"Ho huh! Wine! Good stuff!"

In the strange barracks, under a small mountain, the old tree demon comfortably laid his roots in the thick soil, holding a special huge wine jar in both hands, and filling the wine with big mouthfuls.

Beside him, the big leopard plunged beside a huge clay basin, which was filled with mellow spirits. The long tongue kept licking the wine, and drank happily.

Yu Mu stood by a bonfire more than a hundred feet away with a smile, and a dozen bonfires were filled with the slaughtered bison. Yu Mu, who was fully focused, carefully spread all kinds of sauces on the bison meat, and the rich aroma of barbecue drifted out dozens of miles in the wind.

"Wine, good stuff!" The old tree demon reached out to thug with satisfaction, and slapped Ji Hao hard.

With a loud bang, Ji Hao's waist sank into the ground. Looking at the drunk old tree demon helplessly, Ji Hao twisted his body and pulled himself out of the ground.

After a brief ceremony, the old tree demon was already the witch palace. Every year, he could enjoy the treatment of the elder-level witch palace as long as he gave the fruits he had produced on his body and part of the sap to the witch palace.

Luxurious palaces, vast territory, gorgeous clothes, beautiful maids... All of this has no meaning to the old tree demon and the big leopard, but the fine wine that Ji Hao brought for them made these two guys who had never drunk wine in their lives very satisfied.

"Wine, the essence of the creation of heaven and earth!" Ji Hao looked at the old tree demon with a smile on his face, picked up a jar of fine wine, and smiled and poured two mouthfuls into his mouth. The old tree demon had no other material requirements. All he needed was sunshine, rain, dew and soil, and now there was more fine wine.

Under the protection of the Witch Palace, he can live his life comfortably and comfortably according to his wishes, and there is still endless wine to drink every day. For the old tree demon and the big leopard, who are simple and have no too much desire, nothing is more suitable than this.

After accompanying the old tree demon to drink a drink, Ji Hao, Yu Mu and Feng Xing were called to the central army tent by Si Wenming's personal guards.

Si Wenming took off the thick burlap cloth he usually wore and changed into a black robe. The black robe was embroidered with silver silk threads to cover the stars in the sky and mountains, rivers and mountains. With Si Wenming's movements, these stars and mountains seemed to have moved.

In addition to Si Wenming, there were nearly a hundred elders of the Witch Palace, including Wu Longyao. They were wearing equally gorgeous black robes and looked at Ji Hao, Yu Mu and Feng Xing who were walking into the tent with great seriousness.

Ji Hao felt the serious atmosphere in the tent. He straightened his chest, corrected his expression, and looked at Si Wenming with a solemn face.

Behind Si Wenming, a seemingly turbid smoke, but it seems to contain countless colors, rushed up. In the smoke, you can see a man holding his head up and reaching his chest with his hands, as if he wanted to lift this void figure to appear and appear!

This is the totem of the human race and the totem of the Witch Palace.

Some people stand proudly between heaven and earth, standing upright, communicating with ghosts and gods in heaven and earth is the "witch"!

The human-shaped totem emits an ancient, majestic and vast aura. Waves of thick auras surged, attracting Ji Hao, Yu Mu, and Feng Xing's heartbeat frequency gradually matched the frequency of this aura.

Gradually, Ji Hao felt that everyone's heartbeat in the tent was exactly the same as the frequency of the totem's aura fluctuations.

Everyone's heartbeat was beating at the same frequency, "Gudong, Gudong, Gudong". Ji Hao suddenly had a wonderful feeling of everyone breathing and sharing their destiny, and everyone was completely integrated into a whole.

This is a strange secret witchcraft.

Ji Hao suddenly realized that this feeling of being completely integrated, and on the battlefield, all people with completely similar heartbeat frequencies can instantly merge into one and fight out!

Hundreds of elders of the Witch Palace in the hall, Qing Yishuier's Witch King-level strength. The power of hundreds of Witch Kings merged into one and exploded completely in an instant. What is this concept? Even the Witch Emperor can kill him, right?

"Uncle Wenming!" Ji Hao bowed to Si Wenming solemnly.

"Mr. Wenming!" Yu Mu and Feng Xing also saluted Si Wenming very solemnly, but when Yu Mu saluted, his movements were quite embarrassing. The flesh on his belly was too thick, and it was difficult to bend over!

Si Wenming nodded, and when he stretched out his hand, there was already a black witch stick on his hand that was twice as tall as others.

The dragon and Pan Feng are carved on the witch's staff. Stars and cloud patterns can be seen in the dragon and phoenix dance. Countless thunder and lightning are passing through the cloud patterns, countless gods, ghosts and demons, and the strange totems of the creatures in the heavens are delicate and subtle in the shadow of the lightning and thunder.

The witch stick was in a daze, and no breath was emitted. But when Ji Hao looked at the witch stick, his scalp felt numb. This witch stick... just looked at the black witch stick, and Ji Hao seemed to see a large pillar suddenly coming up from the world, standing up to the sky and suppressing Zhou Tian. Just looking from a distance, a severe pain of the soul being crushed.

"Yu Mu, Feng Xing, you two dolls were picked up by me when I traveled around the world." Si Wenming looked at Yu Mu and Feng Xing and smiled gently: "When I first met you, Yu Mu lay on the ground as bait. Feng Xing was preparing to hunt wild wolves that were eating Yu Mu with bows and arrows."

Yu Mu, Feng Xing's eyes suddenly turned a little red.

They were young at that time, with almost no witch power cultivation, and were very weak. In the vast wilderness, the two boys who wanted to survive had to hunt themselves in order to survive. They didn't even know how to make traps, so they could only let the chubby Yumu lie in the wilderness and pretend to be dead. When the wild wolf went to eat him, Feng Xing sneaked and attacked and hunted with bows and arrows!

"Although I haven't communicated with you much after taking you back to the Witch Palace, I see every step you have." Si Wenming smiled gently: "You are working hard, without the support of the tribe and family, and your cultivation progress is also very satisfied."

Turning to Ji Hao, Si Wenming smiled brighter and brighter: "Ji Hao, I won't say anything. In the Southern Wilderness, I have seen everything you do with my own eyes. You are a good baby. When you arrive in Puyang, you have also made a lot of contributions one after another, which is very good."

The witch stick in his hand gently pested on the ground, and a shaking sound made Ji Hao and the other two shocked the souls, and the stars in front of him flashed randomly.

Si Wenming shouted in a deep voice: "Today, the elders and I are here to ask you if you are willing to join the inner hall of the Witch Palace and become a wizard in the inner hall?"

Si Wenming continued to shout and said, "I'll ask you again, can you protect the human race forever and never betray it?"
Chapter completed!