The traditional fishing grounds of the Lingxi Department reminded Zhao Yan of the mangrove forests by the sea.

Under the dense forest, there is hardly any land, only an endless water that can be easily passed by small boats.

Countless fish that are at least the length of a palm, forming schools of fish to go back and forth between the roots of the trees, happily devouring the fat insects that used to live in the trees but accidentally fell into the water for various reasons.

In addition to insects, there are also some large animals living among the trees, and along the way, Zhao Yan saw at least eight monkeys, thirteen snakes, two squirrels and a stupid and cute otter like creatures, as for the specific number of various birds, it is impossible to count.

"Yan Shao, this is it. ”

The boat rowed out of the water, which looked a little gloomy because the sun was blocked by the leaves, and brought a large tree that required at least four or five people to hug it.

The leaves of the tree look a little like ginkgo, but the bark and roots are very much like willows, and the potholes and twists occupy a large area.

Because it spreads out very widely, the roots of the large trees rise above the water, forming a slightly sloping platform about three or four square meters in size, and there are some debris that are obviously left behind by human activities.

There was a large otter who was happily rummaging through the debris, trying to find food or suitable building materials from it, and when it noticed that a boat was approaching, it let out a very dissatisfied snoring sound, and then slipped into the water and swam out more than ten meters away, and then poked its head into the roots of another aquatic tree to look around.

The boat was controlled by the White Queen, who operated it herself, and after a small half circle, it docked on the other side of the root system of the big tree. Then Zhao Yan and other outsiders saw that there was actually a small shrine under this big tree. And inside the shrine is enshrined a fuchsia stone.

The purple and red stone is painted with black and white patterns. It seemed that a human face had been drawn, and after Zhao Yan was slightly confused for a moment, he remembered that this should probably be the hunting god worshiped by the thirty-six barbarian tribes of Jingyun Mountain.

On the way here,

But then again, as the name suggests, the god of hunting should have two priesthoods: "divination" and "hunting", but this stone statue only has one face, and it does not reflect the characteristics of the god of hunting at all?

"What kind of god is enshrined here?"

didn't wait for Zhao Yan to ask. Jiang Xinyue had already asked this doubt before him.

"Oh, that's the hunting god who guards our Jingyun Mountain. ”

The White Queen replied very casually, and from her tone, she could hardly hear any devotion to the faith, which made Jiang Xinyue, who asked the question, a little confused, because the knowledge she had in her possession of the Jingyun Mountain barbarian tribe had an extremely devout belief in their hunting god.

Zhao Yan is not too strange, after all, the gods of this world seem to be the same as the gods of the earth world, they are all ethereal and cannot show their state of existence, so ordinary people may believe in the future because of ignorance. Changed to an elite ruler like the White Queen, the chances are ...... It's really not big.

"What kind of tree is this?"

So Zhao Yan changed the question.

"Xingliu, this one is at least two thousand years old, and it is the oldest spirit tree in our Lingxi Division. ”

The White Queen does not hide either. He replied very clearly.

Spirit Tree?

Oh, so this is the Spirit Tree.

Lingshu Zhao Yan knew that each barbarian tribe in Jingyun Mountain had shamans who were specialized in communicating with the hunting gods. And an important tool for shamans to communicate with the god of hunting is the spirit tree mask, a mask carved from the spirit tree.

Shamans believe that the Spirit Tree is the arrow of the gods left behind by the god of hunting. It has the best psychic magic that is unmatched.

However, Zhao Yan is not very clear. After all, these are just the materials he collected on the road.

The information also said that the most powerful people in each tribe, except for the chief or the head, were the great shamans of the various tribes, but whether it was in the Jia'e tribe or in the Lingxi tribe, Zhao Yan did not see the great shaman or the person suspected of being a great shaman.

Therefore, the information may not be able to fully reflect the real situation, because the world is always changing.

"Yan Shao, that demon tiger was lying on that horizontal branch at that time, do you need to go up and take a look?"

Pointing to a branch of a large spirit tree that was at most human-high above the water, the White Queen asked.

The answer is obviously undoubted, Zhao Yan took the lead in using the ladder cloud to vertical the tree, and then Wanwan and the Spirit Dog Demon King also jumped up the tree one after another.

Ahh

The Greyhound Demon King let out a loud sneeze, and then he covered his nose with a frown.

"The disgusting stench of rotting corpses is as bad as if it had been rotten for decades, don't you all know to collect the corpses of your own people?"

The greyhound, who covered his nose, made an unhappy complaint to the White Queen.

"How could it be that the body was not collected! This is just a thing that happened in the morning, and even if it was rotten, where could it rot?"

The White Queen shouted, and the accusation of the Spirit Dog Demon King was like a false accusation to her.

