Myth analysis, I know the plot and I am invincible

Chapter 1774

By the time he had blocked all the attacks directed at his witchcraft, the target had long disappeared.

Not only did the people run away and no one knew where they were, but more importantly, because of the continuous witchcraft bombardments, not only was there dust all over the sky, the rules of heaven and earth were also thrown into great chaos, and broken witchcraft patterns were everywhere in the sky and on the ground.

Standing quietly in the void, the Emperor's daughter Ba's chest rose and fell violently, which was rare, showing her inner unrest.

Countless scattered witch patterns filled the area within a radius of hundreds of miles, creating a large area of ​​chaos. The target's aura did not disappear, but was scattered everywhere. Even if one wanted to chase it, one did not know where to start or which direction to go.

"What should we do next?"

When a cultivator from the sect spoke up, he did not blame the Emperor's daughter Ba. The other party's strength was undoubtedly the strongest among them, and the level of her witch pattern was very amazing.

If she couldn't stop it, then the same would happen to anyone else.

Moreover, they saw the situation of the battle. In less than two seconds, the opponent threw out hundreds of witch pattern leather scrolls.

That number is no joke, it's extremely scary.

You know, in such a huge Witch City, with the battle for the Witch King starting, there are only a few thousand cards in total.

Hundreds of photos in two seconds, how about before? I'm afraid that he lost one or two thousand photos, which is one-third of the amount of the huge Wucheng.

Unlike talismans, witch pattern leather scrolls are very rare.

In the witch clan, usually only the priests would specialize in witch patterns, and there is usually only one priest in a tribe, and even in a large tribe there are only three or five.

After all, the difficulty of practicing witch patterns is much more difficult than the nine-style combat techniques.

The Nine-style combat method has complicated nodes, but the first and second levels are relatively simple. Even the third level is not very difficult if you don’t cultivate the prototype of the creation of the world. After all, those who can cultivate the third level are all wizard kings, which is the immortal realm.

For an immortal, hundreds of thousands of nodes are not that difficult.

Witch Marks are different. They have been difficult from the beginning. If ten people from the Witch Clan practice the Nine Styles of Combat and all ten of them can get started, Witch Marks may take a hundred people to practice and not even one of them can master it.

However, the difficulty of refining the witch pattern leather scroll is undoubtedly higher.

Not to mention the witch pattern leather scrolls that even the powerful Emperor's daughter Ba could only stop and resist. Among the thousands sold in the Witch City, it would be amazing to have a hundred of them.

This is really terrifying when you think about it.

Where did the other party get so many witch pattern leather scrolls? And all of them can be used? Ignoring the rules of the cave.

"Walk!"

After a moment, the Emperor's daughter Ba took a deep breath, and without any hesitation, she chose to give up and leave the cave.

The interception has failed. Even if we chase and find the person, I'm afraid we won't be able to get the Seed of the Sorcerer Saint back.

In other words, there is no point in staying any longer.

Not only that, as the people from the sect came over, a large number of quasi-Witch King auras were also approaching from a few hundred miles away.

Although there are quite a few people on the Human Emperor Dynasty side, there is still a big gap compared to the more than two thousand noble witches.

Even if they could use the formation to make the witch pattern more powerful, facing a quasi-witch king who is several times more powerful than themselves, the losses would undoubtedly be huge once a war breaks out.

Seeing the Emperor's daughter Ba leaving this space, the others did not hesitate and chose to leave directly.

The reason they came here was very clear, and that was the Seed of the Wizard Saint. If they failed to get it, there would be no point in staying here any longer.

In fact, seizing the Seed of the Wizard Saint was only part of their plan.

The real target is not the seed of the witch saint in this cave.

After a while, hundreds of people disappeared without a trace, and all of them withdrew from the preliminaries of the Battle of the Witch King.

"A battle took place here!"

It was almost a minute after the group of people disappeared that Gui Wu finally followed their energy and chased after them.

After all, unlike Li Su who ran away directly, or the sect monks who caught up with him, because they were shocked by the true meaning of Kaitian, by the time they reacted, it was already several seconds late.

By the time they realized something was wrong and planned to give chase, both sides had disappeared.

After much difficulty in tracing the scent left behind, it was naturally much slower.

