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Chapter 224 The High Priest of the Witch Tribe

In the Yaochi, the battle was in full swing. Zhaoming was only thinking about how to get in front of the White Tiger Spirit, but he didn't expect that Xianghe would actually turn behind him again.

The Blood Lotus was born before, and the blood light was extremely terrifying. If it weren't for the Yaochi ban, both of them would have been killed by the Blood Light. Now the Blood Lotus was taken into the bag by the Ancestor of the Styx, and the two of them recovered.

Xianghe couldn't see the battle above Yaochi, and he felt like he was turning into a maze, and by chance he turned behind Zhaoming.

"Go to die!" Xianghe shouted loudly, raised his hand and turned into a water knife, and slashed at Zhaoming's head. At this distance, coupled with the difference in strength between the two, Zhaoming could not escape even if he used the Pear Immortal Step.

At the critical moment, the spirit of the white tiger in the distance shouted: "Dare to kill my demon clan in front of me, seeking death!"

Before he finished speaking, the long moon sword in his hand had already been slashed out, and a half-moon sword light directly rushed towards Xianghe. Even though Xianghe's water sword was only a short distance away from Zhaoming, he was still as far away as the world in the attack of the Immortal King and could not make a contribution.

The Immortal King attacked, how could Xianghe block it? Seeing that he was about to die, a figure suddenly flew out from the white mist beside him, wearing a straw raincoat and a hat, stretched out a palm, condensed thousands of stars and slapped directly at the sword light.

The power of the White Tiger, no one dared to confront many immortal kings at the scene, but now this figure is using his flesh palm to attack him. If he is not confident, he would be stupid.

The sword light and the flesh palm rushed together in an instant, and only a loud "bang" sound was heard, as if the stars were dying, the sword light shattered, and the attacks of the two men dispersed, but the man wearing a hat was completely damaged.

The waves of air surged into the sky, and the vitality of heaven and earth surged like a flood discharge. Even with the Yaochi ban, Zhaoming and Xianghe were still washed away and dispersed again. They lay on the ground and could not move. With such an aftermath, it was a blessing that the two of them could not die.

The sudden change made everyone look at each other, and they were stunned. The White Tiger Spirit was also shocked and asked loudly: "Who are you? How could you get the Galaxy Palm?"

The palm that seemed to condense thousands of galaxies was not ordinary magical powers. It was a unique magical power in the legend. Others may not recognize it, but the spirit of the White Tiger would never admit it. Once upon a time, he had suffered a lot of losses from this magical power.

The man wearing a hat smiled faintly: "Master White Tiger is so forgetful. Although we have never fought each other, they are all ordinary people after all. How could they not know who they are? But it doesn't matter if you don't know. Today I will remember that I am the high priest of the Witch Clan!"

At this time, Zhaoming had just gotten up from the ground and heard what this person said. He felt like a drum beat.

The high priest of the Witch Clan, the highest leader of the entire Witch Clan, has absolutely no other. He has absolute dominance over the Witch Clan and is also the evil leader in the current dilemma of the demon clan. I don’t know how many demon clan strong men want to kill this person, but unfortunately they have just thought about it. More demon clans have never even seen the head of the Witch Clan that has left them wandering in their lives.

According to rumors, this person is one of the most mysterious figures in the entire prehistoric world. His strength is mysterious, and no one knows how far he has reached. He only knows that the strongest Dong Wang, the immortal clan, has no choice but to do anything to him.

Now that I finally saw myself, Zhaoming felt a heat in his forehead and a stream of passionate blood surged up.

My life of suffering, the establishment of the demon garden, the death of Acao... Many things can be said that this person is more or less connected, and this is my biggest enemy in this life.

Zhaoming clenched his fists and shouted in his heart: One day, he must kill this person with his own hands and avenge everything!

At this time, the White Tiger Spirit looked surprised and asked after a while: "Are you the high priest of the Witch Clan?"

Not only him, but several immortal kings who had never seen him were a little surprised. The witch clan is a race known for its physical body, all of which are huge in size and are not surprising to have three or four meters high or even four or five meters high.

But the high priest in front of him was not that high. Even even compared to the immortals, he seemed a little weak. But it just seemed. No one dared to underestimate him. He borrowed the sword of the White Tiger Spirit with his flesh palm. It was probably only the Taoist Taiqing could barely do it on the scene, and others could not imagine it.

But even Taoist Taiqing could not be so light and as if it were just a slight effort.

The White Tiger Spirit frowned and thought for a moment, a sharp light suddenly shot out from his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "You are not the Witch Clan, you have a soul." The Witch Clan has no soul, as we all know, but he could feel the soul in the other party's purple mansion.

The high priest of the Witch Clan smiled slightly: "It's fine if others say this, why do you think so too. The Witch Clan is the War Clan from the last era. Don't forget that the War Clan has produced a figure with a soul."

The White Tiger Spirit took a breath and his eyebrows remained unbrightened. Once upon a time, the War Clan without a soul also produced a strong man with a soul. The body shape of the human being was like the person in front of him, not like the War Clan and more like the Immortal Clan, and that person was called Pangu.

"Pretending to be a ghost! Let me see who you are!"

The White Tiger Spirit shouted, and slashed directly with the long moon sword in his hand. A sword that condensed the golden light seemed to be creating the world, making people wonder if it would completely split the entire Yao Pool.

"I am me, why do you care who I am!"

The high priest of the witch clan said calmly, raised his hand, condensed thousands of stars, and directly greeted the long sword of Yanyue.

Silently, as if the spirit of the white tiger was deliberately handed over by it, the high priest of the witch clan actually grabbed the blade of the long sword of the moon. The starry light in his hand surrounded it like a complete small world, offsetting the sharpness of the blade.

At this moment, let alone enlightenment, even many immortal kings took a breath of air conditioning.

It would be fine if I had received a knife light before, but now I just directly received the blade, as simple as yawning. This is the sword of the White Tiger Spirit. No one can do it at the scene, even Taoist Taiqing can't.

Everyone was shocked, but the White Tiger Spirit sneered: "Pretending to be a ghost."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the long sword of Yanyue turn, and a terrible sharp aura comes from the blade, cutting the small world in the hand of the high priest of the witch clan like cutting a watermelon, and then instantly pulling out.

He is extremely powerful and can see things that others cannot see. The high priest of the Witch Clan just made the trick just now, but in fact, he only used the special effects of the magical power of the Galaxy Palm to resolve attacks from others with the power of the small world.

It seems simple, but it is not easy.

Looking at the spirit of the White Tiger that was withdrawing, the high priest of the Witch Clan asked, "What if Marshal of the White Tiger is giving up? You will not be able to fight with me!"

"You showed up today just to seize the treasure. It's fine for others. Your witch clan takes over the foundation of my demon clan. How can I make you feel better!"
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