Chapter 703 The Twelve Ancestral Witches Phantom

【Buzhoushan Temple】

The matter in the void came to an end for the time being. Pavilion Master Chen, followed by his disciples, came to the open space in front of Buzhou Mountain Temple.

Tens of thousands of witch clansmen have never left their eyes on this emperor!

Until the emperor landed in front of the temple, he was still letting out the low roar of the witch clan excitedly.

[Title: Emperor of the Witch Clan, Effect: Body strength enhanced up to 6000 times. 】

Pavilion Master Chen looked at his title and saw that the effect had changed.

I don’t know how terrifying it will be if the body is strengthened six thousand times...

"My subordinates respectfully welcome the emperor!" Xing Tian, ​​Shu Chen, Tian Ye...all the leaders of the witch clan knelt down on one knee and lined up neatly. Their bodies were also deliberately reduced to the size of a normal person. They were not Dare to let the emperor look up to you!

"From today on, the entire Witch Clan will become a sharp blade in the hands of the Emperor. The Witch Clan will not question any of the Emperor's orders!"

"Please, Your Majesty the Emperor, accept the Witch Clan!"

Looking at these Wu Clan, Chen Daoxuan chuckled and nodded: "No need to be polite, this Pavilion Master still has some understanding of the Wu Clan, and has been in contact with Dayi for a long time."

However, many witch clans did not stand up, but kept their extremely pious eyes. If the emperor was unwilling to accept them, he might really be planning to kneel to death!

Pavilion Master Chen already knew the loyalty of the Wu clan, so he naturally did not refuse: "Get up, after a while, this Pavilion Master will also need manpower to deal with the chores of this vast void."

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Emperor!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Emperor!!"

"Thank you, Lord Emperor!!!"

Hearing this, tens of thousands of witch clansmen shouted excitedly and stood up one after another.

Seeing the Emperor looking towards the temple, Xing Tian immediately stepped forward and explained: "To inform the Emperor, this temple has been automatically closed just now."

"Please wait a moment, Your Majesty, my subordinates will open the temple right now!"

When Leng Yanran was fighting outside the temple just now, the temple had been naturally closed. If you wanted to open it, you had to either do it from the inside or sacrifice the blood of the great witch again.

Although Xing Tian and Shu Chen have lost less than half of their blood, and opening the temple again in a short period of time may hurt their roots, they don't care. Even if they die for the emperor, they will not blink an eye.

"No need to bother."

Pavilion Master Chen said casually and walked directly towards the temple.

When he got closer, he was about to raise his hand to open the temple door, but he was slightly startled and found that the temple door actually sensed his arrival and opened automatically!

Did the original twelve ancestral witches already predict his arrival?

Seeing this, a group of witches also devoutly closed their eyes towards the temple and recited some incomprehensible words in the witch language.

Saint Taiqing stood beside Zhen Yuanzi and watched quietly. It was not suitable for him to talk to him at this time.

However, Xing Tian and a few witch clansmen who had existed since ancient times shrank their pupils when they saw Tai Qing's figure.

Even the Wu Clan in its heyday was not afraid of saints, but they were not willing to fight with them.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, I can still see the Taiqing Saint from the ancient times, and it seems that his realm has made many breakthroughs!

However, it seems that Saint Taiqing also respects his own emperor, so the witch clan didn't care too much.

At this time, Pavilion Master Chen had already led four disciples into the temple.

Soon, they came to the main space of the temple.

The moment he just stepped into the main space, a total of twelve ancestral shaman sculptures on both sides emitted a source of power and landed in front of Pavilion Master Chen.

If this source is absorbed, the benefits will be greater than the power of laws in the side hall!

At the same time, if Pavilion Master Chen wants to cultivate this origin, he can also cultivate it in the blood pool. After a long period of cultivation, the twelve ancestral witches may be able to return to the world.

Pavilion Master Chen raised his head slightly and saw a figure transforming in front of each statue.

She was looking at him silently, her eyes a little complicated.

"I'll wait and see you, Your Majesty the Emperor!"

Twelve figures all bowed their hands in greeting.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches?"

"Did you know that this pavilion master will come?"

Chen Daoxuan also found it quite interesting when he saw this. The other party could actually deduce that the recovery of the Wu clan was related to him, and even calculated that he could come to the temple. This method was a bit scary.

You must know that except for himself, no one else can deduce the future related to him. Even a saint or even a Taoist master can never do it.

"It doesn't count..."

"Back then, my second brother Zhu Jiuyin was observing the long river of time, looking for an opportunity for the Witch Clan to kill the Demon Clan, but an accident happened and he saw a simple scene many years later."

"then......"

A woman with a good appearance, a well-proportioned figure, and not particularly developed muscles, but full of strength and perfect lines, explained the situation at that time.

In order to compete with the demon clan for the hegemony of heaven and earth, the Wu clan has Zhu Jiuyin, who masters the laws of time, observing the long river of time and looking for opportunities.

But in the end, it was discovered that the fate of the Wu clan could not be changed no matter what, Zhu Jiuyin, who was unwilling to give up, continued to deduce it to future generations!

Until a young figure appeared in the picture, it was the young man standing in the main hall at this time.

As the young man glanced back at the scene, Zhu Jiuyin fell out of the river of time and forgot what the young man's facial features looked like.

But in the picture, he vaguely saw a name on the flower scroll that the young man was writing: Chen Daoxuan.

"At the beginning, no matter how many times I and the twelve people wrote it, they could only retain the word Chen Xuan, but could not retain the full name of the Emperor."

"Even the face of the Emperor cannot be reproduced, and only a faceless portrait remains."

Xuan Ming looked at the leisurely young man in the palace as if he were listening to a story, and told the story of the past with emotion.

"Then how did you deduce that this pavilion master will come to Buzhou Mountain?"

Chen Daoxuan nodded slightly, without doubting whether the other party's statement was true.

"Can't figure it out..."

"We're betting."

"Just like now, we are also betting."

"These twelve origins are extracted from the essence and blood of my twelve ancestral witches. If they are absorbed and refined, the effect will be even better than the power of law left in the side hall."

"But if the emperor is willing to revive twelve of us to serve you, you can also place these twelve origins in the sea of ​​blood."

"It's just... we're not sure whether he can be revived."

"Everything is decided by you, the emperor. If you absorb and refine it, we have no regrets. I just hope that the emperor can treat the Wu Clan well and let the Wu Clan pass on. This is our greatest wish!"

Xuan Ming's eyes looked at the young man with a somewhat complicated look, filled with both happiness and worry.

After saying that, he bowed deeply to the young man, and the other ancestral witches also bowed silently. No matter what decision the young man made, the twelve ancestral witches could not change it.