Chapter 295 The Lord of the Hall

After being brought into the Great Witch Palace by Sikong Haoxuan, he had given up the meaningless confrontation. He knew in his heart that Sikong Haoxuan could bring himself into an inexplicable place in this inexplicable way, and it would be meaningless for him to resist any longer.

The "long years" did not cause fear in Wuxin's heart, and imprisonment and seclusion in Wuxin's heart have the same meaning.

Wuqi looked around at the hall supported by five pillars, looking at the strange patterns with red light on the walls of the hall. He secretly searched for memories of these patterns in his memory, but to Wuqi regretted that after searching all the memories in his mind, he still knew nothing about these strange patterns.

After a moment of silence, he asked Sikong Haoxuan, "King Xia, I am really curious. Where did your great witch skills be passed down? As far as I know, this skill does not exist in the mainland at all, otherwise, this skill would not be so silent for millions of years."

Sikong Haoxuan sighed secretly in his heart. Finally someone doubted it? None of these old monsters that have experienced endless years are simple. Jing Chen and Fuliya have also suspected it? But they must have felt that it was not time to talk about it yet.

"In millions of years, I am the only one who has reached such a state."

Sikong Haoxuan's faint words did not dispel Wuqian's doubts, but he did not ask again. He walked on the walls of the hall and beside the pillars, his eyes revealed infinite curiosity and looked at the patterns that he did not understand at all.

I carefully observed the flawlessness of the entire hall, and there was a strange ease in my expression, like a person who had to face death, and suddenly realized in my heart at the end of the moment.

"Why, I'm reluctant to part with the Tianlu Soul Sword?"

Wuqi turned around and raised the dark green knife that was about three inches long in his hand, and smiled at Sikong Haoxuan, "It has swallowed a lot of soul power, and now the power it contains cannot be measured even by me."

Sikong Haoxuan frowned slightly, "It's a pity that this power does not belong to you."

Wuxia smiled, "Of course I know, very clearly. But I know even more that this power does not belong to King Xia now, it completely belongs to the Tianlu Soul Sword. I am really a little curious. I wonder if King Xia can tell me how much soul power the Tianlu Soul Sword has swallowed you?"

"Thirty percent." After Sikong Haoxuan spit out two words, a hint of impatience appeared in his expression, "No flaws, I'm bullying you here, so I must let me take it myself?"

Facing Sikong Haoxuan, who was hundreds of years apart from his age, when Wuqian heard the word "bullying", he snorted coldly, "I have said long ago that the Tianlu Soul Sword belongs to Tianluxing..."

Before Wuqi finished speaking, his consciousness suddenly stopped, and all the cells in his body were also still. A faint purple halo covered Wuqi's whole body. He was like a sculpture without any life, standing in the vast Great Witch Hall...

Sikong Haoxuan slowly walked to Wuqie's side, raised his hand and personally took off the Tianlu Soul Sword in Wuqie's hand. When the Tianlu Soul Sword, which had swallowed a huge soul power, did not produce any independent ability at all. The huge soul power in it under the control of Sikong Haoxuan, wiped out the spiritual power of the Tianlu Star condensed in the sword from all dynasties.

From then on, the Tianlu Soul Sword completely got rid of the fate controlled by the Tianlu Star.

When the faint purple halo outside Wuxin's body slowly dissipated, his consciousness re-operated. Wuxin looked at Sikong Haoxuan who was playing with the Tianlu Soul Sword in a calm manner, "How did you do it?"

"It is not difficult for the great witch to erase the power of the mind from the weapon."

Wuqi didn't know in his heart that it was the whole time that had stopped just now. He thought that his original body was controlled by Sikong Haoxuan again. He listened to Sikong Haoxuan's answers and asked coldly, "The witch's control over living creatures has indeed reached an incredible state, but Sikong Haoxuan, you don't have to be proud.

The secret of spiritual energy will soon become popular in the mainland, and you will never be able to imagine the terrible desires that people pursue desires. When people can truly merge with the world and use the huge power of heaven and earth, I want to see how you can control them."

In the soul, Sikong Haoxuan kept analyzing the structure of the Tianlu Soul Sword, and was too lazy to deal with the flawless clamor.

If Wuqi knew that in Sominaya, the three masters who practiced spiritual energy would have no choice but to Sikong Haoxuan, and I don’t know what they would think.

Sominaya's three divine masters have entered the realm of "integrating the heaven and earth into the heart". How many divine masters can appear on the mainland? This not only requires the correct method of spiritual cultivation, but also requires endless years of hardship. The clamor in Wuxia's mouth is probably just a dream in his heart.

Sikong Haoxuan sank into his soul and studied the Tianlu Soul Sword in his hand. Wu Qin sat cross-legged on the ground to feel the powerful and irritable spiritual energy in the space. The powerful and turbulent spiritual energy in the hall filled Wu Qin's heart with surprise and fear. He was reluctant to use the spiritual energy cultivation method transmitted from the Huangji Mansion to absorb these irritable spiritual energy.

At this time, Wuqian was like a hungry person facing a piece of potentially poisonous cake, his heart was filled with hesitation and impulse. The extreme restraint made cold sweat constantly appear on Wuqian's forehead.

