"You don't need to say anything more. Even if I can regain my ancestral witch bloodline, do you think the Sanqing will watch the witch clan regain Pangu's luck? With the current witch clan's luck, self-protection is not enough, let alone help me."
"Tianyang, you really don't think about it anymore? If you really decide to leave the Witch Clan, the elders will definitely not agree. At that time, even if you are the King of the Western Star, you may be in a lot of trouble."
"I don't want to go against the witch clan, but if all the elders refuse to give up, there is nothing I can do. Just stay with you at any time. But you have to understand that I am now the King of the West Stars in charge of the West Star Field of the Heavenly Court. Although the stars under my seat are not elite, the power of the ancient star array is definitely not easily broken by anyone."
"Junior Sister Yiting, hurry up and save us. This guy is simply ungrateful and willing to be a lackey in the Heavenly Court."
"I said you two, it's better not to make me angry, otherwise, you will suffer from your suffering." Tianyang looked at Qiushui, without regrets, the real dragon transformed from qi and blood began to tighten continuously, and the two of them immediately felt as if their bodies were about to be cut off.
"You, let go, let us go." Qiu Shui, Wuhui struggled, his face turned red.
"This is just a little punishment for you. Please be careful when speaking in the future. Not everyone will give you face. If you were not Mica's disciples, you would have died long ago."
"Hmph!" A voice came from the depths of Wushan, and a powerful force hit Tianyang hard. Tianyang's chest seemed to be hit by a heavy object, and his body kept retreating, a wisp of blood oozing out from the corner of his mouth, and the qi and blood in his body kept surging.
"Micca, is this Wushan's way of hospitality?" Tianyang's bone-refining golden body was circulating in his body, and strands of bone marrow essence flowed throughout his body, and soon calmed down the surging of blood and qi in his body.
"How can I treat guests in this palace? You just a junior to teach me. Do you feel that the lesson just now is not enough?" Mica instantly appeared in front of Tianyang's eyes, waving his hand to shake off the true dragon of Qi and blood that bound Qiu Shui and Wuxuan.
"Master, I'm sorry, my disciples have disappointed you." Qiu Shui, Wu Hui, kneeled in front of Mica. As Mica's direct disciples, they really embarrassed Master today.
"You get up, you have to practice hard in the future. The two of you join forces will not beat one person. You have been practicing for so many years." Mica looked at the two disciples with dissatisfaction. The disciples he selected were extremely qualified and lucky, and they all broke through the Daluo realm within a thousand years. He was still very satisfied. Although they could not be called a peerless person, they could also be called a genius. However, compared with the boy in front of him, there was a big gap.
"I'm sorry, Master, if my senior brother is here, he will definitely not embarrass you." Qiu Shui looked at Mica.
"Yes, it would be great if Wuya was there." Mica sighed. Among the disciples, the one she valued the most was the eldest disciple Wuya. His talent was also the highest among them. After less than ten thousand years of cultivation, he cut off the first corpse and entered the realm of quasi-saints. Even among the second-generation disciples of those saints, he could be regarded as outstanding. Unfortunately, he was trapped by love, which made her very sad.
"Micca, I thank you for your comfort, but please don't force me. I know very well what to do about my own affairs. So what if I can untie Pangu's bloodline? Do you really think the Three Pure Ones will give me a chance?" Tianyang showed a bitter smile. If he had known that this would be the result, he would really agree to Styx. Then he would not have to end up at this level.