In late autumn, the night rain, the mountains and gorges are miserable in the cold smoke.

In the depths of the mountains, figures held torches high, standing silently and solemnly, their dark robes as black as iron were swept by the wind and rain.

Barre stood proudly at the forefront, his eyes sharp as eagles, staring into the distance. The firelight flickered, the forest shadows were building, and the mountain road was bright and dark, twisted like a snake.

"Lord Wuwu, why haven't you come yet? Didn't you say you must be here today?" Behind Barre, a wizened old man shuddered, his neck shrunk into his furry fox fur collar. As far as the eye can see, the mountain road is still empty, and there is no one in sight.

"Ge Laozi, are you in a hurry?" Barry raised his eyebrows, his voice was like thunder, and the gold earrings shook and waved. He was in the prime of life, with a leopard's head ringed and eyes, standing barefoot on the cold rocks, and his tiger skin jacket was wantonly open, revealing a muscular chest. The cold rain fell on him, evaporating into wisps of white vapor and drifting away.

The old man's face froze, and he barely squeezed out a smile: "What Lord Wuwu said is, let's wait, wait. ”

Barley glanced at the old man and snorted: "Zhiyu, you are too old, how long can you wait?" He waved his palm, "The witch sacrifice lord is too weak to stand the wind and cold, why don't you hurry up and help him down to rest?" Ge Laozi, in case he freezes to death, I have to pick another witch sacrifice, it's troublesome!"

Two figures came out in response, supporting the old man's arms.

"Lord Wuwu, you-" A hint of resentment welled up on Zhiyou's face, and he tried to break away, but as soon as he touched Barre's cold eyes, his straightened waist fell again.

An old dog that had lost its teeth didn't even have the courage to bark a few times! Barre sneered silently, looking around at everyone, the colorful lines painted on the corners of his eyes were reflected in the firelight. After ten years of hard work, he finally held the power of the entire witch clan in the palm of his hand, and the witch sacrifice of similar status in the past was now at his disposal.

As for the fifteen-year-old patriarch heir, a little cub who spends his days drinking and having fun, has long been rejected by the whole clan and has become a loser.

"Bang!" suddenly there was a loud bang from the depths of the mountain trail.

Barre looked from afar, and a huge black shadow flashed in the forest of the forest.

Everyone in the Wu clan was shocked, and suddenly, the black shadow disappeared. Everyone thought they were dazzled, but in the blink of an eye, a huge black shadow appeared on the mountain rock again.

"Bang-bang-bang!" the loud noise approached, and the heavy footsteps shook the grass and trees along the way. Everyone shook the torches and took a closer look, and the black shadow was reflected on the nearby mountain wall, full of ten feet high, like a terrifying giant monster, menacing.

"Lord Wuwu......" Barre's henchman Ba Wolf took an arrow step and blocked in front of Barre. He was short, hunchbacked, protruding, and his small slitted eyes were fierce. The original name of the wolf was the wolf, and he was an orphan brought back from the wolf's den by the former patriarch Zhiye. After Zhiye's death, Ba Wolf took the lead in taking refuge in Wuwu Barre, took him as his father, changed his surname to Ba, and became Barre's number one loyal dog.

"Don't panic. Barre's face did not change, and his voice was as steady as a rock.

The huge black shadow turned into the mountain road, and its face became clearer and clearer.

It was a dark green monster, with a head like a bucket, a waist like an iron pillar, and eyes as bright as golden copper bells, revealing a scorching and fierce light. It jumped step by step, and its huge feet with thick scales slammed into the ground, splashing a large cloud of muddy water.

"It's a mandrill!"

"Why are you so big?"

"It must have become a refinement!"

"guy, chop it!"

Everyone shouted and screamed, and they all felt for the knife on their waists. The wolf leaned over slightly, ready to pounce at any moment.

Barégu stood still, his eyes shining with a light more fierce than mandrills.

His Thunder Witch Refining Body Quartet Heaven had already entered the realm of the third day from the outside in. The majestic magic power rushed into the body, and before the raindrops could touch the body, they were bounced away one after another, scattering and splashing in all directions.

In the wilderness where monsters are everywhere and fierce clans are everywhere, only if you are strong enough, ruthless enough, and brave enough can you survive.

"Are you from the Witch Clan up ahead?" the mandrill stopped abruptly and let out a low, soft voice. The volume is not loud, but it gathers but does not disperse, like a straight rain line, clearly sent into everyone's ears.

The mandrill can actually speak human words! The people looked at each other, surprised and suspicious.

"That's right, this is our Wu Clan's Bailing Mountain. Which one are you?" said Barre, coming out of the crowd and in a deep voice.

From the long ears of the mandrill, a small man less than half an inch came out of the ground, and the voice came from the mouth of the villain.

"Contemptible Prince Joe, you have been waiting for a long time. The villain jumped on top of the mandrill's head, stood with his hands in his hands, and grew into a graceful man with a feather coat and a starry crown.

He is forty years old, with a jasper belt around his waist, and a snow shell bead on his shoes, with a slender posture, moist skin, and his eyes occasionally flash, shooting a stunning look.

At this moment, the sub-hour is exactly halfway through, and it is the line between day and night.

Barre's eyes flashed, and he greeted him with a big smile: "Hahahaha, it turned out that the distinguished guest has arrived! I didn't expect that Mr. could even subdue the mandrill of Chengjing, and he deserved to be the first party in the Eight Wilderness!

