It's that simple. A group of masters from Luofu Daze were killed in one breath. There was no suspense. The group of masters who watched, Jiao Cang's face was white, and he had already lost a bit of blood. He was in a cold sweat, and he was very big. His fears loomed over my heart.

What a powerful sacrificial spirit is this? !

The powers who were still calm just now were all dumbfounded. Just moments ago, they still scorned Shicun and ignored them at all. There was no one beside them, and they wanted to dispose of the sacred bones and distribute the three young birds, but now they are all shocked. .

Shi Feijiao and a group of simple men, as well as that group of children, as well as the women and old people who had heard the news, all opened their mouths, staring at all this in a daze, couldn't believe it!

This is too shocking, a willow branch cuts off the world and kills the heroes, making people tremble.

For decades, except for when Yang Yu came to speak, Liu Shen has never communicated with the villagers, and has not shown any combat power against the sky, but now it has caused such shocking results. Kind of unreal feeling.

Jiao Cang had a kind of unwillingness and even more fear. Standing at the head of the village, he said: "Powerful sacrifice spirit, please forgive my ignorance and offense..."

As soon as the voice was heard, the breeze blew, the willow branches swayed, bringing up a mist, and it fell down, and with a puff, the wicker penetrated his right arm.

"what……"

A scream came, Jiao Cang struggled with all his strength to no avail, Shen Xi quickly drained from his body, his arm was exhausted, and then dry and cracked, and he broke like rotten wood with a "puff" and fell down.

Jiao Cang smiled miserably. Not only did he lose an arm, but his cultivation was half-worn. He was crumbling, and his heart was extremely bitter. He was still aloof just now, looking down on the villagers, all in one thought.

Unexpectedly, he was abandoned in a moment and became a useless person.

Luofu Daze's other two older teenagers stepped forward and held Jiao Cang. The hands of these two geniuses were shaking and their hearts trembling. Everything they had just seen was imprinted in their hearts forever, and they were indelible in this life.

Zhu Qiang was silent as a chill, and there was a big fear in his heart. This sacrificial spirit was so terrible that it made the bones chill.

The Golden Wolf tribe, the Lei tribe, and the Zishan family are all in awe. They were still discussing how to deal with Shicun just now, and they wanted to seize the sacred bones. Now this scene makes them hairy.

Everyone regrets that they will die. If they know that this willow is so amazing, they will not come here to say a word even if they send their treasures.

"Brother, do you see if this misunderstanding can be uncovered, we will have a good return in the future." The leader of the Golden Wolf tribe opened his mouth and looked at Shi Linhu and other strong men.

Huh!

A green glow flashed, the willow tree was moving, and the branch fell quickly, piercing one of his shoulders, and immediately let half of his body dry up, and one of his arms cracked and fell off. This body was half-waste, and the symptoms were exactly the same as Jiao Cang.

After that, the willow branch moved quickly, like a magic spear, piercing through seven or eight strong people one after another. They either said that they wanted to wash the stone village in blood, or had threatened, but now they have all been taken away by the tender branches of a lot of life essence.

"Let's go." Shi Linhu said.

A group of strong men trembled, and the willow tree was too terrifying, and couldn't fight it at all. Unless it was told to the clan leader and came in person, otherwise the strong will be dead here.

A group of people rushed out of the stone village. The leader of the Golden Wolf tribe and Jiao Cang of Luofu Daze smiled tragically. The uncle of the Zishanhou and the old servant of the Lei clan didn't say a word. This time they were completely planted.

Only the people from Yuntian Palace can be calm, because they have no loss. The old man led the two beautiful little girls, narrowed his eyes, and said nothing.

The two little girls blinked their big eyes and looked at Shicun. They wanted to talk very much, but he stopped them.

The sunset glow has long since disappeared, and the sky is getting dark. Looking from a distance, a willow tree in Shicun has a hazy halo, covering the whole village.

"We have a population of tens of millions, and the tribal territory is vast. If it treats us like this, will it not be afraid of a catastrophe?" Some people were angrily away from the stone village.

"Be sure to tell the clan leader to go out of the mountain personally, not to mention other things, the sacred bones and this sacrifice spirit are not to be missed!" Someone was fierce.

However, as soon as the voice fell, even though the distance was so far away, the spirit of the sacrifice had the feeling, a bright green wicker with a glow, spread more than a mile, and pulled it over.

"Puff", "Puff"...

Anyone who was fierce had their bodies amputated, as if they had been slashed across the air by the sharpest magic knife, separating their upper body and lower body, blood spurting.

The leaders of the various races were also traumatized. The old servants of the Lei tribe and the uncle of the Zishanhou tribe all lost a palm, broke their wrists and were warned.

Zhu Qiang's scalp was numb, and he didn't dare to say a word anymore, and ran away all night, all offering treasures, brilliance, and rushing to the depths of the primitive forest against the ground.

"Little bit, let's go first, and see you another day, and that little genius, I hope I can see you in the Holy Land in the future!"

In the night, a snow feather was five or six meters long, emitting a white brilliance, very holy.

There were a few figures standing above, among them the pair of elf-like little sisters were waving their slender hands. They looked the same, with white skin and big eyes, bidding farewell to Shicun.

Xueyu was crystal clear, three feet above the ground, and carrying a few people quickly away in the mountains and forests. They were the last group to leave and the only group of people who were safe and sound.

"..."

Yang Yu didn't speak, and didn't even look at the direction of the people in Yuntian Palace. At this time, he just looked indifferently at the direction where the other tribes left, and a flash of murderous intent flashed through his eyes.

"Goodbye, Miss, don't forget to bring sweet animal milk when you come back, such as Xuelin Leopard, Ice Elephant..."

Xiao Budian has a very good relationship with the two little girls and exhorts loudly.

There was a burst of laughter in the stone village. A group of children roared and yelled: "Four-year-old keeps milking, chasing Xiao Haohao."

After a major crisis passed, everyone in Shicun relaxed and all burst into laughter. Little Dutli's eyes were black and white, and her face blushed and she explained in a low voice:

"I just want to see what Xuelin Leopard's **** looks like. I heard it is very special. Don't laugh, I really don't want to eat."

"Haha..."

Shi Feijiao waited forward, rubbed his hair, and squeezed his red apple-like face, which was very interesting.

The stone village became quiet, and the villagers' expressions gradually became solemn and serious, and all kinds of sacrifices were taken. The whole village stood in front of the willow tree, earnestly offering sacrifices.

Everyone was praying, very pious, and vaguely resonating with this world, a strange power was produced.

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