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  The leader recommendation for the second round of the Witch God Congress has begun.

  The moon cast a vote for Misaka, and the one who voted was herself. The votes from the warehouse were for Misaka and Puchi. Now only Misaka and Puchi haven't voted yet, even if they both vote for themselves, then Misaka will undoubtedly be chosen as the Oracle this time. Almost everyone in the audience has already accepted the fact that Misaka can successfully become the Oracle. But what happened next left everyone stunned and bewildered.

  Under the gaze of over 2,000 pairs of eyes, Mi Shan slowly walked towards the voting box in front of Pu Ti, just as he was about to cast his vote. The people below the stage immediately began to discuss and speculate, with many feeling incredulous. "What's going on with Leader Mi Shan? Why is he voting for Pu Ti?" "I think there must be a problem here, why didn't Leader Mi Shan vote for himself? If he had voted for himself in the final round, he would have been the Shaman for sure."...

  Among the puzzled expressions of the crowd, Misang raised the ballot in his hand and was about to cast it into the ballot box.

  "Wait, Uncle Misan." A loud shout suddenly came from outside the arena, and everyone looked in the direction of the shout. They saw Wang Long walking slowly towards the high platform, holding Ayili with one hand and Yipu with the other.

  Misang saw Wang Long, and after a moment of astonishment, a happy smile appeared on his face. With tears streaming down his face, Misang stepped down from the high platform and hugged Wang Long and Aili, bursting into tears.

  Others had different expressions, especially Pu Ti, whose old face was almost red enough to drip blood. Ah Qi's face was full of surprise, knowing that he had personally seen Wang Long enter the Miao tribe's forbidden land "Duanhun Cave", and now he was standing alive in front of everyone. This wasn't like seeing a ghost in broad daylight? Rubbing his eyes, Ah Qi found himself not dreaming, his mouth wide open, pointing at Wang Long, unable to say anything for a while.

  Mi San and Wang Long, Ai Li three people hugged their heads and cried for a while. Mi San raised his head and carefully examined Wang Long, only to see that compared to before, he was even more spirited and had an inexplicable charm all over his body. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary person, but in reality, if one were to use their magical powers to observe him with both eyes, the feeling Wang Long gave off was unfathomable.

  Mi Sang patted Wang Long's shoulder and smiled, saying: "Adan, what's going on? You actually came back alive from the 'Soul-Breaking Cave', and even brought Aili back to me. Tell me quickly, what happened?"

  Wang Long saw Mr. Misan's excitement and his eyes were also moist, feeling the boundless love and care that Mr. Misan had for him. Wang Long slowly began to tell Mr. Misan about his experience entering the "Soul Severing Cave".

  Finally, Wang Long said to Mi San Shu: "I originally came here a long time ago, but I thought Aili was still in Yip's hands, so I quietly subdued Yip and rescued Aili before rushing back now."

  Just as Wang Long, Mi San and Ai Li were chatting about their past experiences, a loud shout came from behind: "You wild kids, dare to disrupt our Witch Door's witch god gathering, don't you want to live?" Mi San turned around to see that it was Da Ku, the leader of the Corpse Driving Sect, also known as "Little Zhang Fei". Da Ku had always been a supporter of Pu Ti and was similarly narrow-minded. Mi San gave him a disgusted look, ignored him and continued talking to Wang Long.

  Knowing that Wang Long had regained his memory, Mi San and Ai Li were especially happy. Uncle Mi San even exaggeratedly burst out laughing "haha", since thinking Wang Long was dead, Uncle Mi San hadn't been as happy as today for a long time.

  But Da Ku was unhappy on the stage, he had always been biased against Mi San, in his mind, Mi San's behavior of treating others for free was completely foolish, originally looked down on him, today actually made him lose face in front of many people, this face can be said to have been lost to the point of no return.

  Da Ke let out a loud roar, lifted his legs and kicked towards Wang Long. Wang Long didn't react at all and remained standing still. Mi San uncle still didn't know the depth of Wang Long's abilities and didn't dare to be careless, so he made a fist with his hand and went towards Da Ke. The two clashed in a flurry of kicks and punches, but neither gained the upper hand as they were both knocked back by the force of their blows.

  Mi San was about to retreat when Wang Long reached out and gently pulled him back. Mi San suddenly felt as if he was surrounded by an invisible air, feeling extremely comfortable, and his feet were rooted to the spot, unable to move even a little bit. Mi San immediately understood that Wang Long's strength far surpassed everyone present, and judging from his force, it was very similar to the witchcraft he had been practicing since childhood.

  Daku wasn't so lucky, under Misang's powerful counterattack, he crashed to the edge of the stone platform with a loud "boom", fell to the ground, and startled a cloud of dust. Two people immediately ran up to him and helped him up, glaring at Wang Long and Misang in anger, while the other people from the Miao village were secretly laughing on the side. Daku's face instantly turned bright red.

