The snow reflected the cold moonlight, and everything in the Wa tribe and surrounding area came into Li Xiaobai's sight without missing a single one.

All the warlocks were ready to go, and a magic barrier enveloped the entire snow castle, preventing a trace of spiritual energy from leaking out.

Around the bright moon, there are stars everywhere.

The night sky is bright, seven minutes is moonlight, and three minutes is starlight.

Countless stars gather into a brilliant galaxy across the sky, as if the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl were watching over each other on both sides, waiting for the magpies to build a bridge.

Suddenly, a star fell, and a red fluorescent fire streaked across the sky.

If a sentimental little woman sees it, she will probably put her hands together and make a wish that only she knows about the fiery red meteor.

Obviously not in sight, Li Xiaobai suddenly felt something.

He put down his telescope, poked his head out of the entrance of the ice cave and looked into the sky, and immediately discovered the meteor.

"It's a meteor!"

Zhirong screamed in surprise, but she realized that the environment she was in was not so suitable, and perhaps she would stare silently at the meteor that was about to die like a mortal woman living in the deep boudoir.

Of course, the snow castle faced the ice and snow wall in the Wata Department for more than one window for observation. Some people were quietly observing the target like Li Xiaobai.

The hoarse shouts of the barbarians spread like a tide, spreading in waves from all directions.

"There's something wrong with that meteor! It's coming for us!"

Li Xiaobai found that the meteor's fall point seemed to be coming towards the snow castle.

"What? Meteor?"

The others in the snow castle were startled and their faces changed slightly.

Although it is rare to see meteors from the sky, they are not rare.

Many meteors were destroyed in the sky before they could fall to the ground. Even if they were lucky enough to be left with a little bit, they were just as small as soybeans and as big as a house.

Although meteors rarely cause harm in most of the time, their lethality will double as their volume increases. If the volume when falling to the ground is as big as a hill, it will cause a natural disaster that will cause thousands of miles of land and devastated creatures.

With the fragile defense of the snow castle, not to mention the size of a hill, even a meteor as big as a water tank cannot withstand it.

"Let's avoid it for the time being!"

Senior Brother Wanli immediately made a decision that instead of staying here and being bombarded by this meteor, or releasing spell defense to alarm the Wata tribe on the opposite side, it would be more appropriate to change the place.

The warlock, who was originally a little nervous, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard the words.

"Don't worry, that's not a meteor, it's a human!"

I was curious to see the whistling meteor with a telescope, but Li Xiaobai was surprised to find that there was a figure in the middle of the dazzling firelight.

This "meteor" turned out to be a person who fell from the sky.

Is it an alien?

Li Xiaobai was quite curious.

"Is it a person?" The others were surprised.

"let me see!"

It is really impossible to believe that the body of a meteor is actually a human. Wanli ignored the instructions of his master and almost offended him, snatched the telescope from Li Xiaobai's hand, put it in front of his eyes, and looked into the night sky.

Since he began patrolling Shuchuan Road, he has been very curious about the "magic weapon" in Li Xiaobai's hands.

There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy. With just a bronze tube and a few pure colorless glass, you could see the scenery dozens of miles away, and it was extremely magical.

With the turning of the main camera without a teacher, Wanli quickly took a breath of air conditioning and blurted out: "It's true that he is a human!"

He then put down his monocular lens and looked at Li Xiaobai.

The two of them said in unison: "It's the Blood God!"

The Wata tribe is holding a blood festival. The red "meteor" target may not be their snow castle hidden in the snow on the top of the mountain, because looking down from the sky, it is impossible to see any difference between it and the surrounding snow hills.

Only within a distance of more than ten meters can those unusual ice-built window holes be noticed.

If the barbarians of the Wata tribe also had telescopes, then Demon Li had nothing to say.

"Calm down!"

"No noise!"

The leaders of the other two patrol teams, Senior Brother Jing Xin and Senior Sister Yuzhen, immediately joined forces to stabilize the disciples of various sects.

If the human-shaped fire meteor's target is not them, then there is no need to lose his composure.

Regardless of whether the fire meteor is the blood god they are looking for, since the three patrol teams have come together, they must have killed the wrong person and were not let go. Any force that does not belong to the Five Palaces, Seven Sects and Thirteen Sects will be their enemy.

"Start preparation!"

As soon as Senior Brother Wanli finished speaking, the sky was filled with red light, and several snow peaks were red. The meteor quietly passed over the snow castle and fell directly into the wintering ground of Wata on the opposite side of the mountain stream.

The dazzling blood light enveloped the entire protruding hanging stone platform, and the excited cheers of the barbarians could be heard.

"superior!"

The three leaders' womb-condensing sorcerers looked at each other and shouted loudly in unison.

Dozens of sword lights rose into the air and pierced the top of the snow castle built by ice and snow. Countless pieces of ice and snow powder splattered everywhere, but the sword lights rushed out without any obstacles and rushed straight to the blood sacrifice altar of the Wata tribe.

