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It was a horse transformation!

A dead horse!

"So what if you're here? This was the Hundred Spirit Mountain! This is our Witch clan's territory! This is a place that our ancestors exchanged their lives for! " Barley's eyes, sharp as knives, swept over his clansmen, calming down.

"Whoever wants us dead, we want them dead first!" Barley clenched his big fist and roared like thunder as he rolled across the sky.

Fear had instead aroused the wildness deep in his blood!

Within Barley's body, a violent gush of turbid air rushed straight into his dantian as his blood surged and caused his hundreds of muscles to automatically expand and contract. The veins in his arms and legs bulged out one after another like dancing electric snakes.

A wave of ecstasy passed through Barley's heart. This was the sign that the four heavenly bottlenecks in the Thunder Mage's body were about to be loosened and break through!

At this moment, he felt completely refreshed, and his mood was elated. It was as if his entire body was spreading out into the world, giving birth to an incredibly mysterious perception of the mind.

The heaven and earth were separated into two different types, namely, martial dao and martial dao. The turbid air evolves into the earth's mother, tangible and intangible; the pure air derives from the void and has a substance that is intangible. Circulating turbid air through martial dao, breathing and clearing the air through the arts. Whether it was in martial arts or arcane skills, if one wanted to cultivate to a high and profound level, then they would have to involve the mysterious spiritual domain in the end.

Just now, Barley's spirit had surged, and his battle intent had erupted. Unconsciously, he had activated the mysterious connection between his spirit and his cultivation technique. Martial arts advanced accordingly. He had a premonition that as long as he could get through this crisis, his Thunder Mage body would be reborn and he would be able to advance into the ranks of true experts.

"All of you, go and seal up the stronghold. From today onwards, everyone will obediently defend our stronghold. No one is allowed to go outside without my word! You go to the pup. He knows what to do. This group of people, search the stronghold thoroughly, and want to go from house to house! And you, divide into twelve groups and patrol the stronghold every two hours. The rest of the people will disperse first. Whoever discovers that something is amiss will immediately blow their horns! " Barley's fighting spirit flourished as he continuously gave out orders. His clansmen also became increasingly calm. Many of the men automatically picked up knives, spears, and forks and probed around. The woman and the child were not to be outdone. They took the lead of the hounds and went from house to house.

The branch remained silent, only lowering his head in a daze. His stooped figure was cast into the water by the setting sun, trembling and shivering, seeming to break apart.

Ma Hua's death had nothing to do with this old thing. Barley glanced at the deputy chief. If they were to attack, the whole clan would be buried along with them. The deputy chief was not stupid enough to commit suicide.

"Lord Wu Wu, this is a great matter that concerns the life and death of our entire family." I want to bathe in incense and read my fortune properly. " After a long while, he raised his head as if he had just awoken from a dream.

Barley stared at him for a moment before saying sternly, "If I find out which son of a bitch is up to something, I'll definitely break all his eggs!"

After a few dry coughs, he told Prince Qiao his guilt and walked away.

"This horse's body is covered with countless blade wounds. Many of these wounds were purposely added out, and they were even mashed down to conceal the martial path of the person who attacked.

"He has a ligature mark on his wrist."

"Maybe it was to kill the horse outside, then bring the corpse into the village, tie it to a bamboo or rattan in the distance, and shoot the body out like a bow and arrow, and then fall into the stream."

"Probably coming from that direction."

He could faintly hear the conversation between Barley and Prince Qiao behind him, and a trace of a sad and mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Barley was too young, after all. Just like a brave and ruthless calf, even if it were to run into a pack of wolves, it would not admit defeat by using its horns to prop itself up and fight.

But this fight, this fight, they didn't even have a chance to escape.

Looking at the clansmen who were on guard, he sneered and disappeared into the twilight. Right now, what they needed to do the most was not to investigate and defend themselves, but to abandon the stronghold decisively and allow their people to bring enough money and food to split up and flee for their lives.

Even if Barre found out the truth, what of it? Would the cruel Ma Hua let the Witch clan go? The people who killed Ma Hua were most likely trying to lead him into the stronghold to borrow a knife to kill!

A sense of schadenfreude welled up in his heart. Barre loved power too much, he loved competition too much, and he was destined to die a horrible death. Did he think that when Ma Hua came, Prince Qiao would help the village?

No. The way Fang Shi looked at others seemed gentle and pure, but deep down, there was an unreachable indifference. Every quiet night divination, when looking up at the stars, can be seen.

It was an indifference that belonged solely to the starry sky.

After turning a corner on the mountain slope, Ji Hao found himself standing near a huge rock in the east, which was where all the Maguspriests lived.

The ground here was high and sparse. Dozens of piles of rocks were jutted along the way. The rocks were scattered and scattered. It seemed to be disorderly, yet it also seemed to be following some kind of strange law. He still remembered how the previous old Maguspriest had walked through this place for the first time, holding his small hand.

"Kid, this is no ordinary pile of rubble." The elderly Maguspriest told him that this was the "Eight Diagram Formation" that was set up by the clan leader eight hundred years ago. It could kill strong enemies and could sacrifice the heaven and earth, and contained the core secrets of the spell formation.

