In late autumn, the night rain, the heavy mountain gorge is sad and dismal in the cold smoke.

Deep in the mountains, figures held up torches, stood silently, and the dark straw raincoat was swept by the wind and rain.

Barrey stood in front, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, staring at the distance. The fire was swaying, the shadows of the forest were everywhere, the mountain roads were light and dark, and twisted like snakes.

"Master Wu Wu, why haven't the distinguished guest come yet? Didn't you say you must be here today?" Behind Barre, a skinny old man shivered and his neck shrank into the furry fox collar. Looking around, the mountain road was still empty and there was no one.

"Ge, are you anxious? It's not even over yet!" Barre raised his thick eyebrows, his voice was as thunderous as thunder, and his golden earrings shook. He was in his prime, with his leopard head and eyes, and his bare feet standing on the cold rocks. The tiger-skinned jacket was open freely, revealing his muscled chest. The cold rain fell on him, evaporating into wisps of white steam, floating away.

The old man's face froze and he forced a smile out: "What Master Wu Wu said is, let's wait a little longer, wait a little longer."

Barre glanced at the old man and slapped him: "Zhi You, you are too old, how long can you wait?" He waved his palm with a palm fan's size, "Master Wu Ji is too weak and can't stand the wind and cold. Why don't you help him down and take a break quickly? Ge, if I freeze him to death, I have to pick another Wu Ji out, it's a problem!"

Two figures came out and supported the old man's arms.

"Master Wuwu, you--" A hint of resentment surged from Zhi You's face, trying to break away, but when he touched Barre's cold eyes, his straight back hunched down again.

An old dog with teeth lost his courage even a few times! Barre sneered silently and looked around everyone. The colorful patterns on the corners of his eyes were reflected in the flames. After ten years of hard work, he finally held the power of the entire witch clan in his hand. The Wu Jizhiyou, who had a similar status in the past, is now at his control.

As for the fifteen-year-old heir of the patriarch, a little boy who spends life and enjoys life, has long been disliked by the whole clan and has become a prodigal son.

"Bang!" A loud bang suddenly came from the depths of the mountain path.

Barre looked from afar and a huge black shadow flashed in the vast mountains and forests.

The witch clan members were shocked, and suddenly, the black shadow disappeared. Everyone thought they were dazzled, but in the blink of an eye, a huge black shadow appeared on the rock again.

"Bang-Bang-Bang!" The loud noise gradually approached, and the heavy footsteps made the plants and trees shaking violently along the way. Everyone shook the torches and looked at it carefully. The black shadows reflected on the nearby mountain walls, about ten feet high, like a terrifying monster, coming fiercely.

"Master Wuwu..." Bare's confidant Bare took a quick step and blocked Bare. He had a short hunchback, a gait nose, and his squinting eyes shone with fierce light. Bare's original name was Zhilang, and he was an orphan brought back from the wolf's den by the former patriarch Zhino. After Zhiye's death, Bare's first defection to Wuwubare, regarded him as his father, changed his surname to Ba, and became Barre's number one loyal dog.

"Don't panic." Barre's face remained calm, his voice as steady as a rock.

The huge black shadow turned into the mountain road, and its face became clearer and clearer.

It was a dark green monster with a head like a badog, a waist like an iron pillar, and its eyes were as bright as a golden copper bell, revealing a burning and fierce light. It jumped step by step, and its huge feet covered with thick scales hit the ground, splashing a large bunch of mud and water.

"It's a mandrill!"

"Why is that big?"

"It must be a savage!"

"Fuck guy, chop it up!"

Everyone shouted and touched the knife on their waists. Balang leaned over slightly, ready to rush out to fight at any time.

Bare remained motionless, and a more fierce light flashed in his eyes than a mandrill.

His Thunder Witch's body refining four-sided sky has entered the third day's realm from the outside to the inside. The powerful witch power surged into his body, and before the raindrops touched the body, they were bounced away and splashed.

In the wilderness where monsters are everywhere and evil tribes are everywhere, only if they are strong, ruthless and courageous, can they survive.

"Are there people from the Witch Clan in front?" The mandrill suddenly stopped and made a low and soft sound. The volume was not loud, but it gathered but did not disperse, like a straight rain line, clearly put into everyone's ears.

The mandrill actually speaks human language! The crowd looked at each other, shocked and suspicious.

"That's right, this is the Bailing Mountain of our witch clan. Which one are you?" Barre came out and shouted in a deep voice.

A little less than half an inch suddenly emerged from the mandrill's long ears, and the sound was made from the little man's mouth.

"I am Prince Qiao, I'm sorry, you'll wait for a long time." The villain jumped up to the top of the mandrill, stood with his hands behind his back, and grew in the wind, turning into a gentle man in feathered clothes and starry sky.

He was about forty years old, with a jade citrus tied with his waist and snow beads. He had a slender figure and a shiny skin. His eyes occasionally flashed, and he shot out with a charming look.

At this moment, it was just half way through midnight, and it was a line of alternating day and night.

Barre's eyes flashed and he laughed and went up to him: "Hahahaha, it turns out that the distinguished guest has arrived! Mom, I scared us just now. I didn't expect that even the savage mandrills could be conquered. He is worthy of being the first priest in the world! I admire him so much that I admire you!"

