The next day, in the low mountains not far from Yucun, a thick blood light rushed up to the sky, crystal clear, and scattered the clouds in the sky.

When the blood-colored pillar of light dissipated, she was revealed sitting on a big tree, and at this moment, she was surrounded by a spiritual pattern, and she jumped off the tree briskly, and quickly walked away before people arrived.

Shui Yanyan doesn't like to be lively, maybe it's the withdrawn personality caused by the lack of playmates in her childhood, she has waist-length hair, very fair skin, and her face is a perennial melancholy that can't be dissolved, and the whole person looks soft and quiet, which is different from the fierce style in the village.

She had been to the city and never wore animal skins since. She doesn't like to be in her room, and she spends less time in the village, and she has always been home in various large trees, and she can choose to stay in one tree all day.

Now, she has broken through, a sixteen-year-old Spirit Pattern Realm monk, after ten years of polishing in the first realm, she has to sacrifice the spirit to pass on the Dharma and break through, this speed is definitely very slow in the human race.

At this moment, someone is coming, but there is no figure, and the person is long gone.

Shuierhu was the first to arrive, rolling his eyes and patting his head with one hand, until now he still felt his head buzzing, and his whole body was sore, as if he had been flattened by someone.

He doesn't remember anything about yesterday at all, he only remembers that he was going hunting, he sacrificed to the willow god, he doesn't remember what he said, and he woke up and it was today.

Shui Erhu was very suspicious that he was beaten yesterday, but unfortunately there was no evidence, and no one told him when he asked the hunting team.

A lake of water also came, and the two big earlobes were shaking, like a Buddha.

As the elite hunting team in the village, seven or eight people also came, looking around suspiciously.

"I thought it was some kind of treasure appeared, but it turned out that there was no hair, by the way, Erhu, is your head uncomfortable?

"I think I may have been beaten, but there is no evidence, this head is buzzing all day......"

Several members of the hunting team looked at Shui Erhu with unkind eyes, but did not speak after all.

"By the way, Erhu, you didn't go hunting yesterday, and the meat in the village is not for a few days, so you have to arrange it quickly." ”

At this time, a large shadow fell, and people looked up, and it was three Dapeng birds wandering in the sky, all of them were very large, and they were all the size of this small village.

"I'll go, the three doglegs of the overlord Golden-winged Dapeng, how can these guys appear here?"

The head of the second lake is big, and he hurriedly called the hunting team and ran back to the village, this matter is not small, and he has to inform the old patriarch quickly.

In fact, there is no need for him to inform him, the old patriarch already knows, and he is looking at the sky with solemn eyes at the moment.

The three cyan roc arrived, and one by one the blood qi cut through the sky, hovering above the rain village, attracting gusts of wind and thunder.

These are the subordinates of the overlord Golden-winged Dapeng, and they are also his clan relatives Qingpeng Birds, all of them have the strength of the Spirit Pattern Realm, and they already have the qualifications to be a village sacrifice spirit.

Li Fan looked at the sky and gradually felt the seriousness of the matter, only one night had passed, and the overlord brought three powerful subordinates to find him, it seemed that the Nine Tribulations Sutra was more attractive to these overlords than he imagined.

In the distance, a large area of divine fire suddenly descended, burning a mountain range, and seeing the golden light shining for nine days, bursts of roar began to come.

Far away, there is a battle, and this scale can only be the result of the battle between the two overlords.

Li Fan felt bad, if the war spread, this small village would be absolutely finished.

At this moment, in the courtyard of the old patriarch, the management of the entire rain village is there, and the old clan glanced at the sky anxiously, and then looked at the head of the village where the sacrifice spirit is located.

"Is this great wilderness really going to be chaotic?" the old patriarch spoke, his eyes worried.

Guys of the level in the sky would not normally attack someone like them who was not a threat, unless you were looking for death to provoke him.

But today, the three cyan roc roc are hovering in the sky, and it seems that they will not leave for a while and a half.

