All tribes came from afar, and it took a lot of time and energy to hike. Seeing the Yunling tribe so well arranged, they couldn't find any mistakes. Although some tribes have a considerable hostility towards the Yunling tribe, they are not easy to attack. The various tribes also consume a lot of money. They carried the meat up and went up to get the meat to roast it and eat it. In the meantime, it became more lively.

The night was originally peaceful. The bonfire of Yunling tribe was burning, and the fire was rushing into the sky, making the surroundings red, and the noisy people were roaring, as if they were spreading far and far away, as if disturbing the rest of the monsters in the deep forest. There were beast roars. Tonight, it seemed that with the fun of Yunling tribe, the mountains and forests became lively.

"Haha, the porcupine is so fat, this meat looks good." Xingyuan pulled Ying'er and selected meat everywhere. These are monsters with no combat power in the mountains and forests. Their growth rate is extremely fast and they have become the staple food for people and some carnivorous monsters. The middle of the square is a public place. All foreign tribes or the Yunling tribe's own tribes participated in this bonfire party.

Xingyuan pulled Ying'er and many eyes were cast around him. Xingyuan was not famous, but because he was the grandson of the leader Kun Wu, he was also famous among foreign tribes. He showed that his talent for cultivation was not low since childhood and was favored by many people. However, as time went by, Xingyuan, who is fifteen years old, has become a waste of cultivation in the eyes of everyone. No matter how high his talent is, it is a waste of being able to be enlightened.

Xingyuan also felt something was wrong. Today, the eyes that looked at him seemed to be much more than usual. When he suddenly looked at Ying'er behind him, he realized that these eyes were probably not looking at him, but focused on the girl behind him. Under the light of the fire, Ying'er's face was rosy, and her big blinking eyes followed closely behind Xingyuan. The light shirt of the spiritual jacket was also shining with golden light in the fire. It was very suitable to wear Ying'er, as if the clothes were tailor-made for her, with exquisite faces and particularly beautiful under the fire.

"Xingyuan!... Here!" Xingyuan skewed pork with long wooden sticks and was grilling excitedly. Suddenly, a familiar voice came from afar. The sound was Huanglong. Huanglong smiled and waved his hand at him not far away. His mouth was greasy. His strong body was not in vain. When he was a child, he followed Xingyuan everywhere to eat and drink with Pang Ding.

After Huang Long shouted, he squeezed over from the dense crowd. His body, the people around him were like chickens, and were directly hit by his body. Huang Long didn't care so much, and he squeezed beside the Star Abyss with twists and twists.

"Sister Ying'er, we're meeting again!" Huang Long's mouth was greasy, Xing Yuan gave him a blank look. Huang Long seemed to have not seen it, and greeted Ying'er behind him.

"Huh? Sister Ying'er is even more beautiful." Huang Long glanced at Ying'er, and seemed to think something was wrong. He looked up and down, and then praised seriously.

As soon as these words were said, Ying'er was shy. After hearing what Huang Long said, she lowered her head, took the pork stew that Xingyuan had given her, and squatted on the side and lowered her head to barbecue.

Ying'er was originally a prisoner. Xingyuan had never brought her out in the past. This was the first time she had seen such a big scene. She leaned tightly beside Xingyuan, shy and uneasy.

"Okay, OK, roast your meat!" Xingyuan shook his head helplessly with a wry smile, and handed Huang Long a handful of barbecue in his hand.

"This meat is fat, it must be delicious!" Huang Long said and grabbed the meat and roasted it.

Xingyuan was not feeling hungry. He looked around and found that this year's Demon Spirit Ceremony was almost no different from previous years. Most of them were old tribes, with few new tribes joining. Every year, tribes were destroyed and new tribes were established. However, this year, there seemed to be a lot more people than in previous years.

There is a flag at the closest place to the square, and a blue flame mark is drawn on it. This is the symbol of the Spirit Demon Tribe. The Spirit Demon Tribe has a very good geographical location and is surrounded by mountains. It is easy to defend and difficult to attack. What's more, there are rich spiritual veins around the Spirit Demon Tribe, with lush spiritual energy. It can be achieved twice the result with half the effort when practicing. Because of this, the Spirit Demon Tribe grew rapidly. Although it is a small tribe, it is almost caught up with the medium tribe. The only difference is the foundation of the medium tribe.

The Spirit Demon Tribe occupies a very large position, not because they are domineering, but because their number is too many than other tribes. Dozens of tents are built, and there are hundreds of younger generations alone.

Xing Yuan looked at the Spirit Demon Tribe. He knew that if the Spirit Demon Tribe continued to grow at this speed, it would probably pose a great threat to the Yunling Tribe in the future.

Suddenly his eyes remained on a young man. The young man was not old and not tall. It is said that he had already started the demon at the age of five, and he would attend every demon spirit ceremony.

