The altar was made of huge stones, and it was very open, and it was built next to the broken old willow tree, and it was now full of wild beasts, like a hill.

The bright red beast blood stained the boulder platform red, flowing along the carved diagram on the stone surface, red and gorgeous, coupled with the thick and long animal hair of the giant beast, the scales of the cold light flashing and the hideous giant horns, etc., it was shocking, and there was a tragic flood and desolation atmosphere.

The men, women and children of Ishimura pray together and ask for the protection of the willows, which is a serious ritual and a custom to be performed every time you return from a hunt.

Ye Jun knew in his heart that such a way of sacrificing spirits would not be needed by the willow tree at all. However, nature will not stop the villagers.

The charred tree was as silent as ever, and there was no reaction, as if no sacrifice had been taken before, but many villagers knew that it had a spirit!

Finally, when the sacrifice was over, the people breathed a sigh of relief, resurfaced with joyful smiles, and began to move the carcasses of these beasts, ready to be bled and cut.

"For many years, the sacrifice spirit has not touched an offering once, do you still need to perform a sacrifice every time?" A teenager couldn't wait.

"What are you talking about, stinky boy!" His father glared at Brass Bell with wide eyes, and picked up his big hand to beat him.

Back then, this tree saved the village chief, who was the life-saving benefactor of Shicun. Moreover, in the past few years, since the willow tree took root here, Ishimura has been safe and sound, and has never lost a single person, which must be a blessing brought by the willow tree.

Ye Jun waved his hand, stopped, and said softly: "The spirit of sacrifice is the spirit of our sacrifice and offering, it is important to be sincere, we treat it religiously, it will protect and bless our village." ”

The young man's face turned red, and he hurriedly said: "Patriarch, I'm not insincere, I just feel that the sacrifice spirit doesn't seem to need these sacrifices, and I have never used them. ”

"It's good that I have my mind." Ye Jun patted him on the shoulder and explained with a smile.

Soon, the beast carcass on the altar was split into pieces. Some women took the meat and lit a bonfire, put it in clay pots to stew, and when it was cooked, put a little salt, which was incomparably delicious for the people of the small mountain village.

And the blood of the beasts was not wasted, it was all collected.

In a vacant lot in the village, eight large copper tripods have already been placed, the fire is raging below, the water in the tripod is boiling, several old people throw herbs into it, and from time to time they will put in a few centipedes with a length of feet, spiders with big fists, etc., so that the originally very clear water becomes black, like ink, very scary.

A group of children had green faces at that time, and they wanted to run away immediately, but they were held down by the adults.

Later, some clansmen took the clay pots containing the true blood of the fierce beasts, and several old men took them, carefully opened them, and poured some of the red liquid into the big copper tripod, and the black water boiled even more.

This is a prescription brought by the patriarch from the outside, which can refine people's muscles and bones, especially for children, and has a great effect.

In addition to the true blood, several old people also had the wing bones of the flying python and the foot bones of the beast laboriously crushed, and also thrown into the boiling water.

When the fire was extinguished, the water in the tripod was no longer boiling, and the water temperature dropped slightly, the screams and the sound of "puff puff" came, and the first batch of babies were thrown in, and there were two or three people in the tripod.

"It hurts, this water can burn people."

"Help, the body is like being cut by a knife, the skin and flesh are cracked!"

They grinned, grabbed their feet, and rushed out one by one, only to be pressed back again, screaming again and again.

In this way, dozens of children were thrown in one by one, most of them screaming fiercely and constantly struggling, only seven or eight children were slightly better, although they were sweating profusely in pain, but they endured it silently.

As for Xiao Budian, he didn't escape, and he was taken care of by special care, and was thrown into a black tripod alone, which was full of fierce beast true blood, broken bones, etc.

The villagers didn't feel inappropriate, nor did they feel favoritism, because their own babies couldn't bear it, and they were already crying heart-rending in the ordinary medicine pod, but the little ones could eat it.

Ye Jun took out two more jars, which were filled with crimson blood.

A red glow burst out of one of the jars, condensed into a pixiu, palm-long, mighty and hideous, as if it was about to tear people apart and escape, extremely ferocious. Ye Jun slapped Pixiu away, turned it into blood, and fell into the ding.

And the other jar contained pale golden blood, very little, only a small clump, as if there was a golden real dragon swimming.

Ye Jun flicked his fingers, and a drop of golden dragon blood flew out and fell into the black ding.

