The morning sun is rising, the sun shines on the earth, in the sun, the whole Qingyang Mountain is glowing with a faint blue light, in the ancient mountain, the stone wall exudes a cold metallic luster.

Stone houses were built in the mountains along with the undulating hills, and at this moment, facing the rising sun, the women of the clan walked out of the stone houses and began to prepare meat.

And there was a lot of noise in the silent mountains, and the dolls also started to play in the mountains.

"Babble!"

The little guy also woke up early, and now he is wearing a leather coat made of snow-white animal skin, with big eyes and shiny eyes, and he is lying on Qingyanghuan's shoulder at the moment, with bubbles spitting at the corner of his mouth.

For some reason, this big and small can be said to be a special fate, and the little guy seems to be glued to him.

Today is the day of the clan sacrifice, and it is also the last preparation for the Qingyang clan to leave Lashan.

But all this naturally has his own father, as well as his brother, and the clan elders to prepare, Qingyang Huan doesn't have to worry about it at all, and wanders around the tribe with the little guy.

Now the entire Qingyang clan knows about the existence of the little guy, and believes that it is the bloodline brought back by Qingyang Huan, and he has not explained anything to Qingyang Huan, he is indeed very close to the little guy.

No, just walking out not far, the little guy had already grabbed two gadgets in his hands, a grass ring woven with green grass, a bone flute made of smooth animal bones, and more gadgets were hung on Qingyang Huan's body.

This is the dolls in the Qingyang clan, a small gift for the little guy, the little guy babbles in his mouth, and whoever comes does not refuse, no matter who gives it, he will stretch out his little hand to grab it, it doesn't matter if he can't take it, no one will help take it, and he will eventually be stuffed in Qingyang Huan's arms.

Woo!

Soon, a majestic horn sounded in Qingyang Mountain, piercing the golden cracked stones, soaring into the sky, completely dispelling the last trace of silence in the mountain range.

Boom! Boom!

Following the vibration of the mountain range, the sound was like thunder, and a series of strong figures appeared from all over the mountain range, their faces were red, wearing animal skin armor, holding war spears or swords and guns in their hands, and they marched towards the depths of the mountain range, and a murderous aura permeated the air.

Woooooo

The majestic horn sounded endlessly, and on the top of an ancient mountain in the middle of the mountain range, Qingyangbori held a bronze horn in his hand, and at this moment the horn exuded a faint light.

"Qingyang!"

Suddenly, accompanied by the sound of the trumpet, a loud shout sounded, and suddenly the thunder of the mountain and tsunami sounded in the entire mountain range.

Boom Boom!

The roar was incessant, eliciting the cries of everyone in the tribe, whether it was a woman or a child.

At this moment, the old men of those clans shouted even more, and a touch of crystal appeared in their cloudy eyes.

"Babble, babble!"

In this thunderous roar, the little guy surprisingly did not have the slightest fear, but was also babbling, and even his little hands and feet were kicking hard.

"Qingyang!"

The roar in the mountain range was like thunder, and the air filled the sky, and a majestic momentum rose from the mountain range in an instant.

This is the root that belongs to a clan, and the breath of the same root and origin is blending.

The prime of the clan walked towards the location of the ancestral hall, and behind the middle-aged soldiers, they were followed by the old people, women, and children of the clan, all of whom were heading towards the ancestral hall of Qingyang.

The sound of the horn fell, and Qingyangju on the top of the mountain put down the bronze horn on the side of his mouth, looking around the entire Qingyang Mountain in his eyes, and a trace of memory flashed in the eyes of the rugged man at this moment.

Qingyang Mountain, two thousand years, the place where the figure of a hundred generations of people is imprinted, will finally be made in the hands of him, the patriarch.

In the depths of the mountain range, the blood qi soaring to the sky, and the raging blood flames rushed into the sky, directly covering the mountain.

This is the beast blood incense burned outside the ancestral hall, which is used to worship the ancestors, and these beast incense is the inventory that the Qingyang clan has accumulated over the years.

Even if it is a clan sacrifice every year, it is only nine ways to take out, but now this time the clan has taken out all the hidden ones.

The clan elders who had been living in seclusion in the ancestral hall in the past walked out of the ancestral hall one by one at this moment, wearing beast robes covered with dense patterns, and even the palms and faces exposed outside the beast robes were painted with animal blood.

These clan elders stood at the forefront of all the clansmen, respectfully clinging to the beast incense, and each wisp of Xiao fragrance hovered into the air, as if outlining a mysterious rune.

Beast blood incense is something that every tribe in the Great Wilderness needs to cultivate, using the blood of fierce beasts hunted back from the clan, as well as muscles and bones, baked with various herbs.

Of course, the beast blood incense of each tribe is different, and even some powerful tribes have to add elixir and spirit wood when making beast blood incense.

It is rumored that this beast blood incense can induce the heroic spirits of the deceased ancestors and recreate the great wilderness.

At this moment, Qingyang Huan also stood among the clansmen, watching the clan elders chanting words in their mouths from a distance, and constantly bowing in the direction of the ancestral hall.

In the ancestral hall, there are not only the spirits of the ancestors of the Qingyang clan, but also the broken Qingyang totem stone tablet rubbing.

Standing outside the clan hall, the clan elders whispered softly to inform the ancestors that Qingyang wanted to move to the land of Yaoshan, and Qingyang Huan originally did not believe in the existence of the ancestors' spirits.

