Honghuang: I, the God of Cooking of the Witch Clan, cook all kinds of monsters

Sometimes, ideas are just ideas that are not destined to become reality.

In the face of this terrifying attack that locked on his body, the gray light in Su Mu's hand flashed, and he stabbed towards the forehead of the Ming Hong Demon King!

Poof!

The Ming Hong Demon King, who was using the power of the laws of heaven to manipulate the Taiyin Nine Dragons Spear with all his heart, did not react at all, and was directly pierced through his head by that gray light!

Even with it, the primordial spirit in his mind was hit hard in an instant, and he was almost about to collapse!

The Yuan Shen was damaged, and the Taiyin Nine Dragon Spear controlled by its Yuan Shen instantly lost its power, and its attack power was not one out of ten.

Bang!

The Taiyin Nine Dragon Spear, which had lost most of its strength, stabbed Su Mu's body with the help of its own gravity, only making a crisp sound.

The physical strength of the Wu clan is strong enough to withstand the bombardment of spiritual treasures of the same level.

"How could you..."

"Ahem!".

"Poof!".

The Demon King of Minghong looked at Su Mu, his face full of shock and doubt.

He really couldn't understand how Su Mu, as a witch clan, could make a flying sword?

Could it be that this is a witch clan with a primordial god?

Thinking about this, he felt a little ridiculous.

But if it weren't for the primordial god, he really couldn't think of any other way to make a witch clan have the ability to control magic weapons.

He was about to ask a question, but the terrifying injury directly caused him to spurt out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person fell into a coma.

After straightening his hair that was smashed by the Taiyin Nine Dragons Gun, Su Mu knew it in his heart.

This blow of his own is considered a trick.

This Minghong Demon King didn't expect that he would be able to use the magic weapon at all, so he careless his own way.

If it weren't for this blow, he might not be able to win this rich second generation.

After all, this Minghong Demon King not only cultivates to a small realm higher than him, but also has no humanity.

Look at that piece of equipment...

The duel ended, and the scene fell into a dead silence.

Su Mu actually won?

This came as a surprise to many of the Witch Clan.

This Minghong Demon King was armed like a 10,000-year-old tortoise, and the witch clans couldn't do anything about him after fighting for a while, but they were easily solved by Su Mu.

As a result, some Wu warriors began to notice the gray glow when Su Mu made a move.

What's that?

Xuanmen Dao Method?

Or is it a throwing weapon?

Su Mu didn't say anything, even if they were curious, they didn't dare to ask more.

In addition to the Wu warriors present, three other people noticed this battle between Su Mu and Minghong Demon King.

Two witches and one consciousness, to be exact.

Thousands of miles away from the battlefield, in the depths of Daze, a faint divine sense was awakened by the previous battle, and then paid attention to Su Mu's battle.

"Look at the breath, it's the little guy of the Houtu tribe, but he's a witch clan, how can he have the ability of the imperial envoy spirit treasure?"

"Weird! weird!".

In the depths of Daze, there were bursts of sighs in the purple mist that exuded the charm of the Great Dao.

Then, the consciousness slowly fell silent.

At this time, Su Mu noticed a trace of abnormality.

For a moment, he felt a trace of the aura of a strange primordial god.

Although this place is far away from the territory of the Wu Clan, it is also within the range of the Holy Mountain, and the will of the Father is shrouded, and no other hidden Xuanmen can dare to touch it easily.

As for Hongjun, he was busy fitting the Heavenly Dao at this time, so he would not have the leisure to pay attention to him at all.

Then who will this primordial spirit breath be?

Sage Nuwa?

Also unlikely.

How can a saint pay attention to such a trivial matter?

After carefully searching for the Taiyi Golden Immortal level, Su Mu secretly wrote down the general location of the Yuan Shen Qi and prepared to explore it again in the near future.

With the capture of the demon clan Minghong Demon King, the training of the two lich clans once in a thousand years came to an end.

In this military training, the demon clan can be said to have suffered heavy losses.

More than three million Golden Immortal-level demon clans, plus more than five million Earth Immortal Heavenly Immortal-level demon clans, only made the Wu Clan lose less than fifty people!

This battle was the most humiliating of the Lich War.

And as the victorious side, the Wu clan is naturally festive.

The wild, bohemian warriors returned to their territory and held a grand celebration.

Not at the foot of the Holy Mountain.

Kill demons and sacrifice, and dance to cheer up.

Countless warriors of the Wu clan are eating delicious food, drinking sweet demon blood wine, and carnivaling!

Even Da Wu Jiufeng and Da Wu Feilian are also involved.

Jiufeng is okay, in the Houtu tribe, she can often eat the food and demon blood wine of Shanhailou.

And Da Wu Feilian ate the food of Shanhailou for the first time this time, but he completely let go of his identity as a big witch, and devoured all kinds of gobbles, almost swallowing his tongue.

Looking at the singing and laughing in front of him, the corners of Su Mu's mouth rising slightly while sitting on the mound.

In this world, ordinary Wu people may not know how bad their situation is.

The avenue is not obvious, and the way of heaven is respected.

The rise of the Xuanmen monks has become a trend.

It was precisely when the Twelve Ancestral Witches saw this that they couldn't wait to retreat and comprehend when Su Mu discovered the Great Array of the Twelve Heavenly Gods.

It aims to find a place for this simple group of people to settle down.

The Witch Clan should not die...

After taking a sip of demon blood wine, Su Mu looked up at the starry sky.

Whether it's the demon clan or the saints, whoever wants to destroy the witch clan can't do it!

Even the Dao Ancestor who was hidden in the Zixiao Palace, as long as there was enough time, Su Mu had the confidence to fight with him!

"For the sake of the safety of the sons, that primordial spirit breath must be found out as soon as possible!"

The matter of discovering the unfamiliar primordial spirit aura last night appeared in his mind again, and Su Mu's face was solemn.

The fact that he was able to control the flying sword must have been seen by that divine sense, and if he was not careful, he would probably cause a catastrophe and bring ruin to the entire Wu clan!