While Yun Zhong was sighing in his heart, a strong man from the Wu clan came over.

The powerful man of the Wu clan bowed to Yun Zhong before speaking.

"Mr. Yun, the high priest invites you to come over!"

Hearing this, Yun Zhong smiled and said, "Okay, let's go."

The high priest mentioned by the powerful wizards of the witch clan is the most powerful person in the Jiuli witch clan today.

This old man is said to be over nine thousand years old. His strength is unpredictable and extremely powerful.

He is highly respected and deeply loved among the Jiuli Witch Clan.

Yun Zhong had met him once before and felt that the aura in this old man was as deep and unfathomable as a mountain.

However, he was very kind and caring towards Yun Zhong and others.

No, it can no longer be described as loving, but rather doting!

When Yun Zhong and others first came to Yun Mengze, someone jumped out to question Chen Xiaobao's identity.

That man should also be a royal priest, and his aura was very terrifying.

As soon as he spoke, he was aggressive.

"How can we prove that the bastard in front of us is of the saint's bloodline after the saint has been away from Yunmengze for so long? Furthermore, even if this bastard is of the saint's blood, he still has half of the dirty human blood in his body. In this way

How can a bastard be qualified..."

Before the royal priest could finish his words, the high priest narrowed his eyes slightly, as if his ears were a little hard, and he couldn't hear clearly what the other party was saying, so he asked: "What, what did you call young master just now?"

The royal priests also seemed to realize that something was wrong, but the character of their witch clan was that they were tough and stubborn, and they would fight to the end if they made mistakes or not.

The royal priest looked at the high priest, cocked his neck and said stiffly: "Bastard!"

Before he finished speaking, the high priest, who looked old and harmless, stood up violently.

If he doesn't move, he will be shocked!

All he could see was the thin and shriveled old high priest, whose aura at this moment was like a ferocious, domineering and invincible tyrannosaurus.

He crossed a hundred feet in one step and appeared in front of the royal priest who was three feet tall and looked like a giant iron tower.

The high priest jumped up and slapped the royal priest on the head with a fierce slap.

The royal priest was horrified and raised his big hand like a cattail leaf fan to cover his forehead.

However, the power in the hands of the high priest was so violent that it was unbelievable, as if thousands of mountains collapsed and all eternities were destroyed.

The difference in power is really too great.

With a "poof" sound, the royal priest's arm and head were smashed to pieces.

Blood burst out and pieces of flesh flew everywhere.

After a long time, the two-foot-tall body suddenly fell to the ground.

The high priest's eyes were cold and he slowly glanced around the venue.

All the priests lowered their heads, not daring to make eye contact with him.

The high priest snorted heavily, "From now on, you old and immortal bastards, if you feel unhappy, you can scold me! But whoever dares to say even a word about the young master will be killed without mercy!"

The sound fell to the ground, like the jingling of gold and stone, full of murderous intent.

What a domineering old man!

To be honest, Yun Zhong was a little touched by the fact that he defended Chen Xiaobao so much.

Immediately, Yun Zhong proposed that he could set up an ambush and find a few masters of the witch clan to ambush Lan Gang.

The high priest was extremely happy and directly allocated ten warriors of the Wu clan to Yun Zhong.

Then, he asked with great concern: "Is it enough? If not, I will send you ten more warriors from the witch clan?"

Enough!

That's enough!

In terms of combat effectiveness, the warriors of the Wu Clan are equivalent to the Yuanying Realm monks of the human race.

Moreover, when fighting alone, there is a high probability that the powerful Wu clan will win.

There are ten warriors of the Wu clan, let alone killing a small Lan Gang, even if they go to the Yongzhou Dutong Mansion, there will be no problem at all.

Of course, this kind of thing is just a casual thought.

In ancient times, hundreds of tribes competed for hegemony. The human tribe won and the witch tribe lost. The two sides made a contract.

The human race spared the Wu tribe and killed them all if they didn't.

But from now on, the masters of the Wu Clan who are strong men and above must stay faithfully in Yunmengze and are not allowed to leave the hundred-mile radius around Yunmengze.

Otherwise, all the human races in the world will attack together until the Wu clan is completely wiped out.

This is the reason why, even though they were only ten feet away from each other just now, with the strength of the Wu Clan warriors, they had a chance to kill Lan Gang in an instant, but they couldn't do it.

With these things in mind, Yun Zhong quickly arrived at the high priest's stone house.

The living standard of the Wu tribe is still in the Stone Age, primitive and wild.

For example, the stone house of the high priest is built on all sides with huge stones a hundred feet high, and is topped with a huge rock.

It's very big, but it looks like a turtle shell and has no beauty at all.

Pushing open the heavy rock door, the interior of the large stone house looks extremely simple.

A stone bed, a stone table, and a stone chair.

Basically, all the indoor furniture is here.

In addition, there is a firepit in the middle of the house.

The so-called fire pit is made of round stones arranged in a circle with a bonfire lit in the middle.

On the bonfire, there was a dark bronze pot whose original color could no longer be seen, and something was cooking in it.

The high priest smiled, holding a branch, and stirred the pot twice from time to time, as if to prevent the pot from getting stuck.

Yun Zhong stuck his head and took a look inside.

Good guy, the thing boiling in that pot is a huge black mass, boiling with a disgusting smell.

Yun Zhong couldn't help but cursed in his heart, it was already like this, why should he be afraid of burning the pot? It would taste better if it was burnt.

At this time, Chen Xiaobao was sitting by the fire pit with a sad face.

In his hand, he was also holding a bone bowl made from the skull of an unknown animal.

The bowl was filled with thick black liquid.

The high priest's wrinkled old face had a bright smile, and he looked at Chen Xiaobao with concern and kindness.

"Young Master, this Nine Gods Soup is a good thing. Drink it while it's hot. It won't taste good when it's cold!"

Damn it!

Chen Xiaobao looked at the dark soup in the bone bowl with a sad face, and his smile was uglier than crying.

Doesn’t taste good when it’s cold?

With this taste, how could it be any worse?

Chen Xiaobao looked at the high priest and said miserably: "Is it okay if I don't drink?"

The high priest said with a smile: "Young Master, you can drink if you want to, but if you don't want to drink, don't drink. How dare I force you to drink?"

Chen Xiaobao just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

Here, the high priest spoke again.

"This Nine God Soup was brewed by me after spending hundreds of years, going through life and death, sneaking into nine ancient battlefield ruins, and collecting the essence condensed after the death of the nine divine beasts... Young Master, if you don't want to drink it,

, just throw it away!”

Damn it!

Chen Xiaobao looked at the black soup in the bone bowl and felt like crying.

If you say this, if I dump it again, all your hard work will be in vain, I will feel worse than a beast!

Damn it!

Seeing Chen Xiaobao's embarrassment, Yun Zhong smiled slightly, walked in, and bowed respectfully to the high priest.
Chapter completed!