"The son of the ancestral witch is polite, it is our duty to protect you, no need to say thank you."
"Yes, if you salute, it will be a torment for me."
"Yes, the son of the ancestral witch has a respected status, even if it is compared to the twelve witch gods, he will not let it go.
I'll wait, but I can't afford to worship you. ” The old man in the animal skin and the others spoke one after another, from the heart, and there was no falsehood.
In front of them, Ling Xian's strength was naturally insignificant, and at best, he could only be regarded as an extremely excellent junior.
But his identity has to be treated with caution.
It is no exaggeration to say that the son of the ancestral witch is on the same status as the twelve witch gods, especially in the hearts of those who are loyal to the faith, and is second only to the ancestral witch In this way, how dare a few people be worshiped by him?
"That's fine."
Ling Xian smiled helplessly, he didn't expect his status to be so high.
Not inferior to the twelve witch gods, what a glory it is "It's me who waited for the rescue to be too late, and you were frightened, son of the ancestral witch."
The old man in the animal skin sighed softly, and the thought of Ling Xian's fall because he was too late, he felt palpitations.
The same is true for the rest.
For people like them who are loyal to their beliefs, Ling Immortal is an existence that swears to protect him to the death, even if he is no longer successful, he must not be allowed to fall.
"You're polite, senior, I'm very grateful that you can come.
What's more, I'm not just standing like this," Ling Xian smiled faintly.
"Haha, what the son of the ancestral witch said is extremely true" The old man in the animal skin laughed heartily, suddenly slapped his head, and blamed himself: "Look at my head, I forgot that you are seriously injured and in urgent need of treatment." ” As soon as the words fell, several people changed color, and hurriedly took out the healing treasure from the storage bag and handed it to Ling Xian.
There are rare elixirs, there are Liancheng Treasure Pills, without exception, they are all rare healing treasures.
In this regard, Ling Xian did not refuse.
First, the injury is too serious and needs urgent treatment, and second, the kindness is already owed, and I don't care about more.
Therefore, he took the healing treasure handed over by several people and swallowed it all in his stomach.
This made several people change color, just because their things are all great supplements, if they are taken together, and their physique is not strong enough, they will definitely be blown up.
At that moment, several people wanted to stop Ling Xian.
However, he was stopped by the old man in the beast skin, and he stared at Ling Xian tightly, revealing a bit of anticipation.
Seeing this, several people knew that he was trying to take the opportunity to see if Ling Xian's physique was strong.
However, they are still a little worried, and they are all on guard to prevent accidents from happening.
And what made them happy was that Ling Xian didn't even have the slightest instability to say that he was blown up.
There's no way, his physique is not covered, and in terms of physical body alone, even if it is a royal demon beast of the same level, it may not be able to face him head-on.
Therefore, Ling Xian easily refined six healing treasures, and the injuries were recovered at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.
"What a strong body, such a deep foundation" "Yes, this kind of physical body has become perfect."
"It is worthy of being the son of the ancestral witch, it is really extraordinary, far stronger than me back then."
The old man in the animal skin and others spoke one after another, both relieved and shocked.
In this way, half an hour passed, Ling Xian had refined most of the six healing treasures, and his breath stabilized, and he was no longer so dying.
As for the rest of the injuries, they cannot be recovered in a short period of time, and they can only be recuperated slowly by time.
"Whew" Ling Xian let out a long breath of turbid air, and his starry eyes regained some of their brilliance.
Seeing this, several old monsters were relieved, but in the next moment, their brows furrowed.
"Those few people dare to do something to the son of the ancestral witch, it is definitely not their own idea, they must have obtained the approval of the tribe."
"Yes, that is, there are at least five tribes that do not want the son of the ancestral witch to live."
"That's for sure, and it's not just the five top tribes."
Several people spoke one after another, with a hint of melancholy between their eyebrows.
The same is true for Ling Xian.
There is no doubt that the identity of the son of the ancestral witch is a great creation, even if he does not have the heart to dominate the witch god domain, it can provide him with too much convenience.
But at the same time, it is also an unprecedented crisis.
The vast majority of tribes don't want to be pressed by others, so it is imperative to kill him "I hope they get to know each other, otherwise, I will definitely destroy those tribes" The old man in the animal skin had a calm face, angry, domineering and strong.
"Haha, yes, although I haven't been alive for a hundred years, but come to think of it, those old monsters won't forget my prestige."
"If they get to know each other, it's a happy outcome, but we also have to be prepared, just in case."
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"Yes, the son of the ancestral witch cannot afford to lose."
Several people discussed countermeasures, but after thinking about it, there was only one way, and that was to respond to all changes with the same.
Of course, this was under the condition that Ling Xian did not have the heart to chase the Witch God Domain, if he wanted to become the king of the Witch God Domain, he would naturally have to take the initiative.
Therefore, the old man in the animal skin moved his gaze to Ling Xian and said in a deep voice: "Please also ask the son of the ancestral witch to make it clear, you can have the heart of the deer witch god domain."
"No, at least not for the time being."
Ling Xian replied seriously, he had always been a loner and was used to being idle.
What's more, what he pursues is his own invincibility, and he has no interest in kingdom.
"No?"
The old man's eyes darkened a little, as did the others.
However, this was Ling Xian's decision, and they naturally couldn't refute it.
"Maybe it's just right that you don't have the heart to chase the deer, so that those top tribes won't come to attack."
The old man in the beast skin smiled and sincerely invited: "Come to my Soul Sky Tribe, with me, the son of the ancestral witch doesn't have to worry about safety." ” "Don't listen to him, come to my Aoki tribe, where the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the aura is rich, and it is the most suitable treasure place for cultivation."
The old man with long eyebrows said with a smile.
The rest of the people also spoke one after another, inviting Ling Xian to come from the family tribe.
This made Ling Xian difficult, and he didn't know how to choose.
"Don't fight, let the son of the ancestral witch go to the Soul Sky Tribe."
The Golden Snake Mother-in-law spoke: "First, the strength of the Soul Old Monster is extremely strong, and secondly, the overall strength of the Soul Sky Tribe, which is also the top of the Witch God Domain, which can protect the son of the ancestral witch to the greatest extent." ” Hearing this, although everyone was unwilling, they could only nod their heads in agreement.
This made the old man in the beast skin smile and said, "I don't know what the son of the ancestral witch thinks."
"I'm okay with that."
Ling Xian smiled and waved his hand, "However, can you change your name for me, I am always the son of the ancestral witch, the son of the ancestral witch, it sounds very awkward." ” With that, he shifted his gaze to the crowd, hoping that they would say a normal name.
But when the old man in the animal skin spoke, his expression froze and he smiled bitterly.
"Then call him the king.
Anyway, you're the right king of the witch god domain. ” The old man in the animal skin said with a smile, which was unanimously agreed by everyone.
This made Ling Xian smile bitterly, the title of king was more fashionable than the son of the ancestral witch, but it was also more awkward.
"Haha, don't make trouble, let's call it a little friend for the time being."
The old man in the animal skin laughed heartily, and then with a wave of his sleeves, two auspicious clouds appeared at his and Ling Xian's feet.
"Let's go, return to the Soul Void Tribe
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