The North Village is centered on the totem pole, which stands tall and towering.

There are ears on the stigma of the totem pole, hanging in the air, weighing hundreds of catties, hanging all kinds of miserable white skulls and colorful straw ropes. Mo Liang and Ma Xiangyang each took off a piece of pillar lug and held it in their hands. The skulls, broken stones, and all sorts of things on it collided with each other, making a porcelain crashing sound.

By this time, it was already dark, and a bonfire was lit in the village. The people believed that the gods and spirits of the totem pole were alive only at night.

Shi Jun stood under the totem pole, looked at the two people who held up the totem pole ears like door gods on the left and right, and said lightly: "This totem pole ear is a vessel for the totem pole to hold the essence blood and soul. Each of you holds a statue, and within a month put demon blood and spirit in it. After the one-month period, the totem pole ears are attributed to the totem pole, and the totem pole decides the winner. In the meantime, the one who is rampant wins. ”

Ma Xiangyang and Mo Liang nodded in unison.

In this competition, the method is simple. Demon blood and spirit are the nutrients of the totem pole, the energy of its protection, and the reliance of its promotion. On weekdays, the quasi-guards and guards hunt demon spirits, and their essence and soul will invariably contain totem poles.

If there is enough demon blood and spirit, the totem pole will also grow, and eventually it will be comparable to the totem pole of the Holy City and the Holy Land, with a strong protective power, and the North Village will also become a new holy city.

The content of this competition is very familiar to both the warriors and the people. But the simpler it is, the more difficult it often is.

Mo Liang only has six grades of ink, Ma Xiangyang not only has the strength of seven grades of ink, but also has the support of many warriors in Beicun, to compare the ability to hunt demon spirits, and make a judgment. For Mo Liang, it was almost an impossible challenge.

He wants to fight against almost the entire warriors of Kitamura on his own.

Even if the strength is the best, few people dare to defeat the crowd, let alone the current Kitamura martial artist, Mo Liang's strength is not the strongest.

If it weren't for the experience of Demon Mountain, I'm afraid people would have judged him to be defeated, but at this moment, there are many clansmen who have faint expectations. Even a group of warriors did not dare to get carried away. Mo Liang has unconsciously become an existence that no one can ignore!

Under the witness of the totem pole spirit, the two made an oath to gamble.

With a faint smile, Ma Xiangyang came to Mo Liang's side, quietly showed a gloomy gaze, and said: "Brother Mo Liang, you can't lose, if you lose, you will lose everything!"

Mo Liang glared at him and replied coldly: "If you lose, take your people and leave Beicun honestly!." ”

Ma Xiangyang's face changed slightly, and he immediately regained his smile, shook the totem pole ear weighing hundreds of catties in his hand, and said: "If Brother Moliang really has the ability, then what if we can rest assured that Beicun will be handed over to you?

Intentionally or unintentionally, he exposed the many warriors behind him, looking fearless. Indeed, in this kind of demon hunting competition, whether it is strength or power, he has no possibility of losing.

This is also the reason why everyone doesn't understand Mo Liang.

But Mo Liang had his own thoughts, his gaze swept deeply over dozens of martial artists, and he snorted coldly. Then he resolutely turned around and left the totem pole square with Shi Jun and Xu Jinhu.

The people have dispersed, and it will be a month before they gather again.

......

Beicun Guard Battalion, Yan Jin Big Tent.

With the return of Ma Xiangyang, the Ma family brothers merged with Yan Jin's guard faction, and a team of people with an increasingly large number had to occupy Yan Jin's big tent for a long time.

At this moment, the crowd seemed a little happy.

"Haha~!Mo Liang, this kid, is still very tender, we scare him at will, and he can't help but jump out!" Ma Xiang Feimei danced, and it had been a long time since he had laughed so heartily.

Ma Xiangyang raised his eyebrows, looked at Ma Xiangfei playfully, and said, "Who told you that I was scaring him?"

Ma Xiangfei and Ma Xiangdong were immediately stunned.

Isn't it intimidation? Could it be that Shi Jun and Mo Liang resolutely refused to give in, and really wanted to kill their clansmen? This kind of thing, but they will be wanted and killed in an instant!

"Not a scare?" muttered Ma Xiangdong dumbfounded.

"Hehe~" Ma Xiangyang smiled coldly, "You two, it's really an elm head! Even if we kill Mo Liang on the spot, someone will help us cover it up." When the time comes, Shi Jun will just piggyback and kill. It's just that it's a bit of a hassle. ”

"Brother, do you mean Wang Lingfeng?" Ma Xiangdong said with a sudden realization.

Ma Xiangyang smiled silently. Yan Jin knew this well, but he didn't pay attention to Ma Xiangfei and Ma Xiangdong from beginning to end.

Ma Xiangyang swept over the many martial artists who had become more confident, and a cold light gradually appeared in his eyes, "Shi Jun has dominated the village chief of Beicun for many years, and it is time to rotate! As for Mo Liang...... It's a good chip for me to secure my position!"

......

"These guys are really getting too much!"

Mo Liang said a little gloomily. Recently, the warriors of Kitamura have changed frequently, which has disappointed him.

Shi Jun sighed lightly and said, "I also underestimated the courage of Ma Xiangyang and Yan Jin! The so-called Hades is easy to mess with little ghosts, and they are talking about them. ”

"Wang Lingfeng ......"

Mo Liang's tone was cold.

Looking back at the changes in Beicun during this period of time, it was not because of Wang Lingfeng. Whether it is Yan Jin or Ma Xiangyang, they all want to show favor with a shy face and join Wang Lingfeng's command. One by one, for this reason, they even did not hesitate to turn against their clansmen.

Thinking of this, a wave of anger surged in Mo Conscience's heart.

Is it possible to have a strong background, regardless of righteousness and justice? Wang Lingfeng is just like this, what makes him cold is that even these clansmen choose to betray without hesitation. Even before they were instructed, they pounced like madness, like executioners, trying to kill people and ask for credit.

"Are you sure you won?" Shi Jun asked.

Mo Liang shook his head, "I don't know. ”

Seeing Mo Liang shaking his head, Shi Jun comforted: "These guys have gone crazy. Xiao Liangzi, you have the right to accompany them to pretend, and in the end, it is up to the Holy City to decide this matter! Don't worry, none of them can escape!"

Mo Liang was slightly silent, and shook his head again, "Since I have accepted the challenge, I can't sit still like this. Village chief, Ma Xiangyang is not Ma Xiangfei, he won't give you a chance. ”

Shi Jun frowned slightly and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Mo Liang turned his head to look at the totem pole ears that were placed on the ground at random, and the watered demon blood had already coagulated a thick layer of blood stains on it, and the animal bones, grass ropes, and stones were pierced and swayed. Looking at it, there seems to be a bloody and desolate atmosphere coming to the face.

He said, "With this guy, I'm going to take a risk! I have a hunch that I'm not going to lose!"