On the small tree on the cliff, the witchcraft crow turned into a wisp of thin black smoke. The howling mountain wind swept over and rolled the black smoke without a trace.

In Lengxi Valley, Ji Hao jumped up and several ups and downs came to Qingfu. He lowered his voice, Ji Hao leaned over Qingfu's ears and told him in detail what he saw in the valley.

Holding a life and death pierced a long green needle, Qing Fu, who was replenishing energy for a seriously injured tribe, broke his movements and pounded his waist hard and slowly straightened his body. A deep cold light flashed in his beautiful eyes. Qing Fu whispered: "Hao, ask your dad to come over, we have something to do."

The sun passed by leisurely from the sky and slowly penetrated into the western hills.

The sky filled the sky with stars, and the colorful starlight condensed into smoke visible to the naked eye, falling heavily from the sky. In the vast mountains and forests, countless spiritual creatures swallowed the star power, and the unfathomable valleys and deep pools occasionally heard long roars like clouds, dragons and tigers.

Ji Hao sat on a big tree, Heng Luojun rode her red leopard and carefully applied venom to more than a hundred exquisite long arrows.

In the jade jar the size of a human head, most of the cans of light green venom are as clear as water, with a faint fragrance of plants and trees. Under the starlight, occasionally thin runes that twist like small snakes flashed by in the clear venom, bringing a gorgeous flame into the venom.

"Hao, I thought you, Em, could only save people. I didn't expect the voodoo she made was so scary!" Heng Luojun dipped a leaf with some venom and gently dripped under the big tree. The venom dripped on the shoulders of Lao Shi, who was curled under the big tree. The old stone's smooth shoulders "swished" a faint blue smoke came out, and the venom quickly corroded a transparent hole on his shoulder.

Lao Shi muttered "wine" in dissatisfaction, and he pressed his palm on a big rock under the tree. The stone shattered into pieces with a "crack". The transparent wounds corroded by the venom quickly healed without a trace.

The old tree demon raised his head and muttered "huhu~lulu". A long branch was squirming like a spirit snake, gently dipping it in the venom, and then dripping into the hole of its open mouth.

Amid the 'hisper' sound, a faint black smoke erupted from the old tree demon's mouth. The old tree demon shivered in pain, and all the leaves on his body drooped. He glanced at the jade jar in awe and said vaguely: "Qingyi...Witch Sacrifice...Women...Scary!"

With the squeaking sound, the branches and leaves above Ji Hao's head sounded randomly. One head was nearly three meters tall, with a tangled body of flesh. The black-haired old ape holding a big wooden bar fell down heavily.

The old ape pointed at Ji Hao and grinned and grunted vaguely: "Hao...baby...wine...I'm stronger...I want the wine of two old stone monsters...Hao, I won't go crazy this time...you have to give me a few more jars!"

The Ya Gong stood on Ji Hao's shoulder and gently let out a 'gaga' chirp. Ji Hao waved his hand and said confidently: "Don't worry, as long as everyone helps me kill the enemy, I will take care of the good wine and barbecue!"

After gently touching the Ya Gong, Ji Hao whispered: "Ya Gong, thank you for your hard work!"

During the whole day, the Ya Gong traveled tens of thousands of miles and sent several powerful alien races that Ji Hao had met in the mountains and forests to Lengxigu. Hengluojun, Lao Shi and Lao Shu Demon, the three of them were even stronger than Ji Ying and others who had just entered the Great Witch Realm. Otherwise, they would not have taught Jiang Xi a lesson a few days ago.

As for this black-haired old ape, in addition to the extremely bad wine taste and the craziness of being drunk, he is the strongest, and even Hengluojun and the other two are not his opponents. In Ji Hao's judgment, even if the strength of this black-haired old ape is not as good as Ji Xia, it is not far from that of this black-haired old ape.

Under the night, at the entrance of Lengxi Valley, three bloody beast heads lined up in a line of three bloody beasts, each with a green wooden knife inserted on it.

Qing Fu stood in front of the altar, with ten fingers dripping blood, constantly drawing strange runes on the altar with her own blood. She chanted the spell in a low voice, and her beautiful face was faintly covered by a layer of strange gray-white mist. Under the night, a layer of mist was rising and falling beside Qing Fu. Qing Fu's slender body was like a ghost, looking hazy, as if it existed in the present world and another strange and unfathomable world at the same time.

The 'Swish' wind sounded flat on the ground, and a small gray whirlwind swept across the mountains and forests.

With the sound of Qing Fu's spell, in just half a quarter of an hour, thousands of large and small grey whirlwinds were circling around the altar. The cold air came out from somewhere. Thin borneol suddenly grew on the turbulent stream in Lengxi Valley, and a thick layer of white frost was condensed on the plants and trees.

Ji Hao played with the tail of Hengluojun's mount and looked at Qing Fu's movements intently: "My evil woman, don't say you don't know that I, Emu, can also prepare such a terrible voodoo, and I don't know that Emu is actually proficient in the secret witch ghost technique."

With a sound of "huh", large green flames were spewed out from the seven orifices of the three beast heads enshrined on the altar. The faint flames floated up and outlined a ferocious face. There were faint sounds of chirping from the surrounding mountains and forests at the same time, and a large fog suddenly surged out, flowing slowly between the plants and trees like running water.

Some strange figures emerged in the fog. They opened their mouths and swallowed the power of stars falling from the sky in big mouths.

Ji Hao's hair was raised up one by one, looking at these incredible existences in horror. The witch priests of the Fire Crow Tribe are not good at witch priests such as witch ghosts and mountain spirits and water monsters. The witch priests of the Fire Crow Tribe mastered various more direct and powerful witch priests.

Although he has been learning witchcraft with Ji Kui and other witches since childhood, Ji Hao has never seen these strange things in front of him.

"The elves in the forest, mountains, rivers, swamps, ghosts and gods in the caves, please accept my sacrifice and agree to my request." Qing Fu murmured and chanted the spell, and lightly danced a strange sacrifice dance around the altar.

It seemed as if countless figures were dancing with Qingfu at the same time. Every blade of grass and every leaf in the forest was blowing out.

Ji Xia had a gloomy face and led a large group of soldiers to drag thousands of barbarian soldiers captured alive in the daytime to the altar. All the barbarian soldiers took the witch medicine made by Qing Fu in advance, and they all lost their minds in a daze.

"Salvation to ghosts and gods!" Qing Fu waved the blue wooden knife tightly in his hand in an understatement.

Ji Xia pulled out the axe and waved it hard. Dozens of savage warriors' heads flew high, and a large piece of blood spurted into the sky.

A gray whirlwind rushed up, and the blood of the barbarian soldiers suddenly disappeared out of thin air. Their bodies quickly shriveled and withered. In just a few breaths, they turned into dust and drifted with the night wind.

Thousands of barbaric warriors turned into ashes, and there was not even a trace of blood in the air.

Ji Hao suddenly whistled and waved to Ji Xia and Qing Fu: "Bad, Emu, I saw them!"

A red light flashed in Ji Hao's eyes, and in the mountains and forests more than ten miles away, the same red light flashed in the pupils of seven or eight witchcraft crows.

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On National Day, relatives at home gather for dinner!

I took a day off today, and I only updated two chapters!
Chapter completed!