The clan leader was not too entangled with the witch's injuries. This was related to the Lingzhu. It was obviously a fight between gods and immortals. The clan leader really didn't want to get involved in the confrontation between Lingzhu and Lingbutterfly. This was a fear of avoiding it. There was no reason to take the initiative to get up.

"Catch the boar."

I saw several young and strong people chasing the wild boar.

That is the only remaining fruit of the Bamboo Tribe. In addition, it is really the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled.

The young and strong siege and kill wild boars, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

"Did the wild boar really break free from the rope? If it's just a coincidence, it's okay, I'm afraid there's something inside."

The patriarch said to himself, and then his back felt cold and he didn't dare to delve into it.

I really can't continue thinking about it. If the wild boar was moved by the spirit butterfly, wouldn't it mean that the spirit butterfly can no longer tolerate the witch?

But with his head covered and pretending to turn a blind eye, would he sit and watch the witch fall into danger? The patriarch's heart trembled, and he wanted to say something, but if he offended the spirit butterfly, what kind of evil consequences would be brought about, it is really possible.

Once you are about to make a mistake, you may be able to bring the bamboo tribe into the abyss. Since you have become a 25-year-old boy, how can you offend the spirit butterfly at this moment? The clan leader cannot turn around, otherwise the many tortures he has experienced before will be in vain.

"There is still movement in Lingzhu, so it should be able to protect the witch, right?"

The patriarch could only comfort himself like this. Obviously, the entire tribe was too weak in the face of such power and was unable to participate. Any thoughts in his heart were irrelevant.

The patriarch was a little lost and felt that there were two tit-for-tat forces, just like a volcano that accumulated strength, which would erupt at any time.

"Is the Lingzhu and the Lingbutterfly about to fight?"

The patriarch and the witch looked at each other and soon understood each other's thoughts. The patriarch stepped forward and stood in front of the witch.

"What does the patriarch mean?"

The witch had a faint expression and was quite cold to the patriarch.

"The witch understands it in her heart."

As soon as the patriarch finished speaking, he felt that such words were not suitable for other people in the Zhu tribe to hear. After all, it seemed like an internal strife with Wu Sheng. He hurriedly added: "Wu was quite frightened. Find a place to rest first, and wait until the wild boar is caught before continuing the sacrifice."

The wild boar was running for life, rushing left and right, and it was really difficult to catch for a while.

The wu snorted coldly and looked at the altar. Seeing that the clan leader was a little nervous, he turned around and found a bamboo chair to sit down.

This was intentional, and the patriarch smiled bitterly in his heart. Obviously, the witch was not stupid, and he knew that the current situation could not be involved, so he could only watch.

"This great sacrifice seems to have restored Lingzhu very quickly."

Ye Chen's heart moved slightly, "You can't sit still. Even if you have to pay a heavy price, you must strike hard and remove hidden dangers. If time is delayed for a long time, it will be hopeless and irreparable for manpower."

On the altar, the phantom of the spirit bamboo swayed, and it was covered with scarlet flames, as if bathed in endless blood. The light was vast and full of vitality.

I saw golden halos covering the sky and the earth, which were the rolling incense and wishes pouring over the shadow of the spiritual bamboo.

The bamboo branches withered, looked dark on the outside, withered leaves, and only the branches stood proudly.

The leaves fall yellow and spread under the trees and fall into mud.

"Click!"

A piece of dry bamboo branch was torn apart and tender buds were drawn out from it. The tender buds were green and were about to emerge.

Lingzhu is transforming, but at this critical juncture, she still lacks some luck.

Ye Chen seemed to be thinking, then lowered his eyes and looked deep in the peach forest. The peach blossoms were particularly bright and beautiful against the backdrop of the green green leaves.

But there is only a huge peach tree, although its body is charred, but it is the most conspicuous.

The branches and leaves on it are decaying, and a peach blossom gathers its last vitality and ushers in new life in ruins.

The peach blossoms swayed in the wind, as if they were making a laugh.

"Ning Taohua!"

There seems to be stars and moons in Ye Chen's eyes, reflecting the old scenery, and the butterflies fallen flowers, which are very suitable for each other, vaguely like yesterday, and their moods are different. If it is not necessary, Ye Chen would not want to deal with Ning Taohua too much.

"I met Ning Taohua for the first time. That should be the beginning of deflection in fate, but is all this within your expectations?"

Ye Chen was quite afraid. If someone had already decided on your fate, how could he not be shocked by this?

I saw peach blossoms blowing down into the tribe.

The wind blows a sea of ​​flowers, as if a god whips away the sea, peach blossoms fall one after another, and the rain of flowers suddenly comes, causing people in the tribe to cheer and excite.

"This is a good omen."

When the high sacrifice is over, such a change should be the appearance of the totem?

"Shut up and don't make noise."

The witch rebuked, and the tribes were immediately like quails and dared not say anything more.

Wu Yi looked worried. This is definitely not a good omen. Peach blossoms and miasma are inseparable. Before this, the spirit butterfly came over with the sea of ​​fog. At this time, this change is probably related to the spirit butterfly. Unfortunately, the witch cannot change anything.

After all, in this totem contest, only Lingzhu and Lingbutterfly make a move, while Wu, now he is not even a chess piece.

A spirit butterfly dances gracefully, and a dream appears. It is the virtual world, turning the altar into an independent world.

The phantom of the spirit bamboo was unable to escape. In the dream, he struggled desperately. As the golden light fell, many bamboo branches were radiating green on the phantom of the spirit bamboo, crisscrossing and expanding in all directions, and soon merged into a bamboo forest.

The bamboo forest is green, and the straight thin bamboo is like a sword. The thin bamboo stretches out and the endless green light fills the world.

The tender green light is vast, like a vast sea, with endless green waves rising and falling one after another.

The spirit butterfly flapped its wings and flew through the bamboo forest. The bamboo leaves were chaotic and the sky was dark. Everything seemed to be covered with a layer of gray gauze. Wherever the spirit butterfly passed, peach blossoms actually bloomed silently in the void.

Peach blossoms are scattered, but they are like knives. Once they touch the bamboo forest, the thin bamboo is like tofu and is cut open in an instant.

The phantom of the spirit bamboo retreated step by step, as if it would completely squeeze out from the virtual world at any time, like a candle in the wind, the candle flame was twisted, blown away, and was about to go out, and suddenly shone back. The flame was bright and the raging flame became the stars in the night sky, and the torch was held high, igniting this dream forever.

In the entire virtual world, red light spread out and turned into a fire domain. At this time, the world was shaking together, and cracks appeared. The virtual world was already very fragile and seemed to be about to be torn apart.

It was the phantom of the Lingzhu who used the power of incense and saw endless fires spreading out from the world.

The fire surging, flowing vastly, pouring out, turning into thousands of fire snakes, twisting in the void.

"sucker Punch."

Ye Chen would rather cut off his own arm than get rid of hidden dangers first.

I saw that in the virtual world, there were suddenly peach trees rooted in the soil, all of which were false, but in the virtual world, the boundaries between true and false were confused. At this time, peach blossoms were blooming on the peach trees, with a trace of flower fragrance, which was as lingering as water, filling the world.
Chapter completed!