Dark clouds, lightning, heavy rain, strong wind, and various weathers appeared on the Feather Snake Tribe. At the same time, a giant python that was more than ten feet long rolled in the dark clouds.

The giant python was snow-white all over, with no scales on its body, only white feathers. However, at this moment, there was no peaceful atmosphere on these holy feathers. Lightning was circulating on the feathers, and the feathers were filled with cold light, exuding a heart-pounding and arrogant aura that was thrusting.

"You are looking for death!" The giant python looked at the figure not far away, and the light flashed from time to time in the deep snake's eyes, as if hundreds of thunder flashed in it. Their crimson teeth appeared with their open mouths, like sharp swords, with murderous intent.

"If you were in your heyday, I would have been sure to defeat you in your territory. Unfortunately, now you have been seriously injured, so why fight with me?" Yuan Qingwei said, and the small hammer-shaped magic weapon flew out, carrying the thick earth aura of the carrier, and hit the feather snake.

The angry feather snake roared, and its long snake body was scattered in the sky. The feathers stood up slightly, and the lightning floated, gathered in its mouth, and finally turned into a thunder to knock the small hammer away.

Immediately afterwards, the huge snake turned, and a more violent hurricane fell, carrying heavy rainfall.

These rains seem simple, but in fact they contain the divine power of feather snakes. They fall on the trees, and the branches and leaves of the trees break, fall on the stone, and make small pits.

"It's useless!" Yuan Qingwei didn't care much about this. He stretched out his hand and a green glow appeared. He started with a banner. The green glow was embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns. With a shimmer, layers of glow appeared, pressing down the hurricane that was blowing.

Then the flags hung high above them, and the auspicious cloud patterns and rays on the surface responded, guiding all the airflows close to Yuan Qingwei, diverting the hurricane and rainwater.

With a move, the little hammer flew back, pointed his finger and attacked again. At the same time, Yuan Qingwei followed up against the wind, and the little hammer was knocked away again. The long sleeves danced, and the golden light flashed, and the long sleeves with a faint golden light passed by the feather snake's waist. The white feathers broke and the silver blood splashed. Strangely, the blood had not yet reached the ground, but had evaporated in the air, turning into large areas of thick clouds and fog surrounding the feather snake.

"So you are the spirit of clouds and mist? No wonder you are respected as the god of wind and rain and climate. Unfortunately, things like clouds and mist are unstable. If you cannot overcome this, it will be difficult to go further." Yuan Qingwei pretended to be surprised and pointed out the other party's origin casually, and then sarcastically said, and then continued to drive the little hammer to beat the feather snake.

The feathered snake that was pointed out was naturally not to be outdone. The snake's tail was swung, and the feathers on it flew out like a sharp sword. Accompanied by the storm, after approaching Yuan Qingwei, he ignored the banners on the top and strangled towards Yuan Qingwei.

The mirror of the heart lake is hanging high, and the changes around it cannot be hidden from Yuan Qingwei's heart. With a thought, the golden wisp clothes danced with the long sleeves, attached to the sleeves, cutting off the falling feathers. At the same time, Yuan Qingwei's five fingers were bent, and lightning was flowing at the fingertips, just like a spiritual crane exploring its claws. A ray of lightning splashed out and hit the feather snake's eyebrows.

However, the feather snake realized something was wrong earlier. At the same time as the lightning fell, its body suddenly exploded, turning into clouds and scattered, gathering again on the edge of the dark clouds. It looked at Yuan Qingwei vigilantly, and it could feel that the thunder authority that Yuan Qingwei had mastered was much more powerful than the unicorn crocodile.

When the aura of the same tree king disappeared, the terrifying thunder scent flowing in the sky was extremely similar.

The feather snake, whose incarnation was swallowed and was not sure what happened to Yin Shi, said in a little surrender: "Your strength is not bad, but if you fight hard, we may end up with both sides. If you are willing, I can help you convince the other four guys to replace the tree king. What do you think?"

"The territory of the Tree King is too small, and it is mostly jungle, which is not suitable for my believers' lives. I think your territory and the Tree King's territory are just right together." Although I don't know why the other party suddenly fears himself, Yuan Qingwei, who had already made some decisions, was unwilling to miss this opportunity. The Nine Sky Ribbons in Qingwei Palace slowly rotated, and the incomplete thunder authority turned into thunder seal script under the indoctrination of divine power, flying all over the sky. In the collision, an electric arc of thunder was generated in Qingwei Palace.

The thunder carried the replica of the power of the heaven, followed Qingwei's divine power and fell into Yuan Qingwei's body. With his actions, lightning evolved into waves of lightning to hit the feather snake.

How dare the feather snake with fear take the lead? It was constantly transforming into clouds and mist and began to dodge left and right. Yuan Qingwei's several attacks returned in vain, and then recalled Xiao Hammer again.

The lightning condensed on the small hammer and turned into mysterious and delicate thunderbolts covering the surface of the small hammer. After throwing it out, the thunder burst into thunder in the palm of the hand to restrain the feather snake. The feather snake was unable to avoid it and was hit by the small hammer pulled by the lightning. The thunder contained a trace of magnificent and unpredictable power, and the feather snake was stunned for a moment.

Yuan Qingwei, who was chasing the victory, quickly stepped forward, slapped the feather snake's head with a palm, disintegrated its head into a cloud of mist, waved the blue flag to swallow it, and then when the feather snake wanted to resist, it attracted the remaining power of the sky in the golden ribbon of the nine sky, forcibly suppressing the feather snake's will. When it was deprived of its authority, it also transformed its body into the flag little by little.

"O my god, accept the offerings we are waiting for..." After a loud shout, ancient sacrificial songs came from the tribe below, and then blood light rose and merged into the feather snake suppressed by Yuan Qingwei. Its originally white body was instantly dyed with a trace of blood, and then began to struggle violently.

"Useless work!" Yuan Qing sneered slightly, and the power of the Jiuxiao Golden Scarf continued to fall, stripping away the authority of wind, rain and climate from the feather snake. No matter how the wizards below sacrificed their slaves blood, or even sacrificed themselves, they could not save the ending of the feather snake's death.

As the last bit of power of the feather snake was absorbed by the Jiuxiao Jinshou, the remaining wizard below let out a scream, and then the dense tattoos on his body and some decorations he wore with him emitted black air. Wild beasts and even the phantoms of slaves appeared in the black air, and then roared into his body from the wizard's seven orifices.

The wizard screamed and fell to the ground, rolling constantly, and his body continued to wither and rot. It soon became a pile of dead bones, and he could not die any more.

At the same time, many powerful warriors in the tribe who also had tattoos screamed, and black aura gushed out of their various tattoos, and the shadows of various ferocious beasts appeared, constantly plundering the warrior's flesh and blood.

With a few breaths, the combat power of the entire Feather Snake Tribe disappeared by 99%.

Yuan Qingwei stepped forward and looked at a thin, young wizard, reaching out a little in his fearful gaze.

Qinghui flowed out of his fingers and fell into the wizard's eyebrows. The next moment he fell to his knees on the ground and shouted, "Keep at my god..."
Chapter completed!