A seal of immortality

Chapter 908

There is no time for cultivating immortals, and ten years will pass in the blink of an eye.

In the secret room, Wang Changsheng sat cross-legged on a green jade futon, while Ye Mingyue and five black zombies stood opposite him.

Ye Mingyue opened his mouth and spewed out a slender red will-o'-the-wisp, five black zombies spit out corpse fires of different colors, Wang Changsheng spit out black baby fire, and seven flames converged on a black bird.

The black bird was transformed by Shura's will-o'-the-wisp. Compared with before, the Shura's will-o'-the-wisp has grown stronger.

After a while, Wang Changsheng closed his mouth and stopped spitting out the black baby fire. Ye Mingyue and the five black zombies withdrew to the will-o'-the-wisp and corpse fire respectively, and flew back into the body bag on Wang Changsheng's waist.

Every once in a while, Wang Changsheng released Ye Mingyue and five black zombies to breathe out ghost fire and corpse fire, and cultivate Shura's ghost fire with the human fire he breathed out.

After ten years of cultivation, the power of Shura's will-o'-the-wisps has become much stronger than before.

Wang Changsheng flipped his palm, and a red flying knife appeared in his hand.

With a flick of his wrist, the red throwing knife came out of his hand, passing over the black fire bird, and was stained with a wisp of black flame.

The black flame spread rapidly, the red throwing knife flickered a few times, the light dimmed, and the entire red throwing knife was submerged by the black flame.

After a while, the black flames dissipated and disappeared, and the red throwing knife also disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Wang Changsheng nodded in satisfaction.

He opened his mouth, and the black firebird uttered a clear cry, spread its wings, circled around the secret room, and flew back into his mouth.

"Husband, we have been in seclusion for ten years, so we can go back to Song Dynasty to worship our parents!" Mu Wanwan's voice came from behind.

Wang Changsheng turned around and saw that Mu Wanwan was standing behind him with a faint smile on his face.

Mu Wanwan was wearing a long red dress, her figure was a bit plump, and she was more mature when dressed as a young woman.

Wang Changsheng smiled lightly, stood up, hugged Mu Wanwan, and said with a smile, "Let's go tomorrow, and I will fight you for [-] rounds today as my husband."

"Hate it, take it easy."

Not long after, a seductive female moan sounded in the secret room.

On the second day, a black flying boat flew out of the Yinsha Mountains and disappeared into the sky not long after.

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Tianwu Mountains, Tianwu Temple.

More than a dozen witches and gods gathered together, discussing something, but the first place was empty.

"My friends, they have fallen. Our Tengshe tribe is the largest tribe. I am the high priest of the Tengshe tribe. The high priest of the Wu tribe should be the old man." An old man in white robes holding a snake-headed walking stick was full of confidence. said full.

"Hmph, the High Priest of the Witch Clan has always been the person with the highest cultivation level, and this old man has the highest cultivation level among the fellow Taoists present, so I should be the High Priest of the Witch Clan." A white-haired old woman in purple robe retorted .

"Cultivation doesn't mean that the supernatural power is the greatest. The old man asked himself that the supernatural power is not inferior to Mrs. Wu. If you don't believe me, let's compete and the winner will be the high priest of the Wu clan." A tall middle-aged man stood up and said in a deep voice.

"Hmph, what's the use of high cultivation or supernatural powers? Our White Ape Tribe has the largest number of sorcerers. This old man is the High Priest of the White Ape Tribe. The position of High Priest of the Witch Clan should be held by this old man."

"Our White Tiger tribe controls the largest territory, and I should be the high priest of the Wu tribe."

"Our Xuangui tribe has the largest number of sorcerers, and the high priest of the Wu tribe should be a concubine."

Everyone was arguing endlessly, and everyone wanted to be the high priest of the Wu clan.

