The sound of the cicada is indefinite, as if there is still or not, similar to a mysterious and mysterious spiritual induction, floating through the battlefield where the murderous aura is boiling and the wreckage is thrown away.

Prince Joe stepped over the criss-crossed corpses and walked to the hill where the altar was located.

As he passed Barre, he saw that his opponent was covered in bruises, fists on the ground, and he was trying to get up. Prince Joe withdrew his gaze and walked straight away from Barre, as if he had never known the man. But his spiritual web branched out slightly, and while Barre was weak, he quietly sneaked into the other party's mind.

At this moment, all of Barre's thoughts turned into reflections of the lake of his heart, and he was recognizable.

Grief, anger, confusion, fear, remorse...... Barre staggered to his feet and looked around: stilted buildings were burning and collapsing in flames, and people were being cut open and screaming...... His eyes turned red, and his throat let out a rough, beastly breath.

The heart lake swayed slightly, glowing with smart waves, and Wang Ziqiao let out a light sigh of satisfaction. The changes in people's hearts are always so wonderful, whether they are happy or sad, as long as they are to the extreme, they are spiritual delicacy to be tasted.

"Ho-ho-" The raging firelight reflected Barre's bruised face, and pictures of the past came to mind:

"I'm going to be the strongest baby in the clan!" said the six-year-old, gritting his teeth and punching his fists in the face of the stump, sweating profusely.

"I want to become the strongest man in the clan!" the waterfall flowed, and he stood like a mountain as young and strong, allowing it to be washed.

"I want to become the strongest witch clan!" In the depths of the mountain, the first witch warrior fought and killed fierce beasts, covered in blood.

Since when did his ambition to become stronger be replaced by the position of patriarch?

Barre suddenly became a spirit, and the sound of fighting in all directions gradually faded away, and the carousel-like figure seemed to disappear. He seemed to be isolated in an empty world, and all kinds of distracting thoughts were like ashes, extinguished one by one......

A hint of enlightenment arose: it turned out that unconsciously, I had deviated from the martial arts!

I'm on the wrong track!

Barre was shocked, and a brilliant lightning flashed in his eyes.

"Huh?" Prince Qiao was slightly stunned, and the trace of spiritual power that had sneaked in was automatically repelled by Barry. He looked back and saw Barre roaring in the sky, invisible thunder pouring out of all directions, rumbling in waves.

A beam of purple qi that could be discerned by the naked eye erupted from the center of Barre's head, gathering in mid-air into a humanoid shape that seemed to be real and illusory: sharp-beaked monkey gills, claws and wings, and bulging abdomen, as strong as a wrestler, it was the image of the thunder witch painted in the ancient books of the Wu clan.

"At the moment of life and death, I actually had an epiphany of martial arts. Wang Ziqiao praised lightly, the law is a magical power that can only be born in the later stage of refining qi and returning to the gods, Barley understands his heart, and the martial arts are greatly advanced, and he really touches the magic of the spiritual world.

It's a pity that such a martial arts wizard still can't escape the fate of the chess pieces. The prince smiled and walked along the mountain path. As far as the eye can see, the snow-jade waterfall splits the night, like a cold sword light. The sound of water roared all around, like the sound of the Yellow Bell and the Great Lu, and it became more and more unattainable that the altar on the top of the mountain was unattainable.

"Sizzle-" A wisp of blood-red smoke suddenly emerged from under Wang Ziqiao's feet, and it writhed strangely. Wang Ziqiao's footsteps paused slightly, only to hear the frequent sound of "sizzling", and wisps of blood mist rushed out of the ground, like a vicious blood snake, dancing around Wang Ziqiao.

Prince Qiao sighed and said loudly: "Wang wants to see the blood sacrifice ceremony that is rare in the witch clan for thousands of years, I wonder if the young patriarch will agree?"

A moment later, the blood mist dissipated, and then converged like a forest on both sides of the front, winding its way to the altar. Prince Qiao chuckled lightly and walked straight along the path of blood mist.

When approaching the top of the mountain, a clear chant was sent with the mountain wind: "Chasing the ancestors of our people, at the beginning of the opening of heaven and earth, worship the gods and nourish all things, observe the heavens and observe the geography." The road is blue, overcoming thorns and thorns......"