"Ning Fan!" Xing Yuan whispered. This was a genius of the Spirit Demon Division. No one knew that his current strength seemed to be deliberately hidden by a kind of power. Xing Yuan had a deep memory of him. Only because one year of the Demon Spirit Ceremony, Ning Fan actually entered his Demon Spirit Choice, which shocked Xing Yuan. Most importantly, Ning Fan said something to him in the illusion of the Demon Spirit Choice.

"Either you die or I die!"

This sentence was said to Xingyuan many years ago. Xingyuan had never mentioned it to anyone, but he was very sure that it was Ning Fan of the Spirit Demon Division. Ning Fan disappeared after saying this. But every time Ning Fan saw Xingyuan, he seemed to have never known Xingyuan. This made Xingyuan feel very incredible. He kept wondering whether Ning Fan was really in the illusion that the demon spirit chose. If it were really him, how did he enter this illusion, and why did he pretend not to know me on weekdays?

Xingyuan felt that this was just like a fart to him. At least in the Yunling tribe, he would not dare to take action even if he was strong. With the protection of Grandpa Kun Wu in the tribe, he was not afraid. But thinking about this, was the Spirit Demon Tribe planning a plan to make a bad plan for the Spirit Demon Tribe? The Spirit Demon Tribe has always been dissatisfied with Xingyuan, and he always felt that they had some secrets.

Xingyuan stood there and looked at the Lingde Tribe, falling into deep thought. The meaning of this sentence was whether it was a personal grudge with him or something between the Yunling Tribe and the Lingde Tribe. If it was a personal grudge, Xingyuan was not so worried, just because he was afraid of conflicts between tribes and tribes and wars, which would be a different matter.

After Huang Long grilled the meat, he stood beside Xingyuan, looked at Xingyuan, and then looked at the direction where Xingyuan looked. Looking at Xingyuan frowned, Huang Long handed it to Xingyuan while gnawing on the meat in his hand.

"What are you looking at? You're looking at a bitter face, you can eat meat!" Huang Long pushed Xingyuan, who was thinking about it, and while speaking, he handed the golden and fragrant barbecue in his hand to Xingyuan.

Xingyuan came to his senses, looked at Huang Long beside him, looked at the barbecue handed to him by Huang Long, took the barbecue, and looked at the place where the Spirit Demon Division was. Ning Fan seemed to have noticed something at this moment, and the two of them actually collided in the air!

Ning Fan seemed to be looking at Xingyuan. His expression was very calm, without a trace of turbulence. He seemed to notice that Xingyuan was looking at him. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a strange smile appeared. He turned his head and stopped looking at Xingyuan.

"Hiss~" Xingyuan wrinkled again, this unknown premonition became stronger and stronger in his heart, as if something was about to happen.

The illusion of the demon spirit choice is extremely popular for people. How did Ning Fan enter the illusion of the Star Abyss? Could it be that Ning Fan's realm has grown to a terrifying realm in just a few years? So strong that the illusion of the demon spirit choice can come and go freely?

Xingyuan thought about it, shook his head when he thought of it, and thought it was impossible.

You should know that the Demon Spirit Ceremony is a very complex memorial ceremony that can communicate with creatures. Regardless of the past and future, the extremely ancient magical arts produce so powerful that even if Ning Fan grows up in the past few years, he will never be able to travel through this illusion.

Xingyuan quickly rejected this possibility. Perhaps he saw that he was not Ning Fan at all, and anyone could transform into an illusion in the illusion.

But if this is the case, why is Ning Fan the person who transformed? Why did Ning Fan look at him with a strange smile?

Xingyuan thought, if it wasn't for Ning Fan, if Ning Fan was really traveling through his own illusion, then this matter would be complicated. In addition, Ning Fan said, "You will die or I will die." His strange smile, and the recurrence of Xingyuan's heart made him very uneasy."

"Xingyuan, Xingyuan..." Huang Long looked at Xingyuan for some reason and was immersed in his mind. He held the flesh in his hand and kept moving, and then pushed Xingyuan.

"Ah!? Nothing." Xing Yuan didn't tell anyone about this, or he could say that he didn't dare to tell anyone. Maybe he was dazzled at that time, but he was sure that he was absolutely not dazzled. That sentence and voice echoed in his mind in a very clear way.

Xingyuan didn't think about it anymore. He took the barbecue that Huang Long gave him, put it in his mouth, chewed it slowly and ate it carefully. Ying'er also grilled the barbecue, which was golden and bright. She put her nose up and smelled it. She looked like she was enjoying her face, and started to eat it.

The food in the prisoner area is mostly vegetarian, very light, no amount of oil, and there is also limited amount, so where can I eat enough? Ying'er is still in the age of growing up. Her long-term nutritional deficiency has caused her to look a little yellow and thin, and she is not healthy. Xingyuan looked at Ying'er eating barbecue with big mouthfuls. Although he had not experienced Ying'er's life, he could imagine that meat was too luxurious for the prisoners.

Xingyuan looked at Ying'er and smiled on his face. Ying'er had really suffered in the past. She must break away from Ying'er's identity as a prisoner. There is no such precedent yet, but Xingyuan can do it if he wants to do it.
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