Prince Qiao twisted his beard and smiled, and landed on the ground. With a "thump", the mandrill fell to the sky. When he looked closely, he saw that there was no mandrill? It was just a half-shot tree stump.

The witch clan members stared at the rotten wooden stakes and came to their senses for a while.

"Sir, good methods!" Barre couldn't help but be stunned. The wilderness used martial arts to compete for power, relying on swords and fists to resist. How could he have seen such a magical method?

"What's the point of being a little trick?" Wang Ziqiao said wildly, "The wilderness hides dragons and lies in the creeping tigers, and the magical techniques are emerging one after another, and it may not be much worse than Wang."

"Sir, you are so polite. If you can ask for help from sir this time, our witch tribe is lucky." Barret clan clan clan clan clan clan clan clan moved in sequence, coiled around the sides of the mountain road, forming a nine-curve welcome formation.

"Welcome to the guests with a knife!" Barre shouted to the sky, the sound of the forest was shaken, and the sound of wind and rain was quiet.

"Clang clang clang!" A sharp knife was unsheathed, and the cold light captured people, forming an interlaced knife corridor in front of Prince Qiao.

"Is this one of the nine rituals passed down by the old witch clan?" Wang Ziqiao looked at the knife corridor and asked calmly.

"Yes, sir, have a good experience. Don't be too lazy. The witch clan of my lineage has only passed the sword ceremony. The complete nine witch clan rituals are only available in the witch clan of Tianhuang." Barre's tone showed a hint of unwillingness. Eight hundred years ago, the witch clan of Tianhuang was in civil turmoil. Their group escaped from disaster and had to struggle to survive in the wild and evil mountains and terrain.

One day, Barre will fight back to heaven and regain his clan power.

"The nobles can pass the sword gifts, which is also the direct inheritance of the witch lineage, and their bloodline is pure." Prince Qiao nodded slightly and walked forward. Suddenly, the blade flew up and down, and the sharp sword light almost rose and fell against Prince Qiao, reflecting his eyebrows and hair.

Prince Qiao seemed to have never seen her, and she kept walking through the knife forest. She also took a torch and shook it: "This should be a torch made of endless wood. This wood is black and shiny, full of oil. Once ignited, it will be difficult to destroy the wind and rain. It is said that it is transformed from the corpse of the three-legged golden crow."

"Hehe, I have never seen any of the three-legged golden crows with my own eyes. Most of them were nonsense by the ancestors of the witch line." Barre's gaze faintly swept over Prince Qiao, and he was secretly shocked. Even a first-class martial arts master would have the most natural reaction in the face of the wave of the blade, pupils, heartbeat, and pores in his skin. However, Prince Qiao was indifferent and showed no signs on his body.

The alchemist is indeed unfathomable!

"That may not be. Why not be so great about the Eight Desolations?" Prince Qiao said as he walked, "What's more, the three-legged golden crow, the six-eared macaque, the eight-winged golden cicada, and the nine-headed infant snake are listed as the four great witch spirits sacrificed by the witch clan. There is no record in the noble's classics, right?"

Barre's heart was slightly moved. Could this be the purpose of Prince Qiao's trip? This person is famous all over the world and is very popular. Wherever he goes, all the families of various countries welcome him. He made a heavy reward at the beginning, but he was not sure whether he could invite Prince Qiao to travel thousands of miles to the wilderness. Half a month ago, he received a message from the other party's paper crane and decided on the meeting.

"The four great witch spirits are just playing during sacrifices, and no one will take them seriously! However, if you are interested in the four great witch spirits, you can read the books in this clan casually. Even if you take them away, it doesn't matter." Barrey pondered the other party's intentions and tentatively said. Perhaps the alchemist likes to study some strange and absurd things. Anyway, the most wise martial arts script of this clan, "Thunder Witch Refining the Body Four-Stand Heaven", has long been memorized and destroyed by him, and the rest are miscellaneous notes such as the history and customs of the witch clan.

"Then I would like to thank Master Wu Wu for your kindness." Wang Ziqiao said unanimously. At this time, the sword light became more and more urgent, and he was wrapped in a dazzling light.

Suddenly, the sword lights in the sky condensed and disappeared one after another. Before he knew it, Wang Ziqiao had already walked through the knife corridor and walked forward. The road was cut off, and it was a cliff.

Prince Qiao couldn't help but stop.

"Sir, please!" Barre's voice came from behind.

"Please, VIP!" The witch clan members shouted in unison.

Prince Qiao was slightly stunned and his thoughts turned dark. Since ancient times, the witch clan was unruly, and the sword ceremony was not only a kind of etiquette for welcoming guests, but also a kind of prestige and test. In other words, if you want to be my VIP, it depends on whether you are brave enough!

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!" The witch clan members danced their swords again, and the blades frequently fought each other, and the sound of Qingyue sounded, and the music of the palace, Shang, Jiao, Zheng and Yu continued to turn and rise, forming a majestic ancient song.

"Powerful,

Knife clang.

He is brave,

It’s better to break than bend!"

The witch clan members welcomed the song Gaohe, and the desolate and hoarse singing stormed with the wind, causing wild beasts in the deep mountains to howl.

"It's better to break than bend." Prince Qiao felt something. The clouds and mist were covered with under the cliff, and it was unfathomable. The bitter mountain wind blew his robe and sleeves flew.
Chapter completed!