There are fragrant water chestnuts on the high table, paper dragons dance wildly, and the crowd is as dark as ants, solemn and quiet. On the southeast side, there are two young adults holding god patterns, all dressed in ethnic paint, and incomprehensible inscriptions are printed on both sides.

Arm. Yelled toward the sky and entered the crowd. The patterns of gods were transmitted, coming as quickly as Tarot cards. With another roar, different patterns of gods separated different tribesmen.

The two leading young men began to run towards the southeast. The tribesmen heard the movement and followed the touched gods' patterns, and began to run on the grassland like a long dragon. At first they were jogging, and as more and more people joined, they started running.

The speed is also getting faster and faster. The roars are no longer the first two roars, but one roar followed by separate roars, erupting like patterns in the crowd, deafening.

Tens of thousands of people were galloping, as if they had already formed a formation. They were like two wild dragons stirring. On the outermost edge, there were old people chanting ancient languages. Each held a stick like an incense stick in their hands, and they were making noises.

It seems that He Mingqu has his own thing, and no one is idle. Compared with the wooden fish chanting in the temple, the sacrificial scene is more lively and serious. It is so serious that there is no gossip, no matter whether you know such language or not, you can open your mouth.

It's the same tune.

There are many pottery in the hall, which are placed on the table one by one. The table is set up from high to low. The five highest pottery are the bone marrow of the ancestors. Starting from the records and preservation, I recite the memory of each ancestor.

The name of the elder in the clan is a roar to the sky. The person responsible for carrying the pottery is like a master dancing. He is chanting "Ziliwula" in his mouth, as if he is shouting to wake up the ancient souls.

Under the table are a group of people from the direct lineage, as well as the family members of the acting clan leader. In addition, there are various clan members who are in charge of things in the clan. The clothes are different, a combination of modern and Inner Mongolian clothes. Some are hasty and unprepared, but there is no lack of piety.

There were dozens of roars, and people knelt down and kowtowed. Once every ten years, there was a grand ancestor worship, and all the tribesmen who could participate, regardless of whether they were from different parts of the world, came from outside.

Tired, tired, and tired, he could not stop. Mr. Yun, dressed in black, stood up solemnly and knelt down. Behind him were the three masters of the Yun family who were doing the same thing. The living Buddha who left came again and stood

On both sides of the table, scriptures were read, praying for blessings for the clan. On the farthest high platform, Yuncheng held a Zhenwu sword in one hand and hooked Little Ling'er with the other, quietly watching this solemn memorial ceremony.

The outside of the yurt was guarded by soldiers, and the high platform was surrounded by female special operations team members. Concubine Yun Qing and Feng Qingya stood on both sides of Yun Cheng and Xiao Ling'er respectively. Xiang Tingting stood beside Feng Qingya, saying nothing.

I looked at it. Occasionally, I glanced at the Zhenwu sword in Yuncheng's hand. It seemed ordinary, but when I looked away, it came to mind involuntarily.

The status of a Wudang martial arts master is truly high-level. Being present is already the greatest respect for the ancestors. It is impossible to kowtow like Mr. Yun. This is the dignity of Wudang, and clan rules must give way. Just like Hutu

When He Hetu saw the Zhenwu Sword in his hand, he had to shout the name of Buddha to show respect. Thousands of years of inheritance represent the accumulation of inheritance for thousands of years. Although Buddhism is wrong, disrespect can only be left alone.

In my heart, unless I have broken my skin.

The scorching sun was high, and the sacrificial ceremony lasted for four hours non-stop from 8 a.m. to 12 o'clock. It reached its most heated moment. Two high pillars with patterns of different gods were thrown directly into the air. Everyone's eyes were watching.

Heading towards the high platform, the Zhenwu Sword flew out, instantly piercing two god patterns. In a few leaps, he soared like Qinggong. He held the hilt of the sword, and when he waved it, it broke into pieces and fell directly into the sky.

All the tribesmen who had already stretched their hands to the sky.

A broken pattern represents a blessing. The person who gets the most is blessed by the ancestors the most. In the past, after throwing it away, he cut it into pieces with scissors and threw it into the air. This time it was truly done in one go. It is said that in the past

This has always been the case in the past. However, in the modern era when warriors have declined, this ability has long been lost. This time, it is a return to the past of the ancestors. This time, it once again established the transcendent position of the direct lineage in the clan.

Hutu Living Buddha frowned, and the dissatisfaction in his heart was completely eliminated. The Thirteen Tai Chi Swords just now clearly saw the huge destructive power of the last sword. This was just in the air. If he had used this sword a few days ago,

One move can kill you or cripple you. He is indeed the most outstanding disciple that Wudang has ever known. He has entered the fourth step of Ning Gang at a young age. What kind of opportunity does it have to reach such a height at such an age?

He smiled bitterly in his eyes. As Hutu's senior brother, Hetu Living Buddha also felt bitter in his heart. He had already seriously evaluated the strength of his old friend's disciple. Now it seems that that day was just a casual play. He really fought to the death.

I'm afraid that I will be seriously injured if I can't take 3 moves. I can't compete with Shaolin, but I can still have a certain status in Tibet. But it is sad that in the battle between Tibet and Shaolin, I lost countless living Buddha masters.

.I hope... I hope that the Lord in Tibet will not be offended!

Among the cheering crowd, a pair of vicious eyes stared, full of crazy hatred. Zaharimu lost his position as the acting clan leader and became a life inferior to ordinary clansmen. The clansmen who used to nod and bow, these days

You can insult yourself casually. Heaven and hell are just a matter of a thought. Unfortunately, when the initial regret was brought out that could completely destroy the direct line of the sect, you had already prepared countless gunpowder without hesitation.

Buried in a huge yurt, he only waited until the sacrifice was completed and the clan members were drunk together, and then he did something that shocked everyone! Farther away, in a parked military truck, a health doctor who had sneaked in was instigated to rebel.

The foreign woman had a sad look on her face. She had to obey the order and never wanted to be tortured by the silver needle pricking her body again. Finna Fessos, one of the most outstanding CIA agents, watched with complicated eyes as the needle fell back to the high platform.

The figure of the young man.

Terrible! Terrible child! Terrible strength! He also has a terrible identity and background! Being controlled by such a person, if he hadn't been really useful, he would have been killed long ago. The captured communication station was coded in 'Di

There was a ticking sound. Although I didn't know what trick this scary boy was trying to play, I could feel that this time using the Zahalimu to blow up the famous old general in China was definitely a conspiracy!

Likewise, the young man's family should have agreed to such a terrible plan only when the family needed it! That young man's IQ is so powerful. If it really grows up, I am afraid that China will become a restricted area for spy organizations all over the world.

.Every attempt to hide it was seen through, and even the hidden poison was vomited out of her stomach. Fenner really didn’t know what else the other party didn’t know.

I hate this internal operation, and I also hate this mission! If possible, I never want to come to China to perform a mission again in this life! It’s really terrifying. Faced with the secrets of a CIA and FBI, you can hang on

Fenner was really broken down by the young man who talked about it as common sense. If she didn't know the other person's age exactly, she would even wonder if the other person had worked in the CIA and FBI for decades. Otherwise, how could she know everything so clearly?
Chapter completed!