Looking at the barbarian girl who was slowly falling from the sky, Ye Zhen's heart trembled suddenly, and his gaze could hardly be moved from the barbarian girl's body.

Barefoot and snow-riding, waterfall-like hair hanging down his shoulders, wearing only a short waistcoat of color braiding, his tall chest and the snow-white waist are moving.

But the most exciting thing is the temperament of this barbarian girl.

It feels like a fresh and tough grass growing in the sun, and the whole body is full of endless vitality.

There was a strange feeling that all the grass and plants in all directions were losing color at this moment.

"Close your eyes, do you want to be discovered?" Ge Xuan's angry voice sounded in the spirit mansion of everyone.

Subconsciously, Ye Zhen closed his eyes, but the countless grass plants around the barbarian holy lake became Ye Zhen's eyes.

Gently soothing the kitten in his arms, Ye Zhen carefully urged his spirit to observe the situation by the lake.

When the first wave of barbarians appeared around the Barbarian Sacred Lake, Princess Changle asked her father-in-law to return the Yunyi Tiger King kitten to Ye Zhen.

The barbarians seemed to be preparing for some grand festival, and the hundreds of barbarian priests gathered here, centered on the hundred or so old priests dressed in sackcloth, twisted their bodies and danced a ritual dance containing ancient rhythms, and while dancing, their mouths emitted inexplicably meaningless ancient syllables.

But the terrifying thing was that in the midst of their sacrificial dance, countless strange breaths rose from Ye Zhen and the others who were lurking at the bottom of the lake.

The water in the Barbarian Sacred Lake began to stir, and a large stone altar slowly rose from the center of the Barbarian Sacred Lake.

Ye Zhen dared to swear that before this, he had carefully searched the Barbarian Sacred Lake several times, and in the center of the bottom of the lake, there was absolutely no such altar.

But now, it's really there.

"The barbarian's spiritual skill is indeed wonderful! I have seen it today!" Liu Feng's voice sounded in Ye Zhenling's Mansion.

"Spiritual art, isn't it the Ancestral God Temple?" Ye Zhen wondered.

"I don't know about this, but according to the records of my ancestors, the barbarians and the ancestral temple are inextricably linked!" Liu Feng said.

"Look, the sacrifice has begun!"

As the barbarian maiden slowly floated down to the center of the stone altar, the barbarian priests also rushed to the altar and continued their mad ritual dance.

The barbarian warriors who had been around before threw the massive sacrifices they had prepared onto the stone altar.

There are a large number of various grains, as well as various herbs and plants, but the most are those rare powerful demon beasts.

Those demon beasts were all slashed by the barbarian warriors, and under the urging of their secret methods, a huge amount of blood spurted onto the stone altar.

The strange thing is that the plain stone altar is like a bottomless pit, whether it is blood, various grains, or medicinal herbs, after being put into it, it will slowly disappear.

This kind of sacrifice lasted for nearly an hour!

The barbarians slaughtered more than hundreds of thousands of demon beasts, but in the middle of the lake, there was not the slightest trace of blood.

An inexplicable wave of power began to ripple around the altar.

When the last demon beast was killed, an earth-shattering cry came from behind the barbarian warrior.

One after another, barbarians with their hands bound by ropes lined up to be driven forward, and in the earth-shattering wail, the barbarian warriors slashed their heads like slaying demon beasts.

There was an inexplicable fluctuation on the stone altar, and the blood that spurted out of the cavities of the barbarians who were sacrificed by blood and their wailing spirits were all swallowed up by the stone altar.

Thousands of barbarians swung their swords hundreds of times, and when about 400,000 people were sacrificed in blood, the stone altar in the center of the barbarian holy lake suddenly shot out hundreds of dazzling blood rays.

Rumble!

Void Shock!

Hundreds of dazzling blood rays blasted into the sky above the stone altar, as if they had pierced a layer of skin, and a colorful vortex was abruptly exposed in the void.

In the color whirlpool, countless colored lights circulate, all kinds of thunder flashes, take a closer look, each colored light, it seems to contain infinite vitality, but the vitality in the colorful light, but it has come to an end in an instant.

At the end of the day, the colored light changed for a while, and the vitality reappeared.

It's like a cycle, and the colorful swirls of countless streamers have been repeating all this over and over again.

Almost the moment the colored whirlpool appeared, hundreds of barbarian priests who were dancing the sacrificial dance, as well as tens of thousands of barbarian warriors around the barbarian holy lake, knelt down at the colored whirlpool at the same time.

The various incomprehensible prayers soon converged into a huge buzzing sound.

At this moment, Ye Zhen's heart throbbed suddenly, as if someone was staring at him with his eyes, and Ye Zhen even felt numb.

Subconsciously, Ye Zhen opened his eyes.

Ye Zhen saw countless blood-colored brilliance rising from the stone altar and rushing directly into the colorful vortex.

An inexplicably terrifying and powerful aura suddenly appeared, and countless colored lights erupted from the colorful vortex and fell towards the barbarian girl's head.

