Hong Yexiang helped the village leader back to the meeting hall. After closing all the doors and windows, he looked uneasy and asked: "Fortress Master, what should we do now?"
The leader of the village was cast on the first-level magic talisman. She had a splitting headache at this moment, but this was the moment of life and death for the entire village. She bit the tip of her tongue fiercely to keep herself awake as much as possible. She pondered for a long time, her cloudy eyes He glanced around and sighed:
"Just do what the outsider says!"
She finally saw it.
This group of people has extraordinary methods and is definitely not something they can handle.
Hongye was a little worried: "But...if they can't defeat the mountain god in the future, then the mountain god will investigate us and punish us for not reporting the knowledge. This..."
I'm afraid it will be a disaster!
The village leader didn't know it, but now they had no choice. As long as they made any small move, they were afraid that their lives would be lost in the next moment.
"I hope our ancestors will bless us that Lingshan Village can turn disaster into good luck this time!"
Two days.
It went by in a flash.
On the day of the sacrifice, the leader of the village wore a Gong suit with three layers on the inside and six layers on the outside. The golden dragon on the Gong suit looked like a dragon, but it was less majestic. It shows an evil nature, but this dress was given to Lingshan Village by the mountain god.
The center of the village at this time.
A high altar has already been built.
There were twenty-four boys and girls sitting around the altar. They were dressed in linen, playing flutes, flutes, or cowhide drums. In the middle, six witches with fresh blood on their brows were dancing. Performing the ancient sacrificial dance!
Dazhi's father was carrying nothing, and was carried by several strong men. He followed the village leader step by step, and stepped onto the altar step by step.
"At the end of the season, all the people return... to serve food and sacrifices to the gods."
As the old mantra of the village master sounded, tens of thousands of Lingshan villagers knelt on the ground. The sound of sacrifices instantly resounded through the sky. The dancing speed of the six witches suddenly accelerated, and Dazhi Abba, who was tied to the pillars of the altar, His body began to shake.
at this time.
Smoke billowed from Lingshan Mountain to the north, and a coercive roar came from the deep mountain. Then the fog on the mountain began to spread outward, like a flying bridge driving the sky. From Lingshan, it fell into the center of the altar, and the fog roll.
Fu Shiyi, who was in the formation, held the leaves of the ancient tree and brushed his eyes. Under the qi-gazing technique, he suddenly saw a dragon in the mist. The two horns of this dragon were bulging, but it had not yet Really grow dragon horns and transform into a real dragon!
The moment Fu Shiyi spied the dragon.
The dragon hidden in the mist was aware of it, and suddenly looked at Fu Shiyi's direction. Fu Shiyi's heart trembled, and he shouted:
"Ma Gu, start the formation!!"
The words have not yet finished.
In an instant, five different auras shone out from the southeast, northwest, and southeast. The auras merged in the air and suddenly merged into one, pouring into Fu Zhihong who was at the center of the formation. He originally only had the seventh level of foundation building, but the pressure on him was fierce. He jumped up to the level of fake elixir cultivation in almost the blink of an eye, and was only one step away from the golden elixir!
"Roar!!!"
When the dragon in the mist saw it, he hurriedly dropped Dad Dazhi from his paws, turned around and ran up the mountain. The speed is so fast, as if there is some wild beast behind him!
"this........"
Fu Shiyi, who was located in the north of the formation, was a little dumbfounded.
This dragon's cultivation level is already very close to that of the fake elixir. In terms of strength, it is one or two points stronger than the five of them combined. The fight hasn't even started yet, so why are they running away!
"Bang!"
The dragon that wanted to escape hit the protective cover of the Five Spirits Qi Gua Formation. The light of the entire cover flashed for a moment, and then with the addition of the magic power of Fu Shiyi and others, it returned to perfection.
Jiaolong saw this.
The body suddenly flipped in the air. In an instant, the body that was only fifty feet long suddenly transformed into a dancing dragon body that was hundreds of feet long. Before he could do it, it was about to hit the protective shield again.
Fu Zhihong, who had been saving up for a long time, gently waved the wooden sword in his hand forward.
In an instant, thousands of flying swords appeared in the sky. The flying swords were spinning in the air, and suddenly made a "buzz" sound, and merged into one. However, it was Fu Zhihong who used "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin", and only one sword was sixty long. The giant sword, which was 10 feet long, slashed at the dragon within seven inches.
"Ouch~!"
The giant sword seems slow, but it comes in a moment!
The dragon that just wanted to escape had to tilt its body to avoid the vital point, but the giant sword still fell on it, cutting a ten-meter-long gash.
Demon blood spurted out.
The entire altar instantly rained blood.
"Ouch~!"
This moment aroused the ferocity of the dragon, and its tail hit the shield of the Five Spirits Qi Gua Formation hard. The shield shattered in an instant, but the dragon did not choose to run away, but opened its mouth. Suddenly a ball of flame floated out from inside!
"Dragon Flame?"
Fu Shiyi took a closer look and found that the dragon flames spit out by the real dragon in the space furnace of the Sea of Consciousness were much weaker, but he did not dare to take it lightly.
Fu Zhihong's method changed.
The giant sword in the air instantly dispersed and turned into a net, and Duotou rushed towards the dragon flame.
"Chi chi chi"
The mana net formed by the five people only lasted for less than two seconds before turning into ashes. The dragon flames continued to float towards them without slowing down.
"Father, cover me!!"
crucial moment!
Fu Shiyi could only use his killing move.
She muttered the spell silently, and suddenly a faint silver moon appeared behind her. As the spell in her hand changed, a small amount of silver flame appeared from Fu Shiyi's index finger with a "pop" sound. come out:
"The Sorrow of Silver Fire, go!!"
At this time, the dragon flame had broken through the earthen wall formed by Sixth Sister's Nine Heavens Poison Banquet, and happened to collide with the silver flame used by Fu Shiyi.
"Boom~!"
It's like Mars hitting the Earth!
The two different masses of energy collided together, stimulating a destructive power. The entire altar was bombed to the ground, and even most of the small buildings in the surrounding village were crushed into powder!
"Roar!!"
Seeing this, Jiaolong suddenly wanted to retreat.
"I want to escape, but it's too late!!"
A smile appeared at the corner of Fu Siyuan's mouth, and he muttered a spell silently. Suddenly, five thunders rolled in the sky, and a bolt of lightning as thick as an arm tore through the sky. With a loud "rumbling" sound, it accurately hit the dragon seven inches away. .
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The village leader, who had already escaped from the altar, took the villagers of Lingshan Village to hide a thousand meters away, but they could still see the devastating battle in the sky.
"It turns out that the mountain god worshiped by Lingshan Village for generations is actually a dragon!!"
Years of mystery lifted.
But there was nothing in the village leader's heart. At this moment, she just wanted the outsiders to kill the dragon, so that they wouldn't have to sacrifice a young man to the evil dragon every year!
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