The sound comes to the ears, especially closely.

Qingyang was suddenly startled, this voice was so unfamiliar, it was not anyone around him.

Turning around and looking around, I saw that the morning light was faint, the mountains and forests were foggy, and the surroundings were silent, but there was nothing abnormal.

He asked the crowd softly, "Who spoke just now?" Did you hear that?"

Whether it was the old man in the green robe, the elders of the Sacrificial Willow Department, or Zhong Bo and Lie Muyang, they were all at a loss.

Hiss!

Qingyang was secretly frightened in his heart, in the middle of the night, he was close to his ears, and he was like a ghost, could it be that there was really something weird? But if the color is getting brighter today, how can there be ghosts and ghosts?

Seeing that his expression was serious, not a joke, Zhong Bo did not hesitate to be vigilant, with a huge and strong body, and firmly protected Qingyang behind him, as always.

"Poof~"

Seeing this, Liu Wu couldn't help pursing his lips and said: "I'm afraid that you repaired the formation, stayed awake all night, dizzy, and hallucinated!"

Qingyang didn't answer, he knew it was definitely not an illusion.

"They all call me Yanagijin!"

The gentle voice sounded again, and it was still only Qingyang who could hear it.

"Yanagigami?"

Qingyang looked in shock at hundreds of zhang away, a giant willow swaying in the wind.

Grass and tree spirits, most of them have low strength, even if they open the plant totems of spiritual intelligence, they are usually ignorant, and can only rely on their weak divine sense to reluctantly communicate with people.

This huge willow tree is not only extremely intelligent, but also has extremely powerful spiritual power, and even such a powerful divine soul of his own has not been able to discover the divine consciousness of this giant willow.

In the faint morning light, the huge willow trees are swirled with a trace of mist, and the dense and numerous delicate willows are flowing with green light, which is imperceptible and makes people feel peaceful.

Liu Shen's voice sounded again: "Your divine soul is very strong, but your body is too weak to sense my existence!"

"I see!"

Qingyang was a little relieved, but he was surprised, even if it was all the grass and tree spirits recorded in the book, the giant willow in front of him could be ranked in the top five.

Fighting the red ghost the night before, knowing the willow god tonight, and meeting the strong man twice, it made Qingyang more cautious about this world in his heart.

"Yanagigami?"

The old man in the green robe was suddenly startled, and he heard Qingyang's astonishment.

The group of priests next to him, who were already full of excitement, shouted there: "It must be the god of the willow, the god of the willow has finally woken up! He has not abandoned us!"

Under the noise of this group of old men, the sacrificial willow department, which was originally sleeping quietly and deeply, quickly became lively.

In just a quarter of an hour, thousands of old and weak women and children in the whole settlement were dressed and came to the huge willow tree to worship and chant ancient songs.

Whether it is an old man, a woman, or a child who is only three years old, the heartfelt excitement makes Qingyang sigh in his heart.

The wild people system is mainly to sacrifice ghosts, gods, spirits, strange beasts, and other different sacrificial offerings.

Under the system of princes of the Son of Heaven in the Dashen Dynasty, all princes, vassals, and countrymen revere their ancestors and strictly prohibit the belief in ghosts, gods and monsters.

It wasn't until this time that Qingyang really understood why the sacrificed willow department was almost the same as the people of Xing Guo in terms of dress, language, and customs.

This kind of wild people who are fanatical about worshiping totems and Xingguo people who are keen on worshiping their ancestors belong to two completely different civilization systems.

The cub is still asleep.

Qing Yang could feel that in the power released by the Blood Soul Bead, the destructive power that belonged to the Red Ghost Law Body was still slowly and firmly destroying its vitality, and there was no time to delay.

Thinking that Liu Shen would help Zhong Bo advance to the rank with his cyan aura, Qingyang decided to believe in Liu Shen's help, after all, there was no other way.

"Then bother Liu Shen to bother!"

Qingyang said softly in his mouth, took the little black tiger from Lie Muyang's arms, and slowly walked towards the huge willow tree.

The gentle voice sounded in my ears again: "Just put the little tiger cub on the ground!"

A few soft willow branches slowly stretched down and hung down on the cub, curling it up to the canopy of the willow tree.

More and more branches are firmly bound, and the luster of the willow branches converges to form a rich green.

The gentle voice came again: "I borrowed the purple qi of the rising sun and combined it with the vitality of the wood to refine the red ghost toxin in its body.

The huge power contained in its body will be lost by more than half during the refining process, but the rest is enough to make up for the defects in its constitution and allow it to grow healthily!"

"Thank you!"

Qingyang solemnly thanked him.

This giant willow totem has such kindness, I am afraid that it also benefits from the friendship of the cheap mother.

Huge willow tree, silent.

The flowing emerald green luster on the branches is even brighter, and a trace of purple aura is absorbed from the sunlight and swirls between the branches and leaves.

Qingyang didn't leave, just dozens of feet away, waiting quietly.

Zhong Bo and Lie Muyang were firmly guarding him.

In this process, no one left the entire willow worship tribe, and they all looked at the huge willow tree with a fanatical face, but the whole scene was extremely silent.

The old patriarch and the ministers of the sacrificial willow had tears in their eyes, and kept muttering: "The willow god has woken up and has not abandoned us!"

As time passed, a trace of scarlet mist appeared in the canopy of the giant willow, which was the poisonous aura that overflowed when the Blood Soul Bead was refined.

Immediately, it was turned into a pure aura by the powerful wood vitality of the giant willow and fed back into the spar veins.

In the body of the little tiger cub, the pure energy contained in the blood soul bead is so huge, even if it is a giant willow totem, such a powerful existence, it takes a lot of time to purify.

It wasn't until the sun set southeast that the fog cleared, and the huge willow tree moved again.

More than a dozen delicate willow branches, carefully holding the little tiger cub, were placed in front of Qingyang, and the little thing was still sleeping very sweetly.

Carefully using the divine soul induction, the congenital weakness caused by the premature birth of the black tiger has completely made up for it, and the physique has become stronger, much better than ordinary black tiger cubs.

After the conditioning of the Blood Soul Bead and the Liu God, the little tiger cub has also grown from the size of the original two fists to the height of Qingyang's calf and more than two feet long, and the tiger head and tiger brain are extremely spiritual.

"Thank you, Yanagi!"

Qingyang understood that Liu Shen's energy was not finished in a word, and he thanked him very solemnly.

A gentle voice said: "No thanks, friends help each other, your mother and I were also friends!"

They reward you for the elixir, just accept it, your mother asked for a lot of elixir seeds, saying that they wanted to cultivate, and I don't know if they have succeeded now!"

Qingyang felt a burst of joy in his heart, the cheap old mother was so shrewd, she had already asked for a lot of elixir seeds from the sacrificial willow department, could it be that she also had an elixir garden at home?

After all the things were done, Qingyang refused to sacrifice to Liubu to stay.

When he turned around again, the old man in the green robe took more than ten young people, carrying twelve huge boxes of mutton fat and jade with a length and width of two feet, all of which were paid for Qingyang's elixir.

Even so, the old patriarch was still full of apologies, and said: "These are only less than one percent of the elixir of three percent, and in the future, our clan will send a batch of elixir to the Qing clan every month!"

Qingyang thanked him: "Thank you old patriarch, if you can, I am willing to exchange three elixirs for one elixir and elixir ointment!"