On the mountainside, not far from the Gold Black Mountain, a scrawny old man and a scrawny middle-aged man were standing side by side on a big tree, watching the fight between Ji Xia and Ji Shu.
The old man's upper body was bare. His deathly white skin was tattooed with dozens of venomous snakes baring their fangs with black paint. When he moved, all the venomous snakes seemed to be wriggling, looking extremely hideous and disgusting.
A two-foot long black snake coiled around the old man's neck, staring at the Gold Black Mountain with a pair of green eyes. The snake hissed from time to time, and the black horn on its forehead was shining brightly under the sunlight.
The scrawny middle-aged man was much taller than the old man beside him. He was wearing a tight soft armor made from black snakeskin, and carried an eight-feet-long sword on his back. His scrawny face twitched from time to time.
A three-feet-long horned serpent was resting its head on a tree branch, with its tail coiled around the middle-aged man's waist. Just like the small snake coiled around the old man's neck, this horned serpent was staring at the Gold Black Mountain and the gigantic Fire Crows that were floating in the air.
Ji Shu was sent flying away by Ji Xia's heavy punch, and his body smashed into a mountain. The old man's scrawny, skeleton-like face twitched, he murmured in a low voice, "This Ji Xia, ten years ago, we failed to kill him in the sneak attack. In the future, he will be a big trouble for our Black Water Serpent Clan."
The middle-aged man knitted his eyebrows and clenched his fists, exerting his strength. His knuckles let out a series of cracking noises.
The old man sighed, and murmured: "Ten years ago, Ji Xia's Magus Acupoints were destroyed. I thought he was a useless man. I didn't expect that he would awaken so many Magus Acupoints. He is indeed a descendant of the Fire Crow Clan's Divine Magi. His potential is amazing. "
The middle-aged man snorted, gnashed his teeth and said: "So what if he is a descendant of the Fire Crow Clan's Divine Magi? Twenty-five years ago, we killed Ji Xia's father, along with seven of his brothers. Fifty years ago, we besieged and killed his grandfather, and all of his father's brothers were killed in that battle. "
The middle-aged man proudly raised his head, gnashed his teeth and said, "Now, Ji Xia is the only purest descendant of the Fire Crow Clan's Divine Magus! I, Black Water Jiao, will never let him live for another ten years. "
The old man nodded and said in a deep voice, "Jiao, we can't let Ji Xia live any longer. During the past ten years, under his leadership, the Fire Crow Clan has been pressing on our clan step by step. We have already lost quite a few of our best hunting grounds. This can't go on. "
Black Water Jiao stroked the serpent tail that was coiled around his waist and said: "So, I really want Ji Shu to be the leader of the Fire Crow Clan's warriors. Grandpa, although I don't like Ji Shu, I don't like Ji Xia even more!"
Black Water Jiao narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice: "My brother was killed by Ji Xia. I will tear his chest open with my own hands, dig out his heart, and offer it to the noble Black Water Serpent as an offering! "
The horned serpent raised its body, put its head on Black Water Jiao's shoulder, and licked Black Water Jiao's face with its black forked tongue.
Ji Shu trod on a fiery cloud and stood hundreds of feet above the ground. He was laughing out loud while holding the wooden stick, which was emitting a fiery light. The two-meter long wooden stick looked like a branch that had just been chopped off from a tree. The whole stick was green and fresh leaves were hanging on the tens of small branches.
The first impression that this wooden stick gave people was that it was full of vitality. It didn't look like a wooden stick at all. Instead, it looked like a tree that was still rooted in the ground, and contained an infinite amount of vitality.
Ji Shu gripped the wooden stick tightly and waved it. Along with a swooshing sound, a large amount of three-colored flame spurted out from the wooden stick. The three-colored flame looked like a piece of glass. The white flame was on the outermost layer, the cyan flame in the middle, and the red flame in the core. The three-colored flame transformed into a human-head-sized fireball and fell on the ground. Wherever the fireball touched, the rocks on the ground were instantly burned into smoke.
Ji Shu's body was wrapped by the scorching hot air. His body looked like a swaying shadow in the water, and couldn't be seen clearly with the naked eye.
The Fire Crow Clan's clansmen all started yelling. The flame released from the wooden stick was way too strong, way too scary. The power that was gushing out from the wooden stick was like a tsunami. The jungle within a radius of a hundred miles was shaking violently. The scorching hot air made the Fire Crow Clan's clansmen sweat profusely. Some people's hair and eyebrows were even set ablaze.
Ji Hao was stunned, staring at the wooden stick. Ji Shu had only been holding it in his hand, and hadn't even activated its power, but the power of this wooden stick had already covered an area with a radius of a hundred miles.
If Ji Shu used all of his power, this wooden stick would be able to kill all enemies within a hundred miles.
"What the hell is this?!" Ji Hao's heart tightened. He was worried about Ji Xia.
"Inherited Magic Treasure." Qing Fu stood behind Ji Hao and put her hands on Ji Hao's shoulders. Qing Fu's fingers were twitching. Her fingertips sank deep into Ji Hao's skin. Apparently, she was also extremely nervous.
"Inherited Magic Treasure, even the weakest inherited Magic Treasure can only be made by an extremely powerful Senior Magus, who has at least a hundred awakened Magus Acupoints. Every inherited magic treasure has to be nourished by generations of Senior Magi for at least a thousand years, and only after that, can it finally take shape. " Qing Fu murmured, "Any inherited Magic Treasure can increase the power of a Senior Magus by at least ten times."
Ji Hao's body tightened. He turned around and said in a low voice, "Abba... if Ji Shu's power is increased by ten times, then Abba..."
Qing Fu's face turned pale. She gnashed her teeth and said in a low voice, "Your Abba, of course he has his own inherited Magic Treasure. Hao, no matter what, you and your Abba are the purest descendants of the Fire Crow Clan's Divine Magi. But, but, this inherited Magic Treasure of Ji Shu is way too powerful. It shouldn't be in his hands. "
Ji Xia stood on the boiling lava and let out a deep growl. He waved his left hand and a shield, which was made from nine huge pieces of red dragon scales, flew out from the air and firmly clasped on his arm. Ji Xia clenched his right hand and a long spear appeared in his hand. The spear was made from a golden heart of mulberry tree, and the spearhead was made from a red dragon horn.
Holding the spear with one hand, Ji Xia knocked on the shield with all his strength and yelled, "Shu, come on!"
Ji Shu sneered, then bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the wooden staff. Along with a deep and resonant roar, tens of three-colored fiery phoenixes flew out of the wooden staff, each with a wingspan of over three-hundred meters. These phoenixes crazily swished towards Ji Xia while releasing thousands of meters long streams of flame and smoke.
Ji Shu's tall and sturdy body flashed across the air. He transformed into a sphere of fiery light and hid himself within the fiery phoenixes. He dashed to Ji Xia's front and swung the wooden staff towards Ji Xia's head.
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