Prince Qiao followed the sound, and under the majestic altar, the young man danced, as if he was treading the waves and singing on the sea of the deep and endless night sky.

It's Zhikari Zhen!

Prince Qiao slowed down and measured this dance of witch sacrifice that had been passed down through the ages.

It is said that the Wu clan is the darling of God, and carries it to the heavens and performs the priesthood. The sacrificial dance is a sacred ritual for the Wu clan to communicate with heaven and earth and pray for worship.

"The first to stand up, Ze was eight wildernesses. It is a group of stars with the spin, the sun and the moon are passing the fire...... "The young man dances and recites, the wide sleeves are stretched, the steps are lightly swirling, and the crimson witch robe is like a cloud gathering and scattering, and the wind and water are surging.

"It is to adjust the wind and rain, and the hundred tribes surrender......" Zhi Hunt Zhen sometimes looks up to the sky and high-fives, with a solemn expression, and sometimes leans over and pauses, and his posture is clumsy. Between advance and retreat, birds and fish swim, and the posture is like the life of the Wu language, which is all in line with the natural charm of heaven and earth.

Wang Ziqiao was about to approach Zhi Hunt Zhen, "boom", countless blood mist poured out out of thin air, separating the two. The blood mist boiled like boiling water, gushing out hideous faces and roaring at Prince Qiao.

Wang Ziqiao took a half step back, his heart slightly chilled. The bloody faces are familiar, very similar to the Wu clan, Ma Hua, and Feng Medium who died in the fight...... As Zhi Hunt Zhen chanted the sacrificial text, the blood mist couldn't help but rise up, and the terrifying bloody faces rushed out, like the evil spirits of hell coming to the world, densely packed.

Before you know it, the sky above the altar is covered with a thick color of blood.

“...... The golden crow burns the day, the macaque picks the moon, the baby snake pans the wild, and the golden cicada is reckless. The branch worships the heavens, blesses the Miao descendants of the Wu tribe, and has to descend the four spirits to manifest, showing the majesty of heaven. In view of this sincerity, the ghosts and gods will support you, and you will be able to eat blood and food, and you will still be feasting!"

The voice stopped here, the young man stood quietly with his sleeves brushed, and the aftermath echoed in the mountains and fields. "Boom!" the heavens and the earth seemed to sound an echo, and the blood clouds in the sky broke open, and a muddy foreign body faintly poked its head out.

Prince Qiao's heart palpitated, like falling into an ice abyss, and his heart lake was suppressed by a mighty and incomparable breath. Rao was so, but he still tried to hold his mind and look at the foreign object.

It is colorless and formless, neither virtual nor real, and goes straight to the true part of the hunt. Even if Prince Qiao was well-informed, he couldn't see what it was.

Countless bloody faces let out a ghost crying wolf howl in unison, and they threw foreign objects into it. The foreign body suddenly contracted, turning into a galloping line of blood, and pounced on the center of the Zhijia True Eyebrow, colliding with the pupa of insects.

With a "squeak", the wind and clouds surged, the sky and the earth changed color, and a clear and distant cicada song sounded between the mountains. The pupa bloomed countless cracks, and a golden cicada broke out of its cocoon and flew out!

It was suspended in the deepest part of Zhi Hunt's true consciousness, its eyes were dim and silent, densely covered with blood-colored lines, and its eight membranous wings were platinum and brilliant, with thin and sharp edges like blades, exuding a sharp edge.

"Cicadas chirping!" Bailing Mountain is hundreds of miles away, deep in the Huai Forest, on the shore of the Bibo Lake, an old man in feather coat who is sitting cross-legged swept into the air, looking at Bailing Mountain from afar, his face was wrinkled and trembling, and the old tears were in his eyes.

"Cicada chirping!" At first hearing the sound of cicadas, Barley was slightly stunned, and before he had time to think about it, Lei Wufa roared and swung his fist, which merged with his own fist and violently slammed into Sun Hu.

"Cicada chirping!" Wu Qi stood in front of the pile of rocks, his eyes as sharp as a sword, and threw himself at the hill where the altar was located. The blood clouds above had receded, the sky was becoming clearer, and the full moon was emerging from behind the clouds.

