In the sky above, the ancestor god Yanhuo of Yanbu kept twisting and jumping, and quietly touched the ancestor god Yanhuo with a corner of the flame, seeming very happy.
The ancestor god Yanhuo in Gongliang's mind watched quietly, feeling very pleased.
After looking at it for a while, the former ancestor god Yanhuo found the right corner of the character "fire" at the top of the character "Yan" and gently pressed it on the character "fire" at the top of the character "fire" at the top of the character Yanhuo Yan, the ancestor god of the current Yan tribe.
The originally jumping Ancestor God Yanhuo suddenly quieted down, and the surging source of natal fire continued to spread from the former Ancestor God Yanhuo to the current Ancestor God Yanhuo.
The purple-blue flames on the former ancestor god Yanhuo became lighter and lighter, while the flames on the current ancestor god Yanhuo became darker and darker.
As the color of the flames on the body of the current ancestor god Yanhuo became darker, the left corner of the word "fire" at the top of the character "fire" of the former ancestor god Yanhuo moved slightly, and traces of green smoke suddenly floated in the heads of the ferocious beasts as sacrifices below.
, escape into the body of Yanhuo, the ancestor god.
"boom"
There was a loud noise, like adding fuel to a fire.
The flame body of the Ancestral God Yan suddenly rolled from bottom to top, and its aura became very strong, and its appearance was even more vague due to the strong aura, making it difficult to see clearly.
The figure reappeared, and it was found that the flaming yellow flame body of the ancestor god Yan had turned into a faint blue, while the flame body of the ancestor god Yan on Gongliang's body had become weaker.
When the flames on the ancestor god Yanhuo turned blue, the ancestor god Yanhuo flew back to the giant lantern in the space between Gongliang's eyebrows.
In an instant, the lamp oil on the lamp panel disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, while the thin flame body of the flame slowly recovered and became more and more solid.
The Yanhuo, the ancestor god of Yanbu, floated in the air, and he watched the ancestor god leave in a daze, feeling at a loss for a moment.
Suddenly, Yuhan looked into the sky and shouted. His voice was clear and distant, as if it could tear apart time and space and illuminate the eternity.
Yanhuo, the ancestor god of Yanbu, was awakened by the shouts. When he looked down, he found that the tribal sacrifice had come to an end. The flame body moved slightly, and a ball of flame flew out and exploded in the air. It scattered into countless sparks and floated down from the air, scattering on the sacrifice.
On the bodies of everyone in the Yan tribe. And it reluctantly glanced at the Yan Huo that had escaped into Gongliang's brow, and flew towards the Ancestral Temple.
Sparks turned into streams of clear water and poured into Gongliang's eyebrows.
In the past, it might have made him clear-sighted and given him extraordinary strength, but now the effect is minimal.
However, these sparks are very precious to the people of the tribe.
The sparks fell on them and instantly turned into streams of clear water pouring into their bodies, nourishing the body and strengthening the body. Some of them were unable to withstand such great power because there were too many sparks falling on their bodies.
The voice of the earth.
Sparks fall on the tribal warriors who are engraved with flame patterns. After strengthening their bodies, the excess energy will be absorbed by the flame patterns.
After absorbing the energy from the spark, the flame pattern changes from dim to bright, as if it is alive.
As usual, after worshiping the ancestral gods, the tribe's people would offer their most precious things to the tribe's shaman, and this time was no exception.
Yuhan, like Wu, randomly collected items from a few people and pushed the rest back.
Next, it was time to divide the meat. Gongliang quickly stepped forward and told the leader Wu He that he had to divide the great creation soup at this time. Otherwise, he didn’t know how long it would take for the people in the tribe to reach this level.
together.
After Wu heard Gong Liang's words, he nodded towards the leader Si.
Si immediately stepped forward and faced everyone in the tribe and said: "Today, Gongliang, a tribesman who left our Yan tribe to worship at Dahuang Temple and go to Dongtu Dazong to practice, came back. He specially collected the food from Dongtu and Dahuang.
I have brewed a large pot of good luck soup with various good medicines, so that everyone can strengthen their muscles and bones, improve their physical condition, and be able to hunt more prey. Now, please come forward and get a bowl for each person."