Unfortunately, the technique used to activate the eight diagrams had long since been lost. Strangely, ever since they had moved to the Wilderness, the number of spells they had learned from previous Maguspriests had become fewer and fewer. Once he reached this position, he would only know the basics.

"Do you know what is the most important thing in the world?" The old Maguspriest stood alone in the midst of the rubble. The evening breeze ruffled the white hair that had fallen from his temples, making it seem even dimmer in the gloomy twilight.

Of course not. At that time, he was still a lively and lively kid. He hated that his days were too slow, and wished that he could grow up to become a tall man in a single day.

"It's an inheritance!" The old Maguspriest touched the top of his head and sighed silently.

The assistant stretched out his hand and slowly caressed a sharp rock.

What was the most important thing in the world?

Without the spell, this place was just a pile of ice-cold rocks. Even though the human body had lost its life, it was still nothing but a pile of bones.

In the blink of an eye, he had more white hair on his temples than the old Maguspriest. He quickened his pace and entered the bamboo building behind the pile of rocks.

The tower of the Maguspriest was slightly different from that of the clansmen, taller and wider. At the top of the tower, there was also a small attic, which was used to store medicine pills, ancient scriptures and some precious offering items.

In the corner of the attic, there was a hexagonal copper wire birdcage. Inside the cage, there were a few birds with pure green feathers.

He took out a pen, dipped it in medicine, and began to write on a piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wing. The liquid was colourless and tasteless, and didn't show itself on the paper. Only by roasting it would the words be revealed. He folded a piece of paper the size of a fingernail and stuffed it into a hazelnut shell. Then he opened the cage and grabbed a bird. The bird did not struggle. Instead, it opened its beak wide and swallowed the hazel shell in one gulp, placing it in the bulging crop.

He half pushed the window of the attic and looked out carefully. There was no one around, and the sunset had faded, sinking dejectedly into the darkness behind the mountains.

— The most important thing was his own life! The abbot released his grip and began to laugh with a wail.

The bird shot up into the sky like a sharp arrow.

A tiny black dot flew past the lens and disappeared in a flash, never to be seen again.

When he retracted his gaze from the sky, he slowly put down the tube. The darkness had overshadowed the subtle changes in his facial expression.

The tubes were wrapped in gold foil and were carved with exquisite silver threads. They were shaped like bamboo tubes, and each of them was big and small. Each of them was embedded with a thin, transparent crystal lens. Its official name was "Rui Guan", also known as "Qian Li Jing", can see the scenery in the distance. The merchant from the Jin Dynasty boasted that this Rui came from one of the Six Great Demons, the 'Blackgate Gate'. Many noble young masters rushed to buy it so that they could peep at the beauty coming out of the bath.'

Supporting himself against the window sill, ZhouShou could see the faint red glow of the dancing bamboo leaves outside the building. The sound of footsteps could be heard entering and exiting the building. The tribesmen lit torches and began to patrol around the stronghold. From time to time, fiery tongues would dart towards the night sky.

He covered the window curtain with the window curtain and dropped the mirror, which rolled on the flower-brocade carpet and rolled in front of the peacock mica screen. A great number of quirky and obscene toys glimmered in the darkness.

Eight Treasures Heart Reversal Wine Bottle, Five-Colored Pouring Pot, Two Colored Jade Agate Chess, Seven Colored Water Copper Wind Bells, Twisted Twister Tree and Jade Zither, Pink-Colored Spring Palace terracotta warriors... All of them were the most extravagant and fashionable items in the Jin and Chu regions. It took almost all of his father's savings to buy them from the travelling merchants. He reached out his hand and fished out a gold incense burner. He lit it with the scent of white sandalwood, and light blue smoke began to rise in spirals.

He laid down on his back with his head resting on a pile of silk books and paintings. His eyelids drooped slightly as he took in a deep breath. The fragrance of sandalwood seeped into his heart and spleen. His qi and blood began to circulate bit by bit. His meridians were open and his mind relaxed. Slowly, his entire body began to relax.

The room was silent and gloomy, with only a hint of red in the air.

ZhouShou stared at the incense for a long time, until the red light grew larger and larger in his eyes. It was as big as a wheel, and even the flickering flame could be seen.

He stood up and suddenly stretched out his hand. In his palm was an extra white jade sandalwood fragrance. After igniting the incense stick, ZhouShou's wrist lightly shook, and a sandalwood fragrance shot out, striking the sandalwood fragrance stuck into the smoke furnace.

The thrust was neither fast nor strong. However, from the jitter of his wrist to his shoulder to his arms stretching out in a straight line, he was like a spring crossing a rock, moving in a series of movements, natural and unrestrained, giving off an unspeakable feeling of dexterity.

The 2 points of red incense stick rapidly approached each other, precisely colliding with each other!

The two sandalwood scents trembled in unison, while the branch really did turn back to shoulder, elbow retracting, arm retracting, and the slender white sandalwood scents retreated, thrusting out once again.

In the darkness, the two dots of red light silently intersected again and again.

This was not a martial skill, nor did it contain any arcane arts. It was just the most ordinary attack. However, whether it was sight, control, or coordination, they were all shown to near perfection.

Half an hour later, the two red dots went out at the same time.

"You're here." He calmly said as he looked through the bamboo window.