But he understood Fuyi's thoughts, and when he started, he had a few more concerns, and it was this concern that gave the patriarch an opportunity, his cultivation was no more than the Qingyun Realm, but because of the cultivation of the secret technique that the Spirit Clan patriarch could practice, his strength was close to the Zhu Xia Realm.

Originally, even if this was the case, he was not Mu Ye's opponent, but when he saw him coming step by step, he was a little worried in his heart, the secret technique of the spirit clan was extremely rebellious, otherwise it would not have attracted the thunder tribulation, and the patriarch had attracted the thunder tribulation because of the cultivation of the secret art, but because the realm was too low to resist, the mother of the cloth would take the lead in blocking it for him.

Sure enough, when Fu Yi watched the patriarch's left hand raised flat, palm up, right hand fist on the palm of left hand, index finger and middle finger pointing straight to the sky, her expression suddenly changed.

The gesture was so familiar that as soon as he made a move, her heart shrank.

"Senior brother, stop him quickly, don't let him finish his trick!"

As the words fell, Kiya's Night Sword had passed through the crowd and slashed towards the patriarch. For other clansmen, Mu Ye may be a little restrained, but for the patriarch, he is the enemy of the mother killer in the mouth of the cloth, and this person has a vicious face at a glance, and Mu will not show mercy to his subordinates.

The patriarch immediately panicked and had to take action to resist the Night Sword. However, after all, he was the head of the Spirit Clan, and he had a treasure in his hand, and soon he sacrificed a whip, and the whip was golden all over, and it was this whip that had just been whipped vigorously.

The whip had already merged with him, and as soon as his divine sense moved, the golden whip automatically met it, blocking the attack of the Night Excalibur.

Mu was also secretly surprised, the Night Divine Sword was not a vulgar thing, and the patriarch's realm was not as good as himself, but this golden whip could block the attack of the Divine Sword, and it seemed that it was also a powerful thing.

At the moment when Mu Ye was distracted, the patriarch continued to play the spiritual decision, seeing that the spiritual decision was about to be completed, he was so anxious that he didn't know what to do, and he watched the patriarch summon the wind, and the wind danced in the square for a while, spinning and trying to twist into a wind rope.

As soon as the wind rope is completed, it is like a net that cannot escape, and the last time she was able to escape, it was also because her mother exhausted the last trace of cultivation in the Purple Cloud Realm, and threw her out before the wind rope was completely formed.

Could it be that today, not only can she not take revenge, but she also has to fold here with her senior brother?

Kiya sensed the danger and couldn't care about fighting with others anymore, so he pulled up his clothes and tried to escape, but it was gray in front of him, only the whistling wind was getting stronger and stronger, and he couldn't find an exit at all.

"Hehehehe...... The patriarch's cold laughter came from the wind, "Fuyi, you just approached the village, I sensed that you were back, our spirit clan cannot leave the spirit village for more than three months, you have violated the training of the group, and you will be punished according to the rules, and now the wind rope is about to be completed, what else do you want to say." ”

In the past, Fu Yi was already angry, and while scolding without words, she sat back in despair, but now her heart is much calmer, and there is wood on the side, saying that she has to fight, maybe with the strength of the two of them, it is not necessary to escape from here, after all, the wind rope has not yet been formed.

The wind was howling, the patriarch stood outside with a bloodthirsty light in his eyes, the expression on his face was smug and crazy, his mind was all on the two people who were surrounded by the wind, and he didn't pay attention, and the person tied to the shelf moved.

During the previous scuffle, Fu Yi released sword qi and cut the rope tied to Dali's body, and the patriarch was busy dealing with the Night Excalibur at that time, and he didn't pay attention.

Dali's mind moved slightly, and there was an extra grain in his hand, if he saw it, he would feel familiar, this is a black pill, but its effect is more special.

The patriarch was forced by the Night Divine Sword, and he almost stuck to Dali's body before the golden whip was sacrificed, and then he was busy launching the wind torture and did not move.

Just as the patriarch shouted at the two people who were besieged by the wind, he pinched the two fingers vigorously, and the pill shattered. This action is just a slight movement for a normal person, but for a person who is about to die, it is all the strength of his body.

The patriarch only felt a sudden tingling pain in his divine sense, and at the same time, the strong force next to him twitched all over his body, foaming at the mouth and breathing less and more breathing.

This is a pill of divine consciousness damage, and vigorously crushing the pill not only hurts the patriarch's divine consciousness but also hurts himself.

"Let's go!" the golden whip that was grappling with the Night Excalibur suddenly shook twice in a daze, and then fell straight to the ground.

"Hum-" The Night Excalibur let out a low roar, stabbing the patriarch in the back of the heart.

The patriarch held his head, in pain so much that he couldn't help himself, and the next moment the Night Sword stabbed into the back of his heart, and before he could react, he fell to the ground in a daze.

In the howling wind, Mu also held the hand of the clothes tightly, for fear that he would be blown away by the wind accidentally, and the sand and gravel blown by the wind made people unable to open their eyes, so he simply closed his eyes and only relied on his own feelings to find an exit.

"Senior brother, I'm sorry, I'm the one who bothered you. In the wind, he listened to the low and waveless voice of his clothes, and his heart suddenly soured.

At this moment, the wind subsided suddenly, and the wind rope that was being twisted slowly dispersed, and the gloom in front of him gradually became clearer.

What happened?

The wind dissipated, and the two of them saw at a glance the patriarch who was fixed on the ground by the Night Divine Sword, and the clansman who was twitching vigorously, without the control of the patriarch, stood there motionless with a blank face on his numb face.

Brushing forward to check on the vigorous situation.

"Uncle Mighty!" called softly.

Dali barely opened his eyes, his eyes were glazed and he tried to see the face of the person in front of him, but he couldn't see clearly in any way. He was already seriously injured and wanted to die, and he seriously injured his consciousness, and at this time, a large amount of blood continued to flow out from the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't stop it.

"Gathering ...... Shenling ...... Protoss...... Secret ......"

His lips kept purping, and he barely heard these words, and he was so anxious that he didn't know what to do.

"Uncle Dali, what are you talking about, you say it loudly!"

“...... Spirit Clan" vigorously opened his eyes and dilated his pupils, "secret ......"

His head tilted to the side, and he didn't move, no matter how his clothes shook and how he called, he didn't move.

Mu Ye stood aside and guarded the patriarch who wanted to break free and escape several times, and by the way, he picked up the golden whip and erased the patriarch's divine sense, the patriarch's divine consciousness was damaged, and he wanted to control the golden whip but was powerless, so he could only stare helplessly at Mu Ye.

I don't know how long it took, Fu Yi finally came back to her senses, for Uncle Dali, her only memory is indifference, treating everyone indifferently and alienated, even if it seems today, his former indifference may have been killed, Fu Yi can't give birth to similar sad emotions.

It's just that she has a feeling that Uncle Mighty knows a lot of secrets, and these secrets are important to her, but he died before he could say anything.

Her gaze fell on the patriarch, and her eyes were as gloomy as a poisonous snake with trepidation.

"Fuyi, I am your uncle, if you kill me, the ancestors will definitely punish you. ”

Fuyi looked at him with a cold gaze.

"When you killed my mother, why didn't you say that it was my uncle? When you killed my clan, why didn't you care about the feelings of your clan?"