"It's weird, it's late autumn, where did you know?" Zhiyu shook his head in confusion.

Wu Qi snorted: "If the Wu clan is not weird, how can I, Wubu, be in this poor ravine, and work hard for hundreds of years?"

Zhi You's heart was chilled when he heard this, Wu Qi's eyes flickered, and a small team of horses rushed through the pile of rocks, murderous, and jumped over.

"Noble Mr. Wuqi......" Seeing Ma Hua's fierce and vicious appearance, he retreated behind Wu Qi in a panic.

Wu Qi was as straight as a pine, and he didn't move a step until Ma Hua surrounded him, and then he said coldly: "I am the Heavenly Desolate Feather Clan, you are waiting for the barbarians, why don't you get out quickly?"

"Get out?" Ma Hualeng, led by him, squinted at Wu Qi, and said with a cruel smile, "You are the Yu Clan, the Lord or the Immortal! The Desolate Yu Clan will come to this kind of ghost place? You idiot can't even brag about it!"

A few Ma Hua laughed, and Zhi You said eagerly: "Don't do it, this Mr. Wuqi is really a noble Yu clan." ”

A slumped-nosed horse stepped forward and spat at Wu Qi lightly: "If you are really a feather clan, show the bird's wings and fly it for us to see!"

Wu Qi's face sank, and a long sword jumped out of his back silently, the cold air rushed into the sky, and the light was compelling. The Feather Clan is an oviparous race, and after birth, the wings will shed within a month, and the wings will not be reborn until the cultivator enters the refining god and returns to the void and stimulates the ancestral bloodline. He thought that Ma Hua was deliberately practicing himself, but he didn't know that these low-level Ma Hua had only heard the name of the Yu Clan's Sword Shock Eight Desolations, how could they know too much?

"Whoever insults the Yu Clan, die!" Wu Qi shouted, his long sword as fast as lightning, "whooshing" through the throat of the collapsed nose horse. With a shake of the hilt of the sword, Ma Hua fell to the sky, and a puddle of blood splashed out of his throat.

"Feather Clan, is it really Feather Clan?" a few Ma Hua were shocked and angry, they seemed to have heard that the feather clan's swords were all made of their own sharp beaks, which could be dissolved into flesh and blood and hidden in their bodies.

Ma Hua, the leader, roared: "What about the Yu Clan? This is a wilderness, let's have the final say! Kill this birdman and avenge the dead brother!"

"Kill, kill!" Ma Hua jumped up one after another, rushing towards Wu Qi from all directions. Wu Qi sneered with his sword, and the dazzling sword light was shining brightly......

"Congratulations to the young patriarch, who has endured humiliation for many years and cultivated into a witch spirit, and the witch clan will usher in a peerless heavenly pride who is powerful and terrifying. On the top of the mountain, Wang Ziqiao smiled and raised his hand.

The gentleman laughed. Now that there is a Mahua siege outside, and there is a rebellion in Barre, and the hunt is really on the verge of life, where can we talk about the eight wildernesses?" Zhi Hunt Zhen raised his sleeves to cover his mouth, coughed lightly a few times, and the blood smeared along the sleeves, making the red robe purple.

"That's right. Wang Ziqiao glanced at Zhi Jia Zhen deeply, "In addition to Ma Hua and Barre, there are also Yu clan sword cultivators who covet it, and the situation is as dangerous as an egg. Besides, the young patriarch's body is not very proper, right? You have never cultivated martial arts, and in order to achieve the witch spirit, you have become deficient in qi and blood, and your physical body is empty. Presumably, even an ordinary farmer can easily kill you at this moment, right?" Speaking of the word "killed", Wang Ziqiao's eyes were cold, and he took a step forward without a trace.

"Sir is really discerning and judgmental, and he is like a fire. I have long said that although the Eight Desolations are big, only Mr. Ziqiao is the best person to help me get out of danger. Zhi Hunt Zhen smiled calmly and applauded lightly, "However, if you want to kill you, the farmer may be able to, but Mr. Ziqiao can't." ”

The sleeves of his robe shook, and a small puppet made of straw fell into the palm of his hand, and on the top of the straw man's head, he wrote "Prince Qiao" in cinnabar!