the old. The old act may seem reckless, but it is actually done!”

“Oh?” Zhao Mingyu made a noncommittal voice.

Duan Qianming smiled, and said, “If everything goes as smoothly as the old man expected, maybe the prestige of my black witch cult in the Southern Region will overwhelm your Bailian Gate in the Western Region in an instant!”

“Seeing that His Royal Highness the Black Witch King is so confident, it’s not in vain that my concubine rushed over all the way.” Zhao Mingyu let out a chuckle, his tone still full of disbelief.

Duan Qianming glanced greedily at Zhao Mingyu’s body at this moment, and smiled: “The old man has prepared for so many years, and finally wants to be successful, then it is natural that you must see the mother, the old man’s efforts are not in vain!”

Hearing these words, Zhao Mingyu’s heart suddenly jumped: What does this old fellow mean?

“The old man and the Virgin have known each other for more than a few thousand years, but the old man is getting old day by day, but the Virgin has been shining for many years, and it is a bit more beautiful than when I saw it at the beginning of the year!” Duan Qianming was smiling again. Said.

Zhao Mingyu came to understand: It turns out that this old guy has something to do with the predecessor, the mother of white lotus? What’s up with me then?

Therefore, in order to distance the two of them, Zhao Mingyu sarcastically said: “His Royal Highness the Black Witch King, you should wait until you are successful before you speak these words to your concubine! Now…huh, it’s a bit early!”

“Yes.” Duan Qianming was not annoyed, but responded, and then his copper bell-like eyes looked at the bright moon in the sky, and his lips were also slightly opened, revealing toothless gums, and matched him. The withered face smiled like an evil spirit crawling out of The Underworld, “However, if you see Lord Sorcerer in a while, you won’t believe that I can win!”

Sorcerer?

Hearing this, Zhao Mingyu’s heart felt a little sudden.

After that, she turned her head slowly, looked to the side of the river, and said faintly: “It seems that there are a lot of flies coming in! And, behind Mixiong, who is called the idol of the Southern Territory, seems to be near too. But your Sorcerer God, there is still no shadow! Your Highness, Black Witch King, are you ready?”

Duan Qianming heard this, but his face suddenly showed a trace of disdain, and smiled: “What Southern Territory idol is just a group of ordinary people deliberately beautifying it, that Mixiong is just a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered!”

After speaking, Duan Qianming took out a white, white, round jade-like thing from his arms at the moment. Then, he began to mutter words with a solemn expression on his face.

And as he muttered a word, the shining white thing glowed, and in an instant, the blood-red blood-eating Gu hidden in the ground on both sides of the river suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

It was also at this time that the flags planted in the various villages immediately shook together, emitting a strange mysterious light.