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Yun Qiyou said: "I only figured out in the past few days that the Flying Feather Clan and the Elf Clan are an undying feud, but the Elf Clan's magic arrows are too powerful, and the Flying Feather Clan has no way to take the Elf Clan at all, but I didn't expect that this time the Flying Feather Clan will join forces with the Western Demon Sect, and the Elf Clan may not be able to resist it." Ye Xiaochuan said angrily: "This can't be blamed on those birdmen of the Flying Feather Clan, this big tree used to be the habitat of the Flying Feather Clan, and it was snatched from the Flying Feather Clan by the Elf Clan back then. The altar above is obviously made by the Flying Feather Clan, and the statue of the ancestor of the Flying Feather Clan in front of the door,

The statue of the six-armed demon god in northern Xinjiang has not collapsed in these years, and the dove has to pay the price for occupying the magpie's nest. ”

For this point, Ye Xiaochuan is very clear, he has met the Flying Feather Clan in the Black Forest, more than once or twice, the last time he was caught by a group of Flying Feather Clan's birdmen under the mountain, and he used salt and linen to redeem it, he felt that these people of the Flying Feather Clan were still kind.

Why didn't the Flying Feather Clan go to trouble the Tiger Clan, the Werewolf Clan, and the Stone Man Clan, and why did they want to find trouble with the Elf Clan? It's not that the Elf Clan occupied people's nests tens of thousands of years ago. Whether it is a foreign race or a human race, the place where the ancestors are buried must not be lost, the Flying Feather Clan can give up this primeval sacred tree and live in other places, but they will never give up the ancient altar above, which was built by the ancestors of the Flying Feather Clan to communicate with the gods

Location.

While Yun Qiyou and Ye Xiaochuan were talking, the bee swarm had already appeared to the east of the Ancient Divine Tree, and sure enough, they heard the sound of the flute controlling the bee swarm.

At least hundreds of thousands of poisonous bees, under the urging of the sound of the flute, turned into a dozen black giant pythons and pounced towards the elves around the altar.

At this time, the Patriarch of Zishu shouted a few times, and countless elves no longer drew feather arrows from the quiver behind them, but directly pulled the bowstring. A surprising scene appeared, only to see a colored light arrow quickly condensed and formed, this kind of arrow that seems to be condensed by witchcraft magic, although because it takes a little time to condense the arrow, the rate of fire is not as fast as pulling out the feather arrow directly from the quiver, but this magic arrow is more powerful than the feather arrow

Powerful. There were too many poisonous bees, and ordinary feathered arrows could not cause substantial damage to poisonous bees at all, but these magic arrows were shot one by one, and thousands of elves were almost all around the altar on the giant tree, and with a sharp command sounded, rows of magic swords flashed with dazzling light

, shooting at the swept swarm of more than a dozen bees.

Ye Xiaochuan suddenly felt that it was raining above his head, and as soon as he grabbed his body, a poisonous bee that had been shot to death immediately landed in the palm of his hand.

This poisonous bee is really not ordinarily big, it is almost as long as a finger, and the tail needle behind the buttocks is flashing with a pale blue luster, Ye Xiaochuan has seen the miserable appearance of those female disciples in the Ethereal Pavilion after being stung, the beautiful fairy's head is swollen like a pig's head, and it is still dripping with yellow water.

You must know that those ethereal female disciples are almost all masters of cultivation in the out-of-body realm, and they are already miserable when they are stung, if ordinary people are stung by this poisonous bee, they will die if they can't survive for a while.

He stretched out his hand and threw down the corpse of the poisonous bee in his hand, and suddenly said to Yun Qiyou: "Do you think that the sword shot by the elven clan at this moment is somewhat similar to the spatial blade issued by your demon suppression guqin. ”

Yun Qiyou nodded slightly, and said: "This kind of magic arrow is indeed rare in the world, at least in the Middle Earth so many cultivation sects, I have never heard of any sect with similar magical powers." Ye Xiaochuan said: "Southern Xinjiang witchcraft is extremely mysterious, but unfortunately, most of them have been lost, otherwise in today's world, it may not be the unique art of cultivating truth in Middle Earth." In the ancient world, how many powerful thaumatururgies have disappeared in the long river of history, and only one in ten has been inherited

Two, it's a pity. ”

The magic arrows of the elven clan must have originated from the witchcraft of southern Xinjiang, Ye Xiaochuan suddenly felt a little sad, because the interruption of this inheritance was mostly artificial. Just like today's Middle-earth cultivation technique, the broom between the sects is self-cherishing, and the result is endless war. Cangyunmen has only been established for four thousand years, and many true magic powers have been lost, if it weren't for Ye Xiaochuan's dedication of twenty-one true law magic powers, Cangyun Gate would not be in ten years

It's so brilliant and prosperous. Ten thousand years ago, the Shushan faction, the first giant faction in the world, was destroyed, Ye Xiaochuan did not think that a Liuhe mirror could destroy an ancient giant faction, the Liuhe mirror was mostly just an introduction, the Shushan faction was attacked by countless sects in the world at that time, and the leader was the great monk of Wutai Mountain and the past

Rikunlun faction.

If the Shushan faction had not perished, with the many arrangements of the predecessors of the evil gods, the main battlefield of the catastrophe battle in six thousand years must have been in the reincarnation peak, not in the sacred mountain of Kunlun Mountain, and the human world may not have the strength to resolve that catastrophe.

There was once a wise man who said that one human being is a tiger, and three people are a worm. This sentence truly reflects the ugly desires of the human heart.

Seeing the magic arrows cast by the elves tonight, Ye Xiaochuan thought of the withering of witchcraft in southern Xinjiang, and sighed with regret in his heart.

The dignified witchcraft of southern Xinjiang has not been passed down in southern Xinjiang, but in northern Xinjiang, which is tens of thousands of miles away, which has to be said to be a great irony.

The magic feather arrows of the elves barely blocked the attack of more than a dozen poisonous bees, but at this time, countless strange birdmen with huge wings appeared in the night sky.

Led by a snow-white feathered birdman, holding a long white divine sword, he said loudly: "Zishu, it's okay for you to leave the Divine Tree with the Elf Clan tonight, otherwise, your entire clan will be destroyed!"

Perhaps because of the language barrier, this birdman actually spoke the language of Middle-earth.

Patriarch Zishu hung in front of the bronze giant gate, and she said word by word: "Yu Huang, I didn't expect that your Flying Feather Clan would collude with the Middle-earth human cultivators, so you are not afraid of being punished by the six-armed demon god?"

The white-winged Feather Emperor laughed and said, "The six-armed demon god is my northern Xinjiang god, and you foreigners from the southern Xinjiang are also worthy of mentioning the name of the demon god?"

Of course, Zishu will not surrender, tens of thousands of years of grievances with the Feiyu Clan, once surrendered, there is no way out.

Her little hand grabbed in the air, and suddenly a strange light shot out from the bronze giant door behind her, and the two huge bronze doors, which originally had only one gap, made a creaking sound, and the bronze door was slowly pushed open by a mysterious force!

That strange light wrapped in an unpretentious bow slowly flew out of the altar behind the bronze giant gate, and finally landed in the hands of the Zishu patriarch. Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou looked up and saw very clearly, that bow seemed to be the bow and crossbow in the hand of the elven jade carving statue in the altar.