The body of the blue cold spirit puppet was like a ball of condensation, it was soft, and at this time it was lying on the soft carpet again. If you step on this kick, you may not be able to step on it to death. But if the cold touch touches the other person's bare feet, it will definitely be noticed.

Even if it instinctively infuses venom to attack, one person in this tent is unconscious, and the other person who looks like a high-ranking priest will immediately notice this person's abnormality, and the Blue Cold Spirit Golem will inevitably be exposed. At this moment, the heart of the hook is almost in the throat.

Fortunately, this step did not hit the spirit puppet that was being shook, but happened to step on the side of the spirit puppet less than half an inch away. The foot was so heavy that even the carpet sank in. But the other party did not stop, but walked straight to the priest in the tent, apparently he did not notice the existence of the spirit golem either.

Gou Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly controlled the spirit golem to sneak silently to the edge of the tent to avoid being trampled on the crowded road. He also gave up on injecting venom for the time being.

When the other two were in the tent, no matter which one of them he attacked, the other would realize that he didn't have to take such a risk. He planned to wait for the man who had just come in to leave, and then he would make plans.

The man who stepped into the tent was shirtless, wearing only a leopard skin skirt. It was frighteningly strong, and its dark flesh was made of dark iron.

His whole body cultivation is contained in this body's muscles, but it is slightly different from the pure acquired physical cultivation of the human race. There is a kind of qi and blood power in the veins of his body that is not born but is so strong that it can be compared to the Seven Colors of the Void Pill and the half-step Purple Mansion.

The man did not speak, and when he entered the tent, the young man who looked like a priest inside had already knelt down, and bowed his head, "Great Patriarch!" He not only bowed, but also trembled like chaff, as if he was terrified.

The Great Patriarch Huang Xue ignored him, but walked directly to the table in the middle of the tent, kneeling on the carpet with his knees. The young priest also shivered and turned around, but he never dared to get up or look up. The Great Patriarch said in a low voice: "Tell me all the ins and outs here, you'd better be careful, don't talk about it." ”

An invisible pressure pressed down on his head like a mountain, crushing him to the point of suffocation. He could only tell the story with trepidation.

Huang Xue's brow furrowed when he heard this. Blood refining tribes have been tilting against each other since ancient times, but there are not many cases where another tribe is really driven to a dead end, unless the strength is really overwhelmingly surpassing the other party, and the other party is going to be completely annexed or exterminated at one time.

The Cang Straw tribe has tens of thousands of people like them, and no one can completely overwhelm anyone. Purely in terms of combat power, the stubble people are slightly stronger. Because the high priest of the Red Thorn Sect, Hong'er Shouyuan, is about to die, he has been in retreat for many years, and he only has spiritual significance. And the priests of the Straw Department are famous.

That's why they pass through the Pig and Sheep Gorge every few years, but never try to set up an ambush here. For it is a matter of cutting off the way of life. Tens of thousands of people have been forced to die and have no life, and they can do anything. Hongjin is a little clever and whimsical, but he doesn't understand that it is a matter of life and death for the entire tribe.

"You set up a rockfall on the mountain?" After hearing this, Huang Xue did not make an obvious statement. But when he heard that Hongjin had arranged a large rockfall array on this mountain, his eyes flashed and he said, "Hand over the formation pivot." ”

Hongjin took out the array pivot with both hands and obediently placed it on the table in front of Huang Xue. It is also a black cobblestone the size of an egg, resembling an ordinary pebble.

Unlike other traction stones, some of the lines on it are coiled like an eye, while the other stripes are spread out, which is a very peculiar shape. With this formation, the controller only needs to press his thumb to the "eye", and it is easy to inject his divine sense to manipulate.

Huang Xue held the stone in the palm of his hand and felt it. This array pivot was very simple, and he could easily connect his divine consciousness with the array eyes of the four directions. With just a wisp of qi and blood power and divine consciousness infusion, he could immediately trigger the explosion points buried in the mountain.

He took it to the palm of his hand. Said to Hongjin: "Go, you go and tell the Cangjiao people, I will make sure that they pass through the Pig and Sheep Gorge safely, and exchange their lives for their lives." Let them send people. ”

At this time, the Blue Han Spirit Golem hiding in the tent frowned like a human face. This is, of course, the expression of the hook. The young priest before was just a witch cultivator of the Void Dan Color, and he was ninety percent sure that he could steal the array pivot with the Blue Cold Spirit Puppet. Now that he has changed to this half-step purple mansion brute cultivation, he doesn't even have any hope of Yicheng.

