It seemed that the blood mist on the Mi River became thicker and thicker, and the moon in the sky, which was originally as clean as a white jade plate, seemed to be dyed with a slight blood red.

On the plains on the riverside, the heavy cavalry of Chu, wearing heavy armor, rushed into the blood mist first.

And that luxurious king was still moving forward slowly and at a constant speed.

Around the king, six distinct square formations were formed, surrounded by guards. The most eye-catching one was a shiny bald head in the square formation, but full of armored monk soldiers. The other five square formations were probably composed of children from the five major families.

Mi Xiong, wearing a yellow dragon robe, is no longer sitting lazily, but sitting upright.

After removing the laziness on his face on weekdays, Mi Xiong had an unquestionable majesty and was worthy of being the lord of the Southern Region.

At this moment, looking at the blood mist in the distance, there was a solemn look in Mi Xiong's eyes.

After looking at the Mi River for a long time, Mi Xiong slowly spoke and said to himself: "It seems that the Black Witch Sect's work this time is a bit big!"

Gan Yao, who was serving next to him, heard this and hurriedly said, "Report to the king, it seems that the Black Witch Sect should have prepared a lot of blood-eating poison this time. If I was not mistaken, the Black Witch Sect is probably preparing to sacrifice to the legendary witch god this time!"

"Witch God?" A look of surprise appeared on his face, "Isn't the founder of the Black Witch Cult, the Black Witch King? What is this Witch God?"

Over the years, Mi Xiong has been focusing on "regulating the five major families and strengthening centralization". Although he knows that the existence of the Black Witch Cult will have some threats, because they have been hiding in the 100,000 mountains for many years, they are relatively low-key and not a big concern. Therefore, since Mi Xiong succeeded to the throne, he has never paid too much attention to what this kind of thing believed in within the Black Witch Cult.

However, Mi Xiong naturally knew that his close servant had studied witchcraft in detail, so he asked this question.

Immediately, Gan Yao explained: "Although the Black Witch Cult was founded by the first generation of the Black Witch King, the Black Witch King is just the leader of the Black Witch Cult. The Witch God has existed for countless years. As early as 100,000 years ago, in the 100,000 mountains, there seemed to be a tribe that believed in the Witch God... After the Black Witch King established the Black Witch Cult, the entire Black Witch Cult also believed in the Witch God."

"Is that true?" Mi Xiong nodded.

Suddenly, Mi Xiong thought for a moment, but directly ordered: "Everyone obeys the order and move forward at full speed!" He knew that the so-called god totems in the 100,000 mountains were all with some strange powers.

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On the Mi River, there is a tall tower ship floating in the river at this moment.

There are big red lanterns hanging on the boat. From a distance, people think it is a famous artist's song and painting boat.

At this moment, two figures stood on the bow of the tower ship.

An old man with a slightly hunched face, with a haggard face but his eyes were as big as a copper bell, was looking at the blood mist in front of him, with a stern smile on his face.

Next to him was a graceful woman with a white lotus mask on her face, but what attracted her the most was her white jade feet, and the shining silver chain on her ankles made the jade feet look like snow, which made her look like snow.

After looking at the blood mist in front of him, the haggard old man stared at his copper bell-like eyes and looked around the woman, then he said in surprise: "I really didn't expect that the White Lotus Sect, which everyone shouted and beat in the Central World, can now call the wind and rain in the Western Regions! The Holy Mother is such a talented person!"

"Your Highness the Black Witch King is too rewarded. Your fearless death is the pursuit of death by sacrificing sacrifices beside Yingdu, but in my opinion, it is even more admirable!" Zhao Mingyu's voice was filled with a hint of teasing.

And after her words, this withered old man was actually Duan Qianming, the contemporary black witch king?

Hearing this, the haggard old man Duan Qianming showed a meaningful smile on his face at this moment, and he said, "The Virgin Mary doesn't have to use words to squeeze me out. Although my behavior seems reckless, I am actually confident!"

"Oh?" Zhao Mingyu made a silent voice from his mouth.

Duan Qianming smiled and said, "If everything goes as smoothly as I expected, the might of my Black Witch Sect in the Southern Region may be overwhelming the limelight of your White Lotus Sect in the Western Regions in an instant!"

"It's not in vain to see His Highness the Black Witch King so confident." Zhao Mingyu chuckled, and his tone was still full of disbelief.

Duan Qianming glanced at Zhao Mingyu greedily at this moment and said with a smile: "I have been preparing for so many years and finally achieved success. Of course, I have to watch it with my own eyes. My efforts have not been in vain!"

When Zhao Mingyu heard this, he suddenly felt a sudden heart: What does this old man mean?

"I have known the Virgin Mary for more than a few thousand years, but I have grown old day by day. But Virgin Mary has been still shining for many years, and it is even more brilliant than when I first met!" Duan Qianming said with a smile.

Zhao Mingyu then realized: It turns out that this old guy has something to do with his ex-Holy Mother White Lotus? What's the matter with me?

So, in order to distance the two of them, Zhao Mingyu sarcastically said: "Your Highness the Black Witch King, you should wait until you achieve success before saying these words to me! Now... Humph, it's a little too early!"

"Yes." Duan Qianming was not annoyed, but responded, and then his copper bell-like eyes looked at the bright moon in the sky again, his lips also opened slightly, revealing toothless gums. With his withered face, he smiled like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, "But, if you see the figure of Lord Witch God in a while, you won't believe that I can win!"

Witch God?

Hearing this, Zhao Mingyu's heart burst slightly.

Then, she slowly turned her head, looked at the side of the river, and said lightly: "It seems that many flies are coming in! Moreover, Mi Xiong, who is called the god of the Southern Region behind, seems to be close! But you, the Lord Witch God, still have no shadow! Your Highness, the Black Witch King, are you ready?"

When Duan Qianming heard this, he suddenly showed a trace of disdain on his face and smiled: "What kind of magical elephant in the Southern Region is just a group of ordinary people deliberately beautify it. Mi Xiong is just a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered!"

After saying that, Duan Qianming took out something white from his arms, like a round jade. Then, he began to mutter with a serious look on his face.

As he muttered something, the white thing emitted light. In an instant, the blood-red blood-eating pots hidden underground on both sides of the Mi River suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

At this moment, the flags planted in various villages were shocked and emitted a strange mysterious light.
Chapter completed!