Last time, Wen Fei had seen this kind of ceremony, but at that time, Wen Fei's identity was just a bystander.

And it's just different, he's the main character. When these Aziman people sacrificed, the incense and wishing power surged one after another.

The Aziman tribe is now a huge tribe with a population of almost 3,000, and now they are dancing around, and they are all in a dozen circles.

It was the Wiltos who had just been defeated and captured, and now it seemed that they had initially merged into the Aziman tribe.

At least there was no sense of resistance on the surface, and he also held hands with the Aziman people and danced in circles together.

Like the nomadic peoples of the Old World, they were scattered and combined. Defeated tribes can easily blend into the victorious tribes, the result of thousands of years of natural evolution. It will not be wiped out because of the defeat and massacre, and the result will be the largest and most degraded population.

This is a survival wisdom, and it seems that the Indians on the North American continent also seem to have the same survival wisdom. Defeated tribes easily blend in with victorious tribes.

Especially now, this kind of collective, handed down from the ancient I don't know what age it is, and this kind of collective sacrificial activities buried deep in the bloodline, it is easy for these Indians to merge together.

The syncopation of the rhythm, the most important element of later popular music, is said to have come from the rhythm of the ancient music of the Indians of the Americas.

Even now, this rhythm is very dynamic, and with the desolate drumming and their occasional shouts, it has a more terrifying force.

It's easy for people to get involved. The power of incense is like a cloud of mist, so intense. Wen Fei was a little frightened when he watched it.

Although this is only more than 3,000 people, the powerful and strong incense power that emanates is definitely more vigorous than the preaching gatherings of tens of thousands of people when Wen Fei was in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Since this unfortunate crossing, Master Wen has been in a very embarrassing situation of lacking the power of incense. In the Northern Song Dynasty, the problem faced by the Heavenly Master of Wenda was often that there was too much incense wishing. Splurge.

But in this time and space, it is very miserable. Even to the last time, in the middle of the night. Personally took hundreds of ghosts and ran to Qingshan Town to the point of being scary.

Even so, Qingshan Town's incense wish power has increased dozens of times. However, compared to the present, it is really not worth mentioning!

Void is not compensated. Such a huge amount of incense Wish Liwen Great Heavenly Master is really a little unbearable now.

And. What made Wen Fei a little taboo was that this ancestral spirit was too close, which made Wen Da Heavenly Master a little uneasy.

He didn't dare to release all his souls, but he just showed a little bit of his head. Just a breath and breath, the misty white incense like a thick fog surged over.

As soon as this long-lost amount of power was sucked into the divine soul, there was a feeling of fluttering immortals. The spirit was a little unbearable, and it seemed to be about to float with the wind.

It was an extremely happy feeling, and it was intoxicating. It's kind of like sucking. Poison, if the mind is not strong. It's easy to get caught up in it.

The current Wenfei is like a long-drought field, and suddenly encountered Ganlin. The parched soil greedily absorbs water.

Wen Fei's weak soul was even more greedy, almost frantically, transforming the surging incense wish power into the power of the divine soul. But in this way, the pleasure is much stronger, and the strong pleasure that comes from the soul can even be directly reflected in the physical body.

If you are inexperienced, it is the first time you have absorbed this kind of incense wishing power. If you can't grasp your mind, you may even let your body die impulsively.

There are also many wild gods and evil gods who just can't stand the pleasure of absorbing the power of incense, and go the wrong way, becoming self-sacrificing, and absorbing incense specifically in pursuit of this pleasure.

This is called incense poisoned!

But Master Wen is a person from the past, and his resistance to this kind of resistance is much stronger. Just slightly restrain the mind, so that the heart is firm, not like a mountain.

The spirit suddenly solidified, and the feeling of fluttering immortals was thrown out of his body.

The incense wish power like a thick fog slowly transformed between Wen Fei's breathing. It can even make Wen Fei clearly feel that his soul is becoming stronger a little bit.

That powerful feeling, so real, it seems that the Great Heavenly Master has once again returned to his heyday. Mana is powerful and omnipotent.

But Wen Fei also knew that this was just an illusion in his soul, just like the pleasure just now.

This is an illusion caused by the increase in strength. It's like when people are energetic, they feel like they can kill a tiger with their bare hands.

Wen Fei restrained his mind and once again eliminated such an illusion. Soon, the absorption of incense wish power reached an upper limit, and it could no longer be absorbed at all.

This made Wen Fei stop regretfully, after all, the strength of his divine soul is limited now, and it is impossible to improve it indefinitely, and it takes time to digest it slowly.

