He had just been to the small village once yesterday, and Fang Zhen was already familiar with the terrain inside, and soon he was ahead of the two of them.

There were no more busy people in the cultivated fields at the entrance of the village, and he passed by several thatched huts in succession, but they were empty.

"Have they finally figured it out and moved the village?"

Just as he was thinking, his eyes swept inadvertently, and he was suddenly attracted by a puff of smoke rising in the distance.

The smoke was black, not cooking smoke, and it was not time to eat, and the sound of chanting could be faintly heard from there.

Curious, Fang Zhen also touched it.

Soon he came to the place where the smoke had risen.

I saw an altar erected in the clearing, an elder reciting scriptures, and the rest of the villagers knelt on the ground with their hands folded, as if praying for something.

It seemed that the villagers had already arrived, but strangely enough, Fang Zhen did not see the shadow of Yunhu in the crowd.

"How could he be absent from such a grand event?"

Fang Zhen didn't think much of it, just hid in the haystack and listened to the elder's eulogy.

Within one day, Fang Zhen's cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, coupled with the blessing of the Dao Ring, his divine sense was greatly improved, not to mention the human voice, even the sound of flies shaking their wings could be heard clearly, and at this time, he naturally heard the elder's eulogy.

But when they heard it, Fang Zhen didn't even understand a word, as if they didn't use the language of Canglan Country.

After about half an hour, the elder's eulogy was finished, and with a wave of his hand, someone immediately carried a fat pig up the altar.

Fang Zhen suddenly remembered what Xiao You had just said, she said that the tree god in the Yuan Beast Mountain Range had been guarding the safety of the village for hundreds of years, but because there was no sacrifice this year, he would attack them.

Presumably, all the villagers gathered here at this time to pay tribute to the tree god.

"It's a temporary cramming, but I don't know if the tree god will buy your account!"

I was thinking about it, but I saw a puff of smoke rising from the jungle, and it swept in this direction.

"It's not dark at this time, is the beast tide coming?"

From that burst of smoke, Fang Scar felt a strong demonic aura, and ordinary first-order primordial beasts were not so strong.

The villagers apparently noticed it too, and they were all frightened, but none of them fled, just knelt in place and kept shaking.

Finally, the black smoke stayed above the altar, and after a pause, a black mist was raised.

The altar collapsed, and several people were thrown to the ground.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Fang Jie clearly heard a few sneers coming from the black smoke, and seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with this sacrifice.

In less than half a cup of tea, the black smoke disappeared without a trace, and after a long time, the villagers raised their heads, their faces were like paper ashes, and their bodies trembled like chaff.

The elder sat on the ground, and it seemed that half of the three souls and seven spirits had flown away.

Fang Zhen also felt that the tree god should not be so ruthless, the so-called god is above all living beings, and it is within the purifying sentient beings to purify all living beings, and it is already very undesirable to accept human sacrifices, how can you still think that there are few sacrifices?

What's more, from that burst of black smoke, all he could feel was demonic energy, most likely a certain primordial beast in the jungle that had just opened its mind was playing ghosts.

Just thinking about it, Xiao You also came back with Yunfei on his back, and the group directly entered the ancestral hall not far from the altar, and the rest of the villagers did not disperse, they all sat together.

The altar was surrounded by dry firewood, and there were torches left next to it, and it looked as if they were planning to spend the night here tonight.

Soon after, Yunhu also came here with a few prime of men, each with improvised weapons in their hands.

said to be in the prime of life, in fact, the oldest is only in his early twenties, and the youngest is probably only fifteen years old.

At this time, they all showed a determined face, as if they were soldiers preparing to go to the battlefield.

It is not difficult to see from the way they are waiting for the battle that tonight must be a fierce battle.

"I don't know which friend came to the cold village, why didn't you show up?"

There was a deep voice in the ancestral hall, and Fang Zhen immediately heard that it was the elder who had just read the sacrificial text.

It was just a gust of demonic wind, which made him unable to come back to his senses for a long time, so Fang Zhen didn't pay special attention to him, and only regarded him as an ordinary farmer, and it was only at this time that he finally realized that he actually had the cultivation of the Nine Heavens of the Dao Realm.

Its strength is definitely not under the ancient plains.

Fang Zhen never imagined that there was such a strong man in a village in the deep mountains and old forests, so naturally he did not hide his aura, and was finally discovered.

He didn't want to show up, he just wanted to sneak a glimpse of how fierce this beast tide was, so that they could talk about the tiger's color change, but it wouldn't work if he didn't show up at this time.

Thinking of this, he violently picked up Zhenyuan and bounced away the haystack covering his body at once.

The force of his shock was so great that the weeds had been shaken into powder before they hit the ground.

The other party is a lot of people, and there are more or less grievances with him, I am afraid that if I don't agree with him, I will rush up, so Fang Zhen intends to show his strength in front of others, so that they don't dare to act rashly.

The door of the ancestral hall was closed, but the elders inside seemed to have seen the scene outside, and said, "What a handsome skill, I don't know what the Fire King and Xiaoyou call him?"

He had already guessed his mentorship without showing up, and his strength was naturally not simple, Fang Zhen didn't dare to hold it up, so he hurriedly bowed down and said, "The Fire Heavenly King is the junior uncle." ”

Although he has long hated Flaming, if he shows it in front of outsiders, he will inevitably be laughed at, so when the word "Flaming" is mentioned, Fang Zhen's attitude is still very respectful.

As soon as the words fell, the door of the ancestral hall opened, and Xiao You stood at the door and made a gesture of invitation.

Fang Zhen was suddenly a little embarrassed.

At this time, although the other party was outnumbered, if he wanted to run, he might not have a chance, but once he entered the narrow ancestral hall, he could really only be at the mercy of others.

But if he didn't go in, as soon as this matter spread, the face of the Qingshan Sect would be lost by him.

It's just a moment, Fang Zhen has thought a lot, and after weighing the pros and cons, his face is still calm, and he said: "The junior has no intention of trespassing on the treasure land, and it is already a big shame to come here without permission, how dare you go to the mansion to disturb him? ”

He said this neither humbly nor arrogantly, but the meaning was already obvious.

The old man seemed to find it amused, and walked out laughing.

It was only at this time that Fang Zhen realized that although this elder was a little older, he was still full of red light, dressed in a white feather coat, and he was clearly a master of decency, not at all like a person who cultivated evil arts.