Prince Qiao smiled and fell to the ground. With a "plop", the mandrill fell down on its head to the sky, and when it looked closely, there was no mandrill? It was only a half-rotten stump.

The Wu people stared at the rotten wooden stakes, and it took a while to come back to their senses.

"Sir, good means!" Barre couldn't help but pause, the barbarian has always used martial arts to fight for hegemony, and he mostly relies on knives and fists to resist, where have he ever seen such a magic method?

"Carving insect skills, why worry about it?" Prince Qiao said casually, "The wild hidden dragon and crouching tiger, thaumaturgical magic methods emerge in endlessly, not necessarily much worse than Wang." ”

"Sir is too gracious. This time, we can ask Mr. for help, and our Wu clan is considered lucky. Barre clapped his palms together, and all the people of the Wu clan moved in unison, coiling around both sides of the mountain road, forming a nine-song welcoming array.

"Knife salute welcome!" Barre shouted up to the sky, his voice vibrating Lin Yue, and the sound of wind and rain was quiet.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang!" A sharp knife came out of the sheath, and the cold light was eye-catching, forming a staggered arched knife corridor in front of Wang Ziqiao.

"This is one of the nine rites passed down from the old Wu clan to the ancestors?" Prince Qiao asked calmly as he looked at the knife corridor.

"Yes, sir, is very knowledgeable. Don't be lazy, my lineage of witches has only passed down the sword salute. The complete Nine Rites of the Wu Clan are only available in the general vein of the Wu Clan. Barre's tone revealed a hint of reluctance. Eight hundred years ago, when the Wu clan was in turmoil, they fled to avoid disasters and had to struggle to survive in the wild mountains and rivers.

One day, he Barre will return to the wilderness and regain the prestige of his clan.

"The nobles can pass down the sword ceremony, and it can be regarded as the inheritance of the witch lineage, and the bloodline is pure. Prince Qiao bowed his head slightly and strode forward. Suddenly, the blade flew up and down, and the chilling sword light almost rose and fell against Wang Ziqiao, reflecting his eyebrows and temples.

As if he hadn't seen it, Wang Ziqiao kept his feet and went straight through the knife forest, and he also took a torch in his hand and shook it: "This should be a torch made of wild and endless wood." This wood is black and shiny, full of oil, once ignited, it is difficult to extinguish the wind and rain, and it is said that it is the bones of the three-legged golden crow. ”

"Hehe, I haven't seen this thing with my own eyes, most of it was pulled out by the ancestors of the witch vein. Barre's gaze vaguely swept over Prince Joe, secretly frightened. Even a first-class martial arts master, in the face of the swinging blade, the pupils, heartbeat, and skin pores will have the most natural reaction, but Wang Ziqiao is indifferent, and he does not show the slightest sign on his body.

Fang Shi is really unfathomable!

"Not necessarily. The Eight Desolations are so big, why don't you have them?" Wang Ziqiao said as he walked, "What's more, the three-legged golden crow, the six-eared macaque, the eight-winged golden cicada, and the nine-headed baby snake are all listed as the four great witch spirits sacrificed by the Wu clan. There can't be no mention in the aristocratic books, right?"

Barre's heart moved slightly, could this be the purpose of Prince Joe's trip? This person is famous all over the world and is hot. Everywhere I went, all the families of the gate valves from all over the world greeted each other. At the beginning, he promised a heavy reward, but he was not very sure whether he could invite Prince Qiao to travel thousands of miles and go to the wilderness. Half a month ago, he received a summons from the other party, and only then did he set up this meeting.

"The four great witch spirits, that is, the sacrificial play, none of them will take it seriously! However, if the sir is interested in the four great witch spirits, you can read the books in your clan casually, even if you take them away, it doesn't matter. Barre pondered the other party's intentions and said tentatively. Xing Fang Shi likes to study some strange and absurd things, anyway, the most brilliant martial arts book of his clan, the "Thunder Witch Refining Body Quartet Heaven", has long been destroyed by him, and the rest are mostly miscellaneous records of the history and customs of the Wu clan.

"Then thank you for your kindness. Wang Ziqiao said noncommittally, at this time, the sword light flew more and more rapidly, and his whole person was wrapped in a dazzling light.

Suddenly, the sword light in the sky condensed and dissipated. Unconsciously, Wang Ziqiao had already passed through the knife corridor, and then walked forward, the road was cut off, and it was a cliff.

Prince Joe couldn't help but stop.

"Sir, please!" Barre's voice came from behind.

"Your Excellency, please!" shouted the Wu people in unison.

Wang Ziqiao was slightly stunned, and his mind darkened. Since ancient times, the Wu clan has been rebellious, and the sword ceremony is not only a welcome etiquette, but also a kind of prestige and test. In other words, if you want to be my guest of honor, it depends on whether you are brave enough!

"Qiang! Qiang!" "Qiang Qiang!" The people of the Wu clan danced the knife again, the blades frequently clashed, and the Qingyue sounded, vibrating out the music of the palace, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu, and constantly turned and rose, converging into a majestic ancient song.

"Mighty and mighty,

Strike its sword.

He is a son,

Rather bend the bend!"

The people of the Wu clan greeted the song and harmony, and the desolate and hoarse singing voice stirred with the wind, causing the beasts in the deep mountains to howl in grief.

"Rather bend the bend. "Prince Qiao realized, the clouds and fog under the cliff were unfathomable, and the cold mountain wind blew his robe sleeves to hunt and fly.

He let out a long laugh and stepped out.