The sun is falling, the moon is rising, and the stars are changing. The witch sits on the highest rock on the cliff, looking up at the position in the sky, her eyes full of turbid tears.

He had been sitting here for more than two months. The originally bright star was getting darker day by day, and it had completely disappeared yesterday.

Today, he sat here with a hint of nervousness and hope, hoping that the star would still appear.

But he kept guarding all night, and the other stars were still there, but the only star he had seen countless times did not appear until dawn.

"Aya, are you leaving? Or have you returned to your place?" Wu reached out to wipe the tears on his face and murmured: "No matter where you go, you don't have to worry. Our Dazai tribe is now very powerful; your Uncle Yong will soon become the Yuanwu. In a few years, our Dazai tribe will definitely become the most powerful tribe in this radius of thousands of miles!"

At the top of the Witch Tower in the Great Witch Courtyard, Miss Mu sat on the spire, quietly looking at the starry sky, her face feeling confused; it was not until the sky in the distance that there was a faint white dawn that there was a little movement.

"You're dead? Are you really dead like that?"

Miss Mu's small lips opened gently, and at the corner of her eyes, two clear tears slowly slid down.

At this time, in many places, thousands, ten thousand miles, ten thousand miles away, many people were looking at the starry sky, seeing the sky begin to reveal the morning light, and the star was still missing, and countless sighs sounded

This bright star that had just risen and had not yet arrived fell like this

In Yudu City, several heavenly witches were looking at the sky. The Riwu's face was slightly pale. After sighing slowly, he closed his eyes and became silent.

The Moon Witch and the Star Witch also looked dim at this time, and they stood up one after another, and soon disappeared into the night sky.

Only Mingwu looked at the empty starry sky and a complicated look flashed in his eyes. He said that he didn't like this kid, and even said that he was a little disgusted.

But this kid died. At this time, he was indeed a little sad. The sadness even exceeded the slightest bit of joy in his heart.

But he was not surprised. The future hope of the witch clan fell like this. As a heavenly witch, he was really unwilling to accept it.

A few days later, the Daya Tribe, which had been deserted for a long time, once again welcomed a group of guests, a group of guests with some bad intentions.

Minglin Wu stood on the ground in the middle of the tribe, looking at the two men and one woman in front of him and a group of tense human warriors behind him, his face looked a little ugly.

"I am hereby orders from the Illusion Witch of our clan, and don't make things difficult for me, those who are stationed in the cliff!"

"In a dilemma?" Yun Mohu's face was a little cold, and then a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He remembered that it was this person last time, and he moved out the illusion witch and made him retreat helplessly.

And this time, I came here at the order of the head of the family. If this guy dares to stop him, then I will be killed.

"I am hereby the order of my head of the Yun family to welcome Miss Yunling back to the house. The head of the family has an order. If someone dares to stop him, he will kill him without hesitation!"

Listening to Yunmo Lake's murderous words, he looked at the three divine martial artists opposite him. Minglin Wu's face became increasingly ugly. After taking a long breath, he raised the wooden stick in his hand helplessly and said with a sand sound: "Then, please step on my body; but you have to leave one person for me too! Then your Yun family is ready to bear the anger of Lord Fantasy Witch!"

Outside the Black Wind Valley, the two earth witches who were originally stationed here had already received orders to return to Yudu, leaving only the violent whistle in the valley that kept ringing again and again.

Suddenly, the Black Wind Valley, which had been violently tumbling for several months, began to slowly weaken; soon, the wind returned to the state that had been maintained for thousands of years.

But this weakening did not seem to stop. The whistling of the wind was still weakening, and the speed of the weakening was getting faster and faster.

Not long after, the wind that had lasted for thousands of years in the Black Wind Valley completely disappeared, leaving only a dead silence.

This deadly silence did not last long, and suddenly another violent roar of wind sounded in the valley.

A tornado carried a terrifying golden-red flame into the sky, and then suddenly disappeared in the air without a trace.

"Ahem... it seems... you won!" Looking at the three diwus in front of him with grim smiles, Minglin Wu sat up from the ground with difficulty while coughing blood, with a helpless smile on his face.

Behind him, the Daqi Witch led a group of hunters to hold the weapons tightly, and the ancestral spirit was roaring to the sky above his head...

"Okay, after killing you, we can destroy the Dazai tribe by the way, and finally fulfilled my wish for so long!" Yunmohu laughed proudly.

However, before his laughter fell, he froze, and suddenly a faint flame on his body began to slowly ignite.

"This...what is going on?" Yunmohu slapped the flames on his body in panic, but found that he couldn't even slap them out, and even his hands were stained with such terrifying flames.

The burning of the flames made him scream in pain.

The two diwus beside them looked at Yunmo Lake in shock, and they were preparing to rescue them, but they used various methods to find that they did not seem to have any effect on the flames.

The two looked at the cliff in horror, and then they realized that there was a person in front of them suddenly.

This young man's skin is as jade, his hair is amazingly black and shiny, and his starry eyes are as deep as if he can suck away the soul. And above his head, a golden-red bird is gently waving its wings, just floating in the sky, as if it is fantasy and real...

The young man stood there quietly, as if he was born to stand there. He quietly looked at Yunmo Lake, where the howling was getting weaker and weaker, and suddenly said slowly: "You should know who I am, right?"

After hearing this, Yunmohu, who was already screaming with no strength, listened to the voice, looked up reluctantly at the front of him, stared at the young man for a few glances, a terrifying look appeared on his face, and howled in a burst of voice: "Fang Luoya... You are Fang Luoya... No, no, why are you not a Tianwu? Impossible, impossible... How could you be Fang Luoya?"

"Yes, I am not a Tianwu, I am the witch god Fang Luoya!"—
Chapter completed!