After spending time with Qingque for a long time, Zhou Shu also knew her temperament. She would not ignore such a crisis. There must be her reason for saying this.

Qingque's face was slightly condensed, "The focus was not on it. The summoned barbarian god is not complete. As long as you find the barbarian cultivator who summoned the barbarian god, you can solve the barbarian god. But as soon as possible, once the barbarian god devours these people and get more flesh and blood sacrifices, its strength will increase significantly, and it will be difficult to deal with."

"Okay, it should be in this crowd, right?"

Zhou Shu nodded and let go of his spiritual sense to explore. Before, because he was in Shushan, he couldn't release too much spiritual sense to detect it. Now he completely let go, and everything on Feilai Peak was immediately in his eyes.

"Yes, it is impossible to be far away from summoning the barbarian god."

The green bird also flew up and ran towards the crowd.

Not long after, in about ten breaths, Zhou Shu found a suspicious object, a thin boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.

The boy had no cultivation, his face was as good as earth, and he was terrified and shrank under a rock in horror. It seemed that he was just an ordinary tester who came to seek the Tao. In this case, no one would notice it, but in fact it was not. Under Zhou Shu's spiritual scanning, his true identity had nowhere to hide.

A flash of body, Zhou Shu appeared in front of him.

The young man saw Zhou Shu and hurriedly shouted, "Senior... save me!"

"Senior? How do you know that I have cultivation?"

Zhou Shu sneered and waved his hand away. The boy's expression changed drastically, and he stepped back in a hurry, as fast as lightning.

No matter how fast he was, he could not escape Zhou Shu's Yuan power. His palm was like a knife, and he could only hear a tearing sound. The young man's appearance was stripped off. He turned out to be an eight-foot-long man.

The man's body was densely filled with ancient tattoos. The tattoo was blood-red and was still flowing like a river, which looked very strange.

"Yes, it's him, this is the blood sacrifice pattern."

The green bird fell from the sky and fell to Zhou Shu, and said softly, "Using his own blood as a guide to constantly sending sacrifices to summon the barbarian god is the method of the barbarian cultivator. It is best to capture it alive. This is Shushan, and just leave it to Shushan for treatment."

Zhou Shu nodded gently and stared at the big man. The sword on the sea slid down into his hand, and the green light kept illuminating.

The big man stared at Zhou Shu and shouted sternly, "Bad my good thing, who are you?"

"Don't worry about anyone, you'll surrender."

Zhou Shu's expression was slightly cold, and as the sword light shook, strings of green halos flew towards the big man.

Zhou Shu's understanding of magic tricks has reached the state of being simple and simple. The seemingly simple moves have great power. Each halo condensed enough sword intent and spiritual consciousness, blocking all the ways of the man, making it impossible for him to dodge.

The big man's expression was stagnant, and he was also extraordinary, and he could see his power in an instant.

He did not dodge or resist, because he knew that he could not dodge. Whether it was spiritual consciousness, magic weapon, or Yuanli, they were too far from Zhou Shu. He only shouted loudly, his arms suddenly shook, and the muscles on his body cracked inch by inch, and the blood marks in the tattoo flowed more rapidly. At the same time, his face and skin color continued to gray, and soon it seemed like he had been soaked in water for a few years, and there was no blood at all.

Qingque's expression changed slightly, "No, he is launching a blood sacrifice, hurry up!"

The sword light in Zhou Shu's hand sank, and several halos quickly put on the big man's body, strangling the big man's limbs and neck.

But it seemed that there was no effect. The blood marks in the tattoo kept surging like rivers, with tides rising and falling. Every time they surged, the power of the barbarian god in the air became even greater.

"Hahaha... flesh and blood, endless flesh and blood!"

With the long laugh of the Barbarian God, the light green light shield formed by the disciples of Shushan made a hissing sound, and cracks were forming and were about to be completely broken soon.

The disciples of Shushan below tightened their hearts, each of them increased their strength, and their whole body was concentrated in the light shield, but they did not have much effect. They did not retreat at all, and they were obviously ready to fight to the death.

"I can't keep it."

Zhou Shu shook his head gently, stepped on the sea sword and flew out, and passed by the man.

Dong!

With a deep sound, the man trembled all over, and then his whole body was cracked.

A blood fountain soared into the sky, flew out dozens of feet high before falling down, and a bloody rain was everywhere.

"ah--"

As the sacrificial monk cultivator died, the barbarian god in the air let out a disappointed sigh, shook it a few times, his face quickly faded away, and in just a few breaths it disappeared into the dark clouds. The blood mist surrounding the Feilai Peak also disappeared, and the dark clouds quickly dissipated, and the sky saw Qingming again.

It comes quickly and goes quickly, and a great disaster will never disappear.

The testers below cheered after the disaster, and many people cried with joy. Some even ran down the mountain, without the idea of ​​asking for Tao to ascend to immortality. They came to seek Tao but almost died. If they wanted to lose their lives to seek Tao, it would be better not to seek Tao. It is not uncommon for such weak will.

The disciples of Shushan felt relieved and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. They looked at each other for a few times, all of whom were happy and suspicious.

After discussing for a few words, they flew towards Zhou Shu together.

"I am Liu Yun in Shushan, thank you for your help."

An old monk walked up to Zhou Shu and bowed respectfully. The other few people bowed one after another, and kept thanking him, "If you hadn't helped you, Feilai Peak would be miserable." "I'm so grateful. We are deeply grateful for our kindness, and the same is true for Shushan." "I would like to ask you the name of your surname. After we ask the elders, we will thank you again."

Zhou Shu looked calm and smiled, "Don't thank you all, you are all fellow practitioners of immortal cultivation, just do your best."

Liu Yun looked at Zhou Shu and Qingque beside him, and was slightly stunned. With his spiritual sense, he could not see Qingque's cultivation. Zhou Shu was obviously far higher than him, but he didn't deliberately hide it.

He sighed in his heart and thought without realizing it, "I don't know who these two are. When will there be such a young and strong monk in Nanzhanzhou? This matter is a bit strange. No matter what, we must keep the two of them first."

Liu Yun bowed and smiled, showing a bit of solemnity, "How can you not thank me? Two fellow Taoists have helped Shushan so much. If we Shushan know our kindness, how should we deal with ourselves? Two fellow Taoists, why don't we go back to Shushan with us. After we inform the elders, we will give us a reward. How about it?"

Qingque looked calm and only sent a message to Zhou Shu, "Don't refuse, you must go there. If you don't go there, you will be troubles."

Zhou Shu nodded gently and smiled, "It's good, please let Fellow Daoist Liu lead the way."

Liu Yun smiled and said, "It's best, please follow me, two fellow Taoists."

He flew first, Zhou Shu and Qingque followed behind him, and several other disciples surrounded them, as if they were surrounded.

The remaining disciples stayed in place and did some final work. The body and blood of the barbarian cultivator were also carefully collected.
Chapter completed!