Under the panic of heaven, the monster died instantly. The body also turned into a cloud of ashes in the electric light, dispersed with the wind, and completely disappeared from this world.

Seeing that the crisis dissipated, Zhang Shiping breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and suddenly felt that his legs and feet were weak, and he sat on the ground.

Looking at Huadu, who was still holding on, Zhang Shiping couldn't help but laugh. After coming to this world for so long, Hua Du is the only person he has ever seen who wants to die to save face and suffer crimes.

"Thank you just now, if it weren't for your spear, I would be completely out of action!"

Zhang Shiping remembered the sharp claws that were almost close to his skin just now, and couldn't help but be a little afraid, and said sincerely to Huadu.

"It's nothing, if you hadn't arrived in time, I would have died under the claws of that human-faced monster. ”

The short spear in Hua Du's hand emitted a gentle golden light, constantly making up for his depleted physical strength. Hearing Zhang Shiping's thanks, he said calmly.

Whether it was Huadu, who was holding strongly, or Zhang Shiping, who was sitting on the ground, they had already exhausted their physical strength in an instant. Fortunately, this monster with a wolf body and a human head seems to like to be alone, and there are no other wind wolves around, otherwise the two of them will have to die in the West.

Fortunately, at this time, Gao Shen had already arrived in time with others, so that the worried Zhang Shiping could rest assured.

Knowing this time, Zhang Shiping noticed the person who had been following Huadu and had no sense of existence. Although Hua Yi looked covered in injuries and looked almost in tatters, this was much more miserable than Hua. But in fact, his injuries avoided his own vital points, and among the three, he was actually the first to recover his mobility.

Looking at the man who was silent and stood behind Huadu again, Zhang Shiping couldn't help but secretly praise Zhu Li's heritage. According to his estimates, the strength of the man in front of him is basically the top group under the witch sacrifice, and there are only a few of them in the Huaxu clan with such strength at such an age.

Now that the commander of the wind wolf has been resolved, everyone set off back to Gu'er Mountain. The wind wolf without a commander, no matter how powerful it is, but without wisdom, will eventually be beheaded by the stone spears of the warriors of the clans.

With Zhang Shiping and Huadu's recovery ability, they completely recovered their previous consumption halfway. However, after this battle, Huadu didn't mention the competition between the two again, and I don't know if he was convinced by Zhang Shiping.

However, looking at the arrogance in the corners of Huadu's eyes, it is estimated that this kind of thing is completely impossible.

Without the wind wolves under the command of Shan Hun, they once again resumed the previous "rush, rush, rush!" 's fighting style, one by one, died on the way to the charge.

The busy time always passes very fast, half a month has passed in the blink of an eye, the sky suddenly becomes gray, and a cold wind rushes from the far north, and the biting cold makes the warriors of the clans forced to hide in the cave house of the White Bird Clan.

This made the warriors of the Blue Bird Clan on Gu'er Mountain very uncomfortable. It is a sinful thing for them, who are chasing the monsoon and like freedom, to be forced to hide in low, dimly lit cave houses.

But no one will complain at this time, everyone understands. The north wind has blown the horn of war, and the annual battle of life and death has come.

Zhang Shiping and a few witches have been on the top of the mountain these days, and the howling north wind is blowing past their ears, accompanied by the sound of several people arguing.

Don't mistake this quarrel for the discussion of war tactics, which does not exist in this era. They are just idle eggs and sore to vent their emotions.

Looking at Zhang Shiping, who was in a daze from time to time, Qingluo gently attached to his ear and asked:

"What, it's boring?"

"No, I just found something interesting. ”

Zhang Shiping stretched out his hand, and as a result of a snowflake, his eyes stared at a certain place in the void, and said with a smile.

Since the day the north wind blew, Zhang Shiping has found that the whole world has changed wonderfully. Originating from the will of the gods of the White Bird clan, hovering on the top of Gu'er Mountain, the passionate breath silently infects everyone in the mountain.

There were three obscure wills in the distance, one of which Zhang Shiping was very familiar with. It was the ethereal and vitality that belonged to the Huaxu moon god.

"The gods are equal to me!"

This is the most common sentence spoken by the clansmen. In the past, Zhang Shiping just thought that this was a mantra-like behavior, but now he understands that this sentence is true.

At this time, those gathered in Gu'er Mountain were the essence of all clans - witches and warriors. The red or white breath merged with the divine consciousness hovering in the sky, and in a short period of time, Zhang Shiping felt that the white bird god was 'full'.

After discovering this, Zhang Shiping suddenly thought of the body that was still in Yinshan Sanyin, the mountain god 'Taiyi'.

Taiyi, who embodies power, is much stronger than these humane gods who were born in the minds of the clans and have not yet completed their own will. If Taiyi's will can be channeled here, it will undoubtedly play a pivotal role in this war.

These days, while the war has not really started, Zhang Shiping has been slowly trying to induce Taiyi's will, and he has the boring look in Qingluo's eyes at will.

"Something interesting?"