I don’t know how long it took, but when Wuqian felt that his restraint was almost exhausted, Sikong Haoxuan’s voice came into his ears, “Did you feel it?”

Sikong Haoxuan's voice finally helped Wuqi get rid of the endless spiritual temptation in the hall. He opened his eyes in vain and shouted irritably, "Sikong Haoxuan, what are you going to do?"

Sikong Haoxuan smiled at Wuni, threw the Tianli Soul Sword in his hand out, and the blade turned into a green light in the air and merged into Sikong Haoxuan's eyebrows in the blink of an eye.

Wuqi is hard to believe that in such a short period of time, Sikong Haoxuan had already mastered the magical artifact inherited from the Tianlu Star since ancient times. The Great Witch Palace, which had no time reference, had completely faded the concept of flawless time. He did not know that this short period of time had been three full days.

"Flawless, I said, no one can violate my trading rules. You are the first person to dare to play tricks when trading with me. Given your courage, I want to hand over this Great Witch Hall to you."

Sikong Haoxuan paused, looked around the entire hall and continued, "There was a main god here, but he was my disciple, so I couldn't force him to stay in this great witch palace..."

Wuteng listened quietly to Sikong Haoxuan's words, and could not understand Sikong Haoxuan's thoughts in his heart. He could feel the power contained in this great witch palace. This power surpassed the Tianlu Soul Sword more than one level. Wuteng did not realize that the Tianlu Soul Sword is just a weapon, and the strength of the weapon completely depends on its owner, not on the weapon itself.

Sikong Haoxuan seemed to be able to see through Wuqian's thoughts. He smiled at Wuqian, "If you like to practice spiritual energy, this will be the best place to practice. It can quickly improve your realm to the level of integration with nature."

After hearing Sikong Haoxuan's words, Wu Chi couldn't help but feel a hint of surprise in his heart, but before these surprises spread in Wu Chi's heart, they were extinguished by Sikong Haoxuan's next words.

"Of course, there is also a huge price hidden behind the huge gain, and you also have to pay a price if you violate my trading rules. The Great Witch Palace is a kind of witch tool that belongs to the Great Witch, so the main god in it will always become the servant of the Great Witch."

"One of the nine stars of the moon, Tianlu Star! servant?" Wuqi's eyes glared blankly. Before he could speak out his curses, he felt that he could no longer make a sound.

"From today on, I will deprive you of your qualification to speak as a right punishment. As for whether you want to become the main god of the Great Witch Hall, it will be up to you to decide, in fact, the Great Witch Hall cannot accept a main god with ulterior motives."

After Sikong Haoxuan finished speaking, he pointed to the blood-colored pillar in the middle of the hall, "If you are willing, drop blood on it, the Great Witch Palace will be under your control. Remember, it is actually difficult to be willing. If you cannot do it in your heart, don't waste your blood."

Wuqian could no longer speak, but just glared at Sikong Haoxuan.

Sikong Haoxuan smiled at him and continued, "Also, although there is extremely pure spiritual energy in the Great Witch Hall, as if you are rashly absorbing it, these spiritual energy will make you feel what life is worse than death. Of course, the main god of the Great Witch Hall will not have any restrictions."

After Sikong Haoxuan finished speaking, six dark green lines suddenly appeared beside him. These dark green lines instantly formed a triangle cube. Through the faint dark green light curtain, Sikong Haoxuan smiled at Wuqi, "I forgot to tell you that there is no death here..."

Sikong Haoxuan's voice was still echoing in the hall, and the triangle cube had turned into a dark green highlight, which was destroyed in the Great Witch Hall.

Wuqi stood alone in the empty hall, frequently opening his mouth, but no syllable was spit out. However, it could still be distinguished by his mouth shape, and he was constantly yelling.

In the Xia Palace, Song Ziyan’s villa is the most heavily defended villa in the entire mansion. As the owner of this villa, Song Ziyan does not know how many people in the mainland are paying attention to her villa.

Although the two thousand domineering troops claimed to defend the entire Xia Palace, half of the power surrounds Song Ziyan's villa, either lightly or secretly. Beichen led his sword formation to guard the villa outside the courtyard for many years, and the ghosts were completely integrated into Song Ziyan's shadow...

In the reception room of the other courtyard, Song Ziyan was greeting a gorgeously dressed lady, "Matile, I will trouble you about this."

"Zi Yan, I won't help you, but who in the entire imperial capital dares to propose marriage for King Xia without authorization? Are you calling me to death..."

Song Ziyan looked at Matilai with a disgusting face and laughed, "You are my best friend, of course I have to ask you for this matter. You also know that among my three sons, Xuan'er, has not yet settled. How can I not be in a hurry as a mother?"

Before Matilai could speak, Song Ziyan continued, "What else can I do to death? I just asked you to propose marriage, so why is it that serious?"

Matilai smiled bitterly and said, "I said Ziyan, this is not serious yet? The kings of all countries on the mainland are personally led by His Majesty. Do you see if His Majesty Canghai has any movement? Even he dare not interfere in King Xia's affairs. How do you let me interfere?"

"Xuan'er is my son, I said yes. Matilai, you have experience in this area, so you must help me. Otherwise, when Xuan'er leaves, I don't know when I will come back."

"this……"
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