  Da Ku let out a loud whoop, muttering to himself, when suddenly a strong gust of wind swept through the area and a black shadow flew in from the horizon. As the shadow drew near, everyone was shocked and took a deep breath, with Pu Ti exclaiming on the side, "I didn't think he could actually succeed in cultivating the incredibly powerful 'Flying Corpse', which is the highest ultimate skill of their Corpse-Chasing Sect!" Those who were mocking Da Ku earlier immediately shut their mouths, staring at the 'Flying Corpse' that had arrived on the scene with wide eyes and open mouths. Legend has it that the highest level of the 'Flying Corpse' is impervious to swords and guns, with its entire body being a deadly weapon. Now that Da Ku had actually managed to cultivate such an incredibly powerful artifact, it was no wonder he dared to be so arrogant at the Witch God Convention.

  Da Ke saw the reaction of the crowd, a smug smile appeared on his face, and he continued to chant, "The Corpse" quickly rushed towards Wang Long like lightning, a pair of withered bamboo-like big hands were about to hit Wang Long's body. Ai Li looked worried beside him, and couldn't help but exclaim: "A Dan be careful." Although she already knew that Wang Long had regained his memory and told her his name, Ai Li still habitually called him "A Dan".

  Wang Long smiled and said to Aiyili: "Aiyili, don't worry, this little trick is useless in front of me."

  After finishing speaking, Wang Long counterattacked with a blow of "Breaking the Sky". Only to see that the air around Wang Long distorted, and it seemed like he disappeared in front of everyone. However, the 'Flying Corpse' was reduced to nothing but 'ashes' within the circle of air formed by Wang Long's attack. The 'Flying Corpse', which was refined from Da Ku's own vital blood, was destroyed by Wang Long with just one move. He spat out a mouthful of black blood and collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

  Wang Long's performance shocked everyone present, and the scene fell into an unprecedented state of silence. The crowd stood there like statues, with a pin dropping on the ground being audible.

  It was unknown how long it took, but suddenly a voice loudly exclaimed: "He is using the 'Breaking Heaven' of the Chaotic Witchcraft, which is the highest and most profound skill of our witchcraft!" The crowd looked towards the source of the sound, and it turned out to be Xiang Dang, the person in charge of the intelligence department. Everyone immediately believed him about 70-80%, because Xiang Dang was the most knowledgeable and experienced among them, although he had always been responsible for collecting intelligence outside of the Miao ethnic group, but no one could deny his authority.

  Mi Sang's initial suspicion was also explained. Seeing Wang Long take action, he had a feeling of déjà vu. Now, hearing the words of Xiang Dang, he nodded and said: "That's right, he used our Witchcraft Sect's highest ultimate skill, 'Hunyuan Witchcraft'. Wang Long has now received the inheritance of our Witchcraft Sect's ancestor, Chi You. He entered our Miao tribe's forbidden land, 'Duanhun Cave', which was originally a space left behind by our ancestor Chi You's divine consciousness. Wang Long is the only living heir of our ancestor." Everyone who heard Mi Sang's words already completely believed that Wang Long had just used the "Hunyuan Witchcraft".

  Wang Long felt a bit ridiculous, Chi You's ability to create "Hunyuan Witchcraft" was also thanks to Hua Long's guidance. If calculated, Chi You could only be considered his senior fellow apprentice. Now that Mi San uncle said so, he must have had his reasons, but it's better not to say anything for now and just observe the situation quietly.

  Pu Ti's face was a picture of mixed emotions, the position of the Witch God, which was originally in his grasp, had been ruined by this young man named Wang Long. He had initially wanted to rally everyone to deal with him together, but now it seemed that his plan was no longer feasible. Since Wang Long had received the legacy of their ancestors, if he were to order an attack on him, everyone would certainly refuse to obey. What could be done now? Pu Ti was anxious and flustered, like an ant on a hot skillet, his mind in disarray.

  Xiangdang led Wang Long and Mi Sanra onto the high platform, while Mi San told Aili to wait below. Xiangdang said to Yuè Shí and ā Qǐ, Pú Tī: "Now that we have met the descendants of our ancestors here, is it still necessary for us to continue this Witch God Conference? If anyone has any opinions, please speak up."

  Yuè Shí said, "I think this Witch God Conference doesn't need to continue anymore. The descendants of our ancestors are the new Witch Gods." Ah Qi remained silent, although he acknowledged Wang Long's identity in his heart, but the matter of his daughter still made him unable to let go. Mi San saw Ah Qi's expression and knew where his knot was, quickly jumped down from the high platform, and put Yi Pu who had been subdued by Wang Long on the high platform. He threw it in front of Ah Qi, Ah Qi looked at Mi San with doubt, his eyes full of question marks.

  Pu Ti was helpless beside him, intimidated by Wang Long's power. Even if he and all his subordinates joined forces, they still couldn't defeat Wang Long. He could only stand aside with a dark expression, not uttering a word.

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