The fog is thick, and then it wanders in the void like a trickle. The spirit butterfly is the center of the endless sea of ​​fog, causing the fog to gather and disperse, drawing paintings.

As the scroll unfolds, it can be seen that there are people from the Bamboo Tribe who are hunting, fighting, fighting with wild beasts, carrying huge corpses of wild beasts, and finally coming to the Bamboo Tribe.

Wu's face changed, staring at the scroll, which was the clan members immersed in their dreams. Wu had some impression of the picture. Sure enough, Wu soon saw his figure.

"The clan's great sacrifice."

Now it is normal to appear in the scroll. It is called a dream, but in fact it is the display of past memories. But soon, the picture in the scroll is changing and advancing rapidly. When it comes to the great sacrifice, it can be seen that on the altar, a spiritual bamboo sways and a spiritual butterfly circling.

The witch staggered and almost fell from the altar. Fortunately, she calmed down her mind. Otherwise, the altar would have three feet high and there would be no good results if it fell down.

The witch pointed at the spirit butterfly, full of indignation.

"You twisted the consciousness of the tribe, making the tribe feel that the totem not only has spiritual bamboos, but also your spiritual butterfly, but what is fake is fake. Aren't you afraid that this illusion will be exposed one day? If you are backfired by incense, you will definitely be doomed."

Ye Chen looked at the witch, and murderous intent surged in his heart, "I didn't expect that after the memory was twisted, you could still remain awake. What a pity, the hero and my enemy, if you can become a witch, you must have extraordinary points. If you can't use it for me, you can only cut it off with tears."

Ye Chen was a little regretful, but when he was murderous, he didn't hesitate at all.

The incense power was surging, and a faint golden light emerged in front of Ye Chen. The golden light gathered and turned into a river to turbulently. Above the river, there was sparkling water light, like the waves of eyes, the moonlight was like frost. At this time, the sunset disappeared, the dusk mist was dull, sparse stars were embedded in the sky, and the waning moon was hanging high.

The silver moonlight uses bamboo as the pen and the boundless night as the pen to render a static landscape, and the bamboo forest sways and rusts.

Then the incense will power condensed and turned into a golden long sword. The sword light roared and soared into the sky, like golden lightning breaking through the sea of ​​fog, and the lightning tear opens the heavy fog.

The clouds and mist gather and disperse, appearing and disappearing, like fish scales, and like folds of brocade.

The entire bamboo tribe is shrouded in such a fog, and the original bamboo houses, bluestones, and flowing water are all hidden in the vast sea of ​​fog.

Ye Chen's attack, wielding away the fog, with cold murderous intent, made Wu cold all over, as if he was locked by a poisonous snake, and his face was creepy. Wu was not afraid of death, but he was unwilling to accept it.

The sound of bamboo flutes suddenly appeared, and then there was a golden flame flowing on the bamboo flute, mixed with a hint of black air.

Ye Chen was shocked and felt quite ridiculous. At this point, can the totem still cheat the zombie? This is really unimaginable.

The bamboo flute escaped from the witch's hand and floated in the air, and then the entire altar was glowing.

The witch showed joy on her face, "The totem is still alive."

As soon as the words fell, the bamboo flute cracked and fell to the ground.

Wu's face changed. When he watched the bamboo flute lose all its brilliance, the rising joy darkened again.

How could this happen? I just brought a little hope and was kicked into the abyss again. This is not as good as having no hope from the beginning.

Ye Chen was calm in his heart and did not dare to be careless. Ye Chen was not a witch and did not feel that danger was far away from it. The bamboo flute changed, and even if it was a flash of lightning, it would have to make a sound. This would be very loud and rainy, which was unlikely.

"Buzz!"

Sure enough, on the spiritual bamboo, bamboo branches withered and bamboo leaves drifted. The golden halos gathered on them, kneaded into a ball in the void, and turned into a phantom of the spiritual bamboo with its arms long.

The spiritual bamboo on the altar was completely withered, and it was obviously completely lost in vitality.

"It's the phantom of the spirit bamboo again."

Ye Chen was in a bad mood. He had seen this method before. If he hadn't cooperated with Ning Taohua, he might have fallen out of the way.

Totem is not easy to mess with, of course, this is also because Ye Chen is too weak.

"I consider that I am not strong enough, so I use peach blossom miasma to make up, and the spiritual butterfly's own natural magical powers to interpret dreams and reverse the reality and reality, thus distorting the consciousness of the people in the bamboo tribe, making them think that I am a totem. However, if I want to edit the spiritual bamboo at the memory level and directly replace it with me, this is not feasible, and the changes are too great."

"My only way is to put it on the spiritual bamboo, and with my figure, it has no effect on the spiritual bamboo. It's nothing more than an additional spiritual butterfly, at least it won't go wrong in terms of memory logic."

"My purpose has indeed been achieved. The consciousness of those people from the bamboo tribe was distorted. But I thought that the spiritual bamboo had withered, but I didn't expect it to be able to cheat the zombie. It was beyond my expectations. This could not allow Ning Taohua to take action."

Ye Chen was very afraid of Ning Taohua. Without any necessity, Ye Chen didn't want to have too much interaction with Ning Taohua.

"But the phantom of this spiritual bamboo is much smaller, only with long arms and severe shrinkage, and the threat it brings to me is not that great."

Ye Chen reacted and although he was still vigilant, he did not think that Lingzhu could not be dealt with. Perhaps in the heyday of Lingzhu, Ye Chen needed to retreat, but now, the tiger's butt cannot be touched.

"If I keep seizing those incense vows, even if Lingzhu has a backup plan, it will be useless."

Ye Chen had secretly taken down some of the incense powers belonging to Lingzhu, which made Lingzhu unbearable. Lingzhu still had some spirituality that had not been erased. This was not dead. If Ye Chen did not come, when Lingzhu took a breath, it would be possible that it would be rekindled, but there was no such thing in the world. Ye Chen had become Lingzhu's disaster.

If the incense will power is gone, Lingzhu will be killed directly and will never be able to rescue it. Now it is the incense will power that is hanging Lingzhu's life.

Under normal circumstances, no one can rob other people of incense and vows. Even if Ye Chen distorts the consciousness of his clan members, it can only be said that the tribe members will provide Ye Chen with some incense and vows.

Since the incense vows before this belonged to Lingzhu, Ye Chen had no reason to use it. However, Ye Chen was not a common sense existence, and it was not impossible to do something incredible.

"Ning Taohua had taken action, but Lingzhu could still struggle. Is this intentional way to keep one move? Or is it that a favor needs to be sold twice?"

Ye Chen thought of the huge peach tree in the peach forest. The tree's body was charred and it seemed to be struck by lightning. Its existence was too terrible. A peach blossom on the peach tree was in bud, and it seemed to usher in a new life.

Ye Chen endured the idea of ​​exploring the deeper and focused on the spiritual bamboo again. If the spiritual bamboo is very strong, there is no need to wait until now to jump out. He was forced to the edge of the cliff and had no way out, so he could only do this.

"Lingzhu is just struggling to death now. She is using her incense to fight against me with her strong actions, but the consciousness of those people from the bamboo tribe has been distorted by me. I have some confidence and may not lose."

The power of incense is transformed into violent flames. The spirit butterfly flapped its wings and was reborn in the flames, rolling up golden light and rushing towards the phantom of the spirit bamboo.

"boom!"

The most extreme collision occurred on the soul, and the fierce confrontation turned the incense wish into a one-time output shell. The phantom of the spirit bamboo became much darker, and the spirit butterfly did not get the best.
Chapter completed!