Others don't know that these are real dragon's blood.

Even in this world, pure dragons are extremely rare, and there may be a few in the heavenly realm. However, Ye Jun has dragon blood in his hands. At the beginning, in the Divine Tomb World, he had killed many divine dragons, and later the dragon horse evolved into a heavenly dragon, and Ye Jun certainly would not lack dragon blood.

Dragon's blood is the best thing to refine the body.

The medicinal bath lasted for a long time, and a group of children were soaked like red-skinned monkeys, all miserable, looking at each other, tears were pouring into tears, and they did not stop crying until the medicinal bath was over, and finally relieved.

Xiao Budian didn't cry when he was in the black ding, his big eyes turned slightly, and his little face was red like a big apple, but when he was brought out, he was like drunk, swaying.

"How does it feel?" An old man asked.

The little guy burped and said in a daze, "I'm full." ”

Listening to his heartless and simple response, the adults were all amused.

"Sleepy." The little guy squirmed, his little body fell into Ye Jun's arms, muttered softly, babbled slightly, and fell into a deep sleep.

"Take these children to get a good night's sleep, and they'll all grow a lot of strength tomorrow." Ye Jun smiled and waved his hand.

Time always passed unconsciously, and three years had passed in a flash, and under the nourishment of the true blood of the fierce beast and the blood of the dragon, Shi Hao's physique was increasing at an astonishing speed. At this time, Shi Hao had not yet begun to cultivate, but his physique was no longer weaker than that of the cubs of those primeval beasts. This is the foundation, the foundation. Only when the foundation is laid can we accumulate thick and thin, and one day, the supreme blood in the body will be reborn.

The days seem to pass like this, the life of Shi Village is plain and happy, if nothing else, Shi Hao may really grow up in this village, follow the adults to hunt, become the best hunter, marry the strongest girl, and give birth to a bunch of bear children.

Until one day, some kind of change seemed to have happened in the mountains, and in the great wilderness, there were constantly strong people coming from the sky and heading towards the mountains.

Groups of strong men rushed towards the mountains, and they wanted to enter the mountains. There are tribes riding silver unicorns, there are princely children who stand on huge animal bones and fly close to the ground, and there are powerful people who sit on Jiao and come from the sky.

A snow feather is five or six meters long, flowing white and bright, very holy, and there is an old man standing on it, as well as two teenagers, and two beautiful little girls, beautiful like elves, their eyes are flowing, looking forward to shining.

"Ah, grandpa, look, the sacrificial spirit of this village is so strange, how can it be an old willow tree that has been scorched by lightning, and there is only one tender branch left."

"Sister Yun, do you like that branch? I'll pick it for you! "A five- or six-year-old child jumped off the Jiao when he was more than ten meters above the ground.

"This sacrificial spirit is a little weird, it breeds new life in the thunder tribulation, if this lightning strike wood is practiced into a magic weapon, it will definitely have a strange effect!"

There were more than one or two people who took a fancy to the willow tree, and for a while, several figures rushed over.

They are all children, and the adults in their family are not good at coming forward, smiling behind their backs.

As for the willow tree, no one cares, it's just a sacrifice spirit in a small village, and there is nothing to scruple about.

These children are not very old, the oldest is only ten years old, but their cultivation is very extraordinary, and the wind and thunder are so lively, which naturally alarms the people of Shicun.

Shicun is a remote place, where have you seen so many masters?

"A bunch of dirt buns!" Several people sat on the evil dragon, glanced at it lightly, flashed a trace of disdain, and then smiled and said to the children who were fighting below: "Hurry up and decide the winner, this willow tree sacrifice spirit will be your trophy!" ”

Originally, the people of Ishimura didn't know why these people were fighting here, but at this time, they all looked panicked.

But what can they do? Not to mention so many strong people, just the evil Jiao in the sky, the eyes bigger than the lanterns, were stared at by it, which made people creepy.

But a young figure stepped forward.

Shi Hao walked out slowly, the corners of his mouth were still stained with milk stains, and he said in a milky voice: "Big brother, you can't hurt our sacrifice spirit!" That's to protect our village! ”

However, no one would take him seriously, especially those children, all of whom were arrogant and arrogant masters, and at this time they were really angry, and said angrily: "What kind of bullshit sacrifice spirit, it's just a tree, I'll pull it back and practice it into a magic weapon!" ”

Then the boy really went towards the willow tree, reaching out to break the willow branch.