"Here!" The Spirit Dog Demon King pointed straight at Zhao Yan's feet with his other hand: "This is it! Is there something wrong with your nose? This place no longer emits the stench of rotting corpses all the time, don't say that you don't smell it!"

"Are you sure?"

Zhao Yan took a big step to the side, no one would stand in a place that emitted the stench of rotting corpses, including our good man Zhao Erlang.

"Remember—you're not the Greyhound Demon King, I am. ”

The Spirit Dog Demon King stared at Zhao Yan fiercely with its eagle-like eyes and sharp eyes.

Even if he is already familiar with Zhao Yan, as the pride of the Demon King, the Lingquan Demon King will definitely not compromise with anyone who doubts him in the field of his expertise.

"Okay, I see. Zhao Yan nodded, he chose to trust the judgment of the Spirit Spring Demon King, so he took out the Eight Desolations Exorcism Sword he was carrying, and then turned his face to the White Queen: "Is it okay?"

Although he couldn't say it clearly, Zhao Yan's meaning couldn't be clearer, he wanted to cut open the bark of the tree where he was standing just now to see what was going on inside.

After all, on the surface, there was nothing unusual about this place, just ordinary bark - well, those two were pretty obvious, except for the paw prints left by the beast when it pounced.

"Please feel free to do so, anything else is insignificant now compared to finding and destroying that demon tiger. ”

The White Queen responded very clearly, and she gave Zhao Yan a sword that could act cheaply.

Zhao Yan was also not polite, and he slashed it with the Eight Desolations Exorcision Sword, but now Zhao Yan's swordsmanship attainments are no longer what they used to be, and his mastery of strength and skills can already be said to be light and heavy, comparable to Ku Ding who kills a cow without hurting the knife.

So after brushing a few swords down, Zhao Yan made four stepped incisions that went straight to the center of the tree in the position where he was standing just now.

Bang la-

The cut down tree fell to the surface of the water, making a clear sound of falling water.

But all the viewers, including Zhao Yan, who stood on the tree, showed expressions that could be described as surprised.

Inside the severed trunk, it is not the textured wood that is presented to the public, but the ...... It was as if all the blood had been drained of the dry muscles and bones!

"W-How is this possible?!"

The White Queen subconsciously lowered her head and glanced at the shrine of the god of hunting under the spirit tree, even if her belief in the god of hunting was extremely weak, the spirit tree that could be used to worship the god of hunting had actually become the terrifying ghost it was now, but it was completely out of the scope of her psychological acceptance.

Unlike the White Queen, after being slightly surprised for a moment, Zhao Yan used the Tiyun Vertical to the place where the main trunk of the horizontal branch spirit tree intersected, and slashed down with a few more swords.

The stepped profile is revealed, but not as scary as the previous one, but with the normal timber essence.

To be honest, this made Zhao Yan secretly breathe a sigh of relief, because the section just now reminded her of the Jiuhu Valley where Hou Xiye had stayed in the first place—that valley, where those peach trees killed the intruders who didn't know the depths, and turned the corpses of the strayers into fertilizer for them to thrive.

"Demon King, is there any other place on this tree that emits the stench of rotting corpses?"

Zhao Yan, who was carrying the Eight Desolations Exorcision Sword, asked.

"Nope. ”

The Spirit Dog Demon King, who covered his nose, replied with certainty.

In this case, it can be basically determined that the place that emits the stench of rotting corpses is not a tumor that the spirit tree itself has, but an acquired thing, right?

In other words......

"I understand! I finally get it! No wonder that damn demon tiger can always be elusive, and no one can catch it!" The white queen pointed to the section of the tree trunk that looked like a dried corpse, and said excitedly: "It turns out that the damn demon tiger can actually hide in the tree!"

Zhao Yan nodded imperceptibly, because the White Queen's sudden realization was also the conjecture that he thought was the most likely in his heart.

"Yes, so that's easy, we think we don't have to waste time here anymore, but should go find the place where the demon tiger disappeared. ”

So Zhao Yan said next.

There is no objection to this.

The soldiers were very fast, and everyone re-encircled the boat as fast as they could, and then rowed the boat with all hands and feet under the guidance of the White Queen, and went straight to the place where the demon tiger killed the last victim.

That place, the distance from the Spirit Tree is actually not Taiyuan, and the straight-line distance is only five hundred meters away.

"Demon King, it's all up to you!"

Zhao Yan, who was holding the Eight Desolations Exorcism Sword tightly, looked at the three trees growing in the shape of a pint in front of him, and said.

Only the Spirit Dog Demon King can smell the smell of corpses hidden under the bark of the tree without everyone noticing. (To be continued......)