Long Tianya died, and Wu Zunan finally took revenge, but he was not happy at all when he looked at the dead Long Tianya.

This person who was killed by himself was his sworn brother. The two kowtowed to the witch altar together and swore brothers, but now they killed him with their own hands.

Grandpa Wu Yanyan is very director. Knowing that grandpa is feeling sad now, he walked to Wu Zunan and comforted him softly.

Feeling Wu Yanyan beside him, Wu Zunan finally smiled on his face, because this was her granddaughter. No matter what, now she escaped from the dungeon, took revenge, and found her granddaughter. This is a series of joy.

Yanyan stretched out her hand. Wu Zunan said to his granddaughter with a smile.

Wu Yanyan knew that grandpa was going to hand over the soul of the Witch King to herself. Thinking that she would become the new Witch King if she absorbed the soul of the Witch King, Wu Yanyan was very nervous and very nervous.

Don’t be afraid of Yanyan. Wu Zunan comforted her, and smiled at Fang Shaoyang, and said jokingly: Now our grandfather and grandson have no way back. If you don’t accept the soul of the Witch King, then kid won’t be assured that I will absorb it.

Hearing Wu Zunan's words, Fang Shaoyang shrugged helplessly and smiled. To be honest, he really didn't believe this old guy. When he saw that this old guy was not a good-looking lamp.

Wu Yanyan seemed to have made some decision, and finally stretched out her hand with gritted teeth. Wu Zunan put the soul of the Witch King in his hand on Wu Yanyan's hand.

Close your eyes and sense it with your heart.

Wu Zunan instructed Wu Yanyan, and then a needle appeared in his hand for some reason and gently pricked Wu Yanyan's fingertips. Suddenly, bright red blood flowed out. When the soul of the Witch King touched Wu Yanyan's blood, the black energy burst out instantly, surrounding Wu Yanyan's entire body. However, this time was not long. After only a few breaths, the black energy gradually returned and finally absorbed into Wu Yanyan's body.

Wu Yanyan stood quietly, her eyes closed and her breathing was very calm.

Wu Zunan walked to Fang Shaoyang and the others and said softly: She needs a familiar process now and needs to wait for a while.

Fang Shaoyang understood that Wu Yanyan had absorbed the soul of the Witch King, and for a moment, neither physical nor mentally could adapt. She needed a time and could not be disturbed during this time, so the few people were quietly waiting by the side.

Capital.

This is the capital, one of the eight ancient capitals. It has more than three thousand years of history of city construction and is the core of the country.

Just near the Imperial City, there is a low courtyard. In order to protect the integrity and scenery of the Imperial City, high-rise buildings are not allowed to be built in the areas around the Imperial City, which also makes the holidays in the areas around the Imperial City extremely expensive. The price of each courtyard is as high as hundreds of millions.

To the west of the imperial city, this is the core area of ​​the country. All the leaders of Zhongnanhai work here. In the east of Zhongnanhai, next to the imperial city, there is a three-story attic. The decoration in the attic is ancient and has no modern atmosphere. The only thing that makes people feel strange is that there are five red candles on a high platform.

Each of these five candles is one foot long and the thickness of a thumb. The strangest thing is that the flame on this candle is not fiery red, but the faint blue burning silently, making people feel chilled when they see it.

On the ground in front of the platform, there were two old men with white hair and beards and red faces playing chess. One old man smiled with his face as if everything was settled, neither arrogant nor impatient. The other old man frowned and was holding a chess piece in his hand, constantly looking for the position of the move. Every time he decided to make a move, he suddenly took his hand back, then shook his head, and continued to find the next position. This was repeated over and over again, while the old man opposite had no expression of impatient expression.

Hey, I won’t play anymore, I just know how to play chess, but the old man who was looking for a place to end threw the chess piece, shook his head with a somewhat impetuous expression.

The old man opposite smiled and shook his head, and said helplessly: You, after so many years, your hot temper has not changed at all.

The hot old man shook his head and sighed: I can't change it, I can't change this temperament.

Suddenly, the hot old man thought: I don’t know what’s going on in southern Xinjiang.

The old man with a smile on his face said calmly: Those little things would not have been passed on to us, they were just a few clowns and a little snake, and they were left to the people in Guoan to do it.

The hot old man smiled and said: After all, I went to Nanjiang.

The smiling old man joked: I think you can't stand the loneliness.

Hahaha

Both of them laughed out loud as they spoke, and suddenly at this moment, one of the five red candles on the table suddenly disappeared

The two old men suddenly turned their heads and looked at the extinguished candle, and a gleam flashed in their eyes.

The hot old man from Long Tianya couldn't help but scream.

The smiling old man was also serious at this time.

Long Tianya is dead

The hot old man nodded, but said in confusion: How is it possible

The smiling old man looked at the extinguished candle and said regretfully: What a pity. I thought he had the most hope to catch up with us, but I didn't expect that he would die here.

The hot old man stood up suddenly and said: I want to go and have someone investigate how Long Tianya died.

The smiling old man frowned, but he did not stop the hot old man, because he also wanted to know who had such ability to kill Long Tianya. Others didn't know, but he knew very well that Long Tian is one of the few people in the country who broke through the so-called peak of the earth realm. He now is interested in the person who killed Long Tianya.

Southern Xinjiang.

Time passed minute by minute, and after an hour of knowing, Wu Yanyan finally opened her eyes, and a light flashed through her eyes.

Fang Shaoyang immediately stared at Wu Yanyan tightly. It was only an hour. An hour ago, she was a simple little girl. Now the aura of Wu Yanyan all over her body brought a sense of oppression to Fang Shaoyang.

This is the Witch King who truly integrates the soul of the Witch King. The Witch King who inherits the essence of the Witch Clan for thousands of years.

However, Fang Shaoyang could also see that by absorbing the soul of the Witch King, Wu Yanyan only reached the level of the earth realm in her breath. In terms of cultivation, Wu Yanyan had just broken through the Xuan Realm and needed to continue practicing.

But thinking about it, I think it's quite terrible. In one hour, I can turn an ordinary little girl into a master of Xuan Realm. How powerful is this Witch King's soul?
Chapter completed!