"Greetings to Uncle Hao from the human race.
I didn't know that Uncle Hao was coming.
Wuya was terrified.
The children in the tribe were naughty and asked Uncle Hao not to blame him.
Wearing a white robe and with crystal antlers on his head, Wei Wuya bowed to Qingyang Huan with his hands covered with fine white down.
Following Wei Wuya's voice, dozens of pairs of big, bright eyes suddenly appeared in the surrounding ancient forest and grass.
Each eye was shining brightly, without any impurities or other colors.
Not only that, the snow-white figures in the surrounding ancient forest are gathering towards this place, with a little curiosity in their eyes.
"this" Seeing the tribesmen gathered all of a sudden, Wei Wuya looked startled and subconsciously looked towards Qingyang Huan, fearing that Qingyang Huan would be angry.
The battle outside Haoyuan had frightened him.
This was the world spirit.
A force that the clan cannot resist.
Fortunately, seeing Qingyang Huan's expression unchanged, he finally felt a little calmer.
Qingyang Huan saw white shadows in the dim ancient forest around him, as crystal clear as white jade.
Every pair of eyes shone with crystal.
There was no hustle and bustle of the world in these eyes, only a purity that made your soul quiet.
If he sees this kind of calmness in the eyes of a Jieling clansman, it will not shock him, but because the eyes of every Jieling clansman are crystal clear and uncontested, which is too disappointing.
People are shocked.
Even Wei Wuya, who was in charge of the clan in front of him, was very old.
Apart from age, there was no trace of greed or other expressions in his cloudy eyes.
Pairs of big eyes around him were sparkling with curiosity, curiosity about him, and even with the rustling of the grass, a one-foot-sized body from the World Spirit Tribe rolled into a ball and rolled in front of him.
The little guy seemed to be very scared, with anxiety and uneasiness in his big eyes.
He didn't know why he rolled out.
"Lord Hao Bo, the urchin in the clan" Seeing Qingyang Huan squatting down, Wei Wuya's mind reached its limit at this moment, secretly thinking that something was wrong.
"Me me me me me" Seeing Qing Yanghuan squat down and roll out, the big eyes of the little Jie Ling Tribe guy were filled with tears but they didn't dare to fall down.
His little body was trembling slightly, and he hugged himself into a ball and curled up.
With.
"What's your name, little guy?"
Qingyanghuan didn't pat its little head with his hand, just to scare it, but asked softly.
"Me me me me me" The little guy looked at Wei Wuya and then at Qingyang Huan, the tears in his big eyes could no longer stop.
"Wow" "Sir, the urchins in the clan are rude.
If you blame me, you should blame me.
It's because I didn't discipline you strictly."
"blame" Qingyang Huan immediately reacted and felt the nervous white figures around him.
He actually scared them.
Is he so scary?
At this moment, he couldn't help but reveal a wry smile.
Is he so ferocious and terrifying with such a sharp mouth and fangs?
"Ah Huan, the World Spirit Clan is the best at sensing the fluctuations emanating from warriors.
Please tell yourself how many kings you have killed."
Gui Buxian lay next to his ear and said to Qingyang Huan.
Such a pure family All right Qingyang Huan thought he was not a murderer, but he was defeated by the ignorant and innocent eyes of the little guy in front of him.
Then he looked at Gu Buxian on his shoulder, and he was really comparing the goods.
"Ah Huan, what do you mean?"
This glance was caught by Gui Buxian, and Master Gui was immediately dissatisfied and almost jumped up.
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"It doesn't matter."
Qing Yanghuan waved his hand and said to Wei Wuya.
Feeling that Qingyang Huan was really lifeless, Wei Wuya couldn't help but feel relieved.
In this short period of time, he felt like he had experienced a battle between heaven and man.
In the end, Qing Yanghuan did not comfort the crying little guy, but instead made the tears in the little guy's eyes flow uncontrollably. click At this moment, in the sky of Weijie, which was originally a clear sky, there were suddenly dense clouds, dark clouds and thick cumulus clouds, and purple lightning and silver light continued to explode in the thick clouds.
It's raining While he was talking, drops of rain fell down.
The harder the little guy cried, the heavier the rain got.
Finally, the rain on the sky washed down like a celestial river.
"Little ancestor, don't cry.
Don't cry.
The cave we live in is flooded."
"Little Ling'er, stop crying."
"Wow wow" "ah" In the rain, the little guy who had been scared to tears by Qing Yanghuan shook his head and cried loudly.
"Ah Huan, you scared it."
Gui Buxian curled his lips, the World Spirit Clan was really weird, it actually caused some strange phenomena in the world.
At this moment, a group of members of the Jieling Tribe ignored Qingyang Huan's presence and gathered around the little guy, persuading each other.
"I want to eat alexandrite bamboo shoots, wow."
"I'll dig it."
"Wow wow wow I wish I were Ice Spirit Grass."
"I'll go to the mountains to find Ice Spirit Grass for you."
"I still want to eat the spiritual fruit, wuwuwu."
"My lord is laughing, my clan is my clan" At this moment, Wei Wuya, the leader of the clan, was a little speechless.
It seemed that he was guaranteed to have spiritual grass and spiritual fruit to eat.
