The clear sky reflects the emerald green mountain forest.

The sun shines on the cliffs soaked in the night mist, reflecting the scales.

At the foot of the cliffs, there are scattered bamboo houses, and awakened witch people are busy walking through the village.

Gradually, the crowd converged towards the altar in the center of the stockade.

In front of a bamboo hut nestled against a hill, a few birds perch on the railing in front of the door, snuggling up to each other and making a "chirping" call, or spreading one wing and grooming the feathers under the wing with a sharp beak.

"Squeak!"

Yu Xi pushed open the window of the bamboo house, startling the birds resting in front of the door.

"Morning!"

She saw that outside the house, Luo Mingzhang also pushed the door out at this time, stretching a lazy waist.

There were still a few tears after yawning in the corners of his eyes, and he looked like he hadn't woken up.

"Good morning!"

Seeing Yu Xi, Luo Mingzhang's face was full of smiles, and the depression caused by bed insomnia was swept away.

"Two distinguished guests, you had a good rest last night."

Just then, a sturdy man in a black cardigan approached.

Luo Mingzhang looked at him and said seriously:

"The bed is a little hard, and my back hurts!"

He remembered that this person was the guard who had followed the girl from southern Xinjiang before, named Ah Chao.

Ah Chao's expression froze, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, but he saw Luo Mingzhang stretching out his hand and putting it on his shoulder.

"Haha, just kidding, don't be so serious!"

Ah Chao didn't seem to be suitable for getting too close to strangers, so he broke away from Luo Mingzhang's arm on him and took a step back.

"Two distinguished guests, today is the day of our clan's sacrifice, and the elder asked me to invite the two of you to watch the ceremony."

"Huh? If I'm not mistaken, the sacrifice of your Wu clan is the most solemn ritual in the clan, and it is not open to outsiders. ”

Luo Mingzhang's face showed a somewhat surprised expression.

"The two saved the holy daughter of our clan, and they are kind to our Wu clan, and the great elder said that when the two entered the territory of our Wu clan, the ancestral spirit did not warn, and they recognized the two, and the two will become the eternal guests of our clan, and they are qualified to observe the ritual of sacrificing the spirit."

Luo Mingzhang looked at Yu Xi and said with a smile:

"Since this is a rare opportunity, let's take a look at the ritual of the witch clan's sacrifice!"

Hearing this, Ah Chao put one hand on his shoulder, saluted the two, and turned to lead the way in front.

The altar where the ritual was held was located in the center of the village, and when Luo Mingzhang and Yu Xi arrived with Ah Chao, it was already crowded.

What surprised Luo Mingzhang a little was that nine out of ten people in this village were cultivators.

He looked in the direction of the altar.

I saw the maiden of the previous Wu tribe and ten other young men and women of the Wu tribe kneeling in front of the altar, each holding an artifact in their hands, or a pendant of wolf teeth, or a broken garment, or a blood-stained scimitar.

Around the circular altar, there are quaint stone pillars standing every few meters, and between the stone pillars, there are stones of different shapes built into a triangular pile on the side.

The Wu people believe that the souls of the deceased will return to their homeland, lodge in these stones, and continue to watch over their loved ones.

These stones will be piled up on the side of the road, at the entrance of the village, etc.

The triangular stone piles placed next to the altar seem to be slightly different from the stone piles in ordinary Wu clan gathering places.

In Luo Mingzhang's view, these stones are full of a certain peculiar spirituality.

In the center of the altar, a white-haired old man of the Wu clan was dancing an ancient sacrificial dance.

"This is the fourth elder of my Witch God Sect, Wu Peng, and every time the spirit sacrifice ceremony is held, one of the ten witches will preside over it."

Beside Luo Mingzhang and Yu Xi, Ah Chao explained.

The Witch God Cult is the highest faith sect of the Wu Clan, and the ten highest-ranking priests are called the Ten Witches, and they have the same name as the Ten Witches of Lingshan in ancient mythology.

As the sacrifice progressed, there was a fluctuation from the altar that resonated with the rhythm of the Wu Peng dance.

Slowly, the stone pillars of the altar every few meters emitted a faint blue glow.

The light on the stone pillar grew brighter and brighter, and then converged towards the center of the altar.

All the witches bowed their heads reverently.

"Sons of the Wu Clan, thank the ancestral spirit for the blessing!"

In the center of the altar, Wu Peng, whose beard was white, shouted.

The light that gathered in the center of the altar then turned into a rain of light and fell on everyone under the altar.

Luo Mingzhang felt that after the light rain touched his skin, it melted into his body.

As more and more light rain melted into his body, he felt his mental power keep increasing.

Spiritual power is soul power.

The continuous growth of soul power is not only useful for cultivators who cultivate soul power, but also for qi refiners and martial artists, it can also effectively improve their mastery of their own strength.

For ordinary people, the great state of their spiritual power can greatly increase the possibility of them stepping into cultivation.

As the rain of light dissipated, the remnants of light in the center of the altar rushed towards the girl under the altar.

There is no surprise to all the Wu people, the blessing of the ancestral spirit, the final essence will be returned to the ancestral spirit's favorite witch children, and she, as the holy daughter of the witch god sect, can naturally afford this gift.

However, just as the light cluster was about to rush into the girl's body, a mutation suddenly appeared.

The light from the blessing of the ancestral spirit suddenly split into two, one part continued to rush into the girl's body, and the other part flew straight towards Luo Mingzhang.

In everyone's dull gaze, the light merged into the outsider's body.

Luo Mingzhang felt that his soul power was rapidly expanding, he and Yu Xi were already at the critical point of the third-order intermediate breakthrough after the incident of locking the dragon well, and with the injection of this energy, his soul power naturally took a step further, and he was only one step away from the fourth-order.

And Yu Xi, who was beside him, was affected by the qi when he broke through, coupled with the moisture of the light rain before, she also broke through to the third-order advanced level together.

If before, because Luo Mingzhang and Yu Xi saved the Holy Maiden, the attitude of the Wu people in the village towards them was friendly, at this moment, the eyes of the Wu people looking at Luo Mingzhang already had a little respect.

Even Wu Peng, who was in the center of the altar, was taken aback.

The ancestral spirit was so fond of this stranger, this was a favor that even most Wu warriors and Gu masters could hardly enjoy......

After Luo Mingzhang successfully broke through, he opened his eyes.

He couldn't help but feel a little emotional, he didn't expect this witch god sect to get such benefits.

Suddenly, he found that all eyes were on him, both inside and outside the altar.

Luo Mingzhang was stunned for a moment, and then figured out the cause and effect.

He laughed shamelessly:

"Handsome, can't ......"