Qingluo thought that Zhang Shiping was talking about the snow scene in front of her, and asked in surprise. The Eastern clans of this era have not yet learned to farm, so naturally there will be no proverb of 'Ruixue Zhaofeng Year'. In fact, even the Shiratori clan, who lived in Gu'er Mountain at the time, couldn't bear this kind of bad blizzard weather, let alone other people.

"Is it because Middle-earth has never seen such snow? Zhang Shiping sacrificed to witches. ”

The White Bird Clan's Tubu Priest asked hehehe.

The corners of Zhang Shiping's mouth smiled slightly, his body suddenly straightened, and six bright yellow halos shrouded his body from top to bottom, and a thick and condensed aura centered on Zhang Shiping, enveloping Gu'er Mountain.

The clans and warriors on Gu'er Mountain, each of them is the essence of the tribe. Under Zhang Shiping's hope, the most basic of their qi is also the pure white color that represents the physical and mental soundness, such as the powerful warriors or witches, who already have wisps of red qi entangled, which is a symbol of the beginning of supernatural power. And the witch worshippers like Gao Shen, Qingluo, and Huadu, the breath is like a red flame, and it is raging.

At this time, the war is coming, and everyone is in one place, and there is already a prototype of the military spirit of killing ghosts and gods in later generations.

If there is no sustenance, it will only be like raising a fire in the wilderness, wasting it in vain, and finally turning into a cloud of ashes.

At this moment, the gods of the clans are the sustenance of the rudiments of this regiment's military spirit. On the one hand, it restrains the rudiments of military spirit like a stove, and on the other hand, it also uses it to supplement itself.

But their efficiency is too low, not to mention that they can't do it even if they swallow it.

The gods of the White Bird Clan have a monopoly of four points because of the nature of the landlord and their own divine power that match the military spirit, while the gods of the Blue Bird Clan and the Zhu Li Clan can only barely restrain one point each; as for the Moon God of the Hua Xu Clan, because the attributes of the war are too poor, they will only have half a point.

The four gods barely restrained six and a half minutes, and the remaining three and a half could only dissipate out of thin air.

After Zhang Shiping took Taiyi's will over, he immediately wrapped the remaining three and a half points of military energy, if he didn't want to eat too ugly, he could directly grab the share of others and occupy the majority.

However, for Taiyi, Gu'er Mountain and Yin Shan are too far apart, even if no amount of power can be brought back to the body, it will be useless. He is now descending his will on Gu'er Mountain, more to let the god 'Taiyi' be known and awe-inspired by many people.

But even so, the movement of Taiyi's arrival was enough to alarm everyone present.

The six yellow halos on Zhang Shiping's body were essentially the Returning Technique that Taiyi had performed with the help of the qi of the people on the mountain. But now it may not be called the Returning Technique, but the Returning Spiritual Light.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have the god of Dow 'Taiyi' descending here to give divine power for the coming war. But now an altar is needed to carry Taiyi's power. ”

God's grace is like the sea, and God's power is like hell. Zhang Shiping, who is a little distracted by Taiyi, now carries Taiyi's will, and suddenly seems to be like a god descending into the world. Even though the people present were all human beings who stood at the top of this world, they had to bend their waists in the face of the majesty of the gods.

Only Huadu, with the full support of the Fuso wooden spear on his body, barely stood up straight, but he also had to bow his head to show respect.

At this time, when everyone heard that Taiyi needed the power of the altar, they suddenly became excited. At this time, the gods of the clans, although they are a little strange, are still yin spirits in nature. Able to shelter one side, but without much ability to interfere with reality.

In hundreds of years of fighting, the clans have become accustomed to using their own strength to resist and fight. Now I suddenly hear that there is a god giving power, how not to be excited.

"Let's go, let's go!"

A few witches didn't wait for others to help, and started to do it themselves. A three-story earth-tired altar appeared in front of Zhang Shiping's eyes in just over an hour.

Because of the six bright yellow halos on Zhang Shiping's body, he was like a big light bulb at this time, and he quickly attracted the attention of others in the mountains.

There is little entertainment in the mountains, and at this time, there is a snowstorm, and you can't even fight and compete. I heard that there is a god of Tao who will give everyone strength, and word of mouth passed on it one by one, and within half an hour, all the people on Gu'er Mountain came.

At this time, Zhang Shiping's situation is very wonderful, he now has two perspectives, one is the perspective of human beings, a crowd of black oppression, and the other is the perspective of Taiyi's gods, one is either curious, or expectant, or awe-inspiring thoughts.

Gao Shen, Tubu, Huadu, Qingluo, Zixi, and several sacrificial witches stood on both sides of the altar and respectfully invited Zhang Shiping to come to the stage.

Gently stepping onto the first altar, an invisible ripple spread from the altar to Gu'er Mountain.

"Tread. ”

"Tread. ”

Second, third.

The invisible ripples gradually merged with the pulsations of Gu'er's mountain pulses, and a stream of earth qi followed the fluctuations, pouring into the altar from the earth veins, providing an energy source for the divine magic that was about to fall.

Standing high on the altar, Zhang Shiping put his hands together, and the six bright yellow halos spread rapidly, slowly sinking, and finally slowly merged into the altar.