Standing at the place where Li Su and the Emperor's daughter Ba were fighting, the noble witches felt it and their faces looked a little ugly.

It's not just the atmosphere that is completely chaotic, the key point is what is happening at this moment.

There were a lot of traces of witchcraft collisions, and judging from the reactions of the people around, it should be a conflict between one person and many others, which was undoubtedly consistent with the previous situation.

This means that the person who mastered the true meaning of the Creation of the World was caught up and came into conflict with that group of very problematic guys.

The only thing to be thankful for is that although the energy spikes here are astonishing, there is no new blood and energy remaining, which means that there is a high probability that they fought a battle, got rid of it, and then continued to chase.

what to do?

For a moment, a group of noble witches looked at each other in bewilderment.

After all, this is a big deal.

It would be fine if the witch clan, who mastered the true meaning of the creation of the world, were being hunted down if they didn't know about it. But if they knew about it and remained unmoved, once the truth was discovered later, not to mention them, the noble witches, even the descendants of the Twelve Witch Ancestors would be held accountable.

"First, a few of you go out and report the intelligence to the Central Palace and see what they say!"

Soon, a special noble wizard spoke, and the others looked at each other and nodded.

Too many people witnessed this incident, including dozens of families and quite a few ordinary witches.

At the beginning, perhaps no one would say anything in order to save their lives.

But what if one day someone is forced into a desperate situation, or suddenly loses control of his mind, or even lets something slip after drinking too much, then it will be a big deal.

There is no doubt that there was no concealment or non-reporting from the beginning.

Ordinary witches might be willing, but noble witches, with higher status, are less willing to do so. Although it is a threat to everyone, the problem is that the bigger your family business is, the greater the threat.

Soon, the person was selected and left the stage.

After a long time, many people frowned, looking at the guy who was chosen to leave but still stood there.

"What are you doing?" Immediately, a noble wizard could not help but shout, "It's already so late, why don't you hurry up? No one is still thinking about qualifying and entering the finals, right?"

Just as the noble witch finished speaking, one of the people who had left opened his eyes. He looked puzzled and said, "I can't leave!"

Everyone was stunned and their eyes widened.

Before he could speak, the other people opened their eyes and said in disbelief, "I can't get out. There's no reaction!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" A special noble wizard was angry, but when he saw him close his eyes, "Damn it, if I quit, you guys will be in trouble."

He paused halfway through his words, then opened his eyes in shock, with an indescribable look of doubt in his tone, "Can't you retreat?"

At this moment, the faces of all the witches changed. Many people began to try, but the results were no different.

How is that possible?

Why step back?

What's happening outside?

At this moment, outside the cave.

Witch City, the central palace.

Two figures descended with tremendous power and landed at the power center that controlled tens of millions of witches.

A wave spread out, and a phantom appeared in the main hall of the central palace. He was surrounded by flames that burned through the void. He had a beast's head and a human body, nearly five meters tall, and as sturdy as a city wall. His naked half body was printed with patterns like flowing lava.

He is a descendant of Zhurong, one of the twelve legendary witch ancestors and the ancestor of fire.

"Humans, a rare guest."

"But you, Wu Yaori, the eldest disciple of the tower, brought a human to the central palace, sealed off the Great Witch Cave, and stole the Witch Saint Seed that was originally intended to be the reward for the top three in the Witch King Contest. You'd better have a reasonable explanation, otherwise even the disciple of your tower master can't protect you."

Wu Yaori did not answer, but turned to look at the human beside him and said: "Xuanyuan, the Wu Saint Seed in the cave was lost by your people, don't blame me."

The Human Emperor smiled faintly and said, "Three is enough!"

As soon as the words fell, in an instant, a terrifying level of cultivation erupted. It was not that of a True Immortal, nor that of a person beyond the True Immortal level, but rather the actual level of Taiyi cultivation, the realm of Xuanxian.

In an instant, the huge witch city, the void froze, and the entire world was directly controlled by the Human Emperor.

Feeling the terrifying aura of the other party, no matter they were the descendants of Zhurong or the senior disciples of the tower, they couldn't help but shrink their pupils slightly.

It feels like the realm of wizard saint.

But the oppression given to them far exceeds that of the Wizard Saint Realm.

"What realm is this???"