"This is the ancestral land of the Ghost Witch Sect?"

Half a day later, Qin Fei returned to Myanmar from Yue Kingdom and found the so-called ancestral land of the Ghost Witch Cult on the edge of the 100,000 mountains.

He stood on the top of a tall silver fir tree, overlooking the huge valley in front of him, which is respected as the Witch God Valley in Myanmar.

It is rumored that the old witch master of the Ghost Witch Sect was here for many years, and borrowed 100,000 poisons and spiritual medicines from the mountains to finally break through the realm of the true gods and create the Ghost Witch Sect.

As soon as the old witch master was born, he immediately swept across Southeast Asia. At that time, the world was still full of weapons. With the strength of the old witch master's true god realm, he firmly controlled the Southeast Asian countries.

The Ghost Witch Sect was also the most powerful sect near Southeast Asia at that time, and could almost compete with the hidden sects of China. It was not until the old witch master went that the balance was broken.

These information were found by Qin Fei through Linglong, who is the core backbone of the Dragon Royale Group. Looking for these secret information is like taking a picture.

At this time, the mountains and forests were quiet in the Wushen Valley, and birds and beasts were running, and the sound of turbulent water flowed was faintly heard. The sky was filled with clouds and mist, and there was no sign of anything unusual.

The valley is like a huge washbasin, with a towering and ancient altar in the middle. It seems that the altar has not been used for hundreds of years, and it is covered with moss and vines. If you don’t look carefully, you will think it is a small hill.

Although the valley looked like there was no one in the moment, Qin Fei swept over and found that there were more than 3,000 people talking in the valley and walking around.

These people are all carrying magic fluctuations. The strongest ones have reached the half-step divine refining realm, and the weakest ones are just a small success in magic. There is no doubt that they should be the last inheritance of the Ghost Witch lineage.

And the remaining ordinary civilians cannot even cultivate their magic power, which is not a problem.

Qin Fei fell from the silver fir tree and walked leisurely towards the center of Wushen Valley along the mountain path, just like walking in his own back garden, feeling at ease.

At this time, under the center of the altar, there were densely filled with ghost witch practitioners sitting or standing, with a serious expression.

These people wore all kinds of clothes, including Malay Empire people in suits and ties, street youths in punk clothes, and old men in traditional Miao costumes.

This time they came to the ancestral land that they had not used for hundreds of years, so they naturally wanted to kill the king of the Mansion and preserve it.

The inheritance of ghost witches.

"It is said that the King of the Southern Palace has broken through to the Martial Arts Divine Realm, and no one can compete except the True God Realm."

A middle-aged man sitting outside the altar said with a slight despair.

Today they came here, it can be said that there is a lot of danger. The legendary martial arts realm has represented the peak strength of the entire underground world for hundreds of years.

The realm of heaven and man further upwards from the realm of God is an unsolved mystery for thousands of years. Some people say that the realm of heaven and man can become immortals and go to the realm of heaven, but no one has seen it before, just take it as a legend.

But even the realm of the Divine Combination in the Martial Arts Realm can suppress the existence of a domain. Back then, the old witch master relied on the strength of the True God Realm to unify the entire Southeast Asia.

"What are you afraid of? This time, our ghost witch lineage works together and the help of foreign mercenaries, I'm afraid that the King of the Southern Palace will die if he comes!"

A young ghost witch cultivator sneered coldly, saying, "It's really a newborn calf who is not afraid of a tiger."

"That's right! We have to fight him. At worst, we will die. If the inheritance of the ghost witch lineage is destroyed by the King of Funan, how can we meet the old witch master after we die!"

Another old man was smoking a dry tobacco. The ravines on his face were even deeper than the Grand Canyon, and he said in a deep voice.

When the people around heard this, they knew that although the people here had different thoughts, they had only one purpose, that is, to kill the King of Funan!

"Haha, what kind of King of the Mansion? Maybe he is just a paper tiger!"

At this time, a practitioner who did not often walk around the underground world stood up and said, wearing a suit and black-framed glasses, he was already a businessman with a net worth of over 50 million.

He didn't know much about the underground world, and he had deep doubts about the strength of the King of Funan.

When the people around him heard this, they were slightly stunned. They had never seen the strength of the King of Funan with their own eyes, but heard it from various channels.

In today's society, even ordinary people are prone to becoming tigers. After all, the cost of spreading rumors is very low, and it only takes one mouth.

So maybe that King Nan of the Mansion was just a blow from those people from China.

Even the destruction of the Black Witch Sect might be that China wants to destroy this cancer and is worried about international public opinion, so it just finds a shield.

Everyone thought about this and believed it in their hearts.

His expression suddenly became much more relaxed.

At this time, a group of fully armed mercenaries emerged from the primeval forest, and followed an old man who was about fifty years old.

"Brunei Elder!"

All the ghost witch disciples stood straight and bowed deeply to the old man.

This old man is the strongest elder in the Ghost Witch Sect. He also led the plan to kill the Nanwang of the Mansion this time.

Zhang Wenlai was once a native of Yunsheng, Huaxia. Later, he went to the Malay Empire and became a huge wealth in the Malay Empire. His wealth exceeded one billion US dollars. He was the most noble among all the disciples of ghost witches.

Zhang Wenlai made an indelible contribution to the Ghost Witch Cult being able to raise 2 billion US dollars in just two days.

Without these 2 billion US dollars, they would not be able to join forces with foreign mercenaries to implement this plan.

"Captain Raj, I'll ask you this time." Zhang Wenlai said to a gray-haired black mercenary beside him.

The Viper and Scorpion Mercenary Group is the largest mercenary organization in South Africa. It has a total of 8,000 mercenaries and three legions, which is now the largest non-governmental armed force in South Africa!

After the defeat of the Four Knights of the Apocalypse, they became the local tyrants of South Africa. They committed crimes everywhere internationally and received generous rewards, and purchased weapons and equipment from various countries.

"Don't worry, even if you have those weapons and equipment, even a Tyrannosaurus Rex is here, you can't escape!"

Mercenary Commander Raj said with contemptuous eyes, biting a cigar.

After saying that, he immediately asked his subordinates to set up levels around the valley and surrounded the entire Wushen Valley.

Just as a group of mercenaries were blocking the intersection of the valley, a thin young man slowly walked into the valley with his hands on his back.

"Oh, it turns out to be a mercenary."

Qin Fei glanced at the dozen muscular and well-equipped soldiers at the intersection and laughed suddenly: "No wonder he wanted to lead me over. I thought these ghost witch disciples had any trump cards."

"Who?"

Seeing Qin Fei's appearance, the mercenary instantly raised the rifle in his hand.

A cold curve appeared at the corner of Qin Fei's mouth, and the next moment, he turned into a blue light and rushed out.

The killing began!
Chapter completed!