Just now, when Jiang Bai was following Tu, he heard the conversation of the group of Shenying tribesmen, and knew that this destroyed tribe was called the Dead Underworld Tribe.

And the war scythe is just behind the dead underworld tribe, and it has the power to absorb the essence of life, so it naturally bears the name of evil, so it is named the dead evil scythe.

Thinking of this, Jiang Bai couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart.

Look at how apt and domineering this name is.

For a divine soldier, a good name is absolutely important.

If you take the name of a rotten street, like the Five Tigers, Broken Souls and the like, others will think it is a garbage weapon when they hear it.

It seems that I am quite talented in choosing names, in addition to personal names.

Hearing the new name Jiang Bai gave him, the battle scythe instantly began to tremble, he should have liked this name very much.

Jiang Bai didn't think much about it anymore, opened his beak and sucked at the Death Scythe, and the Death Scythe entered its mouth and was included in the small world.

Unbeknownst to it, the Dead Scythe had just almost tried to cut it down.

It's death and hell, and there's an evil word at the back, all of which are not good words.

I'm losing face with such a strong weapon, right? It doesn't sound like a good weapon.

After dealing with the Death Scythe, Jiang Bai found that the big eyes of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Knife were looking at him with a resentful expression.

When you have a new love, you forget the old love, right? I got this new love for you.

Jiang Bai was stunned for a moment, if you want to say that women are jealous, you can also use weapons?

Fortunately, its emotional intelligence is still good, and it wants to counteract in the blink of an eye.

I saw that its right wing spread out and placed it on the handle of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Knife, hugging it like a brother.

"Don't worry, no matter how much it can't shake your position, you are the boss of all my weapons, you don't even have this bit of energy, right? Come back. ”

Hearing this, the big eyes turned, as if thinking about whether Jiang Bai's words were credible.

Jiang Bai's touting and agitation will be more than enough to deal with this Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Knife that has never seen the world.

After some thought, the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Knife felt that what his master said was reasonable.

The Dead Scythe was nothing more than a defeated subordinate of his own, and his master had given it such an ugly name, apparently not intending to reuse it.

The Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Knife that figured it out was also the same as the Death Evil Scythe, and flew back to Jiang Bai's mouth to enter the small world.

"Hoo ......"

Jiang Bai breathed a sigh of relief, he never dreamed that he would one day have to deal with the relationship between his weapons.

Fortunately, the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Knife was still relatively easy to talk to, and it didn't give Jiang Bai a headache.

Jiang Bai looked up at the sky again.

Without the source of the Death Realm, the Death Realm as a treacherous realm naturally dissipated on its own, and the sky once again turned back to the rock top that emitted a soft white light.

Without further thought, it flapped its wings and flew back in the same path as it had come, returning to the lower levels in search of food for the Dead Scythe.

.......

A day later.

After a lot of hunting, the Death Scythe finally repaired the cracks caused by the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Knife and turned it into a brand new one.

Jiang Bai looked at the Death Scythe suspended around him and nodded with satisfaction.

With the Death Scythe, he has a little more certainty of rampant in the Star Devouring Secret Realm.

The most important thing is that the Death Scythe has a simple way to recharge, just find enough creatures for it.

Jiang Bai has now come to the sky above the Shenying tribe, which is suspected to be inhabited by gods.

It looks downward, and its powerful vision makes it impossible for the entire tribe to escape its eyes.

......

"Lord Ancestral Spirit, fortunately, I am not dishonored!"

An elderly priest was on his knees, holding a transparent bottle in his hand.

And this bottle is very familiar, it is the container that the priests of the Shenying tribe collected the souls of the dead in the Dead Tribe.

In front of the priest was a huge stone seat, on which sat a humanoid unknown creature resembling a humanoid, five meters tall, and composed of yellow mist.

But for some reason, the yellow mist was mixed with an unsettling black.

It is the ancestral spirit in the mouth of the Shenying tribe.

As the name suggests, the Ancestral Spirit is one of the many ancestors of the Shenying tribe, and his name and the era in which he survived are no longer known.

A hundred years ago, a wandering black demon came near the Shenying tribe, and it happened to be found here.

At that moment of life and death, hundreds of Shenying people to be slaughtered prayed to the ancestors, hoping that the ancestors would return from the dead and save their descendants.

The ancestors of the Shenying people are absolutely mortals, but this is the case in backward societies, which often deify these mortals who obviously existed, and let them become gods born with infinite power and uphold the will of God.

Unexpectedly, this prayer really worked, and the ancestors of the Shenying tribe returned from the world after the dead to drive the black demon away.

Since then, the Shenying tribe has lived a life of peace and contentment, not only has the population expanded to nearly 10,000 to this day, but also no longer has to worry about the beasts and black devils outside.

Because this ancestral spirit is really the same as the legend records, it has incredible divine power.

The Shenying tribe unanimously believed that the ancestral spirit was a messenger sent from heaven.

And all they have to pay is to pray sincerely to the ancestral spirits every day.

Since then, the people of the Shenying tribe no longer take pride in becoming warriors, but have made it their lifelong goal to become priests of ancestral spirits.

The more devout you are to the ancestral spirits, the more respected you are, and the more you spurn them, and you may even be expelled from the Shenying tribe and become a helpless wanderer.

"Well, you're doing a good job, go down."

Zu Ling nodded in satisfaction, and with an unknown force, he held up the bottle and pulled it to his side.

"It is an honor for our descendants to serve the ancestral spirits!"

Zu Ling's words of praise seemed to have great magical power, and he saw the old priest raise his arms and shout, his eyes were fanatical, and then he saluted solemnly again, and then stood up and left.

When the priest left, the ancestral spirit uncorked the bottle, and hundreds of dead spirits flowed out of the bottle.

But not long after these revenants came out, they were attracted by an unknown gravitational pull and poured into the yellow body of the ancestral spirit.

If you look closely, you can see that the part of its body is a little more black.

After absorbing hundreds of revenant souls, the ancestral spirit whispered, "It's not enough, I need more before I can step into a new stage." ”

It turns out that in the past hundred years, the ancestral spirit has been absorbing the wish power generated by the people of the Shenying tribe.

And with the increase in population, the daily power generated is also more, and the strength of the ancestral spirit has been in a steady upward trend, with little progress, but it is clearly visible.

But in the last few months, the ancestral spirit found that he seemed to have encountered some bottleneck, and no matter how much he absorbed his wish power, he could no longer be improved.

Once, the ancestral spirit encountered a dead Shenying tribesman's soul, and after absorbing it, he found that his strength had actually increased slightly.