But at this moment, Ye Zhen controlled the aquatic plants at the bottom of the lake through the Yimu Psychic Divine Technique, and saw that the dark green big bow of Fan Su, the deputy hall master of the Green Palace, had been pulled apart again.

This time, on top of the dark green bow, it was a real arrow.

The whole body was jet black, and the black arrows with countless fierce runes were superimposed on it, and just by taking a glance at the black arrows, the aquatic grass controlled by Ye Zhen Yimu's psychic magic technique turned into ashes silently.

At the same time, Fan Su's fingers loosened slightly.

The black arrow superimposed with countless fierce runes burst out of the water like a poisonous dragon, and in the stunned eyes of the barbarian girl, it pierced directly through the chin, and the head immediately exploded into a ball of blood.

The terrified spirit of the barbarian girl appeared in the void under the protection of the brilliance formed by a cloud of ancient barbarian patterns, but the countless fierce runes on the black arrow were like a desperate ghost.

turned a corner in the void, and directly blasted through the quaint brute pattern, directly blasting the barbarian girl's soul into pieces.

The barbarian priest and barbarian warrior who were kneeling on the ground suddenly raised their heads when they heard the sound of arrows breaking through the air, and they saw the scene where the soul of the barbarian girl was torn apart.

The barbarian girl's soul was completely killed, and the countless colored lights descending from the colorful vortex in the void lost its purpose, as if a dazed child had lost its way, and instinctively turned back in the direction it came.

Without the blessed target, the colorful vortex in the void also began to tremble violently, and it was about to collapse and disappear.

Looking at this scene, the earth-shattering roar resounded abruptly, and those barbarian priests, all at a loss, howled and cried, and the cries of those barbarian warriors converged into a majestic and incomparably sad song.

At this moment, Princess Changle, dressed in the same costume as the barbarian girl, suddenly rose from the bottom of the lake and stepped on the stone altar like a fairy.

Ye Zhen's expression suddenly became extremely stunned.

The clothes on Princess Changle's body are the same as those of the barbarian girl, but they are definitely not the body of the barbarian girl.

Ye Zhen could see that the clothes and ornaments of the barbarian girl on Princess Changle seemed to be a little old, as if they were old things.

What's even worse is that the temperament of Princess Changle at this time is exactly the same as that of the barbarian girl who was shot, if it weren't for the different appearance, it would definitely make Ye Zhen mistakenly think that the barbarian girl was not dead.

With the appearance of Princess Changle, the countless colored lights that swirled in the void suddenly trembled, and it seemed that she had sensed the blessed target again.

They all turned around and shot down towards Princess Changle's cover.

In the next moment, countless colored lights fell from the sky and merged into Princess Changle's body.

At the same time, the color vortex began to stabilize rapidly, and a large number of colored streamers descended from the void and quickly merged into Princess Changle's body.

This scene, not only Ye Zhen was extremely stunned, but even those barbarians couldn't figure it out.

The barbarian warriors who were at a loss and crying sadly before, looked at this scene and showed doubts one after another.

I don't know which barbarian warrior took the lead in kneeling and kowtowing in the direction of Princess Changle, and in the next moment, countless barbarian warriors were driven to kneel down in the direction of Princess Changle again.

Their expressions, their voices, were as pious as the barbarian saints who had visited them before!

On their infection, hundreds of barbarian priests also put away their sadness, and bowed down to Princess Changle, who was constantly absorbing colorful streamers, and ancient and incomprehensible prayers began to fly out of their mouths.

Only the more than 100 white-haired barbarian priests wearing linen robes who had escorted the barbarian girl before did not pay their respects, but looked at Princess Changle who was absorbing the colorful streamer with a strange expression.

Some of the white-haired barbarian priests even roared angrily at their companions, but they did not dare to step into the stone altar for fear of ruining the sacred scene.

Another group of white-haired barbarian priests rushed up and argued with their companions.

It can be speculated that there were also disagreements among the more than 100 white-haired barbarian priests at this time.

But no one, no one, dared to disturb this sacred one.

Even Fan Su, who had shot the barbarian saintess before, and the father-in-law who sent Princess Changle to the altar, all obediently sank to the bottom of the lake at this time, not daring to release the slightest breath.

The Void Color Vortex continued to project a large number of colored streamers, and these colored streamers disappeared as if water droplets were converging into the sea, merging into Princess Changle's body.

But Princess Changle's aura gradually became mysterious, and she didn't even seem to be very real.

Suddenly, Ye Zhenshen moved, and saw that the little demon in the Spirit Mansion and the Mirage Yuan Ling Ugly were muttering something together.

Just as Ye Zhen was about to tell them to shut up, so as not to expose their traces, the little demon body that turned into a hairpin and coiled on Ye Zhen's bun suddenly retracted, and suddenly turned into a green light and rushed out from the soles of Ye Zhen's feet. (To be continued.) )