Chapter 929: Feud
Yun Qiyou said: "In the past few days, I have understood that the Feiyu tribe and the elves have an eternal feud. However, the elves' magic arrows are too powerful. The Feiyu tribe has no way to defeat the elves. I didn't expect this." Once the Feiyu tribe actually joined forces with the Western Demon Cult, the elves might not be able to resist it." Ye Xiaochuan said angrily, "You can't blame the Feiyu tribe for this. This big tree used to belong to the Feiyu tribe. The habitat was taken from the Feiyu Clan by the Elf Clan with their large numbers. The altar above was obviously made by the Feiyu Clan. The statues of the Feiyu Clan’s ancestors in front of the door.
The statue of the six-armed demon god in Northern Xinjiang has not collapsed in these years. There is always a price to pay for occupying the magpie nest. "
Ye Xiaochuan knew this very well. He had encountered the Feiyu tribe more than once or twice in the black forest. Last time, Zhishu was captured by a group of birdmen from the Feiyu tribe. He redeemed them with salt, linen cloth, and he felt that these people from the Feiyu tribe were kind-hearted people.
Why didn’t the Feiyu Clan go to trouble the Tiger Clan, the Werewolf Clan, and the Stone Clan, but why did they choose to cause trouble to the Elf Clan? It’s not like the elves occupied this family’s nest tens of thousands of years ago. Regardless of whether it is a foreign race or a human race, the place where the ancestors are buried must not be lost. The Feiyu tribe can give up this ancient sacred tree and live elsewhere, but they will never give up the ancient altar above, which is the Feiyu tribe. It was built by the ancestors of the Yu tribe to communicate with the gods.
place.
While Yun Qiyou and Ye Xiaochuan were talking, the bee swarm had appeared to the east of the ancient sacred tree, and as expected, the faint sound of the flute was heard controlling the bee swarm.
At least hundreds of thousands of poisonous bees, under the control of the flute, turned into a dozen black pythons and pounced towards the elves surrounding the altar.
At this time, Patriarch Zishu shouted a few times, and countless elves stopped drawing arrows from the quivers behind them, and instead directly pulled out the bowstrings. A surprising scene appeared. A colorful light arrow was quickly condensed into shape. This kind of arrow seemed to be condensed by witchcraft. Although it takes a while to condense the arrow, the shooting speed is not as fast as directly from the quiver. He drew a feather arrow from his body, but this magic arrow was more powerful than the feather arrow.
powerful. There were too many poisonous bees, and ordinary feather arrows could not cause substantial damage to the poisonous bees, but these magic arrows shot one after another. Almost all the thousands of elves gathered around the altar on the giant tree, and with the sound of a sound Sharp orders sounded, and rows of magic swords flashed with dazzling light.
, shooting at the dozen or so swarms of bees that were sweeping in.
Ye Xiaochuan suddenly felt rain falling above his head. As soon as he scratched his body, a dead poisonous bee immediately fell on his palm.
This poisonous bee is really not that big. It is almost as long as a finger. The tail needle on the back of the buttocks is shining with light blue luster. Ye Xiaochuan has seen the miserable appearance of the female disciples in Piaomiao Pavilion after being stung. Beautiful fairies. The head was swollen like a pig's head and was bleeding with yellow water.
You must know that those misty female disciples are almost all masters of cultivation in the out-of-body realm. Being stung by one is already terrible. If an ordinary person is stung by this poisonous bee, he will die in less than an hour or three.
He reached out and threw the poisonous wasp corpse in his hand, and suddenly said to Yun Qiyou: "Do you feel that the sword fired by the elves at this moment is somewhat similar to the space blade fired by your demon-suppressing guqin?"
Yun Qiyou nodded slightly and said: "This kind of magic arrow is indeed rare in the human world. At least there are so many cultivation sects in Middle-earth, but I have never heard of any sect having similar magical powers." Ye Xiaochuan said: "The witchcraft of southern Xinjiang is extremely mysterious. , It's a pity that most of them have been lost, otherwise the Middle-earth cultivation techniques may not be unique in today's world. In the ancient world, many powerful thaumaturgy techniques have been lost in the long river of history, but they have been passed down. one out of ten
Second, it’s such a pity. "
The magic arrows of the elves must have originated from the witchcraft of southern Xinjiang. Ye Xiaochuan suddenly felt a little sad, because the interruption of this inheritance was mostly man-made. Just like today's cultivation techniques in Middle-earth, the sects cherish each other's secrets, which leads to endless battles. Cangyun Sect has only been established for four thousand years, and many of the true magical powers have been lost. If Ye Xiaochuan had not dedicated twenty-one true magical powers back then, Cangyun Sect would not have survived in ten years.
It was so glorious and prosperous inside. Thousands of years ago, the Shushan sect, the largest sect in the world, was destroyed. Ye Xiaochuan did not think that a Liuhe mirror could destroy an ancient giant sect. The Liuhe mirror was probably just a primer. The Shushan sect was attacked by countless sects in the world at that time. Among them, the leader is the great monk from Mount Wutai and the former
Japanese Kunlun Sect.
If the Shushan Sect had not perished, with the many arrangements made by Senior Evil God, the main battlefield of the catastrophic battle of six thousand years must have been at Samsara Peak, not the sacred mountain of Kunlun Mountain. The human world may not have the power to resolve that catastrophe.
A wise man once said that one human being is like a tiger, and three human beings are like a worm. This sentence truly reflects the ugly desires of human beings.
Seeing the magic arrows cast by the elves tonight, Ye Xiaochuan thought of the decline of witchcraft in southern Xinjiang, and felt regretful and lamented in his heart.
The majestic southern Xinjiang witchcraft was not passed down in southern Xinjiang, but was passed down tens of thousands of miles away in northern Xinjiang. This has to be said to be a great irony.
The magic feather arrows of the elves barely blocked the attack of more than a dozen poisonous wasps, but at this time, countless strange bird-men with huge wings appeared in the night sky.
The leader was a birdman with snow-white feathers, holding a long white sword, and shouted: "Zi Shu, it's fine if you take the elves away from the sacred tree tonight, otherwise, I will destroy your entire clan!"
Perhaps because of the language barrier, the birdman actually spoke the language of Middle-earth.
Chief Zi Shu was suspended in front of the huge bronze door. She said word by word: "Yu Huang, I didn't expect that your Feiyu clan would collude with the human cultivators of Middle-earth. Aren't you afraid of being punished by the six-armed demon god?"
The white-winged Yu Huang laughed and said: "The six-armed demon god is the god of our northern border. You foreigners from the southern border are also worthy of mentioning the name of the demon god? I ask you again, will you surrender?"
Zi Shu would certainly not surrender. After tens of thousands of years of grievances with the Feiyu clan, once she surrendered, there would be no way out.
Her little hand grabbed in the air, and suddenly a strange light shot out from the huge bronze door behind her. The two huge bronze doors, which originally had only a gap, made a creaking sound, and the bronze door was slowly pushed open by a mysterious force!
The strange light wrapped a plain bow, slowly flew out from the altar behind the huge bronze door, and finally fell into the hands of the chief of the Zishu tribe. Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou looked up and saw clearly that the bow seemed to be the crossbow in the hands of the jade statue of the elf tribe in the altar.