While he was talking, Gong Liang walked to the right corner where the sacrifices were placed and put out the Three Emperors' Food Cauldron.
At this time, the people of the tribe heard the leader's words and looked forward. When they saw the huge cauldron that was almost two people tall, they couldn't help but open their mouths in surprise. They had never seen such a big cauldron before.
After thinking about it, Gongliang opened the lid of the cauldron. The great fortune soup inside had been left for so long. It had already cooled down and turned into a warm and charming spirit, so there was no trace of breath. Gongliang took out a long ladle and scooped out the soup.
A unique aroma of the Great Creation Soup suddenly wafted out from it.
"Wow, it smells so good!"
“It smells so good.”
"I've never smelled anything like this."
The people in Yanbu smelled the fragrance and were amazed.
Not only is it fragrant, this aroma also contains some essence of the Great Creation Soup. Just smelling it will make your blood boil.
"smell good!"
The fragrance wafted in the wind. On the edge of the boulder, on the upper floor of the street where Mabe and the elites from the wilderness lived together, a stout Dahuang elite smelled it and sighed in admiration.
"It's a pity that today is the big festival held by Yanbu itself, otherwise we could go over and drink." said an elite next to him.
"Don't think about it, haven't you heard that Gong Liang, who practiced in the East, specially prepared various good medicines to improve the physique of his people?" Another elite said coldly.
"I never thought about drinking the Great Creation Soup. It would be great if I could participate in the sacrifice. At least I could get a few sacred fires given by the ancestor god Yanbu. I found that after receiving the sacred fire during the last sacrifice, my body became stronger. If
If you leave your ancestral land and return to our tribe to bathe in the sacred pool, you will definitely be able to break through your current realm." said the first stout elite.
"I feel that the Ancestral God Yanbu is unfair. Last time I offered up such a big ferocious beast and only got three divine fires. But the ferocious beast you offered was not as big as mine, yet you actually got more than me."
"Oh, do you think that the Ancestral God Yanbu rewards you with divine fire based on how many ferocious beasts you sacrifice? It depends on your sincerity. If you were in our tribe, you would have been shot away by the Ancestral God, and you can still make noise here."
"Don't think so much. Even if you get so much divine fire, it's useless. If you can't absorb it, why don't you just yell like those Yanbu people and let the divine fire power drain out of your body."
"Do you think we can ask the shamans from the Yan Department to engrave Yan patterns for us? If there are Yan patterns, we can absorb excess energy, and we can also use the power of the Yan patterns to hunt more powerful beasts."
"Stop dreaming. That is the inheritance of Yanbu. It is a unique mark of Yanbu. It is useful only if you believe in the ancestral god of Yanbu. If you don't believe in the ancestral god of Yanbu, even if the witch engraves it on you, it will be of no use to you. Besides, even if the witch is willing to engrave it on you, it will be useless to you.
I guess you don’t dare to ask for the Yan Wen, otherwise you will be hunted to death by the Great Yan tribe.”
"Then tell me, if we believe in the ancestral god Yanbu, can we be able to engrave the Yan pattern?"
"I don't know if the witches of the Yan tribe will engrave the Yan pattern on you, but if you dare to believe in other tribe's ancestral gods, as long as the leader finds out, you will be kicked out of the tribe immediately. Maybe as soon as you leave the ancestral land, you will be kicked out of our tribe.
The ancestor god killed you. Your idea is very dangerous. You can talk to us, but don’t say it in front of other people. If the people of the tribe hear it, you will have to be beaten to death."
"I didn't just say it casually!"
"snort"
"Hmm"
The person who spoke before suddenly had his eyes lit up and said: "Then people who are not from the Mangye tribe will have the opportunity to engrave the Yan pattern. Anyway, they don't have the protection of the ancestral gods. It's the same for anyone who believes in it."
"Not just the Mangye tribe, any tribe or people who do not believe in the ancestor gods can believe in the ancestor gods of other tribes. As for whether it is possible to engrave the Yan pattern, you have to ask the shamans of the Yan tribe."
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"Um"
The casual words among the elites upstairs reached the ears of some thoughtful people eating upstairs, and soon spread.
For a time, the hearts of the Great Wilderness elites who did not believe in the ancestral gods surged with excitement.