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"An old friend? You mean that willow branch was left by an old friend?"

The local leader seemed to have grasped some extremely important information and quickly stepped forward to ask.

Shi Hao frowned slightly at his excited expression, a vague sense of unease creeping into his heart, but he still nodded: "That's right, it was something left behind by a senior who was very important to me, so I can't possibly exchange it for something else."

The local chieftain took a deep breath to calm himself down, then looked solemnly at Shi Hao and said, word by word, "Young man, my name is Yin Mo, and I am the patriarch of the Silver Blood Demon Tree clan. For generations, my clan has worshipped an ancestral spirit deep in the Burial Realm. The appearance of that ancestral spirit is a golden willow tree with a completely green body."

Shi Hao's pupils contracted slightly.

Golden willow tree?

Could it be Liu Shen?

Are these people all citizens of the Willow God's divine kingdom?

At this moment, Yinmo continued, "The aura of that willow branch is exactly the same as that of our clan's ancestral spirit. I cannot mistake it. If that willow branch was indeed left by your old friend, then our clan's ancestral spirit is the old friend you mentioned. Since you have a past with the ancestral spirit, then you can be considered a guest of our clan."

After listening, Shi Hao remained silent for a moment.

He never imagined that the Willow Goddess would leave behind such a lineage deep within the Burial Realm.

Even so, Shi Hao still did not want to hand over that willow branch.

That willow branch was a trace left by the Willow God across an era. The residual aura and faint divine power on it might be an important clue for him to find the whereabouts of the Willow God in the future.

He cannot give this to anyone!

Even if the other party is a descendant of the Willow Goddess, it won't work.

"Senior Yinmo, I understand your feelings, but this willow branch is equally important to me. I need it to find the whereabouts of that old friend, so please forgive me for not being able to give it to anyone."

Shi Hao responded truthfully.

His voice was slightly gentler than before, but it still carried an unwavering determination.

Yinmo's gaze lingered on Shi Hao's face for a long time, and he was about to make a move when, unexpectedly, a melodious bell suddenly rang out from the depths of the distant burial city.

"--clang!!!"

"--clang!!!"

"--clang!!!"

The three chimes marked the official start of the burial city auction.

Upon hearing the bell, Cao Yusheng immediately leaned close to Shi Hao's ear and whispered, "Brother Shi Hao, the auction has begun. Occasionally, some rare items that can't be found anywhere else will appear at this Burial City auction. If you miss it, you'll never have another chance."

Shi Hao nodded and was about to lead everyone to turn around and head towards the inner city.

However, just as they took a step, a strange light suddenly flashed in Yinmo's eyes.

He raised his hand and gave a wink to the clansmen behind him.

The powerful members of the Silver Blood Demon Tree clan immediately understood. With a flash, they scattered in all directions, and then each of them condensed a beam of cyan light in their hands, which quickly connected together, forming a large net that enveloped Shi Hao and his group.

"—Buzz!!!"

The next moment, a cyan light screen suddenly rose up, trapping Shi Hao and the others in place.

Ancient runes flowed across the light screen, which also exuded a dense aura of chaos, clearly indicating an extremely powerful trapping and killing formation.

Shi Hao paused in his steps.

He turned around, looking at Yin Mo with a hint of coldness in his eyes: "Senior, what does this mean?"

Yinmo, leaning on his cane, walked to the light screen and looked at Shi Hao through the cyan barrier, saying, "Young man, I have no intention of being your enemy. That willow branch is not only a relic of our ancestral spirit, but also the foundation of our clan's survival. Without it, the power of our clan's ancestral spirit will gradually wither, and the bloodline of our clan will come to an end."

Shi Hao frowned and said, "I've already said that the willow branch is just as important to me. If you really need that willow branch..."

"Young friend..."

Before Shi Hao could finish speaking, another voice came from nearby.

Everyone turned to look and were surprised to find that the person who came was the same eight-armed soul clan leader who had also wanted to exchange willow branches with Shi Hao.

"Yinmo, your Silver Blood Demon Tree clan still has the nerve to mention ancestral sacrifices?"

The leader of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan strode forward, his figure like a moving mountain, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

He glanced at Shi Hao, who was trapped in the cyan light curtain, and then at Yin Mo, a cold smile immediately appearing on his lips.

Yinmo's expression changed slightly: "Eight Arms, what do you mean by that?"

The leader of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan ignored him and walked straight to the light screen. Looking at Shi Hao through the cyan barrier, he said solemnly, "Young friend, don't be fooled by them. The Silver Blood Demon Tree Clan betrayed the Ancestral Spirit countless years ago. Their so-called 'offering' is nothing more than draining the remaining power of the Ancestral Spirit to maintain the continuation of their own clan. It is we, the Eight-Armed Soul Clan, who have been offering sacrifices to the Ancestral Spirit generation after generation."

Shi Hao frowned, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Yin Mo and the leader of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan.

Yinmo snorted coldly and said, "Eight-Armed, your clan should have disappeared from the Burial Realm long ago. The relics left behind by the Ancestral Spirit should be kept by the strongest clan, not by you bunch of worthless trash who are barely clinging to life."

Before he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the Silver Blood Demon Tree Clan members who were originally scattered around immediately sprang up, and streaks of azure light coiled towards the leader of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan like venomous snakes.

At the same time, Yin Mo himself flashed and appeared directly above the trapping formation. He pressed his wooden staff down sharply, and the layer of cyan light curtain suddenly burst out with an even more intense light, like a large net that was tightening, pressing down directly on Shi Hao and his group.

"Young man, since you are unwilling to hand over the willow branch voluntarily, then this old man will have no choice but to take it myself!"

Yin Mo no longer concealed his true intentions, and his attitude when speaking in anger was completely different from before.

Shi Hao's gaze sharpened, and the three streams of immortal energy within his body surged forth, forming a golden light screen around him to resist the ever-shrinking azure net.

He could feel that the trapping formation was suppressing him with an extremely powerful force, trying to completely imprison his movements.

"Let's do it!"

Lin Dong shouted and punched the cyan light screen.

But the light barrier remained unmoved, like an impenetrable wall, instead reflecting his punch back and making his arm go numb.

Luo Feng transformed into a golden-horned behemoth and crashed into the light barrier, but was bounced back as well.

Shi Hao took a deep breath. Without further hesitation, he flipped his right hand, and the Great Luo Sword Embryo suddenly appeared in his palm.

"—Zheng!!!"

The flying immortal patterns on the sword suddenly lit up the moment they came into contact with the three streams of immortal energy, like golden dragons awakening and winding around the sword.

He poured all three streams of immortal energy into the sword embryo, and the sword body burst forth with dazzling golden light, like a sun falling into darkness.

"—Grass Sword Technique: Slash!!!"

Shi Hao let out a low shout, gripped his sword with both hands, and slashed forward fiercely.

A golden sword light flew out from the sword embryo, swelled in the wind, and transformed into a golden sword beam ten thousand feet long. With a sharp aura that could cut through everything, it slammed into the layer of blue light screen.

……