Although the rules are very fragrant, the tree of life is more important in comparison. Having a tree of life at home is billions of times stronger than a tree of fortune, and all members of the tribe, including Yang Muyun, will benefit from it.
For centaurs wandering around, although the tree of life is good, there is no place to be placed. Even if they get it, they will be cut off and chopped into wood. It is not as realistic as the rules.
The two sides were quite friendly, and the Tauren and the Elephant Headman lived well under the barbarians and were very comfortable. The Centaur also thought the barbarians were reliable, so they each took what they needed and hit it off.
At this time, the Lightning Falcon and the Poisonous Fire Snake God separated again.
Although the two of them don't like each other, those who can live for thousands of years will calculate their gains and losses, so that they will not fight against each other in front of the fisherman.
The poisonous fire snake god shook his tail and looked at Yang Muyun's relatives in the distance with gloomy eyes.
"Barbarian, I just need to breathe a sigh of relief and your family will die. I advise you not to be enemies with me, otherwise you will lose all your family members if you don't get anything!"
As a god, he usually does not attack the relatives of other gods. Even if he wants to fight, he will send his own relatives. If the gods personally end up, it means that no one is available, and even if he wins, he will lose face.
But the Poison Fire Snake God obviously doesn't plan to be shameless.
Yang Muyun's face turned cold, and the flying sword beside him rotated rapidly like a drill bit, and pulled out a circle of sword shadows during the rotation.
The flying sword transforms into ten, ten into hundreds, hanging high above the top, like stars.
Being pointed at so many flying swords, the poisonous fire snake god suddenly felt a chill on his spine.
My biggest reliance is to erupt poisonous fire when attacked, and all my melee methods are restrained by me. Correspondingly, long-range means greatly restrain me.
I don’t know what kind of treasure the barbarian’s sword is, but it can actually attack from a distance, just like Tiangui himself.
Yang Muyun looked at the Poison Fire Snake God with disdain, "You may not be able to attack my relatives, but I will definitely be able to cut off your head. If you don't believe it, we can try it."
The Lightning Falcon immediately cheered up: "Don't be afraid, his swords are all illusions, only one is real."
Of course, the Poison Fire Snake God knew that only one of the hundred swords was true, but even if it was one percent, the Poison Fire Snake God still dared not fight head-on. There is no reason to use his own life to give others a way, right?
So, the poisonous fire snake god retreated for a distance to avoid the edge. Seeing this, the Lightning Falcon immediately ridiculed the "cowardly melon".
The Poison Fire Snake God was not angry, but said gloomy: "You should worry about yourself, someone called you to your head."
The Lightning Falcon immediately looked at the Centaur, "I like his head very much, and the sound of my feet crushing his skull must be very good."
At this time, there were a few more beast groups around, but there were no strong leaders. No one in the level of gods dared to emerge. Even those who steal faith and become gods chose to be humble in the face of the power of rules.
But there were also several groups of beasts secretly making small moves, as if they were shaking people.
Yang Muyun glanced at the tree of life again and was still walking slowly. After a while, he had only walked a mile, and there were still twenty or thirty miles next.
You must fight quickly and get rid of an opponent before you can talk about it.
They exchanged a look with the Centaur, and the two of them started to work tacitly.
The Lightning Falcon instantly realized that it was not good, and the wings were swaying and it would be necessary to distance it. However, the centaur sounded the horn, and the free unruly wind rolled like a tide, rippling, centered on the centaur leader, within a radius of thousands of steps.
Everything sways, sways and slowly floats under the unruly wind.
Affected by the unruly wind, the tree people traveled a little faster.
However, on the other side, the lightning falcon shook and fell head-on.
Because the wind around is released from nature and is not subject to any constraints or bonds, the Lightning Falcon loses control of the wind, and its wings flap cannot borrow any buoyancy, let alone the speed of lightning and sound flying.
Seeing the lightning falcon falling down from the backwards, the poisonous fire snake god immediately woke up and realized that it was unsafe in the sky and took the initiative to fall to the ground.
The Lightning Falcon activates the rules to create wind, but at this time Yang Muyun has arrived.
Yang Muyun did not rely on the wind when flying with his sword, but on his own spiritual thoughts. The unruly wind not only did not hinder Yang Muyun, but instead reduced the resistance Yang Muyun suffered from flying, and his speed surged invisibly.
