Villain: The hostess collapsed after killing the woman to preach

Ning Jie looked at Wu Jin with a serious expression.

Wu Jin, who was flipping through a book, slowly raised his head, looked at Ning Jie and said:

"Well, what's the matter?"

"Witch Master, I killed Liu Lian."

When Wu Jin heard this, he felt like he was struck by lightning. His whole body was shocked and his eyes widened with disbelief.

"Why? Give me a reason!"

Ning Jie did not answer immediately. He just silently took out the photo stone from his arms and then used his spiritual power to activate the image in it.

With the infusion of spiritual energy, the image stone slowly rose up, hovered in the air, and began to project images.

In the picture, Liu Lian's figure gradually became clear, with an arrogant look on his face that made people feel disgusted.

He was seen standing with his hands behind his back, his body swaying slightly, as if the whole world was under his control.

His lips opened and closed, and arrogant words came out of them.

"I... am an undercover agent of the righteous path. The witch master... is blind and a fool... You will not survive today!"

Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Wu Jin's heart.

After reading it, Wu Jin became so angry that his face turned blue. His body trembled slightly and his spiritual power surged uncontrollably in his body, forming waves of spiritual power around him. These waves were like gusts of strong wind, blowing the surrounding objects toppling over.

There was a flame of anger in his eyes, and that flame seemed to burn everything to ashes.

"This traitor! Ning Jie, you killed him well!"

His voice was filled with anger and hatred, it was hatred for Liu Lian's betrayal and anger towards righteousness.

Wu Jin took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He looked at Ning Jie, and the anger in his eyes was gradually replaced by appreciation.

"From now on, you will be one of the four guardians of the Wu Clan. You should do your best for the Wu Clan and don't let this Wu Lord down."

His tone was serious and solemn, as if he was entrusting Ning Jie with a sacred mission.

Ning Jie lowered his head respectfully, with an imperceptible cunning flashing in his eyes.

"Thank you for your trust, Master Witch. I will definitely fulfill my mission!"

After bidding farewell to Wu Jin and returning to the room, Ning Que showed a faint smile on his face.

Sure enough, Wu Jin a hundred thousand years ago was not so cunning, and he was a man who only believed in what he saw, so Ning Jie’s bet was right!

Now that I have infiltrated the upper echelons of the witch clan, I am just waiting for an opportunity!

Sure enough, the next day.

Ning Jie hadn't woken up yet when he heard the voices of his men outside the house.

"Protector Ning, the witch master wants you to attend the meeting."

"it is good."

Ning Jie answered, already having some premonition in his heart.

By the time he arrived at the hall, the other guardians and high-ranking members of the witch clan had already arrived.

The conference hall is solemn and dignified, with huge stone pillars supporting the high dome and carvings of the history and glory of the witch clan on the stone pillars.

The walls of the hall are inlaid with countless luminous pearls, making the entire hall as bright as day.

The Wu clan leaders had different expressions, some were confused, some were serious, but when they learned the topic of the meeting, they all became solemn.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the witch master, waiting for his speech.

Wu Jin stood on a high platform. He was wearing a gorgeous robe with mysterious patterns embroidered on it. Those patterns sparkled in the light of the fire, highlighting his noble status.

He looked dignified, with unquestionable majesty in his eyes, and said loudly:

"What happened to Liu Lian is a provocation to my Wu Clan by the righteous! Three days later, our army will march directly to the Human Emperor City and make them pay for their actions!"

His voice echoed in the hall, deafening like thunder.

When the high-ranking members of the Witch Clan below heard this, they were stunned at first, and then they shouted in unison. The shouts were like a surging tide, one wave after another, shaking the hall slightly.

Their eyes flashed with anger and desire to fight, as if they had already seen the scene of the Human Emperor City being breached.

Ning Jie stood aside, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

He knew that this was exactly the situation he had been expecting. A great war was about to begin, and this war would be a key step in achieving his ultimate goal.

He clenched his fists and silently thought about his next plan.

And in the present world one hundred thousand years later.

In Wangjing, the capital of the Great Xia Dynasty, sunlight was like golden threads, passing through the thin clouds and sprinkling on the bustling streets.

There are shops on both sides of the street, and people are coming and going, making it very lively.

Street vendors loudly hawk their wares, including exquisite ornaments, sweet cakes, and novel gadgets. All kinds of sounds interweave together to form a lively picture of the market.

However, behind this prosperity, there is an ancient courtyard.

At this moment, many women who had a close relationship with Ning Jie sat around an exquisite round table. Everyone's face was full of worry, as if covered by a thick layer of dark clouds.

Chu Miaohan, Xia Wanqing, Chu Xi, Shi Yuqie, Kong Huanyi, Si Luo, Afafu, Mu Qingxue...

The women sitting together, each with their own characteristics, are like a magnificent scene in the world!

But everyone sat together with strange expressions on their faces, and it was obvious that all the girls knew about Ning Jie's disappearance.

At this time, Saint Yaoguang broke the silence. She frowned slightly, with a hint of confusion and uneasiness in her eyes.

"Actually, I feel like nothing happened to the master, but he traveled to a certain point in time."

Xia Wanqing frowned slightly when she heard this.

"Why do you say that?"

"Some strange fragments appeared in my recent memory. I saw the figure of Master Ning Jie one hundred thousand years ago, so I guess he must be trapped in the time of one hundred thousand years ago."

Saint Yaoguang's tone was firm, but in this quiet room it was like a heavy hammer, striking everyone's heart.

When the girls heard this, they were immediately surprised.

Traveled back to a time point one hundred thousand years ago!

This...how is this possible?

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock and worry.

Taoist Alliance leader Chu Miaohan gently stroked the hilt of the sword in his hand, his eyes deep and wise, as if he could see through everything.

After a moment's thought she said:

"She didn't lie. I'm afraid Ning Que entered Wu Jin's space-time formation, and was accidentally transported to a hundred thousand years ago. This kind of space-time power is mysterious and unpredictable. If you are not careful, you may be doomed."

Her words made everyone feel nervous and worried about Ning Jie's safety.

For a moment, the room fell silent, with only the slightly rapid breathing of the crowd echoing in the air.

Everyone was trying hard to think of a way to rescue Ning Jie, but the time and space formation was too mysterious and they all felt they had no idea where to start.

Everyone began to discuss the matter one by one.

Although Chu Miaohan is knowledgeable, he knows very little about time and space formations.

Her brows were furrowed, her heart filled with helplessness. She knew very well that the power of time and space could not be easily resisted. If she acted forcefully, it might bring greater danger to Ning Jie.

Just then, a soft sound of footsteps was heard. The footsteps seemed to step on everyone's heartstrings, making everyone's eyes involuntarily look towards the door.

I saw a young girl walking slowly towards me.

The girl was wearing a light green long skirt, the hem of which fluttered in the wind, like a fairy descending to earth.

She has a beautiful face, skin whiter than snow, eyebrows as dark as distant ink, eyes as clear as lake water, deep and bright, and she exudes a mysterious aura, which is the unique temperament of the Nuwa clan, as if she has some special connection with the heaven, earth and nature.

If Ning Jie were here, he would be able to recognize that this girl is the descendant of the Nuwa clan - Ling'er.

Ling'er looked at everyone and spoke calmly.

"Maybe I have a solution."