The lord's army conquers the world

Chapter 2836 witch sacrifice
Volume 283 Chapter [-]
A few days later, the witch festival of the Wu tribe officially began.

Countless people came to the front of a vast forest, where a rectangular platform ten meters high was built, with abundant fruits and food already placed on it, and wizards wearing wizard costumes and masks dancing primitive dances on them .

Standing in front of each stone platform are the patriarchs of various tribes, followed by witches of many tribes, and at the end are countless ordinary people.

The scene was very lively and grand.

The crowd was dominated by an old woman holding a wooden stick, and it seemed that she had the highest status.

The forest in front was the place where the ancestors of the Wu Clan lived. Now it is surrounded by various magic circles and has become a holy place for the Wu Clan. The strong Wu Clan also left countless inheritances and treasures in it, which is very attractive. .

Zhao Fu stood at the front, and another descendant of the Immortal Venerable stood at the side, because Zhao Fu and her had the greatest potential, and as representatives of many witches, they had to stand at the front, otherwise Zhao Fu didn't want to be so eye-catching from the beginning .

Zhao Fu also knew the identity of the other Immortal Venerable's successor. She was a pure Wu Clan, and she was said to be related to the Immortal Venerable by blood. Her name was Wu Ying.

The old woman looked at the forest in front of her with deep eyes, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "We will never forget our ancestors. Today we will sacrifice to our ancestors, and we hope that our ancestors will bless us!"

After finishing speaking, the old woman bowed forward, the clan leaders also bowed forward, and the others followed suit, Zhao Fu was no exception, because it would be too obvious if he didn't bow alone.

boom!
The void emanating from the forest shot out countless rays of light, shooting towards the people standing in front of the forest with a huge momentum, forming a path of light.

The old woman shouted, "The witch sacrifice begins!"

The old woman and many patriarchs walked to the side, looking at Zhao Fu and the others standing behind them.

Zhao Fu and the others walked forward and walked into the forest along this light path.

The witches continued to enter the forest.

The elegant middle-aged man asked, "This time Wu Ji doesn't know who can become the young patriarch!"

The beautiful woman in the red skirt said with a smile, "If there are no accidents, the young patriarch will be selected among Wu Ling and Wu Ying. But I personally prefer Wu Ying."

The handsome young man also chuckled and said, "I am more optimistic about her. She is the heir of the Immortal Venerable, her aptitude is beyond perception, the tenth level of the witch seal, and her blood is related to the Immortal Venerable. It can be said that she is the perfect heir of the young patriarch."

The old woman also nodded, "It is true that no one is better than her!"

The elegant middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "On the surface, she is indeed the most suitable person, but I have a vague feeling that that witch spirit is not simple, his origin is too mysterious, and I have not gotten any news from him. He was deliberately hiding his identity."

The beautiful woman with a cold face said, "Well, you are right about this, and I wonder why he hides his identity? Is there anything he doesn't want to tell us? Also, the strength displayed by this person is unfathomable, maybe He will become the young patriarch of the Wu Clan, just let this be the young patriarch, okay?"

The old woman said, "Nothing, since he is qualified, we can't stop him."

The elegant middle-aged man sighed, "It's true that it's meaningless to talk about him now, let's just see their performance in the Holy Land!"

Zhao Fu entered the forest to look around, and said to Lang Qing, "Follow me!"

Lang Qing is also a shaman of a tribe, who is eligible to participate in the shaman festival, and nodded with a happy smile.

Wu Ying looked at Zhao Fu who was leaving, showing a dignified expression. She had also heard some information about Zhao Fu, and she also cared about Zhao Fu very much, because Zhao Fu was also a strong candidate to become the young patriarch.

She has been trying to perceive Zhao Fu's strength from the very beginning, but she has been unable to perceive Zhao Fu's strength until now. With her ability, she can't perceive Zhao Fu's strength. Then Zhao Fu's strength is absolutely terrifying, and he will definitely not be weak. to her.

A charming woman walked up to her and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

She is a witch from the Luo Snake tribe, named She Youmeng, and one of the eight great witches. She has also become Wu Ying's friend in the past few days.

Wu Ying said, "I feel that Wu Ling is very powerful!"

She Youmeng chuckled, "Well, we've heard of him before, but I still think you will become the young patriarch of the Wu Clan."

Wu Ying said softly, "Maybe not necessarily!"

She Youmeng said, "Then why not try to catch up with him now to see who is stronger. I think he is the only threat. If you remove him, no one can stop you."

Wu Ying thought for a while, "It's not suitable for the witch festival just started, let's leave our battle to the end!"

Xuanzhang, Yuan Mie, and Frog Bull stood aside. Originally, they were the three great geniuses of the Wu Clan and were admired by countless people, but now they seemed to have lost their light, and the limelight was almost taken away by Wu Ying and Zhao Fu. People are watching them.

"What should we do next?" Xuanzang looked at Wu Ying in front and asked.

Frog Bull said, "Anyway, it is impossible for us to become young patriarchs and do our own things. There are many good things in this holy place."

After the frog bull was defeated by Zhao Fu last time, it also lost that kind of arrogance and became low-key.

Yuan Mie nodded, "Their battle should be at the end, and we don't need to do anything now."

The people standing outside the Holy Land used a secret technique, so that everyone's pictures were in the sky first.

Lang Qing followed behind Zhao Fu and asked, "Wu Ling, where should we go now?"

Zhao Fu was flying in the sky while sensing his surroundings. "I don't know, let's see what treasures there are."

call out!
At this time, a huge black vine shot out from the ground, and shot at Zhao Fu and the two with a powerful momentum, very fast.

Zhao Fu stretched out his hand and grabbed the vine with an invisible big hand. The vine twisted and grew vigorously, like a black python.

The black vines found that they couldn't break free from Zhao Fu's hand, and immediately grew rows of three-meter-long spikes. Those spikes were blood-colored, exuding a steel-like cold light, and charged towards Zhao Fu with a burst of strength. Fei shot past.

A defensive shield floated out of Zhao Fu's body, covering Zhao Fu's body and Langqing's body. The densely packed spikes shot at the defensive shield, making a series of noises, without causing any harm to Zhao Fu.

Not only Zhao Fu was attacked, but other shamans were also attacked in different ways.

Some are grass growing on the ground, which grows suddenly and rapidly, wrapping around a witch's body, and some are big trees that come alive, and grow a big mouth to swallow a witch.There are also some flowers that suddenly flew out, as sharp as blades, cutting people's bodies...

(End of this chapter)