"Totem Shadow is the embodiment of the totem, although it is impossible to learn totem martial arts, but it can perceive the direction of the totem, and ...... And once the totem is damaged, then the stone spear totem in my tribe will also be damaged! ”

Shi Moya's face was solemn, Xi Bai was surprised and abnormal, if this is the case, then the importance of this Tut Shadow can be imagined, the other party actually handed over such an important thing to him as an outsider!

In fact, there is no way to do this in Shimoya, in order for his son to learn strong martial arts, he always has to pay some price, and he is afraid that Xi Bai will not recognize the importance of this totem shadow, so he will make it clear.

"Since Patriarch Shi handed over such an important thing to me, then I will definitely keep it alive, please rest assured!" Xi Bai's face was grim and said seriously.

Shi Moya breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Well, I believe that Brother Xi Bai will, when the time comes, when you want to find the location of my stone spear tribe, you only need to immerse your mind in this totem shadow, you can perceive the totem location of my stone spear tribe, and you can find the location of my tribe with this." ”

Xi Bai was immersed in his heart, and sure enough, something in the dark was calling him from afar, although he couldn't see it, he could really feel that position, thinking that this was the totem of the stone spear tribe.

After knowing that this thing was useful, Xi Bai put it away with great importance, and the two exchanged a few more words before going to rest.

In the early morning of the next day, Xi Bai had just gotten on the game, when he heard a jubilant sound outside, and then a knock on the door sounded, Xi Bai opened the door and saw that it was Shi Moya, Shi Moya smiled and said: "Good morning Brother Xi Bai, we will go to hand in the tribute first, and then we will leave, you should be careful yourself, after all, we are all gone, and your identity is not easy to hide." ”

Xi Bai nodded and said, "Well, thank you Patriarch Shi for your concern, I will be careful, then I won't send it." ”

Shi Moya and Xi Bai came out together, and saw that the people of the Stone Lance tribe were packing their things, and then left with the people of the other tribes, Xi Bai found an opportunity and quietly slipped away.

When he came to the street, Xi Bai noticed that all the houses were putting up lanterns and jubilant, and he noticed that everyone here had a red ribbon tied to their foreheads, and at the center of their eyebrows, a red dot was painted with a red dye, and the flow of people was heading towards the west, like a long river.

Xi Bai was a little at a loss, and suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder, he suddenly turned around, and found that it was an old woman with a wrinkled face, the old woman had kind eyebrows and eyes, and smiled at him, which made Xi Bai breathe a sigh of relief, the other party was holding a porcelain bowl in his left hand, which was red dye, and the other party's right index finger was dipped and touched towards Xi Bai's eyebrows.

Xi Bai didn't dodge, let the other party point at the center of his eyebrows, although he couldn't see what he looked like now, but he thought that it should be the same as everyone else, there was an extra red dot in the center of his eyebrows, and then the old woman took out a red silk scarf from her arms and tied it on Xi Bai's forehead, and then left with a smile.

Xi Bai doesn't understand, this is a blessing ceremony, and the people of the grassland believe that if you give happiness to others, you will get more happiness yourself. Xi Bai blended into the flow of people and headed towards the west together.

After walking for a long time, Xi Bai looked up and suddenly saw that the front suddenly opened up, as if it was a huge square, a huge square large enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people! In the middle of the square was a nine-story platform, but there was nothing on it.

Although the square is huge, there are more people, so Xi Bai is not in the square now, but at the intersection of a street, the flow of people has stopped, and it is obvious that this is the destination.

The people around him were still noisy, chaotic, Xi Bai waited helplessly, and when it was almost noon, the crowd suddenly quieted down, and Xi Bai was suddenly shocked, and finally there was a change.

He looked far away, but unfortunately it was too far away, and there were so many people in the way, that he could not see what was happening in the middle of the square, and only faintly heard the sound of neat footsteps, as if the army was marching.

Then in the corner of the square, he saw a different kind of dragon "flying" above everyone's heads, it was a papier-mâché dragon, all golden, about more than 20 meters long, it should be held by many people, but he couldn't see the people below, so it looked like a dragon was flying.

The reason why this dragon is different is because although this dragon has the body of a dragon, it is not a dragon's head, but a strange lion head, with a long mane and antlers, but no dragon beard, and its face is a lion's face, which looks nondescript, like a unicorn, and like a lion.

The dragon walked towards the nine-story platform in the middle, Xi Bai saw many gorgeously dressed people on the high platform, the leader was an old man with white hair, although his hair was white, his body was straight, and he was tall, with broad shoulders, just looking at the back, he thought it was a strong man, because the old man had a thick beard, he looked like a flamboyant lion.