Hundreds of cattle and sheep were cut into their throats one after another. The young and strong man forced them to hold them down, causing the hot animal blood to pour into the strange and mysterious altar formation, and finally gathered into the center.

There, a blood cell with a diameter of more than meter is suspended, continuously absorbing the blood from the blood pool below.

The cattle and sheep that were empty in blood had no power to struggle, they were thin and were immediately pushed down the mountain stream. The barbarians didn't care about the food they depended on for the winter.

There are also some fanatical barbarians who use bone knives to cut their wrists and mix their blood into them, as if it is a great honor to worship the Blood God with their own blood.

The barbarians who were conducting the blood sacrifice finally realized that the barbarians outside the altar, regardless of gender, age, and rushed to the edge of the stone platform, and made overestimating provocations to the sorcerers flying over. They did not allow anyone to disturb the carefully prepared sacrifice.

However, the barbarians in the altar still dragged the cattle and sheep slowly, cutting their throats and bleeding, as if they had not seen any uninvited guests.

"Who is the monster! You can't show up quickly!"

Using blood as a sacrifice, Wanli immediately determined that the other party was an evil demon heretic, and no serious arts and techniques were practiced with blood.

Today we practice with animal blood, but tomorrow we will not practice with human blood. Today we will need hundreds of cattle and sheep, and we will not be able to murder hundreds of lives at once in the future. First we are mortals, then we will be warriors. Who can guarantee that this evil and strange skill is not like this process?

The chant of spells sounded in the sky. From the beginning of rushing out of the snow castle, the warlocks of the three patrol teams had prepared offensive spells.

A wind blade swept across the edge of the hanging stone platform, the scattered arms and limbs and human heads flew around, the blood and snow were the same color. In the blink of an eye, the barbarians were dismantled and a large area died.

How could the barbarians with some brute force be opponents of the patrol team? Any warlock has the ability to destroy the entire Wata tribe.

Many sword lights rushed to the stone platform without any obstacles and rushed straight to the ice and snow altar.

In the center of the altar, a bloody mist exploded with a loud bang, covering more than ten feet of radius. Even the barbarians were caught off guard and were dyed into bloody men. However, they immediately raised their heads two feet high, and their muscles swelled, becoming more and more angular. With the low roar, their bodies expanded several times, looking like little giants.

The body shape of the blood ball suddenly shrank by one foot.

"It's indeed an evil method! Be careful!"

"Blast them with spells!"

"Don't hold back!"

The leaders of the three patrol teams did not take it lightly because of the changes in these barbarians, but instead spoke out to remind them.

"Roar! Protect the Blood God! Kill!"

The closer the barbarians were to the altar, the younger and stronger they were. Their bodies changed the most violently, and even blood-colored armor appeared on their bodies. The rough weapons in their hands were also wrapped in blood, becoming more ferocious and sharp.

"Xiao Huang! Come to my back! Don't use your secret technique casually!"

The two sides are about to fight each other in close combat, and Zhirong is most concerned about Li Xiaobai. She is afraid that she will fight for the real person of Shenxiao Palace again.

Although I don’t know what secret technique this little devil used, the consequences will inevitably be very serious.

The sequelae of this "secret technique" is indeed very serious. If you cannot kill the enemy, you will be at the mercy of others. However, Li Xiaobai did not give up on his cultivation of art and martial arts, which made up for this shortcoming well.

"Don't worry, senior sister!"

Li Xiaobai was still his ordinary Jingshuang Sect flying sword, mixed among the disciples of other sects, pretending to charge together.

He gestured at the golden-eyed six-eared macaque beside him.

"Follow senior sister, don't run around!"

"Xiao Huang, don't run around!"

Zhirong was so angry that she bit her teeth, so she had to follow Li Xiaobai, hold the spiritual shield, and let her flying sword shoot into the middle of the barbarians.

The barbarians who received the blessing of blood became extremely difficult to deal with. Not only did they become extremely strong, but their movements were also extremely agile. The defense of the body was even more than imagined. The magic spells of the God Refining Realm were like tickling the body. Only the spells of the three leaders of the Fetal Condensing Realm could truly kill them.

The weapons wrapped in blood are no less than magical weapons. Whenever a flying sword attacks, they are often easily knocked away.

Instead of being cut off as the disciples of various sects believe, you should know that the sharpness of the flying sword is more than the magical weapons used by mortals, and the materials used by refining are unusual.

"ah!"

A warlock was scratched by a huge blood-colored scimitar, and his upper and lower bodies immediately separated due to screams.

Although the barbarians with red eyes, blood armor, and blood soldiers in their hands could not release spells, once they approached, they often made the patrol warlocks busy. Even the spiritual shield could not withstand the continuous heavy blows of these barbarians.
To be continued...