"Jiaopeng, don't you eat alone!"

Several other children also sneered and rushed over, grabbing at the willow branches. Everybody can see that this is a good thing.

"No way!"

Shi Hao quickly stepped forward, his breath changed suddenly, and his white and tender little hand stretched out, and it actually made a sound of wind and thunder, colliding with Jiaopeng's palm.

"Boom!"

Flying sand and rocks, the ground shook the mountains, Xiao Budian stood there and did not move, Jiaopeng's whole person was like a lightning strike, staggered back, every step fell, there was a terrible big crack on the surface, he staggered, retreated and retreated, more than ten meters away, almost fell to the ground.

At the same time, he slammed out his other hand and knocked the others flying.

It's amazing that a group of people are petrified and speechless.

This is still a fucking baby, and he directly slapped so many famous genius children out of the way? Hell yes!

"Presumptuous, mud baba, you dare to make a move on me?" Jiaopeng was furious, and his eyes glowed like a beast's light. This time, he used the strongest treasure tree in the clan, a dragon that had transformed into blood and qi, and devoured it towards Shi Hao.

"Jiaopeng really deserves to be the first day of the Jiao clan, at a young age, he can practice treasure art to this realm, and the future is immeasurable!" Someone complimented.

A middle-aged man next to him laughed and looked proud.

As for whether the mud baby on the ground can block Jiaopeng's attack, they don't care, it's just a mud baby, even if they destroy this small mountain village, they won't take it seriously.

However, in the next second, a scream rang out.

Jiaopeng's figure went fast and came back faster.

In mid-air, a line of blood sprayed out, and Jiaopeng's figure flew upside down like a broken kite.

"How is that possible!"

"What the hell is going on!"

Everyone was shocked, especially the middle-aged man, who couldn't believe it at all, completely dumbfounded, and forgot to save his son.

However, many people saw it clearly, just now, when Jiaopeng attacked, the mud baby was slapped out, and Jiaopeng's treasure technique was shattered.

It was pure physical power, and it was simply terrifying. They even had some doubts about whether this was a human or a cub of an primeval beast.

"Kill...... Kill them! The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, his eyes were about to split, and his killing intent soared to the sky.

Jiaopeng, that is his most proud son, a genius of the Jiao clan that has not been seen in a hundred years, if he grows up in the future, then he is very likely to be able to sit in the position of the patriarch of the Jiao clan with his father and son.

"Jiao Daoyou, it's just a child, don't worry about it!" The old man next to the twin girls frowned.

"Yun Daoyou, I won't rob you of that willow tree, but don't interfere with this child, I want him to die!" The middle-aged man of the Jiao tribe refuses to give up!

"Uncle Jiao, act immediately and tear them apart for me!" Jiaopeng had already been rescued, sat on top of Jiaolong, and pointed at Shi Hao weakly and resentfully, "Uncle Jiao, wash me here with blood, and break off the young branches of the sacrificial spirit in Shicun for me!" ”

Several other forces looked at all this indifferently, even if it was Yuntian Palace, the two little girls were a little unbearable, but the old man also sighed slightly, it was impossible for him to break with the Jiao clan because of a small mountain village.

"Yanagigami, I know you will be able to hear me, and I believe that you can protect the village, please protect this place." The little ones are big and the eyes are pure, whispering to the charred willow wood.

"The sacrificial spirit of a small mountain village that is not in the stream dares to pretend to be a god? Act recklessly! Today, I will sacrifice your blood! ”

"Roaring ......"

The flying Jiao moved, and its huge body swooped down, bringing up a violent wind and rushing towards everyone in Shicun.

"Grandpa, stop them!" The two identical little girls were in a hurry, and asked their grandfather to help Shicun.

The old man of Yuntian Palace did not move, and at this time, he had palpitations for a while, and his hair stood on end.

"Phew!"

Suddenly, a bright light rushed up, and a turquoise willow branch, carved like a divine jade, was crystal clear throughout, emitting a brilliant glow, piercing the sky.

The eyes of the flying Jiao who opened its bloody mouth and swooped over to wash the stone village with blood suddenly opened to the maximum, frightened to the extreme, and let out a terrifying roar.

"Whew......"

However, then the sound stopped abruptly, and a turquoise willow, like a chain of order, was blazing green, and a pop pierced its body.

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