When the falling blazing white sparks of the Ancestral God's Flame entered the body, the Dayan warriors entered an ethereal realm of darkness.
Without thought or existence, it is very mysterious.
I don't know whether Meng deliberately let go, forgot, looked up, or didn't care, Mi Gu, Yuan Gungun, and Xiaoji followed Gong Liang into the ancestral temple.
There was an unknown coercion in the palace that made them feel suffocated, afraid, and afraid to mess around.
They all hid behind Gongliang's butt and looked forward secretly.
When Gongliang knelt down to worship, they also learned to do so in a decent manner.
When the blazing white sparks fell from Ancestral God Yanhuo's body, they also benefited from it and absorbed it a little, even the two-headed dragon viper on Gongliang's wrist and the Yazhu beast soul on his body were no exception.
After Mi Gu absorbed the sparks, he felt warm all over his body and suddenly became a lot smarter. Yuan Gun Gun and Xiao Ji didn't feel anything at all, as if they had soaked in a hot bath, but unfortunately there was no water and it was dry. The beast souls seemed to be them.
The party that benefits the most.
After absorbing the blazing white sparks, the blood eye on the Yaizhenyan pattern suddenly shot out a ray of light, seeming to become stronger than before.
After an unknown amount of time, the Dayan warriors recovered and found that the blood bruises, pain and wounds on their bodies had all disappeared, as if they had never appeared.
For a moment, various emotions such as surprise, astonishment, and gratitude were revealed.
"Why don't you thank the ancestral god for his grace!" shouted the old man sitting on the left side of the earth fire magma.
Only then did the Dayan warriors wake up from their various emotions and knelt before the ancestor god Yanhuo.
The Ancestral God Yanhuo floating in the air moved, as if nodding, and then slowly shrank, returning to the appearance of a ball of blazing white flames.
The old man on the right looked at everyone and said with a serious expression: "From now on, you are the elite of my Da Yan and the foundation of my Da Yan. Remember, from today on, you have an extra responsibility. You will
It exists to protect my Da Yan. The rise and fall of my Da Yan is your rise and fall. My Da Yan's life and death is your life and death. My Da Yan's honor and disgrace are your honor and disgrace."
"Here"
A thunderous roar resounded in the Ancestral Temple, and I don't know if it was happiness, but the Ancestral God's flames swayed in the earth fire magma.
Meng and the elites outside also smiled when they heard the response from inside.
After worshiping the ancestral god, the newly promoted Dayan elites slowly exited the ancestral temple, receiving unanimous congratulations from the Dayan elites waiting outside.
After chatting for a while, they were led by Meng and walked down the long slanting stone steps in front of the Ancestral Temple.
When they reached the end of the stone steps, the newly promoted Dayan elites saw all the people in the tribe gathered together to celebrate their return from the cave.
Seeing them coming down, a group of Dayan elites holding animal skin drums emerged from the crowd, each holding a thick white drumstick in each hand, beating the drums vigorously, saying "Hula, hula, hula la" while beating the drums.
" roared.
In an instant, the roar and drums shook the sky.
The people from the Da Yan tribe who were watching also started to roar, and some picked up weapons and hit the ground.
For a time, the sound of drums, roars, and the clash of weapons mixed together to form a unique welcome ceremony, which was very lively.
After playing the drums for a few times, those Da Yan elites retreated to the side, and then they saw a group of Da Yan girls with strong bodies, big shoulders, thick waists and fat buttocks, carrying double-sided long drum drills with original colors on their backs and covered with python skin.
Get out of the crowd, come to the newly promoted Dayan elite, and start beating.
"Dong dong dong, dong dong dong, dong dong dong"
The Da Yan girl beat the double-sided long drum very rhythmically, raising her legs to kick to the left and right every three times. Her graceful and strong figure made the Da Yan elites next to her almost drool.
Although the slender and gentle Green Mulberry Silkworm Girl is the favorite of all the men in the Great Wilderness, the Dayan Girl is also very popular in the Great Wilderness.
Although they all have strong bodies, big shoulders, thick hips, and fat buttocks, their appearance is unsatisfactory, but they are good here. Everyone in Dahuang knows that Dayan girls can hunt wild beasts when they go out, and they can roast beast meat when they come in.
Mending animal hides is simply the legendary perfect example of being able to work in the living room and in the kitchen.
Therefore, girls from the Dayan tribe are very popular.
The first place in the hearts of men from the Dayan tribe is to marry a girl from their own tribe.
Unfortunately, Dayan girls are very picky. Except for relatives who cannot get married, if they can't find a man who suits their liking, they will marry into a nearby tribe. This is the most distressing thing for Dayan men.
Today's grand ceremony to welcome the new elites is not only to congratulate the tribal warriors for being promoted to elites and opening up caves. In fact, it is also to give tribal girls a chance to get in touch with the new elites. If any bastard falls in love with Mung Bean,
The infatuated man and woman can go directly to the girl's house to get under the covers at night.
You can take it home early the next morning.
On the third day, you will go to the girl’s home with gifts to meet her elders, relatives and friends.
The original style is so bold and unpretentious.
The Dayan girl was beating the drums and dancing, while casting her eyes towards the ranks of the newly promoted tribal elites.
The new tribal elites obviously also knew the importance of today's ceremony, and they all held their heads high and showed their majestic side.
Gongliang stood at the back and saw the excitement in front through the gap, so he stretched his head to look forward. However, the new tribal elite seemed to feel that his presence was a strong threat to them, so they blocked him with their bodies and let him continue.
There was no chance to show his head.
Long ago, the girls of Dayan heard the news about the visitor from the ancestral land, and today they gathered together to celebrate. Among them, they also wanted to see how the man from the ancestral land was doing, and see if he could be their husband.
Unfortunately, looking left and right, I couldn't see any sign of anyone coming from my ancestral land.
Instead, I saw a small and exquisite little guy with wings. This little thing looked stupidly in front of me curiously. It is said that this little thing is the spiritual pet of the people from the ancestral land, but who wants to look at her!
After watching for a long time, no one came from the ancestral land. The Dayan girls felt very disappointed. The time to play the drums had also come, and they quickly stepped aside.
When they retreated, the crowd in front also separated from the middle and stood on both sides. At this time, the man Gongliang had seen before entering the blood pool was holding a rune bone staff, wearing nine-color wings, and wearing a colorful stone feather crown.
The old man came slowly from behind.
The old man still wore nine-colored wings and a colorful stone feather crown on his head, but he did not hold a rune bone staff in his hand. Instead, he held a large sapphire bowl filled with water in one hand and a thin green leaf in the other.
When he arrived in front of the newly promoted tribal elite, the old man picked up the thin green leaves, poured some water into the bowl, recited a spell, and sprinkled it on the newly promoted tribal elite.
Under the old man's spell, the water droplets turned into drizzle, pouring down on the newly promoted tribal elites.
As soon as the drizzle touches the skin, it turns into a coolness that penetrates into the body. The hot air that the elites originally absorbed from the essence of the blood pool of all beasts has disappeared without a trace.
ps: I said earlier that 150,000 words would be updated this month. I didn’t take into account the Spring Festival, so it seems a bit uncertain!