"Lord Spirit Master is here?"

"real?"

"The high priest summoned you!"

"Ah, then go quickly and greet him!"

The big and small witches of the Xingtian tribe were very happy. They called each other and carried out a general cleaning in the tribe. Magical powers and witchcraft were everywhere, and soon the tribe had a completely new look. Then thousands of witches went to wait in front of the tribe.

Just like in the past, when the Xingtian Department first welcomed Mingyu.

Mingyu followed Xingzhao to the tribe, and the witches and wizards cheered.

"Hello, Lord Lingzun, I am Xing Ming, do you still remember me?"

"Hello, Lord Lingzun, I am Xing Che."

"Hello, Lord Lingzun, I am Xing Yu."

"I am Xing Yue!"

"I am……"

With the sentence "Xing Ming" at the beginning, the other witches all shouted excitedly. They shouted their names loudly, hoping to pass them into the ears of the spiritual master.

Some of them are teenagers from the past. They have grown up now, their shoulders have become broader, their bodies have become stronger, they are more powerful, and they can protect their own tribe.

But there are more new faces, and many witches have returned to heaven and earth.

Mingyu returned to the Xingtian Department, and everyone was happy.

Every old man smiled and laughed, and his lips trembled so much; every woman was so excited that her tears couldn't stop flowing; every man tried his best to restrain himself, but his nose was sore; the children opened their curious eyes wide, and the bold little ones stretched out their arms.

He held out his little hand and was about to walk towards Mingyu, but was held back by the adults.

Mingyu responded one by one with a smile on his face.

"Okay! Don't block the door. Let's invite the spirit master to go to the priest's temple!"

The high priest Xing Zhao spoke and everyone became quiet.

"Yes, yes, go to the temple!"

"Spiritual Master has not been to the Xingtian Department for a long time. I must go to the temple to take a look!"

Pairs of eyes looked at Mingyu with hope, they were looking forward to it.

"Then go to the temple!"

Mingyu smiled brightly, waved his sleeves lightly, sweeping away the wind and snow from the sky, and strode towards the priest's temple with meteoric strides.

The witches were happy and followed Xing Zhao's leadership.

The relationship between Mingyu and the witch tribe originated from the Xingtian tribe. The first priest temple, the first batch of high priests, and the first grand witchcraft ceremony were born in the Xingtian tribe.

The space in front of the temple is very wide. The tall and mighty Xingtian statue still stands here with its sword in hand, but it is a little more mottled with time compared to the past. The murderous aura on the big ax has not dissipated, and on the thick shield

, traces of wear and tear can be clearly seen, and wisps of light flicker between the gaps, as if they are being repaired.

Mingyu saw it and didn't say much. The battle was over, and no matter how much he said, it would only increase his worries.

On the side of the temple, the Tao of Life tree that was originally planted has grown into lush foliage, with its vigorous and upright figure holding its head high in the sky. The branches and leaves on the crown of the tree are overlapping with each other, and the whole body is surrounded by dense aura, like a dream; the crystal green leaves are shining all over the sky.

With a faint white halo, the halos of thousands of branches and leaves combine to create a holy brilliance.

"very good!"

Mingyu praised, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the Divine Tree of Life, and the Law of Life swept away all directions. The fresh air of life that originally only enveloped the Xingtian Department began to spread, expanding into a million miles of space in an instant.

Millions of miles of mountains and rivers have been baptized by the law of life. The lingering evil spirit, murderous spirit, resentment, and dead spirit are purified, withered vines turn green, lakes and lakes are rippled, and the wilderness is full of life.

The gentle wind blows gently, and the drizzle is sparse. The green ivy sways gently in the wind. The green leaves wet by the spring rain become even greener. The ground is wet, moist and fertile, and full of soil.

It’s as if you can still hear the rustling sound of seeds sprouting in the soil.

The tall Xingtian statue took on a new look and was no longer mottled. The iron-blooded murderous aura did not disappear, but became restrained and accumulated in the giant axe. The majestic witchcraft power of the Xingtian tribe also slowly settled at this moment.

Xing Zhao's smile blossomed. He could clearly feel that the level of the sacred tree had increased. Correspondingly, the power he, the high priest, had also increased, and the upper limit had been raised by more than one step.

This is very important for the current Wu Clan. The environment in Beiju Luzhou is very harsh. While the Wu Clan is recovering its strength, it must also transform this harsh environment. There are not many great witches left in the Wu Clan today.

