On the small tree on the cliff, the magic crow transformed into a wisp of black smoke and was blown away by the roaring mountain wind.
In the Cold Stream Valley, Ji Hao leapt up from the ground and came to Qing Fu. He lowered his voice, put his mouth near Qing Fu's ear, and told her what he had seen in the valley in detail.
Qing Fu, who was holding a cyan-colored needle in her hand and healing a severely wounded clansman, paused. She massaged her waist and slowly straightened her body. Qing Fu's beautiful eyes shone with a cold light as she said in a low voice, "Hao, tell your Abba to come here, we have something to do."
The sun slowly flashed across the sky, slowly disappearing into the mountains in the west.
The sky was filled with stars, and the colorful starlight condensed into visible clouds, falling from the sky. In the vast woods, countless intelligent creatures were absorbing the power of the stars. From time to time, loud and resonant roars could be heard from the bottomless valleys and ponds.
Ji Hao was sitting on a tree, while Heng Luo was riding on her red leopard, carefully smearing venom on over a hundred exquisitely crafted arrows.
Inside the human-head-sized jade jar, half of the jar was filled with the clear, water-like venom. Under the starlight, tiny, snake-like spell symbols would flash across the clear venom from time to time, bringing up a beautiful flame in the venom.
"Hao, I thought your Amma only knew how to save people. I didn't know that the poison she made is so scary! " Heng Luo dipped a leaf into the venom, then gently dripped a drop onto the tree. The venom dripped onto Stone's shoulder, who was curled up under the tree. A faint cyan smoke rose from Stone's smooth, jade-like shoulder, and soon, the venom corroded a transparent hole in his shoulder.
"Booze!" Stone murmured discontentedly. He pressed his palm on a rock under the tree, and the rock cracked into pieces. The wound caused by the venom quickly healed, leaving not a trace behind.
The old treeman raised his head and murmured. His long twig wriggled like a snake, slightly dipped a little bit of the venom, then dripped the venom into the hole of his opened mouth.
Along with a sizzling noise, faint black smoke spurted out from the old tree's mouth. The old tree trembled in pain, and the few leaves on his body all dropped down. "Qing Yi... Maguspriests... women... scary!" He glanced at the jade jar in awe and said vaguely.
Followed by a series of creaking noise, the branches and leaves above Ji Hao's head rustled. Next, a nearly three-zhang tall, muscular, black haired old ape landed heavily on the ground, holding a large wooden stick.
The old ape pointed at Ji Hao, showed his teeth, and murmured, "Hao … kid … wine … I'm stronger … I want the wine from two old stone monsters … Hao, I won't be drunk this time … You have to give me a few more!"
Mr Crow stood on Ji Hao's shoulder, cawing gently. Ji Hao waved his hand and said confidently, "Don't worry, as long as you guys help me kill the enemies, I'll give you as much wine and grilled meat as you want!"
Ji Hao gently stroked Mr Crow and said in a low voice, "Mr Crow, thanks for your hard work!"
During the whole day, Mr Crow had travelled back and forth for tens of thousands of miles, bringing the few powerful non-humankind beings that Ji Hao had met in the jungle to the Cold Stream Valley. Heng Luo, Stone and the old treeman were even more powerful than Ji Ying and the others, who had just stepped into the Senior Magus level. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to beat Jiang Yao so badly a couple of days ago.
As for this old ape, except for the fact that he was extremely drunk and liked to get drunk, he was the most powerful one. Even Heng Luo, Stone and Treeman together couldn't defeat him. According to Ji Hao's estimation, even if this old ape wasn't as powerful as Ji Xia, he wasn't too far behind.
In the darkness of the night, at the entrance of the Cold Stream Valley, there was an altar made of a large piece of jade. Three bloody beasts' heads were lined up in a straight line, with a cyan-colored wooden blade stuck in each of the beast's heads.
Qing Fu was standing in front of the altar, with all ten of her fingers covered in blood. She was constantly drawing strange spell symbols on the altar with her own blood. She was incanting a spell in a low voice, while her beautiful face was covered by a weird layer of grey mist. Under the dim light of the night, a layer of mist was rising and falling around Qing Fu's body. Qing Fu's slim and long body looked like a ghost, as if she was in another strange and unpredictable world at the same time.
Along with a swishing sound, small grey whirlwinds came from every corner of the jungle.
Following Qing Fu's incantation, thousands of different sized grey whirlwinds were rotating around the altar in about seven minutes. A cold air suddenly came out of nowhere, and the rapidly flowing water of the Cold Stream Valley was suddenly covered with a thin layer of ice, and the grass and trees were covered with a thick layer of white frost.
Ji Hao fiddled with the tail of Heng Luo's mount, and fixed his eyes on Qing Fu, then said, "Evil woman, don't tell me that you didn't know that my Amma could concoct such a terrifying poison, and I didn't know that my Amma could also master the secret magic of ghosts."
Along with a swooshing sound, large amounts of green flame spurted out of the three beast heads on the altar at the same time. The dim flame slowly rose, forming the outline of a ferocious face. At the same time, a faintly discernible bird cry came from the surrounding jungle, and a large amount of mist suddenly gushed out, slowly flowing through the grass and trees like water.
Some strange silhouettes emerged from the mist, opening their mouths and swallowing the power of the stars that fell from the sky.
Ji Hao's fine hairs stood up one after another, staring at these strange creatures in shock. The Fire Crow Clan's Maguspriests weren't good at using magic like [Magic Ghost] and [Magic Ghost], instead, they were good at using magic that was more direct and lethal.
Although Ji Hao had been learning magic from Ji Kui and the other Maguspriests since he was a kid, he had never seen these strange creatures before.
"Fairies of the jungle, ghosts of the mountains, rivers, swamps, caves, please accept my offering, and accept my request." Qing Fu murmured a spell, and started dancing a strange dance around the altar.
It seemed like there were countless silhouettes dancing with Qing Fu, and a gentle breeze blew out from under every leaf and grass in the jungle.
Ji Xia's face was gloomy. He led a large group of warriors and dragged thousands of wild warriors, who had been captured alive during the day, towards the altar. All barbarian warriors had taken the magic medicine made by Qing Fu beforehand, and had lost their minds in a daze.
"Sacrifice to the Ghost God!" Qing Fu casually waved the cyan wooden saber in her hand.
Ji Xia pulled out his axe and swung it hard. Tens of wild warriors' heads flew high into the air, and blood spurted out from their mouths.
A grey whirlwind rushed up, and the blood of those wild warriors suddenly disappeared. Their bodies quickly withered, and within the span of a few breaths, they had turned into a puff of dust, dissipating in the air along with the night breeze.
Thousands of wild warriors had turned into ashes, and there wasn't even a trace of blood left in the air.
Ji Hao suddenly whistled, waved his hand to Ji Xia and Qing Fu, and said, "Abba, Amma, I saw them!"
A red light flashed across Ji Hao's eyes, and the same red light flashed across the eyes of seven or eight magic crows in the jungle tens of miles away.
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