The return of the divine soul to the body, combined with the completely recovered body during the ritual fight, made Wen Fei completely have a sense of stability and firmness.

The noisy ceremony in the middle of the night gradually came to an end. Those fanatical and jubilant Azimans, exhausted. Start going back to rest.

Wen Fei slowly exhaled a few breaths, but saw an old man standing in front of him. The man was dressed like the Aziman wizard, but looked very old.

That kind of old age is not in the face and body, but a kind of old atmosphere exuded from the deep heart. Let ordinary people take a look, and they will feel that their hearts have become old.

"Are you an ancestral spirit?" Wen Fei recognized.

Zu Ling smiled and did not deny it. His form was uncertain, and he seemed to be in a hazy halo all the time.

Wen Fei could see at a glance that this was an ancestral spirit that was not a soul in the first place. But it is enshrined as a whole, so it seems like something is wrong.

The halo around him does not mean how powerful this ancestral spirit is, awesome. But it just shows that the strength of this ancestral spirit can no longer be restrained, and it is dissipating and turbulent all the time.

There's nothing surprising about that, though. After all, in this primitive witch cult, there is no mature cultivation system. Something will go wrong!

is not like the Great Heavenly Master, although he later opened up his own way. However, among the Daomen, countless predecessors Gao Zhen have followed one after another, and they have already had a mature cultivation system.

Along the way, there are naturally classics to refer to, and there are predecessors to refer to.

I remember that in the Dan Dao formula, there is a sentence, not the sage Mo Langchai. That's the case, if you are not a great sage and sage who pioneered the way, don't be delusional to create something out of nothing and break out of a way.

"Wizard Wenfei, how did you do that just now?" asked Zu Ling, his voice also unpredictable, coarse and thin, making people sound very uncomfortable.

"Why can you absorb those incense wishes so quickly!" asked Zu Ling anxiously.

Wen Fei pretended to be stupid: "Hey, can't you be the ancestral spirit?"

"Of course not!" said the ancestral spirit longingly. Originally, the ancestral spirit could only passively absorb the power of the incense wish, and never actively absorbed it. So today, seeing that Wen Fei actually used the method of whale swallowing to absorb the power of the incense wish, it naturally made the ancestor spirit who wanted to be more powerful anxious.

In a few words, Wen Fei had already found the problem. The problem is still in the ancestral spirit itself, the soul is not pure, almost like schizophrenia, how can you absorb the power of incense?

"Only the essence is the only one, and you are allowed to stick to it!" Wen Fei spit out this sentence lightly.

Naturally, they will not use sound language like ordinary people. It's a communication between spirits.

However, in a short sentence, it was like an initiation, which made the ancestral spirit tremble, and he didn't speak anymore, and hid in the three-legged strange stone.

Wen Fei smiled slightly, he had never had any good intentions. Even if you point to the ancestral spirit, it also contains the existence of traps that I don't know how many traps there are.

If Wen Fei is not mistaken, then the ancestral spirit is not a soul at all. Rather, just like the original Jurchens, it is the ancestral soul of the past generations and exists.

It's just that these Indians are in the primitive stage of religion, and their understanding of Shinto is even more vague.

Naturally, the ancestral spirit is believed as a whole.

The so-called belief in creating gods is exactly like this! I don't know that after hundreds of years, the originally scattered independent souls have gradually become such an ancestral god......

It's like a person splitting into hundreds of personalities......

To be honest, Wen Fei was not optimistic that the ancestral spirit could truly unify all of these personalities, but the essence was the only one.

The whole world is about to surge, and the old and new continents are also in a magnificent era in this era.

Naturally, the Heavenly Master of Wenda wanted to start from the recovery of the Aziman tribe and change his life against the sky. Otherwise, why would you be here?

He touched the jade pendant on his neck, and suddenly sighed a little.

Back in modern time and space, Wen Fei parked the car at the processing plant, which was spacious and much more convenient to park.

The sewage in the processing plant is flowing sideways, and a pungent fishy smell can be smelled from afar. Wen Fei couldn't help frowning.

Various chemicals are used in the processing of tanned fur. It pollutes the environment very much, so Wenfei is a little helpless!

Fortunately, in this year, people are hardly environmentally conscious. Even if the pollution is serious, no one will complain, and no environmental protection bureau will go so far to the countryside to investigate.

It's really come to check, and there is also the town government to stand up. As a processing plant with prosperous business and a good relationship with the leaders, it will surely become a processing plant with large profits and taxes, and these town leaders will inevitably raise a banner called local protectionism. (To be continued......)