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Inside the hall, it was empty and lonely, only the voice of the high priest echoed clearly.

Duan Huichuan looked at the calm-looking man on the jade platform, and said with a smile: "It seems that the high priest has been waiting for me for a long time."

"No." The high priest smiled lightly, "Your Highness came much faster than I expected. It seems that Han Ge has been solved by you. He is still so useless. It seems that choosing to cooperate with him was a mistake." Decide."

The high priest walked down the high jade platform slowly, and the hem of the clothes that dragged the floor rustled over the blue steps. He talked in a leisurely and chatty tone, as if he was just a spectator for the rebellion that caused chaos within the Dragon Clan. bystanders.

"But it's okay, just throw away the worthless chess pieces."

"Like your own son?" Duan Huichuan narrowed his eyes mockingly and sneered.

The high priest was silent for a moment, his eyes lowered, staring at the embossed patterns on the steps for a long time, and when he looked up again, he still looked calm and composed: "Everything that wants to achieve great things, there will always be someone who will sacrifice for it. As a descendant of the Witch King, You should also take your own responsibilities.”

Duan Huichuan looked at him coldly: "That's because you forced your will on him. You want him to sacrifice, why don't you sacrifice yourself?"

"That is the fate he should have, just like you were born to be the Dragon Prince." The high priest said unhurriedly, "If my sacrifice can bring about the rebirth of the Witch King, I will be happy with it."

Duan Huichuan raised his chin, his eyes full of disdain: "The Witch King has been dead for many years, you really want to revive the Witch Clan, you should reunite the tribe, build a territory, and improve their lives, instead of pinning your hopes on the illusory resurrection of the dead , Even if you are resurrected, what do you think, are you going to attack the Dragon Clan again? Are you afraid of repeating the same mistakes?"

The soul lamp in the high priest's hand struck heavily, and a dull sound echoed: "Naturally, it is to take back the glory that belonged to our clan in the past."

Duan Huichuan raised the corners of his mouth mockingly: "Your clan? I see that you are secretly planning such a conspiracy, but the situation of the Wu clan is not much better. To put it bluntly, you are just upset that the Wu King is suppressed by the father. Kill, do you want revenge?"

"Presumptuous!" The high priest's calm and calm expression finally showed a crack, and wrinkles appeared at the end of the vicissitudes of the eyes, "The Witch King is a genius who has been born for thousands of years in our witch clan. Under the leadership of the leader, it is becoming stronger and stronger, and the Dragon Clan has ruled this Longyuan Realm for too long."

Duan Huichuan was noncommittal: "Is this the reason for the Witch King's rebellion?"

"You who were born as the Dragon Prince, what do you know?" The high priest seemed to smile, with a trace of deep contempt and hatred in his eyes: "In the past, the Dragon Emperor was afraid that the Witch King would shake his rule, framed the Witch King, and detained him. Putting on the hat of rebellion, the army of the Witch King and the Dragon Emperor faced off at the bank of the Wangchuan River, and the Witch King was defeated by the large number of Dragon Clan, so it was a sad defeat!"

Duan Huichuan shook his head: "There are only positions in war, and there is no absolute right or wrong. The truth back then was probably known only to the Witch King himself. It is meaningless to say these things now. I am not here today to argue with you. Old things. I just want to ask you, how to get rid of the blood witch curse on Yan Yijun's body?"

"I said, as long as you hand over the holy ring to me, I will undo the curse for him." The high priest calmed down and looked at him with a pleasing expression.

Duan Huichuan spread out his palm, and the ancient purple ring slowly floated in his palm. The high priest's eyes were fixed on the ring, and his eyes were filled with dazzling luster.

It was a long-cherished wish he had dreamed of for many years, a treasure that symbolized supreme power, and the only hope for the rebirth of the Witch King.

"Okay, good, good boy, come here, let me see more clearly." The high priest's brows that were engraved with wind and frost creases stretched out, and his whole figure was like a dead tree that was dying.

The soul lamp in his hand seemed to shake lightly inadvertently, and the burning wick emitted a faint light that was almost bewitching.

In a trance, Duan Huichuan seemed to see that standing on the high platform was clearly his senior brother, his long black hair was tied up meticulously, and the hem of his pale blue clothes was blown up by the wind, and he could even clearly see the green bamboo with dark patterns on the hem.

Yan Yijun stared at him with a smile, and waved at him from a distance.It seems that you can reach it by reaching out.

"Brother..."

Duan Huichuan couldn't help showing a smile, his eyes lingered on his face, looked and looked, and finally walked towards him involuntarily.

He looked down at Yan Yijun's hand stretched out in front of him, it was white and thin, with well-defined joints, so he held it naturally, as if it was destined that he would hold this hand.

