The Barbarian Witch is the oldest witch cultivator, inherited from the ancestors before the Three Emperors, and the Southern Outer Sea Barbarian Witch Tribe is the largest branch of the Barbarian Witch inheritance.

It is divided into 18 parts: metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, yin, yang, ice, poison, evil, beast, matter, transformation, qi, obscurity, and death.

Among them, the eight parts of poison, evil, beast, matter, transformation, qi, obscurity, and death gradually converged, and became the inheritance of the three veins of Qinghu, Beast Tower, and Spirit Bead, and it was inseparable from each other and gradually faded out of the core of power.

However, the ten tribes of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, yin, yang, and ice are still vying for power and profit, competing with each other for the leadership of the tribe that has changed once in a thousand years.

The young master of the Barbarian Witch Water Department was injured by the young master of the Fire Department, Wei, and broke the jade bones, and his cultivation was almost completely destroyed, lingering on the sickbed.

Only the body of the divine water can be saved.

It's just that this method of salvation is to reshape the lifeblood of the body with the essence of the divine water body.

This is undoubtedly to use the life of the Divine Water Body to save the life of this young master of the Barbarian Witch Water Department.

Zhang Baijian entered the barbarian witch water department, which is equivalent to a sheep entering the tiger's mouth.

It's just that the preparation for extracting the essence of the divine water has not yet been completed, and Zhang Baijian will not be in danger, perhaps for the sake of Zhang Baijian's short life, the Barbarian Witch Water Department will also open the treasure house and library in the tribe to Zhang Baijian.

Let him use it, and he doesn't care.

The Barbarian Witch Water Department has accumulated countless years of knowledge and nutrients, which were quickly absorbed by Zhang Baijian. The powerful spirit makes Zhang Baijian have strong energy, and he can quickly remember every text he has read.

At the same time, Zhang Baijian also wantonly collected all kinds of spiritual materials from the Barbarian Witch Water Department, either to practice making magic weapons, or to supplement the nutrients that became the evolving Hundred Battle Sword. In short, it can't be cheap, the barbarian witch water department.

Regarding the plan of the Barbarian Witch Water Department, Zhang Baijian had already seen it clearly with the Haotian Mirror.

It's just to use each other, and today I checked the classics of the Barbarian Witch Water Department, and I was interested in how to solve the two bodies and two souls on my body. Zhang Baijian already has a preliminary idea, but it still needs time to make more detailed deductions and conduct a certain amount of experiments.

So Zhang Baijian needed something to distract the Manwu Water Department and buy him time.

Lingzhu Peak, on top of a cliff in the northernmost part. There is a small pavilion embedded in the stone wall. The pavilion is built on a 10,000-year-old ancient pine, and standing on the edge of the railing of the pavilion, you can see the sea of clouds rolling under your feet.

In the pavilion, there stood a blue-haired young man wearing a lilac robe and a high crown of glass.

On the young man's handsome face, the most eye-catching thing is his pair of eyes that shimmer with blue light, and mysterious fine lines are densely covered in his pupils. It can be seen. He must have cultivated some kind of extremely magical pupil technique.

And the blue-haired young man's soft hand, which is comparable to a virgin, is holding a long flute of blue and blue color. No one blows the flute, but when the wind from the mountain stream blows through the pores of the flute. It automatically plays melodious, dusty music.

The clear and graceful sound of the flute came from the tops of the ancient trees above the fairyland-like sea of clouds, with a quiet beauty out of the dust.

Syllable!

A crisp sound interrupted everything that was harmonious and beautiful. The magical flute shattered at the tips of the blue-haired youth's slender and tender fingers, shattering into pieces. It clanged to the ground, playing its last remaining sound.

Syllable!

The blue-haired young man waved a palm casually. This very interesting little pavilion suddenly exploded, and even the 10,000-year-old tree under the pavilion was broken, leaving a bare tree pole stuck crookedly on the cliff, which looked extremely ugly.

"Zhang Taijing!" the blue-haired young man said softly.

Senior Brother Zhang's body, which was no longer fat, quickly appeared beside this blue-haired young man.

"Young Master Wei?" Senior Brother Zhang bowed respectfully and fell to the ground.

"Within three days. Restore everything here to its original state, or you will always stay here with the ancient trees of the green mountains!

said this lightly, the blue-haired young man rose against the wind. In the blink of an eye, it was gone.

Senior Brother Zhang knelt on the ground, trembling constantly, knowing that the blue-haired young man had left for a long time. Only then did he stand up trembling and frightened, wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, and let out a long breath.

Looking at the bare 10,000-year-old ancient pine on the cliff, Senior Brother Zhang's face suddenly turned the color of pig liver.

Not to mention how difficult it is to restore this place to its original state. This place is still full of the palm power left by the blue-haired and purple-clothed young master just now, even if he restores everything. The remnants of the palm power will also destroy everything that has been restored again.

How to solve the matter of restoring the gazebo ancient pine is a problem for Senior Brother Zhang.