The rain in the sky stopped and the little guy stopped crying.
However, when his big crystal eyes looked at Qingyang Huan, there was still a hint of timidity.
"Funny little guy."
A falling rain seemed to bring a baptism to Qingyang Huan, and the anxiety and fetters originating from his soul became much darker for a while.
Soon, Qingyanghuan and Wei Wuya headed towards an ancient mountain in the depths, while Gui Buxian slipped off his shoulder and headed towards the Jieling ethnic group.
He became more and more interested in this ethnic group.
In fact, not only Gui Buxian, but even Qingyang Huan also took a keen interest in this ethnic group at this moment.
This ethnic group is too pure, has no fight with the world, and integrates into the world, but it seems that it is unwilling to be contaminated by killing.
"Lord Hao Bo."
Following Qingyang Huan, we came to the top of the ancient mountain.
It was very far away from the ancient city in the center of Weijie, and the surrounding sky was very windy.
"Follow me, Haoyuan, from now on, and I will protect you."
If it was because Gui Buxian had something to say before, now Qingyanghuan himself has become interested in this ethnic group.
The World Spirit Clan is like a pure true spirit in the world, with no desires or desires.
A pair of pure big eyes, not contaminated by the hustle and bustle of the world, make people feel at ease.
"Thank you, Mr.
Hao Bo."
His expression was slightly startled.
At this moment, Wei Wuya bowed deeply.
Just as the Bull Demon King of the Dayong tribe had thought, Wei Wuya also felt that Qingyang Huan only dared to act so openly and justly because he had received an order from the human race.
Occupy the sacred tree domain.
Being able to rely on the big tree of the human race, the World Spirit Clan is better than wandering alone.
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Just as Qingyang Huan thought, because the World Spirit Clan is pure, they can feel the floating atmosphere between heaven and earth.
Even though they were cursed by blood because of their ancestors' unauthorized practice of demonic arts, some instincts still existed, and they could feel the increasingly violent aura between heaven and earth.
If there are more disputes between heaven and earth, the aura of violence will become stronger and stronger, which also means that the world will become more unstable.
After burning the incense, Qingyang Huan was about to leave Weijie.
At this time, the little guy who was scared to tears by him stood on a big tree, looking at him from a distance, with timidity shining in his big eyes.
But at this moment, the little guy was holding a half-foot-sized bamboo shoot as purple as glass in his mouth, and was biting it with his sharp little teeth.
"Well, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, are going to kill me."
This time, the little guy named Ling'er didn't cry, but he said something that made Qingyang Huan dumbfounded.
He already knows that the little guy in front of him is the purest descendant of the World Spirit Clan born today.
It is not just any member of the World Spirit Clan who will make it rain heavily whenever he cries.
Only this little guy can do that.
Buzz Then thousands of divine lights appeared in Qingyang Huan's hands, and the Taoism that filled the void around him appeared.
Seeing Qingyang Huan like this, the little guy wanted to run away, but he felt that Qingyang Huan had no ill intentions.
He still stopped his little feet, but his big eyes were full of timidity, and the jade bamboo shoots fell out of his mouth. buzz buzz As Qingyang Huan held the magic formula in his hand, one after another magic appeared.
He picked out the spear magic and the killing magic.
Based on the Wujiang Tao, and with the help of other magic skills, he formed a contamination in his hand.
The bell that has lost a trace of his own blood.
Jingle bell bell.
Then the bell was hung around the little guy's neck before he could react.
It was an amulet that contained the power of Qingyang Huan's own blow.
He himself didn't know why he did this, it was just like this.
The little guy felt very awkward about the sudden addition of a bell on his body.
He kept stretching out his two front hooves to catch it, but he couldn't get it off at all.
When it raised its head, it realized that it was letting him The frightened person disappeared. jingle bell jingle bell jingle bell In desperation, the little guy headed deep into the ancient forest, accompanied by a string of pleasant ringtones.
"Ah Huan, you have found a treasure now."
After leaving Weijie, Gui Buxian lay on Qingyang Huan's shoulder and said excitedly.
"Isn't that little guy?"
"Hey, how do you know?"
Gui Buxian was stunned and said, obviously not believing how Qingyang Huan could be so smart.
Bang Then Qing Yanghuan knocked on his turtle shell and said, "You found something, tell me quickly."
"That little fellow from the World Spirit Clan named Ling'er is about to return to his ancestor's bloodline.
It seems that Master Gui's guess is right."
"Even if the World Spirit Clan has been cursed, as a descendant of the auspicious energy of heaven and earth, how can it not be favored by heaven and earth?
Even if the curse is upon us now, whoever wants to harm this clan will inevitably be met with bad luck."
"Fortunately, you Ji Ling didn't try to subdue them like Da Rong.
If you used force, wouldn't it be a slap in the face of God?
How the heaven and the earth punish Lu Duan is also the business of the heaven and the earth.
It is the descendants of Lu Duan who fail to live up to their expectations.
If outsiders interfere, it will be a disaster.
These are a group of mascots.
Just support them.
Are you afraid that there will be no good at all?"
Gui Buxian smiled slyly, stared at Qingyang Huan, and said: "Master Gui knows that you have guessed it, and he is indeed a member of the same group
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