Feeling the fatal crisis, the Lightning Falcon immediately waved the Golden Feather Spear to fight back.
However, the moment the spear stabbed out, it stirred up a wave like water marks. The Lightning Falcon thought to himself that it was not good, so he immediately used the means of saving his life, and his feathers stood up one by one, and then he rushed towards the six directions of up, down, left, left, front and back like a ball.
Thousands of feathers are densely packed like sharp swords. No matter where they attack, they will be inserted into hedgehogs and penetrated into sieves.
"Whether illusion or other means, you can destroy them all under my God-Destroying Feather tempered by the power of wind and thunder! Hahahaha!"
The Lightning Falcon is like an irritating thunder ball, shooting out thousands of lights from all directions. For a moment, the sound of wind and thunder is loud, and the areas produced by the unruly wind are impacted and a huge gap is opened.
A stone swept up by the unruly wind rubbed against the Demonic Feather, like Yang cotton wool licked by flames, shattered and eroded at a speed that exceeded the visual limit, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
The Poison Fire Snake God couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this scene. He thought that if he encountered this move, the scales on his arms would at most protect one face and could not protect other parts of his body.
So, the Poison Fire Snake God sighed: "The Lightning Falcon is worthy of being a long-standing god. Even if he is in a desperate situation, he still has the power to kill. After taking this move, the barbarians will be disabled even if they are not dead. The Lightning Falcon is gone.
The method of rushing to the bottom of the box will definitely run away in shame, so my only opponent is the Centaur."
But the next moment, the lightning falcon suddenly stiffened, and a bloodline quietly emerged on its neck, and then exploded violently.
"No... impossible...how did you do it..."
Yang Muyun whispered: "What you see is fake, what I see is real. When I see you, I knew that something is wrong with your hair."
"Impossible...how did you cross my attack..."
Yang Muyun smiled, spread his palms, and a stack of golden feathers were neatly placed in his palms.
"Your feathers are of great value, I like them very much."
After saying that, Yang Muyun reached out to catch the body of the Lightning Falcon, and his fingers were clenched into its spine like an iron hook. The rules of light and shadow were shrouded, and the falcon's body disappeared, leaving only the eagle's head falling rapidly and was caught by the centaur.
Yang Muyun took the opportunity to snatch the Falcon's blood all over his body, cut another piece of meat down, and then whispered: Sacrifice!
This was the first time Yang Muyun sacrificed a god with rules, but the situation was urgent. Yang Muyun didn't bother to check the spoils, but slowly landed in his arms.
The centaur held the huge eagle head in both hands.
At this time, the Lightning Falcon was not dead yet, and his eyes were still emitting a resentful light. He kept roaring in his mouth and trying to gather strength to attack the centaur leader. However, the unruly wind spread all around, and the wind was lively and active, and it was not controlled at all.
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The centaur leader covered his palm on the forehead of the Lightning Falcon, and then exerted his fingers into his skull.
"The sound of your skull shattering is really nice, um... your bones are hollow, and there are echoes... Listen, how crisp..."
But the next moment, the centaur leader squeezed the bird's head with his palm.
The light flashed, and a ball of light mixed with wind and thunder was taken out from the bird's head.
Without any hesitation, the Centaur leader directly pressed the ball of light on his chest. Then, the strong wind stormed, and the Centaur leader's breath became heavier and more elegant.
At the same time, the green mane behind the centaur leader's head also grew by a junction at a speed visible to the naked eye. The ponytail slowly floated, and there were even slight waves.
As for the remaining small ball of lightning, the Centaur leader was not greedy and threw it directly to Yang Muyun.
"The unrestrained and free style is useless to us. You should deal with it."
Yang Muyun incorporated it into the space of faith without saying a word, and the lightning wrapped around the golden Buddha wheel instantly became thicker.
The two men with great strength turned to the Poison Fire Snake God at the same time.
Yang Muyun's fingers brushed across the sword's spine, and a silver snake condensed from lightning lingered around the sword body, and finally sank into the tip of the sword.
"I heard that someone wants to be unfavorable to my family?"
The Poison Fire Snake God laughed fearlessly, "Barbarian, do you really think you are qualified to ignore the heroes of the North? Everyone, I will leave if I don't show up!"