Yan Wei was thinking about something else at this time.

Although he is the young master of the barbarian witch tribe. But the change of a thousand years is imminent, and he, the young master, has gradually become nominal, and the eighteen barbarian witches and even the people in the three mountains have also begun to disobey the yang and the yin.

Originally, he wanted to take advantage of Venerable Qinghu's absence and take the opportunity to master Qinghu Peak, but he didn't want to be unsuccessful. Now Huo Qingxin of Qinghufeng has a sense of vigilance, and has done a few major things recently, which has attracted comprehensive attention. Every force wanted to win him over, but it made Yan Wei difficult to speak.

At this time, Yan Wei seemed to be the crown prince of a dynasty, although he was listed as the heir of the barbarian witch tribe, he was surrounded by wolves and was in the target of everyone.

For the time being, Huo Qingxin can't be enveloped, and the problem is not big. Qinghu Peak is still the Venerable Qinghu who is really in charge. And Venerable Qinghu plays the world and has no intention of fighting for power and profit. There was no threat to him.

And his restless young masters of various tribes made him very vigilant.

On the first day of the young generation of the wind department, he died in Qinghu Peak not two days after he was accepted as a subordinate. This made his tribal rulers find a way to say that they were not spreading rumors about him. At this time, although the barbarian witch tribe was still very calm, there were already many voices, secretly saying that he was stubborn and jealous.

The wine has passed three rounds, and the three jugs of wine have been empty for two. Qinghu Peak is one of the few places where Zhang Baijian can come and go freely, it can be seen that this Qinghu Peak has actually been secretly controlled by the Barbarian Witch Water Department, but unfortunately Yan Wei still doesn't know it, and is still making up his mind.

The wine was drunk just right, the atmosphere was lively, and some things were easy to say.

But before Zhang Baijian's words could be spoken, a sword had already shattered the wine glass in his hand and came straight towards his throat. This sword is full and restrained, and no one knows how powerful it is except for the people who use it.

At the same time, a sword also stabbed at Mo Chengfeng. This person is Huo Qingxin's junior brother, but he learned swordsmanship and the Nine Transformations of the Ape Emperor, not the Qinghu Technique of Qinghu Peak. Huo Qingxin was taken care of, and he was surrounded by three black-clothed swordsmen.

"Death Wuji Sword!, is it a person from Beast Tower Peak?" Mo Chengfeng shouted, pressed the table next to him, and the whole person rolled in the air, dodging the deadly sword. And Zhang Baijian directly chose to hold the long sword that stabbed at his throat with his hand.

Now Zhang Baijian knew how strong the power contained in this sword was.

His hand, which was enough to lift a mountain, was directly cut with blood under the sharp and destructive blade.

flew up with a kick, took the huge and incomparably large true yuan, and kicked it according to the heart of the black-clothed swordsman.

Bang!

Zhang Baijian's kick directly dented the chest of the black-clothed swordsman, and the huge force directly crushed it, but the black-clothed swordsman around the early stage of the spirit couldn't bear it at all.

On the other side, Mo Chengfeng relied on the Nine Transformations of the Ape Emperor who was close to Dacheng, and it was difficult to fight with a black-clothed swordsman. Although he is not as good as the black-clothed swordsman in the realm of cultivation, he is stronger than the black-clothed swordsman in the cultivation of witchcraft.

Although these black-clothed swordsmen are cultivating the Death Mowgli Sword, they are more biased than the orthodox Death Mowgli Sword. Their real killer moves are often only at the moment of the shot, and if they can't escape, they can only drink hatred on the spot.

And Huo Qingxin fought three people alone, but he still swayed freely. The gourd technique was so varied in his hands that the three black-clothed swordsmen couldn't guard against it. No matter how good the combined attack skills of these three people were, they couldn't hurt Huo Qing's heart at all.

Bite!

The silver brilliance flickered, and a snow-white sword light rushed towards Huo Qingxin from outside the window. This sword light is also sharp and condensed to the extreme, different from the previous black-clothed swordsmen, this sword is more powerful and more lethal. It's as if someone has poured all their essence and spirit into this sword, and once the sword comes out, he has given up this sword, and there is nothing else in his life.

Boom!

The furious True Yuan swept out of Huo Qingxin's body like a tornado, and even the huge pressure squeezed the surrounding air into a creak, and the entire wooden building exploded under such a huge pressure.

The momentum was terrifying.

The three black-clothed swordsmen had already been blown out by Huo Qingxin's sudden burst.

At this time, in Huo Qingxin's eyes, there was only the oncoming snow-white sword light, which was different from the three black-clothed swordsmen. In the silver and snow-white sword light, there was a power that was really enough to kill him.

"The entire barbarian witch tribe, the master who can practice the Death Evil Sword to such a realm, there are no more than ten people, who are you?" Huo Qingxin shouted, and a huge cyan gourd appeared in front of him, firmly resisting the invasion of the sword light.

The silver snow-white sword light suddenly paused, and suddenly converged. (To be continued......)