At the same time, I hope to use Liu Yiyi to enhance my chances of survival.

After all, he doesn’t want to die yet! “Why does the Witch Cult covet the jade seal?”

Xiao Changfeng ignored the words of the Holy Son of the Witch Cult.

Instead, he asked about another matter.

More than twenty years ago, the witch sect once sent Luo Hongyi to the Dawu Dynasty.

Later Liu Yiyi was sent.

Their targets are all jade seals.

However, Xiao Changfeng had observed carefully.

There is nothing too special about the jade seal.

How could the witch sect in southern Xinjiang be so concerned about it?

At first he asked Liu Yiyi to return to southern Xinjiang.

One is to let her explore the secret of Yuxi.

"That is actually not a jade seal, but a token of my witchcraft inheritance. But it was later exiled, and for some reason it became the jade seal of the Dawu Dynasty."

"However, because of the Zhenwu Saint, Master could not snatch it by force, so he sent people to get it back, but unfortunately he failed both times."

Di Jiang and Guixian Sect both said so.

Regarding the origin of this mere jade seal, the Holy Son of the Witch Cult did not hide anything.

A token of witchcraft inheritance?

Xiao Changfeng frowned slightly.

But for the time being, I can only believe in this explanation.

Anyway, the jade seal was sacrificed again by myself.

It has long become the key to controlling the terrestrial veins of Kowloon.

"Emperor Dan, I have told you everything you want to know, you can let me go!"

Seeing Xiao Changfeng stopped asking.

Only then did the Holy Son of the Witch Cult weakly speak.

He looked at Xiao Changfeng with bright eyes.

Desire to get a glimmer of hope.

He doesn't want to die.

Even if he loses the Yin Yang Ghost General, he doesn't want to die like this.

Ants still live in vain, let alone humans! He is not a loyal believer.

He became the Holy Son of the Witch Cult just because he had no choice.

To him.

Witchcraft is just a help.

You can use the power of witchcraft to make yourself stronger.

But it is impossible to dedicate everything to the witchcraft! It is precisely because of this.

It was only under Xiao Changfeng's torture that he could no longer recognize and speak.

Otherwise, if he wants to die.

I'm afraid it will take more torture and more suffering to pry his mouth open.

So when all is said and done.

He just wanted to beg Xiao Changfeng to let him go.

Let him continue to live! "If you kill me, the Witch Cult and the seven major tribes will fight to the death. If you let me go, I swear by my martial arts future that I will never cause you any trouble!"

The Holy Son of Witchcraft continued to speak.

I hope Xiao Changfeng can relent and let himself escape and ascend to heaven.

At this moment, he could give up anything.

As long as you can live! "Let you go?"

Can!"

Xiao Changfeng glanced at the Holy Son of the Witch Cult and nodded slightly.

This made the Holy Son of the Witch Cult very happy.

Whoa! A green sword light appeared out of thin air.

It roared out like lightning.

Then in the disbelieving eyes of the Holy Son of Witchcraft.

The green sword light cut off his neck directly.

And at this time.

Only then did Xiao Changfeng say the second half of the sentence.
Chapter completed!