In the roaring wind, the new branches of the withered willows suddenly turned into thousands of wisps, and under the swaying willow shadows, the catkins suddenly fell out of the sky, flying away, turning the fierce cyan wind into invisible.

"It's the Sacrifice Spirit! The Sacrifice Spirit has struck!" the big man who retrieved the bone knife from the ground let out a surprise call.

"Sacrifice spirits?" "The old village chief eliminated the method of preparing to fight desperately, and was stunned in place, "Since the spirit of sacrifice fell from the thunder from the sky ten years ago and drove away the original sacrifice spirit of my village, except for a new branch last year, no matter how I prayed, there was no response, today, actually shot?"

"Maybe the difficulties we encountered before, in the eyes of Lord Sacrifice Spirit, are nothing, they belong to the part that they can solve, until today, when we encounter a life and death crisis, we will come to the rescue!" The big man holding the animal skin map couldn't suppress his excitement.

Not only because today's difficulties have been lifted, but in addition, with such a powerful sacrificial spirit in the village, it is a great reliance, and the difficulty of the entire village to survive in the Great Wilderness can be greatly reduced!

"Sacrifice to the spirit?" Ye Qinglin also dispersed the purple electric spear that was ready to be launched in his hand, and at the same time let go of the transmission jade pendant that he was holding in his other hand, looking at the willow branch that covered the sky and the sun.

Sacrificing spirits also belongs to the customs handed down from ancient times.

In the Southern Wilderness, the tribes and villages inhabited by the human race often make ancient contracts with some natural spirits and even monsters close to humans, forming a community, and the human beings are responsible for providing for them, and they provide shelter for the tribe.

These sacrificial spirits may not be stronger than the strongest of a tribe, but the heaven and earth are limited, the longevity is sharply reduced, and the cultivation method of the Southern Wilderness is even more damaging to the foundation, even if it is a Danyuan monk, it is often only seventy or eighty years old, and the Zifu level is difficult to break a hundred, and although the grass and tree spirits are also affected by heaven and earth, after all, the essence is different, and it is still easy to live for hundreds of years, and it can always protect the village tribe.

Although Ye Qinglin has an understanding of the customs of the Southern Wilderness, after all, he has not experienced it personally, he didn't realize this at all before, and he couldn't imagine that the willow tree that looked ordinary was such a powerful sacrificial spirit!

"Being able to deal with this winged white tiger with the blood of a demon god so easily, I'm afraid that the invasion of the Terran Purple Mansion will also end up in the same way, I don't know if it has reached the level of a land immortal?"

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"Roar!"

The winged white tiger saw the catkins flying in the sky, let out a low roar, the vertical eyes with cracked eyebrows burst out of golden light, the rich cyan wind surrounded the body, and the huge body was mixed with blue and gold, like a demon god who had descended into the world.

From this situation, he felt the threat to his life, and he did not dare to act rashly.

"Da ......"

A willow leaf, flying out of nowhere, landed on its shoulder.

In an instant, the willow leaf disappeared from the shoulder of the winged white tiger, as if it had never appeared.

And what disappeared along with this willow leaf was a large piece of flesh and blood on the shoulder of the white tiger.

It's not torn, it's not torn, it's not even crushed into powder, it's completely "gone".

"Roar!

The white tiger roared in pain, stimulated by the blood of the demon god, not only did he not retreat, but aroused the ferocity in his heart, and with an angry roar, it spat out people's words, and rushed towards the core of the willow leaves in the sky, the withered willow at the head of the village.

However, the withered willow shrouded in the leaves of the sky did not change in the slightest because of the movement of the white tiger, and was still slowly swaying in the wind.

One leaf after another, slowly falling from mid-air, landed on the shoulders, back, minions, whip tail, wings of the winged white tiger, and even fell into the golden vertical eye in the center of his eyebrows.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

The sharp pain of a part of his body disappearing made the winged white tiger roar wildly, and the golden light in his eyebrows skyrocketed, turning into a bright barrier, trying hard to compete with the falling willow leaves.

But the end is nothing but futile after all.

The brilliant golden light made the falling leaf pause for only a moment, and then continued to float slowly but inexorably to the vertical eye of its eyebrows, leaving only a black hole there.

Losing the vertical eyes of the greatest source of strength, the winged white tiger finally began to panic, he tried to spread his wings that were still intact, and the demonic power in his body surged out, trying to delay the falling willow leaves, and struggling to escape, the fierce desire that made him desperate to exterminate this human village was no match for the instinctive desire to escape.

However, he came to his senses too late.

In the leaves in the sky, his fierce demonic power was almost not enough to resist anything, and his figure slowly "disappeared" in the fallen leaves in the sky, and in the end, it disappeared completely.

This scene, Ye Qinglin, who watched it, was also secretly frightened.

A big demon comparable to the Purple Mansion and with the blood of a demon god can't even resist this withered willow sacrifice spirit with a little effort!

After the winged white tiger disappeared, the fallen leaves in the sky returned to the dead willow and dissipated the trace, and then, the only new branch of the willow tree shook, and a rain fell from the sky, scattering it on the seriously injured man, so that their injuries were healed with visible changes to the naked eye.

"Lord Priesthood!"

"Lord Priesthood!"

One by one, the recovered men bowed down to the willow tree, constantly thanking and praying.

And the willows there have not changed because of their actions, and all their breath has converged, and they are like ordinary dead willows.

"I really never thought that the sacrificial spirit in this village was actually this willow tree, and it was so powerful that even the big demon that looked extremely powerful was directly defeated in an instant. Just now, I wanted to directly use the messenger left by my master and ask him to come back and subdue the demon. ”

Since the White Tiger Demon was eliminated, the villagers who had originally escaped naturally got the news, and gradually came back, and Murong Yu stood beside Ye Qinglin again.

Jiang Chen had a big transfer talisman with him, and he had explained to the two of them earlier, saying that he only needed to send a message and could return instantly.

"Master didn't take us with him, he traveled far away, presumably there was something else important, and it was better not to disturb it until it was absolutely necessary. Ye Qinglin bowed his head, and there was still a look of surprise on his face.

"I didn't expect that this big demon still had the blood of the demon god, and it almost went wrong, but fortunately, there was a willow sacrifice spirit. ”

After all, the Southern Wilderness is a demon clan, and the power of the human race is not strong, and the general village tribe may only sacrifice the spirit in the Danyuan period, which is comparable to the purple mansion is rare, like this willow sacrifice spirit, the big demon who can easily kill the bloodline of the demon god, I am afraid that in the Southern Wilderness, it is one of the best levels.

"Let's go, this village has been destroyed by the white tiger demon for a while, let's go and see if we can help." ”

Ye Qinglin stepped forward and inadvertently swept out a stone at his feet.

The pebble rolled farther and farther away without wind, and in a few moments it rolled out of the village and over a hill.

It stopped in a pile of weeds, swayed, and leaped into the air, turning into a cloud of aura, wrapped in a long sword inside.

The long sword is red all over, and the sword body has cloud nicks, which is the Chixiao Sword!

"I took it, but I was kicked by my own apprentice......"

This spiritual light was Jiang Chen's reliance on him to transform the self-contained method to differentiate, holding the Chixiao Sword, staying near the two disciples, keeping an eye on it at any time, in case of accidents.

After all, with the appearance of that "Heaven Turning God Palm", Jiang Chen couldn't help but put more thought into it.

Lingguang flew in the air with the Chixiao Sword, pointing in a direction from afar.

"Dare to touch my disciple......"

An indifferent voice echoed through the col.

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PS: No PS, leave you a wonderful place to brush