He wasn't killed immediately by Akira, which made Hiroshi breathe a sigh of relief. Although he is a descendant of the high priest Hong'er, after Hong'er died in retreat, the Hong's power in the tribe has dropped greatly, and he is only supported by him, a young priest who has not yet ascended to the throne. If Bloodstream wanted to kill him, he would have no power to resist.

He hurriedly knocked his head a few times, and was about to run out, when he arrived at the door, he was suddenly stunned and stunned.

Just outside the tent, in the sparsely falling snow, at least four different wisps of divine consciousness coercion were unleashed unscrupulously, like a repetition between heaven and earth. Four vague figures were wrapped in a cloud of pale purple light, making it difficult for him to see.

Only through the coercion of their divine sense, they could feel that one of these four people was the same as Huang Blood, a half-step Purple Mansion, a demon cultivator with seven colors of Void Dan. The other three have different strengths, namely the six colors, the five colors and the four colors of the Void Dan. The four of them were suspended in the air, and together they urged a round mirror-shaped magic weapon made of purple glass, which was about the size of a bowl in the air, which was the source of the faint purple light.

There seemed to be a jewel as bright as a purple star in the mirror, emitting waves of strange divine consciousness. This wave does not shoot in all directions, but has a certain direction. Like a dazzling dark light in the night sky, it continued to sweep around, passing through the tent and directly shining on the bloody heart. He couldn't see the light, but he felt a strange uneasiness in his heart.

Huang Xue walked outside the tent and looked up, and saw that the four people did not fall to the ground, but were suspended in the air, surrounded by a vague purple and red light, so that he could not see the figures and faces of these people clearly. Before he could speak, he heard one of them snap his fingers.

A swarthy and unsightly thing screamed through the air, and the strong wind pierced the cold night sky, brushing the bloody ear, somewhat ostentatiously piercing the air in his ear, making a sharp chirping sound, and then slammed into the ground inside the tent, where the blue cold spirit puppet was hiding!

It's just that at this time, the Blue Han Spirit Puppet has disappeared, and the felt carpet on the ground has cracked, leaving a dark pit.

There was a cooing and chirping bird call from the pit. After a while, a sparrow-shaped spirit puppet the size of a palm came out of the black pit, cooed twice, flapped its wings, and disappeared into the air, returning to the master of the four demon cultivators.

Huang Xue was not too surprised, when he felt the leakage of these four people, he already knew where the other party came from and why the other party came from. He bowed his hand respectfully and said, "The barbarian shook his blood, and I have seen all the immortal venerables in the Kapok Mansion. ”

The purple light in the air moved slightly, and one of them laughed loudly:

"Patriarch Huang don't mind. We were ordered by the Kapok City Lord to find those crane clan friends here. It's just that I haven't found anything in the Stubble tribe, so let's see if they have infiltrated your tribe's station.

"Just now, the 'Purple Glass Mirror' saw a foreign object lurking in the patriarch's tent. The old man wanted to use this shadow finch to break it, but he was a little late, and he didn't know where to escape. ”

Huang Xue put his right hand across his chest, bowed, and said respectfully: "Thank you Immortal Venerable for your help." ”

But the figure swaying in the purple light denied it again and again: "No, no, Patriarch Huang don't think about it." We will never interfere in the affairs between you blood refiners. It's just that those demons have broken the rules, so we have to invite them to the Wood City Lord's Mansion to talk about it. No matter what happens tonight, Patriarch Akira is fine as long as we don't exist. ”

Huang Xue's face was slightly cold, but he immediately recovered. Those people have to draw a line with him, and he doesn't need to put a hot face on a cold ass anymore. Secretly returning to the tent with a gloomy face, he gave an order: no matter what these flying immortals do, no one is allowed to interfere, just don't see it.

Several demon cultivators sent by Kapok City did not talk to him again, but controlled the purple glass mirror and continued to sweep the mountains in all directions, looking for those Crane Clansmen.

At this time, a barbarian cultivator rushed in and reported to Huang Xue: "The Cang Straw people carried the young master to the valley below and asked to negotiate with the patriarch!"