Time passed like a Cang Ju. Gu Qingyu and others worked hard to practice secret magic powers in other hospitals and didn''t go out anymore. There were so many strong people in the ancestral land, and all those who were interested were staring at this other hospital.


    Zisheng found Zixian alone, hoping to bring her back to Zixian''s house, but was rejected.


    Zisheng looked at the grown-up Zixian and felt very guilty. A woman went out alone when she was very young. The elder brother''s face was disgraced.


    "Sister, you go back with me, and no one touches your finger." Zisheng still didn''t give up and advised again.


    "Elder brother, don''t persuade me. I''ve decided to stay in the crazy sect. I also want to be the Supreme God. But don''t worry, I will never compete for your supreme origin, nor let the purple family be embarrassed. I hope you can help me." Zixian is still firm, and the two sides are deadlocked.


    "The gambling fight in the holy land is very dangerous. You will be very dangerous when you have all the details. Can the crazy people survive a round?" the purple Saint asked in a deep voice with his eyes.


    "Can it be our business? If I leave, it''s more difficult for crazy Zong to win." Zixian said calmly.


    "But you put yourself in a dangerous place. If I don''t take you back, how can I explain to my parents?" Zisheng asked.


    "Will my parents care? You just can''t explain to yourself, but you don''t have to blame yourself. I''m confident that crazy Zong can stand on the chaotic plane, as long as you don''t be an enemy with us. This is the only request my little sister makes to my brother." Zixian looked up at Zisheng, with a gorgeous face and firmness.


    The purple saint''s breath stagnated, and a sense of anger gushed from the bottom of his heart.


    "Being enemies with you? We are a family! This competition for resources will have a ''qualitative'' change to the holy land. You should not consider the family, but also consider the inheritance of the purple family?" the purple Saint angrily scolded.


    "The purple family is more than me, and less than me. I know the details of the purple family, and you know better than me." Zixian said in a deep voice.


    The purple Saint snorted and said hoarsely, "Now that you know it, you should persuade Kuang Zong to join our purple family. Ye QingHan has been abandoned. As soon as his soul pillar falls, the rootless building of Kuang Zong will be built. The seemingly powerful Kuang Zong is actually vulnerable. If you really like Kuang Zong and your friends there, your brother will not fail you. You persuade them to surrender, and your brother will be absolutely kind to them."


    Zixian looked up at Zisheng with round eyes, as if she had heard the funniest joke. She asked discontentedly, "what do you think? They and I are friends. Don''t expect me to do such a thing. Go back."


    With that, Zixian turned and left, unwilling to say another word at all.


    Zisheng smiled bitterly and shook his head. Looking at the stubborn Zixian, he had no way.


    ……


    At this time, the second generation of witches met Python God Jiao alone. They had known each other for a long time. They sat in the witches'' Palace at will.


    Both of them exist extremely. Even if the second generation has been buried for so many years, their strength is greatly damaged, which is far better than the chaotic giant god of that year.


    "Brother Mang, will you cooperate with me again to help the six generations of witches climb to the top?" asked the second generation of witches in a deep voice.


    "Not interested." Python God Jiao sat down, eating flesh and blood, and didn''t even lift his head.


    The second generation of witches frowned. Now, in terms of individual combat power, he should share equally with Python. He really didn''t want to conflict with him.


    "In those days, you and Guangwu were brothers. Now his bones don''t know where they are. The battlefield disappeared out of thin air. Don''t you have any interest? Now his successor is in his ancestral land. Don''t you really want to cultivate him?" the second generation of witch God said helplessly.


    "I''m not interested. Guangwu is Guangwu, and the inheritor is the inheritor. He has nothing to do with me. As for where Guangwu''s body and the battlefield went, I''ll find it myself. I don''t need your help." Python God Jiao said faintly.


    "Without the Supreme God, it''s impossible to find out the truth. There are so many supreme gods and so many chaotic giant gods in such a big God war battlefield. Even if they die in the war, they will survive in the world, but they suddenly disappear. Even if you can find clues, you can''t shake the end. Now we can only rely on the witch God to give birth to the most powerful witch God We break all the restrictions! "The second generation reminded in a deep voice.


    "Man, it''s your business to cultivate witches. I can''t help... And I have nothing to do with the witches. Now we play our own games and talk about combat power. Now you and the top power of the demon god mountain may not be able to win me. The reason why I sit here and talk to you is to think of a favor of the year. Don''t push an inch and let me surrender to the witches. If you have this idea, hurry up Get rid of it, or I''ll mess up when I''m angry. "Python God Jiao said coldly.


    The second generation of witches and gods were unable to speak for a long time. They knew that Python God Jiao could not be used for it.


    The atmosphere in the Sorcerer''s palace is extremely dull. There are only two of them, otherwise others will be shocked to death by their breath.


    The old face of the second generation of witches had no emotion. The iron hand held the jade cup. The jade melted directly and turned into nothingness. After a long time, he sighed sadly and didn''t know what to do for a time.


    "Now many things are out of control. I can''t control the situation alone. I really need your help, and now only you can help me." the second generation of witches slowed down and lowered their posture, which is a request.


    Python God Jiao looked at the old second generation of witches and sighed. He thought that in those years, the second generation of witches and gods were all powerful. In the chaotic era, they were known as the God of war. Now they are also heroes in the twilight, decadent, pitiful and lamentable.


    "How do you want me to help you?" Python God Jiao frowned and asked.


    "I want a top-level life magic medicine. Only such magic medicine can restore my vitality. Now my combat power is 1% lower than that in the past. I can''t get such magic medicine at all. This kind of life magic medicine can only be found in Jedi such as the eternal cloud world or the abyss world. I think you can grab two with me. Each of us is good for you and me." The second generation of witches stared at the python God Jiao with longing in their eyes.


    "This is no problem. Is there anything else?" Python God Jiao asked readily.


    "When gambling, I hope we can work together. Now the holy land doesn''t want to be subordinate to others. It''s difficult for the witch family and demon god mountain to support the flag alone, and the road below will be more difficult. Only through cooperation can we reach the peak." the second generation of wizard said in a deep voice.


    Python God Jiao nodded. He knew that the second generation said the truth and didn''t refuse, but he also had his ideas. At the moment, he looked up at the second generation of witches and said faintly, "I want to know your future deployment and who the six generations of witches are. I don''t want to know nothing about you when I cooperate."