Behind the old man was a group of men and women, all with solemn expressions, step by step towards the top of the high platform, followed by people holding various tributes, a few small people, and finally the guards holding the strange dragon, all with half of their bodies exposed, and their muscles were stretched.

A group of people went up to the high platform, put the tribute away, the strange dragon was in the front, a group of people followed behind the old man, bowed to the dragon, after three bows and nine knocks, but did not get up, only heard the old man say loudly: "The god of the grassland is above, please bless the clansmen of my wild lion tribe!" Please bless our grasslands, bless our waters! ”

The old man's voice was high-pitched, and he called many times in a row, as if he wanted to reach the heavens and let the true god hear, and then Xi Bai saw that the people around him knelt down one after another, and followed the old man's call, coming and going were all these simple words.

Xi Bai didn't want to attract attention, so he knelt down, only listening to the rumbling in his ears, there was a feeling of deafening, but if he listened carefully, he seemed to be unable to hear anything clearly.

There was about a stick of incense, everyone stood up, and the old man on the high platform paid homage again, and then got up, Xi Bai only saw that the other party's lips seemed to be squirming, but this time he couldn't hear what the other party was saying, he was curious, and couldn't help but run the "Lingjue Gong", but he still couldn't hear it, and then he understood that the other party was silently chanting and didn't make a sound.

He suddenly became bored, thinking about whether to leave like this, but when he turned his eyes, he saw that there was an old rickety figure beside him, he was suddenly shocked, and recognized that the other party was the old man, but he didn't know when the other party came to his side!

He was sure that when he got up just now, the other party was not there! He couldn't help but take a step back, but found that the other party didn't move, and suddenly became a little embarrassed, in fact, he didn't know what he was afraid of.

"You're not from our steppe, are you?"

Xiu Lao suddenly said lightly, not as weak as when he told stories in the restaurant before, and now the other party's voice is still old, but it seems to be full of energy.

It's just that these words made Xi Bai's face change greatly, there were so many people around, and the other party didn't deliberately lower his voice, if it was known that he was from the Central Plains, he didn't know what would happen. It's just that when he looked around, he found that no one who was almost close to him paid attention to him, still looking at the high platform, as if he hadn't heard the words of the elder Xiu.

Xi Bai's mind turned, Xiu Lao was obviously coming for him, and as soon as he came, he broke his identity, what was it for? It's just that he tried his best, but he couldn't think of a reason, and he remembered that the other party could come to him silently, and his strength was really unfathomable, if the other party really had any bad intentions, he was afraid that he would not be able to resist.

"You can speak with confidence, and the people around you can't hear you." Xiu Lao said lightly.

Sure enough, the people around him still didn't move, and Xi Bai's heart shook, what kind of realm is this, to be able to do this! Legend has it that when martial arts reach a certain level, they can twist the sound into a thread and only reach one person's ears, and even be able to transmit thousands of miles, but Xi Bai didn't believe in this kind of martial arts before, even if it is a thousand miles of sound, it won't be so magical!

"Ahem, I don't know what's going on with the old man?" Xi Bai coughed dryly and asked carefully, when he spoke, his attention was actually on the people around him.

As a result, the people around him didn't seem to hear what he said, and they didn't react at all. Xi Bai almost bit off his snake head, and speculated on the strength of Xiu Lao, to a higher level, if he can say that he can twist his voice into a strand, then how can he make other people's voices also twist into a strand? What kind of realm the other party is, Xi Bai can't imagine it anymore, in his feeling, it seems that even those legendary masters, the old man of Tianji, can't do this!

Elder Xiu was also looking at the high platform, and he didn't look at Xi Bai, and said lightly: "Do you really believe that there was once a Divine Dragon Tribe in this world?" Believe in this legend? ”

Xi Bai now has no other thoughts, just with the strength of the other party, he really doesn't have any fancy intestines, since the other party doesn't explain his intentions, he has no choice, nodded seriously and said: "Yes, I do believe that there is the existence of the Shenlong tribe!" ”

Just kidding, the other party asked so, how could this be just a legend! Even if Xi Bai wasn't convinced that there was a Divine Dragon Tribe before, he is convinced now, and he also confirmed that this cultivator is definitely a member of the Divine Dragon Tribe, or has a certain relationship with the Divine Dragon Tribe!

When the elder Xiu heard Xi Bai say this, he was silent again, and he didn't speak for a long time, Xi Bai was suddenly depressed, what the other party was going to do, he couldn't say clearly, so he had to learn from the other party and look towards the high platform.

I saw that the old man on the high platform had finished chattering, and was holding a torch in one hand, walking towards the strange dragon.