Chapter 5599: 5599 Gu Fenghua Secretly Rejoicing

  Chapter 5599 5599 Gu Fenghua secretly rejoices

  Faced with Gu Fenghua's unfathomable ancient witchcraft, he didn't even have the opportunity to open the fate of the witch soul.

   "It's not your witch clan, can you still be..." When Duanmu Linxiu said, the hatred that Ji Mingfeng had just thrown behind his head immediately returned, and he asked sharply.

But I didn’t finish talking, and realized that Lord Saint Witch was still in front of him and couldn’t tolerate himself arrogantly, and then stopped talking, and said to Gu Fenghua with a sad expression: "It's not just my son Wei. Over the years, there have been nine Lingwu clan. The genius younger generation was brutally murdered, I beg the Lord Saint Witch to be the master of my spirit witch clan."

Behind   , except for Jiang Liangshi and the few elders who showed thoughtfulness, the other Spirit Witch tribes looked at the opposite Witch Witch tribe with hatred in their eyes.

  "This matter is a bit weird, Elder Ji don't worry, when the truth is found out, I will be fair to the spirit witch family." Gu Fenghua said in a deep voice.

  She was not ignorant of what happened in Saint Witch Valley before, she intuitively felt that Duanmu Linxiu did not lie. Besides, with Duanmu Linxiu's strength, no one in the Lingwu clan was his opponent, and he really didn't need to send someone to assassinate the descendants of the Lingwu clan.

  However, the old lady Ji was right to ask, who else could she be if she is not a family of witches?

   Listening to Gu Fenghua's words, Ji Mingfeng's eyes showed a bit of unwillingness, but he did not dare to attack.

  Gu Fenghua saw through her that she was unwilling and didn't say much. She was guided by the scroll to Saint Witch Valley, with the purpose of finding a way to resolve the calamity of the world. As for the grievances between the Spirit Witch family and the Underworld Witch family, she would find a way to find out the truth later.

   "Elder Duanmu, I heard that when the Lingwu clan left, they took some of the murals?" Gu Fenghua asked Duanmu Linxiu.

   "Yes, my ghost witch clan returns to Saint Witch Valley this time, so I want to return the murals, reclaim my ancient witchcraft, and work together to deal with the catastrophe of the world." Duanmu Linxiu sighed and replied.

   "Have you brought that mural?" Gu Fenghua asked.

   "Bring it back, it will be sealed in this staff." Duanmu Linxiu replied.

  Gu Fenghua secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, he stopped the two of them in time. Otherwise, when they die together, the staff must be destroyed, and most of the murals in the seal will be inevitable.

   "That's good, Elder Duanmu, please follow me." Gu Fenghua said and walked towards the hall.

  Danmu Linxiu knows her intention is to re-brand the murals in the hall, and step to follow her.

  Ji Mingfeng obviously still couldn't believe him, for fear that this "old thief" would do anything to accompany Gu Fenghua on the other side, a pair of hens' eyes were rolling, staring at Duanmu Linxiu for a moment.

  At this moment, Gu Fenghua's heart suddenly throbbed, and a strong sense of crisis rushed into his heart, even the hairs on his back were standing upright.

  Except for the previous few attempts to borrow the power of blood to pull out the divine sword, it was the first time that she felt such a strong crisis.

   "Be careful!" Gu Fenghua didn't even think about it. He stretched out his hand and pushed Duanmu Linxiu and Ji Mingxiu out. At the same time, he quickly turned around, holding the sword hilt and cutting out.

  Her movements are not unpleasant, but as she turned around, a figure appeared out of thin air, with a long sword in her hand piercing her heart vein like lightning.

   "Qiang!" Jin Tie whispered, and Gu Fenghua slashed at the sharp point of the sword.

  Although he blocked this fatal blow before he could let it happen, Gu Fenghua made a hasty shot under his instinct, and he didn't even have time to condense his holy energy. How could he show his true strength. But the opponent's sword has obviously been prepared for a long time.

  (End of this chapter)