It was twilight, the glow of the sky was gradually dissipating, and the twinkling stars were gradually revealing their appearance in the sky, today should have been fifteen, but the moon in the sky was like a hook, and everything reflected in the cold moonlight was miserable and white.

However, Mojia Village is full of fire.

It's fifteen out there, and it's fifteen here.

May 15.

The young and unadulterated boys and girls all painted oil paint on their faces, and their clothes with strange runes were loosely draped over their bodies, and they didn't know what kind of bird feathers on their heads made their appearance look nondescript.

And the four boys and girls all held different things, and recited primitive songs with words in their mouths.

"The soil is against its house, the water is its ravine, the insects are not to be made, and the plants and trees are to be its own!"

It is the most primitive prayer for the wind and rain. They believe in the gods and are confident that the gods will protect them.

The movements of the four were neither coordinated nor uniform, and they were even unspeakably ridiculous.

But Shen Yuheng would never laugh at them. All monks of faith do not laugh at them.

Because people who have faith deserve respect.

If you don't respect someone else's faith, then no one will respect your faith either.

In the middle of the village is a statue of a goddess, perhaps because of too many days, moons, springs and autumns, the statue of the goddess has been somewhat damaged, and the face of the goddess is not clear, but this does not prevent them from believing in her.

There is also a statue of a goddess in the center of the Shen Realm, with fluttering clothes and a treasure tripod in his hand, which is exactly the appearance of Danzu.

The moonlight was getting darker, and the layers of clouds covered half of the moon, and in an instant, everyone's movements seemed to freeze.

Shen Yuheng also unconsciously held his breath, alert to possible changes.

In the middle of the night, the moonlight was gone, all the clouds completely covered the moon, and the sky was full of only a dull ink, the ink was so thick that it was frightening, and under the cover of this dark night, all accidents could happen.

"Be careful!" The dagger in his hand was thrown out, cutting off a small section of the waving rattan, Shen Yuheng hurriedly ran over and supported the village chief who was dragged down by the rattan.

One section of the rattan was cut off by the dagger, and the rest was abruptly retracted and hidden in the night.

"Village Chief, are you okay?" Shen Yuheng held the village chief, his eyes fixed on the direction where the rattan had just been retracted.

"North, north, Mu Ling ......" The village chief trembled and pointed in the direction of the north, then rolled his eyes and fainted directly.

Wood Spirit?North Side?

didn't think much more about Shen Yuheng, and the rattan stretched out again.

Turning over to dodge the rattan, Shen Yuheng clenched the dagger in his hand and looked around vigilantly.

The fire on the altar was extinguished at some point, and all that was left was darkness.

"North, Mu Ling?" muttered a few words, and Shen Yuheng decided to go to the north to have a look.

She is too passive in this way, if she keeps standing here and letting the rattan come here, the villagers here will be in danger.

At the moment, she didn't care about going back to greet Ye Kaiyang, so she picked up the dagger and walked north.

It's a loss that Chu Tianxuan gave her this pair of hairpins before going down the mountain, otherwise it would be miserable now.

As soon as he stepped out of the altar, Shen Yuheng glanced back, but he could only see a dark night, and the dark and dull color seemed to engulf everything.

It was dark all around, and she had no choice but to go north.

Unconsciously clenched the dagger in her hand, and the feeling of her spiritual power being restricted made her heart go up and down.

Waving his hand to cut off a rattan, Shen Yuheng cautiously walked north.

"Ate her!"

"Ate her!"

"Ate her!"

"Ate her!"

The farther north, the more Shen Yuheng could hear the sound of chirping, the voice was like that of a child, but the words he said were by no means as innocent and simple as a child.

The wind blew the clouds, and the dark clouds that covered the moon gradually dispersed, revealing the moon like a jade disk.

It was still like a hook, but now it has become a full moon.

After walking dozens of steps, Shen Yuheng finally saw what the village chief said about the wood spirit.

A boulder, surrounded by dense dark green vines, on the vine sat a small emerald green man, the little man had a leaf on his head, two pointed ears were erect high, and the wings behind him fluttered and fell a piece of gold dust.

"You're here, and the wood spirit knows you're coming back. The villain's voice was delicate, like transparent wings constantly flapping.

"You?"

"Shh, listen to me, a few days ago, I don't know where to fight a monster, the power of the five spirits can't hold it anymore, and Mojia Village can't be saved. ”

"But now it's good that you're here, the rattan is the monster that fights against me, and I can only last an hour. ”

Mu Ling waved his almost transparent wings and flew straight in the direction of Shen Yuheng, and before Shen Yuheng could react, the little guy had already rushed into Shen Yuheng's eyebrows.

In an instant, Shen Yuheng only felt that the spiritual power in his body began to flow, and the restrictions on spiritual power in this place were instantly broken.

However, it was only for a moment, and the next moment, Shen Yuheng was still unable to mobilize the spiritual power around him.

"If we don't find the other four spirits quickly, we'll be done. ”

Mu Ling's voice sounded in her head.

Shen Yuheng frowned, for the sake of today's plan, it seems that he can only go to find the other four spirits as Mu Ling said.

"The fire spirit is in the magma of the south, the water spirit is in the cold Tan of the west, the gold spirit is under the heavy sword of the east, and the earth spirit is in any land you can tread. ”

Turning over and dodging a rattan, Shen Yuheng didn't like to fight, turned his head and ran towards the south.

The rattan behind him chased all the way, but it was only a few zhang away, and countless cut rattan had already fallen behind Shen Yuheng.

She rolled on the spot, dodging the vines behind her, grabbed a handful of stones and threw them at the vines.

"Wood Spirit, how far is it?"

"It's almost there, I can feel it, the breath of the fire spirit!"

The steps under his feet did not dare to stop at all, and the rattan behind him became tighter and tighter, Shen Yuheng only felt that the pressure was getting bigger and bigger, and the temperature around him was getting higher and higher.

I don't know how long she ran in this vast moonlight, and the sweat on her face continued to fall like rain.

"It's here!"

The rattan behind him suddenly retracted, and Shen Yuheng gasped as he looked at a sea of magma in front of him.

The ground was all charred black, and the magma under the ground was still bubbling, and the clods of earth that she had stopped and kicked into the magma pool were burned away in an instant, leaving no trace.

One step forward, it is the blazing magma, and the retreat is the rattan that is in desperate pursuit.

"Fire Spirit!Fire Spirit!" the Wood Spirit jumped out of her eyebrows, shouting at the magma.

Poof――

The flying magma flew straight towards the wood spirit, and if it weren't for the two of them hiding quickly, they would definitely become a piece of black charcoal at this time.

"The fire spirit has been obliterated. Mu Ling flew in front of her dejectedly, his almost transparent little face full of frustration.

"That ......"

"There is only the last trace of consciousness left here, you are our creator, you can take back the power of the fire spirit by jumping down. ”

Now, Shen Yuheng can't help but believe in Mu Ling.

It's a dead end, and there's no room for manoeuvre. (To be continued.) )