The high priest silently watched Duan Huichuan slowly approaching step by step, the smile in his eyes deepened, he opened his mouth, and was about to hint at the next step.

A sharp blue-purple electric light suddenly exploded between the hands!

The expanding thunder roared, baring its fangs and claws, rushing straight to the door!

The high priest was caught off guard and took a step back, the soul lamp was full of light to protect his whole body, but his beard and hair were still scorched by the violent arc.

The unpleasant burnt smell penetrated his nostrils, and the high priest smiled instead of anger: "Your Highness still likes to play tricks like he did when he was a child. At that time, the other brothers in the altar were often played by you."

"Stop making friends!" Duan Huichuan stared at him indifferently with lightning-like eyes, and a blooming Leilianto floated in his palm, "If you can't undo the curse for my senior brother, then I will undo it for him personally! "

The high priest shook his head and sighed: "Young and arrogant, arrogant."

"I just respected you as an elder just now, and I just wanted to give you some face to make you happy." Duan Huichuan rolled up his sleeves nonchalantly, and there seemed to be endless savings of lightning and thunder in his dark eyes, "High Priest, no matter what, I still Thanks to you."

"Oh?" The high priest held up the soul lamp, and the plain white sacrificial clothes moved automatically without wind.

"Thank you for allowing me to meet him."

As soon as Duan Huichuan finished speaking, his entire figure disappeared in place like a wisp of smoke!

All the lights in the hall were instantly extinguished, and the light seemed to be sucked away by some kind of black hole. As far as the eye could see, it was all quiet, only the soul lamp held in the hand of the high priest on the high platform, glowing like ghostly green. of light.

The high priest stood there calmly, with a smile on his lips: "Your Highness, don't forget, this is the resting place I carefully prepared for you."

"It's not certain who will be buried here!" Duan Huichuan's cold and deep voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Holding the giant thunder sword in his hand, he slashed heavily at the high priest, even cutting the white figure in two!

But no blood was spattered.

Duan Huichuan was not surprised, turned his body slightly, the high priest came out slowly from the other side, and said with a faint smile: "Your Highness, the lightning and lightning speed you rely on is useless to me, don't forget, I am a divination witch. "

As if to verify his prophecy, thunder burst from the sky, intertwined into a net, and crazily smashed down on the position of the high priest, almost smashing the jade steps to pieces!

But this time, the invincible Thunder failed again!

The glare of the lightning illuminated Duan Huichuan's solemn side face, where the line of sight wandered, the high priest really appeared in another direction.

Duan Huichuan narrowed his eyes slightly and clicked his tongue lightly.

Jingle Bell--

A crisp sound came from nowhere, as if it had received some kind of hint, the dark red carpet laid on the stone bricks in the hall suddenly burned fiercely, and the grand flame scorched everything.

A huge six-pointed star emerged in the center of the flame, and a dark green light flowed in it.

It seems that there are countless terrifying screams and ghost cries coming from the distant hell. They stretched out their skeleton-only hands, tearing at this door, and they are about to break through the door, or pull fresh creatures down to become part of them .

Duan Huichuan looked at the six-pointed star array under his feet and frowned.

Blue-purple arcs surged around the body, constantly dispersing the approaching flames and wandering evil spirits.

On the high platform, the throne belonging to the Witch King slowly rises!

The throne is made of a whole piece of ghost crystal, the witch king's icy body sits on the throne, his eyes are tightly closed, his eyebrows are somewhat similar to Yan Yijun, his pale face will always stay in his prime Moment.

"That's the Witch King?" Duan Huichuan looked at the man on the throne with a strange look in his eyes.

The high priest looked at the Witch King, his eyes were filled with fanaticism and reverence, the loose and wrinkled skin on his face trembled slightly with excitement, and a morbid blush appeared on his cheeks.

He suddenly laughed loudly, almost crazy: "That's right, today is the day when the great king of the witch clan will be reborn! And you, Your Highness, will use the holy ring of the dragon clan and the dragon blood of the five-clawed golden dragon to enshrine to him!"

As soon as the words fell, the cold and silent hall suddenly shook!

Duan Huichuan's legs seemed to be firmly glued to the hexagram array, as if countless invisible chains were slowly winding up, tearing his hands and feet, and the violent thunder and fire could not be exhausted.

With a roaring dragon chant, Duan Huichuan directly transformed into a golden dragon, soaring into the sky, and the chains that entangled him broke instantly under the incomparable mighty power!

The high priest standing on the high platform quietly watched him break free, but showed a playful smile instead.

The entire hall was shaken by the ground, the shaking crystal lamp fell from the dome, and countless peeling gravel and pillars began to collapse.

