"This is...the spiritual realm! Not only the Wu Luo people, but the Wu Yuan people here are actually offering sacrifices to the ancestor spirit!"

A moment later, a group of people came out of the tribe.

The people in the caravan exclaimed: "This is the elder of the yellow cow. I didn't expect that their elders would come forward to greet us this time!"

Although the yellow cow's hair tribe is small and poor, the elders among the Wuyuan people are their wizards. They are quite mysterious and have a high status.

Even the Wuyuan people rarely see them in their own tribe. This time they actually came out to greet them, which still surprised the caravans.

However, the yellow cow-haired elder actually came directly to Qingyun: "Welcome, guests from the Immortal Sect, our ancestor spirit has told you about your arrival. Please come with me!"

But just now, Qingyun sensed the ancestor spirit of this tribe, and the ancestor spirit also sensed the existence of Qingyun.

However, after the yellow cow-haired elder misunderstood that Feng Qingyun became a member of the Immortal Sect, he not only failed to hostilely, but even welcomed Feng Qingyun so kindly, which was a bit strange!

Could it be that they had dealt with people from the Immortal Sect before?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was possible.

But he didn't think deeply, and his eyes were just sweeping over the elder of the yellow cow tribe.

The yellow cow-haired elder wore a curved horn on his head, which seemed to be some kind of decoration.

However, Qingyun was already feeling a little excited, it seemed to be a spiritual treasure!

Almost almost wanted to hurt people suddenly and then kill people and seize treasures.

But Qingyun finally held back.

Lingbao can take action in the future, and there is no rush now.

According to legend, the purer the bloodline of the witch man, the taller he is.

These scalpers are only less than two meters tall, and they look 1.78 meters tall. Although their average height is not low, they are obviously not pure in blood.

However, this time, Qingyun went out of the frontier to see the real pure blood witch clan!

If you have the opportunity, it’s more like to check it out and see what the relationship is between the witch clan in Qinghua world and the magic disasters in the modern world!

Suppressing the greed in his heart, Qingyun smiled and said, "Thank you for your welcome, the elder!"

As he said this, he had been invited into this simple tribe.

As soon as I walked into their village, the most eye-catching thing was an altar standing on an open space, with a pillar carved with many mysterious patterns on the altar.

A familiar and mysterious power emanated from all around the Wuyuan people's city, which was the so-called power of the ancestor spirit.

What made Yu Qingyun's heart even more shocked was that the altar and pillar looked exactly the same as Sanyanhui!

"This is the place where our great ancestors rest, and it is equivalent to your temple!"

Elder Huangniu Haired smiled at Feng Qingyun, and was quite polite.

He said with a little pride: "We have built an altar and erected a totem pole, and we will be able to get rid of the scalpers soon!"

Other smaller yellow cow-haired tribes do not have the ability to establish altars and worship ancestors.

Because the witch's ancestors need to eat blood and consume a lot of money, ordinary small tribes cannot eat enough, and they have no extra supplies to worship the ancestors!

After this large yellow cow hair tribe built an altar to worship the ancestors, it can almost be said that it is qualified to escape from the cow hair!

When the elder of the Yellow Ox Hair Tribe spoke, a slave was dragged to the vicinity of the altar. Before anyone could react, his head was cut off with a knife.

Blood from the cavity spewed out and fell on the altar.

All the blood rolled like mercury beads, flowing from bottom to top to the totem pole, swallowed by the totem pole, without any trace.

The corners of the eyes of Qingyun were leaping slightly. You could see that the slave was short, only 1.56 meters tall, and he was a woman compared to Wu Yuanren.

And it should be a citizen of the Song Dynasty!

Along the way, I heard from the caravan shopkeeper that some caravans would do the slave trade.

He used the poor who went bankrupt in the Song Dynasty to sell themselves, or directly plundered some beggars, or even passers-by to serve as slaves to these witch tribes sold outside the Great Wall.

However, Wei Qingyun did not expect that these slaves would be regarded as sacrifices for the blood sacrifice!

The people in the caravan were somewhat shocked. The people in the scalpers looked ordinary, and they thought this was common.

Qingyun nodded slightly, his expression remained unchanged, and calmly followed Elder Huangniu Mao into the building he lived in.

Of course, the rest of the caravan did not have such treatment, but were taken to another place to rest.

Caravan supplies are very important to the witches, so the witches will naturally not be too slow to the people in the caravan.

However, when Qingyun and Elder Huangniu Mao entered their tribe, the Elder Huangniu Mao couldn't wait to say: "Cultivators from the Immortal Sect, are you the only one here this time? The situation underground is getting worse and worse, and you are afraid that you can't bear it alone!"

What's the meaning?

How can Wei Qingyun understand such a dead end?

It seems that this scalper really misunderstood and regarded Feng Qingyun as someone else!

And it seems that the Immortal Sect really has something to do with these Wu Yuan people and colludes.

"I promised it last time, as long as you help our tribe solve the devils below the ground.

Then our tribe will take refuge in the Three Jue Mountains and let our ancestors agree to become the guardian of your Three Jue Mountains!

Why are you the only one sending you here in Sanjueshan?”

The amount of information contained in this sentence is too great, so I have to carefully sort it out.

First of all, Sanjue Mountain is one of the seven immortal sects, but the Buddhist holy land of Sanjue Mountain is full of monks.

Why did this yellow cow-haired elder recognize the Taoist as a monk? Do you point to the Taoist priest as a bald donkey? This is!

Sanjueshan actually wants to conquer the scalper.

The Yellow Ox Hair Tribe is already a considerable tribe among the Wuyuan people.

It seems that Sanjue Mountain has been operating among Wuyuan people for a long time!

Haha, does this mean that the seven immortal sects have their own power outside the Song Dynasty?

If the eggs are not placed in the same basket, I will not be afraid of turning against the Song Dynasty court one day?

Finally, what exactly is the underground devil this yellow cow-haired elder talking about? Is it an underground lizard demon?

Many thoughts flashed through Qingyun's mind, but Qingyun's expression remained unchanged. He said calmly: "Elder, don't be impatient, take me to see the situation first.

To be honest, here are some special magical methods that may help your subordinates!"

The yellow cow-haired elder was obviously too impatient. At this moment, he heard that Qingyun said this, and he agreed without further ado.

Then the yellow cow-haired elder took off the horns on the top of his head and stroked the stone slab on the ground. Suddenly, a row of sparks flashed and lit the fire pit.

However, as the bright fire pit rose, all the light around seemed to be completely sucked away, and everything turned into darkness and nothingness.
Chapter completed!