"Comfortable..."
Looking at the pattering rain, Yi Xia stretched her arms in the rain.
Even at this moment, Yi Xia is already in the human derivative material form. Those blazing powers still have strong enough substantive changes. The restless chaotic power that seemed to be still stagnant in the fierce fighting at the previous moment turned the raindrops that had not yet fallen straight into rising billowing white mist. Looking from a distance, it seems as if the witch's residence is shrouded in a dense mist.
In fact, even without the evaporation of these hot breaths.
The rain will not fall on Yi Xia.
Fighting with Xingtian Xuying and hunting in the void are two completely different experiences.
Or for Yi Xia at this moment, the former can be regarded as a "battle" in the true sense.
Both in terms of size and strength.
Or it can be a direct and hearty confrontation.
Those are things that are difficult to feel when hunting.
What's even more satisfying is that he won the beating this time...
Seeing a huge staggering shadow suddenly appear under the banner, Yi Xia's mood at that time was a kind of astonishment.
He seems to have experienced too much pain and death in that land... The trial that corresponds to some ultimate concept of the extraordinary civilization of the Eastern lineage is a mountain with no end in sight.
Along the way, Yi Xia suddenly felt the weight between his fists, feet and weapons.
From a frizzy witch apprentice with no foundation, relying more on skill bonuses. From the illusion space, the expressionless and heavily armored weapons master appears...
It is the temper of the intersection of weapons, the test of the cycle of life and death...
But now, he has finally reached a certain height.
The frustrations and tribulations that once existed are now like torrents falling like flowers and rain.
After suffering comes sweetness, this is the best taste in the world...
If one day we could hammer down a picture of that person's true body, it would be a wonder that is hard to find in all worlds.
Yi Xia thought like this in the rain.
Then, Yi Xia looked at the rain curtain above her head.
I was too immersed in fighting at Changyang Mountain and almost missed the Qingming Festival.
Yi Xia glanced at Willow lying outside the courtyard.
That was obviously Yuren's handiwork.
In fact, compared to Jisao.
Willow planting is not so common in Liucheng and surrounding areas, which have a taboo meaning "willow".
However, there are some older people who still adhere to this tradition.
In this regard, the large number of willow trees planted as landmarks in Liucheng City also provide a certain material basis for this tradition. Of course, it doesn't matter whether you plant willows or burn mugwort.
The left and right are just an external form of a beautiful vision to ward off epidemics and evil spirits. Naturally, Yi Xia would not stick to this.
In fact, he has always been open-minded enough in this regard.
The objects as sacrifices had been prepared long ago. Yi Xia looked back at Yu Ren:
"There may be a call over there later, please remember to tell him."
Yuren nodded upon hearing this.
Yi Xia was naturally able to directly transmit relevant information to Cang Zhong through his thoughts.
This is not complicated, and it only requires Yi Xia's thoughts.
But Yi Xia still chose to have Cang Zhong call to inquire.
This is not due to the arrogance or narrow-mindedness of some transcendent person, but additional value is generated in the two seemingly indistinguishable processes, and even the latter is more inefficient.
That is: being needed...
Yi Xia is not a ruthless existence.
In this land, he has dense and even delicate thoughts. Although Yu Ren was indeed rescued from that sinking world.
But it doesn't mean that Yi Xia will treat a heroic spirit who successfully drank the witch medicine as some kind of slave or tool.
The moment it successfully drank the witchcraft medicine, its will had been verified.
Therefore, it should be regarded as an intelligent life with equal status, a sufficiently complete "person"...
Therefore, Yi Xia will not completely ignore his feelings just because he has enough tolerance.
Just like the blazing and violent stars, there is also the morning light that spreads the golden brilliance of the world...
Then, Yi Xia thought.
The next moment, Yi Xia's figure disappeared.
Due to this sacrifice, there may be some movement and considering the characteristics of the items sacrificed this time.
Therefore, Yi Xia could not choose to perform sacrifices at his residence on the outskirts of the city to avoid causing unnecessary commotion.
And the next moment, there was some kind of vast uninhabited area in this land.
In the cold wind that still had a chilly feel in this spring day, Yi Xia set foot on this desolate and dry land.
Then, with a thought in his mind, Yi Xia took out the witch flag.
After carefully locking the relevant rules of a part of the space in front of him with his mind, Yi Xia dumped out the taboo objects marked as "sacrifice".
Just in the blink of an eye, there was a hill exuding a strong twisted aura in front of Yi Xia.
This was after Yi Xia used her consciousness to lock in the relevant rules in advance.
If it were not suppressed, "evil energy rising into the sky" might be a rather optimistic depiction...
Of course, Yi Xia is here now.
A pile of dead things would not cause much trouble.
Afterwards, Yi Xia started the sacrifice directly without the need for more complicated preparations.
Suddenly, a strong wind howled across the vast wasteland.
Suddenly, a fire rose up.
The hill that was originally haunted by the aura of distortion and darkness began to twist in a more impatient way.
The fluctuations in the air gave tangible outlines to the invisible fire.
This grand sacrifice also kicked off here.
Qingming Festival is a spring festival.
The prosperity and revival of all things is also the joy of knowing the ancestors.
When such darkness escapes, there should be a time to let go of the old and embrace the new.
In Yi Xia's eyes filled with endless fire, he seemed to have glimpsed the wheel of time.
The story that is remembered by people gives the corresponding time a certain strong color.
And when memories come back, time goes back.
These past stories will be presented in a vivid enough way. In an instant, some invisible throbbing suddenly spread.
In this way, Yi Xia collected the flags and stood up.
And the mountain of sacrifices that was originally there was now only a piece of cracked ground that was burned white.
It was like the embers after burning incense, still emitting some warmth.
And a new prompt message flashed on Yi Xia's retina:
"Tips from the Internet: The sacrifice is successful, you have completed the limited-time career event: Qingming Festival."
"Reminder from the Comprehensive Network: This plane has completed the Spring Festival, the lower limit of luck for limited civilization lineage units has been slightly improved this year, the probability of natural birth of negative energy life has been reduced, the overall energy balance has been improved to a certain extent, and the success rate of spell casting in riots, madness, corruption and other related areas has been slightly improved. Decline... (For specific regional information updates, please use your awareness to click here to view)
"Tips from the Internet: You have received a limited career event reward: a limited career legendary item: War Incense..."