On the four stone walls, the dark green rays of light flowed wildly, forming a huge vortex of witch power in the hexagram array in the middle, firmly sucking the golden dragon!

Unexpectedly, the high priest did not hesitate to destroy the old capital city, and turned the entire tower into a trapped dragon formation!

"Just relying on this broken formation, you want to suppress and kill this hall?! Don't dream!"

The golden dragon roared and tossed in the formation, scorching dragon's breath and thunder and fire swept everything around it, and the tyrannical dragon's body almost smashed the space into pieces!

In the sky above Wangcheng, the clouds for thousands of miles were as dark as a deep abyss in an instant, and the thunderclouds billowed like waves, rolling in, as if there were countless thunder and lightning snakes roaring and roaring in the gloomy clouds.

In just a split second, thousands of thunderbolts roared and slammed down crazily, smashing the crumbling tower full of holes!

However, the six-pointed star formation that trapped the golden dragon remained motionless under such a rampant and wanton attack, and the almost endless shadows stabbed into the dragon's body, sucking his surging blood and vitality desperately!

The high-pitched dragon's roar went straight into the sky, and blue-purple lotus flowers hovered and floated in mid-air. The scattered petals were scattered, accompanied by flickering electric arcs, like a grand firework, extremely poignant and sharp.

The high priest stood at the highest point of the formation, holding up the soul lamp in his hand. His exposed skin was dripping with blood from the sharp petals, but he still ignored it, as if he had completely abandoned the pain.

"Don't waste your energy, this big formation will absorb all your blood and vitality, and transfer it to the throne of the Witch King with the resurrection power of the holy ring, and finally, my own..."

The vicissitudes of the high priest's cheeks began to become shriveled. After saying these words intermittently, he looked like he was ten years old.

He squinted his eyes, expecting to look at the Witch King who was surrounded by dark green witch power. Rich inspiration and vitality continued to gather on him, and faintly, a mighty power that shook the world slowly rose.

The high priest closed his eyes joyfully, tears seemed to flicker in the corners of his eyes: "I said, when this is over, the blood witch curse will be lifted, Yijun, my son... I'm sorry..."

In the dense clouds that covered the sky and the sun, there were thunder and lightning, and it rained cats and dogs in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, the six-pointed star array began to shrink violently, and then expanded——

It seems that something terrifying is about to break through the cage and come to the world!

The face of the high priest changed slightly, his resolute face was washed wantonly by the torrential rain, and it was still as cold as steel. He took a last look in a certain direction in the distance, resolutely threw himself into the big formation, and let the burning soul lamp swallow him own figure.

The earth-shattering explosion tore a long canyon-like wound between the sky and the earth!

In the vast and boundless Longyuan Realm, at this moment, almost all living beings were startled by this unusual vision.

A round of dazzling golden light suddenly rises, like a round of brilliant sun, all the luster in the world is completely eclipsed!

This round of grand sun dispelled the turbulent clouds, evaporated the heavy rain, and all the manic thunder and lightning bowed their heads!

Dragon Imperial City.

The sound of surging waves in Longyuan Daze came one after another, and the Dragon Emperor, who was looking at the direction of the canyon from the clouds, immediately turned into an ancient and majestic giant dragon when he saw the golden sun, roaring towards the direction of the golden sun.

The twilight morning light spreads over the eaves, and the flowing breeze blows across the clear blue sky like a mirror.

Qingyi Hall.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, the man in the ice coffin woke up from the drowsiness and darkness.

Yan Yijun opened his eyes blankly, as if his consciousness had not yet fully awakened from the chaotic abyss, a dull dull pain tore his limbs and bones, the blood flow all over his body was extremely slow, his whole body was stiff, and he couldn't find it for a long time. Less than consciousness.

How can he be here?

Huichuan... By the way, where did Huichuan go?

Fragmentary pictures before falling asleep slowly surfaced in his mind, Yan Yijun was startled, forced himself to climb out of the ice coffin, had no time to check his injuries, stumbled and was about to go out, caught off guard, and bumped into the Dragon Emperor who was slowly walking in.

"Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor." Yan Yijun barely supported his weak body, saluted the other party, his pale face was full of anxiety, "Where did he go when he returned to Sichuan? Did he go to the high priest?"

The Dragon Emperor stared at him without saying a word, with a serious face, and after a while, he spread his palms towards him.

A dark golden dragon egg lay quietly in the palm.

In an instant, the blood faded completely from Yan Yijun's face, his whole heart felt as if he had fallen into an abyss, a certain heavy hopelessness and panic weighed on his heart, and his fingertips trembled from the cold.