Although in this ancient wilderness, those legendary existences, even if they are gone, will leave indelible traces in the heaven and earth.

But for the Qingyang clan, the most powerful existence in the entire history of the Qingyang clan is only a martial artist in the totem realm, and he is far from qualified to have the majesty of imprinting the traces of heaven and earth.

As for two thousand years ago, when the Qingyang clan had not yet ruled this land within a radius of thousands of miles, let alone the forces in the clan, even if it was his own clan, there was no detailed record.

There are only a few broken jade slips that record that the Qingyang clan originated in Qingbi Mountain, as for where this Qingbi Mountain is, I don't know at all, and the rest of the records are after the Qingyang Clan's Qingyang Mountain.

In the Great Wilderness, for many tribes, the clan record represents the heritage of a tribe, and without the clan record, it is impossible to prove the reproduction of the race.

Even if you boast about the eternal inheritance of the race, but you can't come up with a basis to testify, no one will believe it.

In his opinion, the ancestors worshiped by the Qingyang clan from generation to generation are more like a kind of spiritual sustenance.

"Sacrifice!"

A sudden burst of shouts exploded, and the many warriors surrounding the ancestral hall dispersed, leaving a wide aisle in the middle.

A black-armored earth walking dragon with a height of seven zhang was dragged by hundreds of clan soldiers.

This Earth Walking Dragon was found by Qingyang Huan in three days from the mountains adjacent to the Lashan Ancient Land and the Ghost Fang Ancient Land, which was comparable to the combat power of the Terran Heavenly Atlas Teng Realm.

There is a trace of dragon blood of the ancient black dragon flowing in the body, not to mention the huge size, and the blood qi is even more abundant, seven zhang is only its height, and the whole body is close to the size of thirteen zhang from head to tail.

At this moment, this black crystal earth dragon was banned, and it couldn't move even if it wanted to roar, and it was dragged out of the ancestral hall by the strong men in the clan.

"Sacrifice to my ancestors of Qingyang, inherited for two thousand years, and passed down from generation to generation in Qingyang!"

The old man Qingyang walked to the front of the ancestral hall, holding a bronze knife in his hand with a faint light, and a bloody aura permeated from the knife.

This is a sacrificial knife, and this knife has existed since the day of the Qingyang Founding Clan.

The sacrificial weapon is not the same as the weapon used by the warrior, it is more like giving some kind of mysterious power, Qing Yanghuan tried to hold this sacrificial knife, but finally put it down, he felt that this sacrificial knife was entangled with some unknown cause and effect.

"Sacrifice!"

In a trance, everyone's ears were blasted with a roar, followed by the humming of the sacrificial knife in Qingyang's broken hand, and a hundred zhang long blue light burst out.

Burst!

Compared to the Heavenly Atlas's combat power, no one understands it better than Qingyang Huan, not to mention that it contains a trace of the blood of an ancient black dragon, and its physique is even stronger.

However, in front of the bronze knife that looked like it was no more than ordinary copper casting, it was like a thin layer of animal skin, and the neck was slashed.

At this moment, Qingyang Huan's spiritual will to complete the realm of heaven and man suddenly felt the change between heaven and earth!

Do Ancestral Spirits Really Exist?

He looked in the direction of the ancestral hall, and at some point a wave of fluctuation floated out of the ancestral hall.

Buzz!

At the same time, at this moment, at the neck of the Earth Walking Dragon that was cut by the copper knife, the dragon blood rushed like a river erupting, and it couldn't be stopped at all, and the dragon blood flowing from the Earth Walking Dragon was directly volatilized into the void.

Buzz!

The next moment, the kind of fluctuation in the void made people feel more and more chilling, as if there was an invisible heroic spirit coiling, the dragon's blood dispersed into the air, turned into a rain of blood, and the entire Qingyang Mountain fell, dripping down towards every clansman.

These falling red blood were obviously dragon blood, but Qingyang sensed a touch of familiarity from it, as if there was a breath of the same root and origin merging with him.

"The ancestors of the heroic spirit, Qingyang has been multiplied for two thousand years, but trapped in Lashan, the creation is shallow, and now I want to move out of the clan, fight the creation of the inheritance from generation to generation, and take the fierce beast and the dragon as a sacrifice to announce the ancestors!"

"Qingyang is broken with the blood of the Clan, pause!"

Airplanes!

In an instant, the Qingyang Mountain roared and exploded, although it was not yet noon, but the sun was already in the sky, shining on the earth, but the Qingyang Mountain was floating in a shadow.

Outside the ancestral hall, the clansmen of the Qingyang clan knelt on the ground with hula, and a faint wind rolled up in the void outside the ancestral hall, and blood and qi were constantly blown away from the body of the earth walking dragon and merged into the void.

Qingyang Duan is naturally the first one to kneel in front of the ancestral hall, behind him is the Qingyang Lie brothers, and behind them are the three brothers of Qingyang Huan. "Qingyang is broken with the blood of the Clan, pause!"

A moment later, Qing Yang Duan chanted again.

Inside the ancestral hall, it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything at all, and the wind outside the ancestral hall was like a tide, and the blood and bones of the earth dragon were constantly being blown away like this, turning into blood and gas and filling the void.

is also Qing Yanghuan who is kneeling on the ground, but the spiritual world is tense, setting off a monstrous wave, he has naturally entered the ancestral hall, but the feeling brought to him by the ancestral hall at this moment is like an abyss, unfathomable.

ps two more today, some cards, four more tomorrow!