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Chapter 18 The surprise and emotion of the witch ancestors!

"Old Four, Old Five, stop it!"

It seemed that the two ancient witches Zhurong and Gonggong were about to fight again.

At this time, another huge figure at the top of the hall spoke.

He is like a yellow bag, red as cinnabar fire, with six legs and four wings, and is solid and faceless.

This is actually the Ancestral Shaman of Space, Di Jiang!
He is also the leader of the twelve legendary witch ancestors, and his cultivation is extremely terrifying!
Buzz!

With the big brother Dijiang speaking up, the tense and oppressive atmosphere of the battle in Pangu Temple suddenly dissipated.

Even Zhurong and Gonggong had to stop.

"Humph, Gonggong, you are such a reckless man, you are lucky this time."

"If it weren't for my elder brother pleading for you."

"I must make you look good!"

I watched the exciting battle that I was looking forward to, but it failed to take place.

Zhu Rong couldn't help but curl his lips and shouted in a muffled voice.

Even if they didn't fight each other, he couldn't lose in momentum!
What's more, Zhu Rong came prepared today.

The treasures he brought were absolutely rare and precious!
Therefore, Zhurong felt very confident!
"Zhu Rong, you bastard."

"How dare you call me a reckless man? Why don't you take a mirror and look at yourself to see how ugly you are?"

Gonggong did not show any weakness and shouted loudly.

The witch ancestors: "..."

Well, they are recognized as the two most impulsive and reckless guys in their witch clan.

They actually had the nerve to accuse each other of being reckless in front of all the brothers.

This is no one else!

If we talk about recklessness, who in the entire witch clan, or even in the prehistoric land, can compare to these two?

Of course they didn't dare say this out loud.

Otherwise, the entire Pangu Temple will not have peace for a long time.

In this regard, Di Jiang rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

"Fourth brother, didn't you just say you wanted to show us the treasure you brought?"

"What on earth is this?"

At this time, another voice sounded in the hall.

Completely different from the loud, muffled voices of the ancient witches, this voice was filled with tenderness.

It sounded so comfortable, and it was actually a female voice.

Following the direction of the voice, I saw that the person who spoke was indeed a female ancestor witch!
She is one of the only two female ancestors of witches, Hou Tu!
"Yes, that's right!"

"Old Four, stop wasting time here and show us what you have."

"Look at what good stuff you brought to us today!"

Hearing this, the boss Di Jiang's face lit up and he quickly changed the subject.

He really didn't want to see Zhurong and Gonggong, two reckless men, making endless trouble.

If they continue to talk nonsense, a magnificent battle between the ancient witches will be inevitable.

"Fourth Brother, the eldest brother has spoken, so stop hiding things. If you have something good, take it out and share it with your brothers!"

Inside the Pangu Hall, other witch ancestors also spoke up and urged.

"Haha, big brother and sister Hou Tu are really good at seeing things!"

Hearing this, Zhu Rong was overjoyed, and his rough face was even more proud. He snorted coldly and glanced at his archenemy Gong Gong with disdain. Now was Zhu Rong's highlight moment, and he was too lazy to care about Gong Gong, the reckless man!

"Since all the brothers are so curious, I won't hide it anymore."

"This small jar contains a rare treasure from our tribe. It is unique in the entire prehistoric world and is sure to be loved by all the brothers and sisters!"

Feeling that the eyes of all the witch ancestors in Pangu Temple were focused on him, Zhu Rong laughed out loud.

Then he did not hesitate and waved his rough big hand.

The giant vat that seemed tens of thousands of feet high in the eyes of other cultivators, but the "small jar" he was talking about flew up and landed in the center of the hall.

"Get up!" Zhu Rong shouted softly, and the lid of the tightly sealed small jar was opened by him.

"Hmph, a reckless man pretending to be a god..." Gonggong snorted coldly with a look of disdain on his face.

But before he could finish his words, he stopped abruptly!

For the first time, a look of surprise appeared on that rough and weathered face.

That’s right, it was a look of shock.

Gonggong, the ancestor of water, who originally had a look of disdain and contempt, also changed his expression completely.

At this moment, there was a strange and rich fragrance floating in the Pangu Hall.

This aroma is so unique, and it is filled with an extremely strong spicy taste.

In an instant, all the witch ancestors were shocked.

Even they hadn't expected that the small "jar" not far away could release such a strong aroma of spiritual liquid.

Moreover, they had never heard of the fragrance of this spiritual liquid!

"Such a strong aura, Lao Si, please tell us why this thing is so... different from the others!"

The always calm and wise Ancestral Witch Boss, Di Jiang, was also somewhat moved and asked quickly.

At first, even he didn't know what to call this unique and strange fragrance, but finally, an idea flashed in his mind and he thought of the word "different"!
Indeed, it is most appropriate to use this word to describe this thing at this moment.

"Haha, brothers, what I said is right, right? How about this treasure? Does it attract you?"

Looking into the Pangu Temple, all the witch ancestors were shocked and surprised. Zhu Rong's face became even more proud and he laughed even more happily.

His efforts were worth it. He tried his best to suppress the urge to drink it all in one gulp and brought the treasure in the small jar to the Pangu Temple.

Now all the witch ancestors were truly shocked. This feeling of inner satisfaction was beyond words!
"Old Four, you bastard, what are you still wasting on? Quickly…quickly pour out all the treasures in this jar!"

"I'm going to drink it first and taste it!"

In Pangu Temple, the strange and unique fragrance became stronger and stronger, constantly surging, making the ancient witches unable to bear it any longer.

"That's right. Come on, fill my cup first. I want to taste the treasure in your jar today!"

Zhu Jiuyin, who was ranked second among the ancestor witches, also kept urging.

"Haha, since you brothers are asking so kindly, I won't hesitate. Come on! Everyone has a share!"

Zhu Rong had a proud and excited look on his face. He waved his hand and the jar in the hall floated up on its own.

Immediately, the seats of all the witch ancestors surrounding the entire Pangu Temple began to pour out the delicacies from the jar.

The sound of flowing water echoed in Pangu Temple. At this moment, all the witch ancestors were silent.

They all opened their eyes wide, staring at the crystal clear spiritual liquid in the stone wrist with surprise and desire.

The aroma of this spiritual liquid is so wonderful, rich and fragrant, yet contains endless fierce spicy stimulation.

For all the witch ancestors, it was an unprecedented double shock to the sense of smell and taste!
"This spiritual liquid is called Witch King Wine, and it was created by my tribe."

"Brothers, please have a taste!"

The words of the ancestor witch Zhurong echoed in the Pangu Temple, and they were full of confidence!
(End of this chapter)