Yun Qiyou said: "In the past few days, I have understood that the Feiyu tribe and the elves have an eternal feud. However, the elves' magic arrows are too powerful. The Feiyu tribe has no way to defeat the elves. I didn't expect that.
This time the Feiyu Clan has joined forces with the Western Demon Cult, and the Elf Clan may not be able to resist it." Ye Xiaochuan said angrily: "You can't blame the birdmen of the Feiyu Clan, this big tree used to be Feiyu.
The habitat of the Feiyu tribe was snatched by the Elf tribe from the Feiyu tribe by virtue of their large numbers. The altar above was obviously made by the Feiyu tribe. The statue of the ancestor of the Feiyu tribe in front of the door is
The statue of the six-armed demon god in northern Xinjiang has not collapsed in these years, and there is always a price to pay for occupying the magpie's nest."
Ye Xiaochuan knew this very well. He had encountered the Feiyu tribe more than once or twice in the black forest. Last time, Zhishu was captured by a group of birdmen from the Feiyu tribe.
He redeemed them with salt, linen cloth, and he felt that these Feiyu people were kind-hearted people.
Why don’t the Feiyu tribe go to trouble the Tigers, Werewolves, and Stonemen? Why do they choose to trouble the Elf tribe? It’s not that the Elf tribe occupied their home tens of thousands of years ago. Whether it’s a foreign race or a human race, their ancestors buried
There must be no loss in the Bone Land. The Feiyu Clan can abandon this ancient sacred tree and live in other places, but they will never abandon the ancient altar above. It was built by the ancestors of the Feiyu Clan.
The importance of communicating with spirits
place.
While Yun Qiyou and Ye Xiaochuan were talking, the bee swarm had appeared to the east of the ancient sacred tree, and as expected, the faint sound of the flute was heard controlling the bee swarm.
At least hundreds of thousands of poisonous bees, under the control of the flute, turned into a dozen black pythons and pounced towards the elves surrounding the altar.
At this time, Patriarch Zishu shouted a few times, and countless elves no longer took out arrows from the quiver behind them, but directly pulled out the bowstring. A surprising scene appeared, and a colorful light arrow was quickly seen.
Condensed and formed, this kind of arrow seems to be condensed by witchcraft and magic. Although it takes a while to condense the arrow, the shooting speed is not as fast as drawing the feather arrow directly from the quiver, but the power of this kind of magic arrow is more powerful than the feather arrow.
Powerful. There were too many poisonous bees, and ordinary feather arrows could not cause substantial damage to the poisonous bees, but these magic arrows shot one after another. Thousands of elves almost all surrounded the altar on the giant tree.
Sharp orders sounded, and rows of magic swords flashed with dazzling light.
, and shot at the dozen or so swarms of bees that were sweeping in.
Ye Xiaochuan suddenly felt rain falling above his head. As soon as he scratched his body, a dead poisonous bee immediately fell on his palm.
This poisonous bee is really not that big. It is almost as long as a finger. The tail needle on the back of the buttocks is shining with light blue luster. Ye Xiaochuan has seen the miserable appearance of the female disciples in Piaomiao Pavilion after being stung. Beautiful fairies.
His head was swollen like a pig's head and was bleeding yellow.
You must know that those misty female disciples are almost all masters of cultivation in the realm of out-of-body cultivation. Being stung by one is already terrible. If an ordinary person is stung by this poisonous bee, he will die in less than an hour or three.
He reached out and threw the poisonous wasp corpse in his hand, and suddenly said to Yun Qiyou: "Do you feel that the sword fired by the elves at this moment is somewhat similar to the space blade fired by your demon-suppressing guqin?"
Yun Qiyou nodded slightly and said: "This kind of magic arrow is indeed rare in the human world. At least there are so many cultivation sects in China, and I have never heard of any sect having similar magical powers." Ye Xiaochuan said: "The witchcraft of southern Xinjiang is extremely mysterious.
, It's a pity that most of them have been lost. Otherwise, in today's world, the art of cultivation in China may not be unique. In the ancient world, there were many powerful thaumaturgy arts that have disappeared in the long river of history and have been passed down, but
one out of ten
Second, it’s such a pity.”
The magic arrows of the elves must have originated from the witchcraft of southern Xinjiang. Ye Xiaochuan suddenly felt a little sad, because the interruption of this inheritance was mostly man-made. Just like the current cultivation techniques in Middle-earth, between sects
The result is endless wars. The Cangyun Sect has only been established for four thousand years, and many of its true magical powers have been lost. If Ye Xiaochuan had not dedicated twenty-one true magical powers, the Cangyun Sect would not have been able to survive.
Will be in ten years
It was so glorious and prosperous within 10,000 years ago. The Shushan sect, the largest sect in the world, was destroyed thousands of years ago. Ye Xiaochuan did not think that a Liuhe mirror could destroy an ancient giant sect. The Liuhe mirror was probably just a primer. The Shushan sect was
At that time, countless sects in the world came together to attack, the leaders of which were the great monks from Mount Wutai and the former
Japanese Kunlun Sect.
If the Shushan Sect had not perished, with the many arrangements made by Senior Evil God, the main battlefield of the catastrophic battle of six thousand years must have been at Samsara Peak, not at the sacred mountain of Kunlun Mountain. The human world may not have the power to resolve that catastrophe.
A wise man once said that one human being is like a tiger, and three people are like a worm. This sentence truly reflects the ugly desires of human beings.
Seeing the magic arrows cast by the elves tonight, Ye Xiaochuan thought of the decline of witchcraft in southern Xinjiang, and felt regretful and lamented in his heart.
The majestic southern Xinjiang witchcraft was not passed down in southern Xinjiang, but was passed down tens of thousands of miles away in northern Xinjiang. This has to be said to be a great irony.
The magic feather arrows of the elves barely blocked the attack of more than a dozen poisonous wasps, but at this time, countless strange bird-men with huge wings appeared in the night sky.
The leader, a birdman with snow-white feathers, held a long white divine sword and said loudly: "Zishu, just take the elves and leave the sacred tree tonight, otherwise, your entire clan will be destroyed!"
Perhaps due to the language barrier, this birdman actually spoke the language of Middle-earth.
The leader of the Zi Shu clan was hanging in front of the giant bronze door. She said word by word: "Yu Emperor, I didn't expect that your Feiyu clan would collude with the human cultivators of Middle-earth. Aren't you afraid of being punished by the six-armed demon god?"
The feather emperor with white wings laughed loudly and said: "The six-armed demon god is my deity in the northern border. Are you foreigners from the southern border worthy of mentioning the name of the demon god? I ask you again, will you surrender?"
Of course Zi Shu will not surrender. She has had tens of thousands of years of grievances with the Feiyu clan. Once she surrenders, there will be no way for her to survive.
She grabbed her little hand in the air, and suddenly a strange light shot out from the giant bronze door behind her. The two huge bronze doors, which originally had only a gap, made a creaking sound. The bronze doors were suddenly blown by a mysterious force.
Slowly push it away!
That strange light wrapped around an unpretentious bow slowly flew out from the altar behind the giant bronze door, and finally landed in the hands of Chief Zi Shu. Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou looked up and saw clearly.
That bow seemed to be the crossbow in the hand of the elf jade statue in the altar.