It has been unable to develop on a large scale, so it has developed very slowly.

The more authority he has as a high priest, the easier it will be for the tribe to develop.

"Thank you, Lord!"

He bowed respectfully.

The witches of the Xingtian Department looked up at the sky, looked down at the ground, looked around, and found that the world outside the Xingtian Department had changed, became greener, moister, and clearer!

Their eyes are getting brighter and brighter, their eyebrows are slowly becoming curved, their mouths are opening and curling to both sides little by little, they are exclaiming, laughing, and the first thing to come is the natural laughter of the children.

"Lord Spirit Master is the best!"

Innocent voices kept coming and going, and after a big battle, the most people left in the Xingtian Department were the children.

"Let's hold a witch festival!"

Mingyu said this.

"But it's not yet time for the witchcraft festival!" The half-year-old child counted on his fingers. There will be two thousand years until the next witchcraft festival!

"Oh, no matter what, Master Lingzun said it should be reopened, so let's reopen it!"

"Yeah, never mind it!"

"Open again!"

The child convinced the child, which made the witches laugh.

Xing Zhao ordered preparations, and the tribe became busy for a while. Mingyu slowly climbed onto the high platform in front of the temple.

Soon, the big witch and the little witch all returned to the temple.

The patriarch Xingtian went to the underworld to take up his post, and the high priest presided over it. He held a shield in his left hand and an ax in his right hand, and struck the shield with the axe, making a clanging sound.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The war drum beat, and the powerful arms struck hard, making the war drum make an earth-shattering sound.

"witch!"

"witch!"

"witch!"

All the shamans shouted together, dancing with their hands and dancing with their feet.

They surrounded the Xingtian statue, singing and dancing together, shouting loudly, and laughing loudly.

The life marks on the foreheads of the other priests shone brightly. They chanted mysterious syllables and made inexplicable handprints with their fingers, constantly mobilizing the spiritual power of life and communicating with the hearts of the witches.

The big witch and the little witch had a strong heartbeat, their whole body was full of blood, and they were full of energy. The gray that had been accumulated in their hearts for a long time could not be vomited out. They couldn't help but raise their feet, and then stepped down hard; their heads slowly raised their heads; their mouths slowly opened; they roared and roared.

Filial piety, raising hands and stamping feet, this is the witch, the unruly witch, the unrestrained witch.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Mingyu stood on the high platform, admiring the witch festival.

Everything is as before.

Today's Wu Clan is not decadent, it is still full of vitality and vitality!

"very nice!"

Mingyu sighed sincerely, as the Master of Life, this is the scene he most wants to see.

"Then let me help you again!"

A green halo slowly rose, and countless plants and trees in the temple spit out their essence, and little green fluorescent lights gathered into the halo. The halo emitted endless brilliance and sprinkled it on all the witches.

"This is……"

High Priest Xing Zhao looked at the green mark on his right wrist and his eyes widened for a moment.

Life is a blessing!

Mingyu, the master of life, personally sent blessings.

The light bloomed endlessly, nourishing all directions. Both the big witch and the little witch closed their eyes comfortably, enjoying it very much.

"You can also use this authority. You must work hard in the future to see if you can break the shackles and reach a higher level. Beiju Luzhou, I will rarely come here in the future. The future of the Wu clan still needs your own efforts.

I won’t go to the other tribes of the Houtu tribe, you can go for a walk for me!”

Xing Zhao heard the meaning of separation in these words. He was silent for a long time and asked: "Where are you going, Your Majesty?"

"Jumangbu!"

After leaving these words, Mingyu's figure disappeared from the high platform. The witch clan was still in joy, and no one except the high priest noticed his departure.

"Jumangbu?"

Xing Zhao murmured.

If he remembered correctly, the Lord must have a grudge against Jumang Zuwu!

Then why did the Lord go to Jumangbu?!

"It's broken. We must inform Master Chi You immediately!"

Xing Zhao felt panicked for no reason, and he immediately contacted Chi You, who was in charge of the affairs of the Wu clan.

…………

"What? Master Lingzun is here?! Heading to Jumang tribe now?"

After receiving the news, Chi Youteng stood up immediately and subconsciously took out his nine-ring sword.

But when he thought of Lord Lingzun's fighting power and the previous commotion in the northwest of the ancient wilderness, he silently put the sword back.
To be continued...