Mo Liang's face was indifferent, as if he hadn't seen Ma Xiangyang's smug and mocking eyes.

"Village Chief, please start. He whispered, taking two steps away from the totem pole's feet and letting Shi Jun stand.

Ma Xiangyang glanced obliquely at the totem pole ear hanging in mid-air, smiled lightly, waved his hand, and made dozens of warriors retreat, and then took a step and stood at the front of the crowd. Raising his head slightly, he could see the magic flame of the totem pole ear.

Mo Liang glanced at Shi Jun, nodded slightly, and retreated to the other side with Xu Jinhu.

In the field, only Shi Jun was immediately left standing under the totem pole.

Everyone's breathing stagnated slightly, and the result was as heavy as a thousand pounds, making people's hearts heavy. If Mo Liang wins, he will defeat all the warriors and become a new miracle, but if Mo Liang loses, then Ma Xiangyang will also take away the position of the head of Beicun, and even their lives will be worried.

At the same time, the results are confusing. It stands to reason that Ma Xiangyang has obtained the demon blood essence of the Qi Sea Realm, and it is impossible for an ordinary martial artist in the ink stage to win. But Mo Liang disappeared for a whole month, and the people had special expectations for him.

At this moment, the clansmen stared at Shi Jun who was manipulating the totem pole in a daze, and their eyes were shining.

The warriors looked useless, occasionally looking at the people with anticipation in their eyes, and showing the expressions of ignorant fools. As a martial artist, thinking about the gap in strength between the Qi Sea Realm and the Ink Entering Period, you know how naïve it is for people to expect Mo Liang to win.

"A bunch of ignorant fools......" they scoffed.

The totem pole is also a giant formation, and there are many formations on the surface, which are endlessly useful.

Now Shi Jun is going to control the totem pole and absorb the demon blood essence in the totem pole's ears. As he pulls the mechanism, the flames above the ears of the totem pole will re-ignite in the air, and then the energy in both ears will be engulfed and stored by the main body of the totem pole until the energy is exhausted and the flames disappear.

Shi Jun's hand lightly rested on the mechanism, and Mo Liang's fist followed suit. He doesn't have much certainty of winning, but he has a million reasons to win, and he can't afford to lose!

Click!

There was a crisp sound, and many people's hearts skipped a beat at this moment. Countless eyes converged on the totem pole ears in mid-air, and even the warrior with a meaningless face couldn't help but glance at it.

Mo Liang frowned and raised his head.

The demonic flame quietly steamed up, slowly released from the totem pole's confinement, and in the middle of the air, it split into two trembling balls and jumped up. The beast bones and stone chips of the "Jingle Bell" slammed, and they were even more agitated in the demonic flames. The people held their heads high, their eyes never taking off for a moment, holding their breath as the flames rose higher and higher.

Half a zhang, one zhang......

This demonic flame, jumping higher and higher, accompanied by bursts of exclamations from the people, it was a cheer of joy. The clansmen looked at the demonic flames above the ears of the Moliang totem pole, and every time they raised a point, they had to exhale in surprise.

"Wow...... Wow......"

This exclamation is higher and higher. If Ma Xiangyang's magic flame surprised the clansmen who had never seen it, then Mo Liang was able to compete with it with his own strength, which made the clansmen's hearts boil.

"What!"

Ma Xiangyang's expression changed from disdain to horror, his eyes widened, and his fists clenched. His body curled up slightly, and he craned his neck to watch. Every time his demonic flame rose by one point, Mo Liang's demonic flame followed closely by one point, making his brain swell slightly, that was the powerful demon blood spirit of the Qi Sea Realm!

"Rise, rise~!" Behind Mo Liang, Xu Jinhu shook his fist fiercely, with an excited face.

And as the demonic flame rose higher and higher, Mo Liang's heart also pounded, almost jumping out of his chest. His totem pillar ears, the highest demon flame is only one and a half zhang high, and with the exclamation of everyone, it seems that he is about to reach the limit. Ma Xiangyang's totem pole ears, will the demon flame exceed a foot and a half? He silently held his breath and looked.

The magic flame is silent, and its intensity is already the highest in the past ten years in Beicun.

In the condensation of his gaze, Mo Liang's demonic flame suddenly stagnated. However, what erupted was a cheer that resounded through the night sky, and Ma Xiangyang's demonic flame almost stopped at the same time as him. It also stayed at a height of one and a half feet.