The high priest of the Wu tribe has the greatest power, and all tribes must obey the orders of the high priest of the Wu tribe. Once he becomes the high priest of the Wu tribe, he can mobilize more resources, speed up his cultivation, and at the same time grow his own tribe. The reasons for refusing to give up the position of high priest of the Wu clan to others are justified.

"Master is dead, and you are rushing to compete for the position of high priest of the witch clan. Isn't it too much for you to do this?" A cold female voice came from outside the hall.

As soon as the words fell, a woman in white with delicate features and white skin walked in.

The woman in white has a graceful figure and a cold expression, like an iceberg beauty.

"Wu Linger, all the priests present here are priests of the big tribes. Although you are a disciple of the former high priest of the Wu tribe, you have just advanced to the level of a witch god master. You have no place to speak here." The middle-aged man coldly glanced at Wu. Ling'er took a look and said bluntly.

"That is, we have all participated in the battle between the white witch and the black witch, and made countless contributions to the witch clan. What are you, Wu Linger? If you are interested, just leave here. We are about to elect the high priest of the witch clan. Kungfu will accompany you to fool around." The purple-robed old woman sneered.

"If it weren't for Mrs. Yin's efforts to train you, you are still in the realm of a great wizard! You don't want to be the high priest of the witch clan! Your current status and qualifications are not enough, wait for the next one!"

Wu Linger frowned slightly after hearing these words, she took out a white crystal ball from her sleeve, and said with a cold face: "You don't have to listen to what I say, you don't have to listen to what Master says!"

"What? Isn't Madam Yin's natal witch card broken? She's not dead?"

"This is the picture crystal left behind by Master before he left Tianwu Mountain." Wu Ling'er said while injecting mana into the white crystal ball, and the white crystal ball suddenly burst into white light, and a white light flew out from it. It looks like a green radish.

"I am leaving Tianwu Mountain this time. In case something happens, you can elect a new high priest of the Wu clan. Whoever has the Tianwu mirror will be the new high priest of the Wu clan."

After saying these words, Yin Qingluo's figure collapsed and disappeared.

"You have heard it too! The Tianwu mirror is an inheritance of our Wu clan. Whoever owns the Tianwu mirror will be the new high priest of the Wu clan. Do you have any opinions?" Wu Ling'er put away the white crystal ball, solemnly road.

"I have no objection. The Heavenly Witch Mirror belongs to the High Priest of the Witch Clan. Whoever owns the Sky Witch Mirror is the High Priest of the Witch Clan. Let's save ourselves from arguing." The white-robed old man of the Tengshe Tribe was the first to agree.

"I have no objection either, but as far as I know, Mrs. Yin went to Falling Immortal Valley and fell. If she wants to retrieve the Tianwu Mirror, she may have to enter Falling Immortal Valley, but Falling Immortal Valley has not yet opened. Tianwujing, I'm afraid I have to wait for the Falling Immortal Valley to open again, at least a hundred years, the position of the high priest of the Wu clan has been vacant for a long time, and it will be vacant for more than 100 years? This is not appropriate!" Zi The old woman in robe said with some dissatisfaction.

"There is no problem with this. If there is any problem, let's discuss and decide together. We still have to listen to the words of the former high priest of the witch clan. If the high priest of the witch clan is selected in advance, and someone takes out the sky witch mirror in the future, what should we do?" ?" A benevolent old man in blue robe smoothed things over.

"Okay, let's do it like this! Whoever gets the Heavenly Witch Mirror will be the High Priest of the Witch Clan. Before the Sky Witch Mirror is retrieved, we will discuss and decide all matters of the Witch Clan together."

"The old man agrees, this method is very good."

Most of the priests agreed that before a new high priest of the Wu tribe was elected, the elders would take over the duties of the high priest of the Wu tribe, which could avoid turmoil within the Wu tribe.

Wu Ling'er frowned slightly, and wanted to say something, but hesitated for a while, but still didn't say it.

(End of this chapter)