"My little sparrow!" Qing Ying's body was slightly trembling, he looked at Ji Hao sadly and said, "We can't contact your Abba, Hao, what should we do?"
"Just wait!" Ji Hao pulled out a highly poisonous thorn, played with it in his hand and said, "I'm the bait, and Abba is the fish. Just wait, and see what else they have up their sleeves. "
"My little sparrow!" Qing Ying's face darkened, a cyan-colored whirlwind started spinning behind his body. He gnashed his teeth and said, "That sparrow was hatched by my Amma when I was just a kid, I see it as my brother!"
The cyan-colored light continuously flowed into the longbow held in Qing Ying's hand. Spell symbols lit up on the longbow one after another. Within a blink of an eye, over a hundred cyan-colored spell symbols had lit up on the longbow.
Ji Hao stared at Qing Ying's longbow in shock. Over a hundred spell symbols, this longbow was the most powerful magic tool that Ji Hao had ever seen, except for the Suiren Cane. Compared to this longbow, Qing Fu's Thorn of Life and Death and the Wood Birth Pearl, these two inherited magic treasures, couldn't be any weaker.
"So biased!" Ji Hao murmured.
"My sister married into the Fire Crow Clan, she can't take away the best inherited magic treasure of the Qing Yi Clan, can she?" Qing Ying snorted and said, "This longbow of mine is the most powerful inherited magic treasure of our Qing Yi Clan... hm, it's the most powerful magic treasure of our Qing Yi Clan now."
Qing Ying put three arrows on the bowstring, pulled the longbow open, and aimed at the tall and sturdy man, who was yelling and provoking on the other side of the river.
Over thirty feet tall, the top of his head was densely dotted with sharp small horns, his face twisted like a ghost, and his naked body was densely covered with ghost face totems. Waving the pitch-black wooden stakes, he leaped towards the direction of the cliff in a provocative manner.
"Oi, cowards of the Fire Crow Clan, come on, fight! I am Red Horn of the Ghost Clan, who dares to fight against me? "
Swoosh!
Along with a slight sound of the wind, which sounded like the sigh of a young girl, the three arrows disappeared.
The next moment, an arrow suddenly appeared in front of Red Horn. Red Horn, who was tall and sturdy, but couldn't move nimbly, let out a strange cry. Two of his rice-bucket sized eyeballs were pierced by the arrow, while the other arrow flew into his mouth. The arrow spun rapidly, piercing through the back of his neck and coming out.
A large amount of black blood spurted out from Red Horn's eyes. He cursed in pain, reached out his hand, grabbed the arrow, and pulled it out with all his might.
A large amount of black smoke gushed out from Red Horn's body, and his body slowly turned translucent. After a moment of flickering, Red Horn's body once again condensed into a solid body, but all of his injuries had disappeared without a trace, even his pierced eyeball had recovered.
"Haha, this kind of attack is useless against the warriors of the Ghost Tribe!" Red Horn raised the wooden stake high, yelled towards the cliff: "Are all Fire Crow Clan's warriors cowards? Someone come, let me smash his head open! "
Louder and louder cheers came from the jungle. Gradually, a large group of warriors rushed out of the jungle, jumped over the river, and carefully moved towards the cliff.
Thousands of warriors had rushed over the river, including tens of Ghost Clan's warriors, who were over twenty feet tall. Every single one of these warriors had twisted and hideous faces, which made the ground shake slightly with every step they took.
"Hao!" Qing Ying turned around and glanced at Ji Hao.
"Wait!" said Ji Hao blandly: "Wait, let's see what they want to do."
Rubbing the bear's small ears hard, Ji Hao sat down on the ground with his legs crossed. He didn't take the enemies who were approaching him seriously at all.
Deep inside the jungle, about twenty miles away from the base of the Fire Leopard Clan, was a small open area with a diameter of ten feet. Jiang Yao was wearing an extremely luxurious silk cloak, and was standing on the edge of the open area with her head held high.
Jiang Xue, who had been kidnapped by the Black Water Jiao a few days ago, was also wearing a luxurious robe. She stood beside Jiang Yao with her teeth gnashed in hatred and murmured, "Auntie, you have to kill Ji Hao! I want him to die! I want to cut him into pieces and feed his meat to the bugs!"
Jiang Yao smiled, gently stroked Jiang Xue's white and delicate face and said: "He will definitely die... Hm, Ji Zhuo's son, what do you think? Although he's not as good as Wu, if you marry him, I will treat you like my own daughter! "
"As long as Ji Hao dies!" Jiang Xue's eyes were shining with a fierce light, she gnashed her teeth and said in a low voice.
"Then, let him die!" Jiang Yao's snow-white face also slightly twisted: "If it wasn't for him, Wu wouldn't have died... If it wasn't for him, you wouldn't have fallen into Black Water Jiao's hands, and I had to pay such a high price to get you back!"
From the dense jungle, a huge horned serpent slowly swam out. Black Water Jiao sat on the serpent's head, greedily looking at Jiang Yao's hot body from head to toe and said: "Jiang Yao, you can't say that. At least, we have the same goal now, don't we? But I have to say, the heads of Ji Xia and his son are mine. "
Taking a deep breath, Black Water Jiao said proudly: "According to the reward offered by our Holy Land, as long as I offer Ji Xia's head to our ancestors, I will get one of our inherited magic treasures. But if I offer Ji Hao's head, the Fire Crow Clan's Divine Magus bloodline, Ji Xia's bloodline, will be completely wiped out. How much extra reward can I get? "
"Shhh!"
In the open area, in front of an altar, which was built with black human skeletons, a scrawny, short, skinny old Maguspriest let out a low "shhh" sound. He turned round and murmured in a low voice, "Be quiet! Our Demon Clan's soul-summoning magic is very powerful, but... it has to be quiet! If you disturb our ancestors' souls, don't blame me if anything happens to you! "
Jiang Yao and Jiang Xue shut their mouths tightly.
Black Water Jiao stared at the old Maguspriest, a trace of uncontrollable greediness and cruelty flashed across his eyes.
The old Maguspriest took out a black bone stick, and started dancing around the altar. He was incanting a spell in a low voice, and from time to time, the name 'Ji Hao' popped up.
On the altar, a strand of black hair was hanging on the waist of a human-skinned man, slightly swaying in the wind.
Jiang Yao looked at that strand of hair and couldn't help but smile. She had spent so much effort to find these few strands of hair of Ji Hao from Ji Xia's house in the Gold Black Mountain. Now, it seemed that all her efforts were worth it.
As long as Ji Xia and Ji Hao's blood fell into her hands... hehe!
The human-skinned man on the altar suddenly leaped up, and started dancing along with the old Maguspriest's movements, just like a living human being.
A wisp of black smoke rose from the altar, and slowly formed a twisted, featureless face on the altar.
"Ji Hao!!!"
The face suddenly let out a high-pitched scream, and countless insects and birds in the surrounding jungle exploded simultaneously.
Behind the Fire Leopard Clan's station, on the cliff, Ji Hao's body suddenly froze. A blood-red light flashed in front of his eyes, and Ji Hao abruptly jumped up, as if he had been electrocuted.
In front of Qing Ying's shocked eyes, Ji Hao couldn't control his body, and started running along the rugged path in the thorny jungle. Within the span of a few breaths, Ji Hao was almost out of the protection of the thorny jungle.
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