"How is that possible!"

Ma Xiangyang couldn't believe this scene in his dreams, it was the demon blood spirit of the Qi Sea Realm! With Mo Liang, how many goblins did he have to hunt? He asked himself how much even he couldn't do it to such an extent, how could a young man who had entered the six grades of ink be able to do it!

Mo Liang, on the other hand, slowly breathed a sigh of relief. In the Black Mountain, dozens of powerful goblins were harvested, and even compared with the demon blood spirits in the Qi Sea Realm, the gap was not very large.

Everyone was buzzing, full of surprise at Mo Liang's demonic flame.

Ma Xiangyang came to his senses from the shock, and his face was ugly. He snorted heavily and said, "Don't be complacent." It's not that easy to win!"

His words immediately calmed down the surprised clansmen. Mo Liang and Ma Xiangyang's Demon Flame are on par, but who wins and who loses is not certain yet.

In fact, the victory or defeat of the demon hunt can be seen in two stages. One is the rampant demon flame, the one with the highest demon flame wins, and the second is the dissipation of the demon flame, and the one who dissipates the demon flame lasts wins. If there is a huge difference in the flame burning, then there is no point in drawing the demon flame through the totem pole and using the demon flame to dissipate to determine the victory. But now, it's different.

As the clansmen cheered, the demonic flames above the ears of the totem pole began to flow towards the totem pole again. And now the hearts of the people were filled with a fullness of heart, as if they were overflowing. If it was said that every time Mo Liang followed Ma Xiangyang's demonic flame before, every inch was a miracle. Now, then, only a last-minute victory is miraculously worth cheering.

The demonic flame quickly poured into the totem pole, representing that the demon blood spirit in the totem pole's ears turned into the energy in the totem pole. From the height of one and a half zhang, it has shrunk to one zhang and half a zhang...... Everyone was quiet, not daring to make even a sound.

The thin layer of demonic flames, even Shi Jun couldn't help but take a light breath.

"Dissipated!"

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were tightly fixed, staring at the totem pole ears in mid-air. The two totem pole ears one after the other, almost at the same time, the demonic flames dissipated completely, a fraction of a second.

"I lost!" Ma Xiangyang slowly gasped, his brows furrowed.

A group of warriors even let out a startled voice in unison, and their eyes suddenly looked at Mo Liang, as if they were looking at a monster.

"Mo Liang won! Mo Liang won!" the clan elders waved their fists excitedly, and their mouths were grinning under the white beard. And the clansmen behind them were even more plunged into a sea of jubilation. "Moliang!Moliang......" they shouted.

Xu Jinhu put his hand on Mo Liang's shoulder and smiled happily.

Shi Jun also exhaled lightly and showed a faint smile, he looked at Mo Liang with a smile on his face, and a proud mood rose from his heart.

"I won!" A boulder fell to the ground, and Mo Liang laughed easily. Especially seeing the way the clansmen cheered for him, his smile slowly expanded.

But now, the expressions of the warriors are difficult to look at.

"You guys cheating! How could a little guy who was not in the late stage of ink enter the ink realm win the demon blood spirit of the Qi Sea Realm that the Holy City Guards hunted?"

"It's not fair! With Shi Jun in charge, of course we have to lose!"

Yan Jin led the way, and immediately the warriors of the North Village shouted one after another.

Their ferocity is frightening, and there is an incomparable anger. Previously, it was they who forced each other with force, which made Mo Liang accept this unfair competition. Now, they have lost the competition, and they have to force each other with force, looking arrogant and unreasonable.

"These shameless guys!" Xu Jinhu cursed through gritted teeth.

But Mo Liang in front of him slowly put away his smile, looked at it quietly with a cold gaze. This look immediately made Xu Jinhu feel excited, "Someone is going to be finished!" A thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Since Brother Mo Liang can win the demon hunt, then the strength must not be weak! Why don't we have a competition, otherwise I'm afraid my brothers won't be convinced!" Ma Xiangyang's face was flat, his fists clenched like the power of Yunyun, and he shouted from afar.

At the same time, his assassin soul appeared again, breaking away from the warriors step by step, and walked towards Mo Liang.

Ma Xiangfei and Ma Xiangdong, narrowing their eyes slightly. "It's not a scare! it's true!" they clenched their fists secretly.

Shi Jun looked at ease with an old god, looked indifferently, and remained silent. This made the people who were looking at him a little dazed, and they didn't know what to do.