Putting aside the battle in the distance, those three guys alone were like three heavy stones pressing on the hearts of several people.

"Let's get ready to move, the new village is almost hard to build......," said a man in his thirties, one of the village stewards, Shuisi Lake, who was in charge of finding suitable land for survival, with dexterous hands and slender fingers that were more beautiful than a woman.

The Great Wilderness is like this, the village may be wiped out at any time, and a new living environment needs to be established in advance, and the four lakes of Shuisihu, when the priest died ten years ago, began to find and build a new home.

The old patriarch was silent, and he had always rejected the topic of moving.

At the beginning, he brought some old brothers to move here, and now he is the only one left in that group of people, those people are buried in the back of the village, they have lived here for most of their lives, and they have feelings for every grass and tree here, how can it be so easy to accept moving.

After a long time, someone finally spoke: "I agree with the opinion of the four lakes, now the surrounding area is becoming more and more dangerous, hunting is much more difficult than before, last time two people died, today there are overlord's cronies to wander here, maybe they have taken a fancy to here, we should also leave." Shui Erhu spoke, still patting his head.

When the old patriarch heard him speak, he got angry, blew his beard and glared and scolded: "You still mean to say that you don't care about being disrespectful to Lord Sacrifice Spirit, and you still have a secret collection of talisman paper left by Lord Sacrifice Spirit, how can you be willing to take it out that time to die?"

At this moment, the old patriarch is still old, the blood is steaming all over his body, and he can almost hear the sound of blood flowing, and now he seems to be back to when he was young, he is going to lift up the water and the second lake.

Shui Erhu gasped, how could this matter be exposed? Could it be that this old man beat himself to the point of amnesia yesterday?

Shuierhu was ready to be beaten, but it was interrupted by the sound of explosions at the entrance of the village.

The old patriarch saw that it was the direction where the sacrifice spirit was, and he didn't care about the two lakes, so he hurriedly took the people and hurried there.

At the entrance of the village, a bunch of people have gathered at this moment, and they are clearly divided into two groups, one group is from Feng Village, and the other group is from Yu Village.

I saw that in the open space at this moment, a big man in animal skin was lying on the ground with a broken body, and a bearded man clapped his hands calmly, revealing an obscene smile.

This is Shuisanhu, with a big bald head, the body of two ordinary people combined, since he was a child, he has a brute force, although he is not a monk, but he can wield a thousand pounds of big axe.

"Who else?" Shui Sanhu inspected the people of Wind Village, his eyes were defiant.

Fengcun is a big village, there are nearly 1,000 households, and now there are only more than 10 people here, and the old patriarch can feel that these more than 10 people are all monks, the first realm, and they are all surging with blood.

"Why are there so many monks in Wind Village? Where do they come from?" the old patriarch exclaimed, he was a monk, he had gone out to wander when he was young, and he had been in the first realm for decades, and he didn't know how to teach others to practice, so he didn't understand it himself.

In addition to him and Shui Yanyan in Yucun, there is another person who is also a monk, Shui Wuhu, a young man in his twenties, only a few years older than Shui Yanyan, relying on his own groping, he stepped into the Spirit Pattern Realm, and the bone covered with runes that Shui Erhu picked up was he in charge of research. Now that the water five lakes are also here, they look at the group of people in Wind Village with solemn eyes.

"Something is wrong, the blood qi in their bodies is very weak, this seems to have been forcibly pulled to this realm, the three lakes can easily defeat one, if it is replaced by a normal blood refining realm cultivator, they can fight five or six. ”

The professional speech of the water five lakes made the old patriarch frown, of course he did not doubt the professionalism of the five lakes.

At this moment, another strong man entered the field, and the people in Wind Village were cheering him on.

The old patriarch picked up a person and asked, "What's the matter? Why did you fight with the people of Feng Village? Isn't it chaotic enough?"

"Patriarch, these people are too arrogant, they are only half of the scorched wood, and they have already died, and Sanhu can't look past them, so they fought with them. ”