I may be a fake fairy

Chapter 790: The Powerful Witch God Cult

"Dear God Priest, the former Bai Li is dead, and now standing in front of you is a devout follower of the Witch God Cult, Bai Li of the Witch Clan, and now I am here to negotiate with you on behalf of the noble son of the Witch God." Facing the god-priest who once treated him like a god, Bai Li was still neither humble nor overbearing.

The god priest stared at Bai Li, and he really couldn't feel the slightest fear in Bai Li's body. This thing that looked like an ant in his eyes was really not afraid of him.

The god priest really wanted to know what method this sudden rise of the Witch God Sect used, and why those desolate people were so devoted to it. Even the high priest of the Desolate God Ancestral Temple could not resist that temptation.

The god priest wanted to go to investigate the Witch God more than once, but there was a force in the dark that prevented him from going. He had a premonition that if he went there, he would most likely become a follower of the Witch God.

This kind of premonition even the god priest himself felt a little ridiculous. He is the god priest, the strongest existence in the ancestral temple of the wild god. Even the immortals in the fairy world can't make him submit.

"Joint cooperation? Do you think I will believe your nonsense? During this period of time, your Witch God Cult is expanding wildly. If you cooperate with you, you will fall into your ways if you are not careful!" The priest of the god snorted coldly.

"Are you still obsessed with the matter until now, the Witch God Sect is our future!" Just as the god priest was hesitating, a figure landed in front of Bai Li.

The priest shrank his pupils: "You... still dare to come?"

"Why didn't I dare to come? I said that the Witch God Sect is our future, but your emperor's heart has been hindering the development of the Witch God Sect. You are hindering our future." The desolate man who appeared here hummed With a sound.

This barren man already has the aura of the witch clan. With the help of the bone plate, this barren man has awakened the blood of the witch clan. With the help of the power of the witch clan blood, he broke through the original realm and became as powerful as the emperor's heart. exist.

Emperor Xin is the name of that god-priest. As the most powerful person in the history of the barren clan, Emperor Xin is proud and strong enough, even when facing the three holy sects, he has never been afraid or lowered his head.

However, when facing this barren man who was far inferior to himself, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness. He knew very well the strength of this barren man in front of him, and the high priest was already his limit. The god priest is undoubtedly a dream come true.

However, this guy broke through the shackles just by taking refuge in the Witch God Sect, and became as powerful as himself.

"Gongmiao, you betrayed..."

"Don't keep talking about the word betrayal. I said that the Witch God Sect is our future, and the Ancestral Temple of the Wild God is the heresy!" Gong Miao snorted coldly.

Many high priests in the Ancestral Temple of the God of Desolation are watching secretly. They originally had no hope of breaking through like Gongmiao, but now that Gongmiao has made a breakthrough, they may not be able to break through. a good choice.

"Emperor Xin, why bother to struggle? It is the general trend for the Sorcerer Sect to dominate the wilderness, and only under the leadership of the Sorcerer Sect can we fight against the middle-earth cultivating world." Bai Li stood with his hands behind his back, even in the face of Emperor Jiang He is extremely confident.

"Om!" The Ancestral Temple of the Desolate God trembled slightly, and a terrifying aura suddenly descended on the Ancestral Temple of the Desolate God.

Dixin's pupils shrank, this breath was so terrifying, but his body was actually longing for this breath, he needed more, more!

The bone plate walked slowly, and the Twelve Heavens God Demon Formation spread out all over his body. Under the blessing of the Twelve Heaven Metropolis God Demon Formation, the barbarians in the entire Huangshen Ancestral Temple knelt down involuntarily.

This is the suppression of the blood. The barren people are just a branch of the Wu Clan. The blood of the Wu Clan in them is so thin that it is almost negligible. When the pure Wu Clan blood appears in front of them, this kind of blood suppression is not something they can do. resisted.

While they are afraid, they yearn for such power. They can feel the awakening of the blood in their bodies. As long as they go one step further, they can break through!

Dixin stared at the slowly approaching pelvis. This was the legendary son of the witch god. As long as he could kill the son of the witch god, the witch god sect would collapse on its own.

"As long as..." Dixin's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body was actually rejecting this kind of thought, as if it was treason to have such a thought.

"How did this happen, how did this happen? I..." Di Jiang was shocked.

Gu Pan looked at Dijiang in front of him: "Desolate people? It's ridiculous, the witch clan is your real name, accept the power of the witch god!"

Gupan tapped his finger, and a drop of essence and blood floated from the fingertip to Di Jiang's face.

This is the pure blood of the witch clan. After being tempered by the gods and demons in the Twelve Heavens, this drop of witch clan blood contains extremely powerful power. It is a treasure that all barren people dream of. The barren man was reborn, awakening the blood of the witch clan!