Every year at the end of the year of the Yan tribe is a very sacred thing, so you have to choose the day and time.

Today is undoubtedly a good time to hold a festival, because the tribe's witches have used ferocious beast bones to divine for a while.

The sky was clear, and a full moon hung high above the big stones where the tribe lived, emitting rays of white moonlight.

After everyone in the tribe put the sacrifices on it, they stood behind the witch, waiting for the time to worship.

Today, the witch was also dressed in a dress, wearing a snow-white fur made of animal fur inside, and a feathered dress made of countless colorful feathers on the outside, and a crown made of many colorful gems and feathers on her head. Two long feathers rushed straight into Yuntian, just like the two feathers on Sun Wukong's head. She changed her hand to a different stick than when she was last worshipping the ancestor god. The head of the stick was a skull of an unknown animal, and the body of the stick was also made of animal bones.

Two blue round gems are inlaid in the two eye holes of the skull, emitting a royal blue light in the night, which looks a bit scary.

The night is getting deeper, the moon is shining, and everything is quiet.

Gongliang looked up at the bright moon in the sky. The moon here seemed to be brighter than he had seen before. The moon shadows in the moon were not as thick as they had seen before. It was so round, so it should be fifteen. He suddenly remembered that during the Mid-Autumn Festival, he would always buy some mooncakes with puff pastry and mung bean fillings, make a pot of Wuyi rock tea, and look at the moon while tasting tea while eating mooncakes. At that time, he felt that life was like this, and he really wanted nothing more.

But now, people are no longer that person, and this month is not the moon in their hometown. Thinking about it, it makes people sigh.

Sacrifices at the end of the year are very sacred things. They are not only thanks for the ancestor gods to bless the tribe this year, but also hopes and expectations for the ancestor gods to be able to bless the next year as always.

The witch stood in front, following the tribe's big leader and second leader, followed by the tribe warriors and tribe members. Everyone stood quietly and waited for time. For a moment, the surroundings were silent. Under this solemn and solemn situation, even the most naughty child in the tribe was waiting obediently.

When the moon was halfway through the sky, the witch who had been standing there moved.

He raised his hands high, looked up at the direction of the Ancestral Temple, and sang a high-pitched and mysterious note slowly. The sound was vast and vast, pointing directly to the soul, making people clear. All the distracting thoughts in the heart, mind, and body were thrown into nothing in an instant.

The mysterious notes are far and long and echo for a long time.

The high-pitched notes seemed to have consumed most of the witch's strength, and then the sound became gentle and soft. Under his singing, the cluster of blue and purple flames in the middle of the stone pillars of the Ancestral Temple in the big stone began to jump and roll up.

The flame slowly grew larger and began to spread around, and the flame body became higher and higher, gradually spreading to the edge of the thick stone pillar, covering the hollow part above. At the same time, another virtual flame gradually separated next to the flame.

The flames gradually went from virtual to solid, becoming clearer and clearer, and gradually two burning flames formed. They were both connected and belonged to each other, and looked very strange.

Things are far from over.

The separated flames began to twist enchantly under the sing of the witch, and a cluster of flames separated from each flame. The two flames gathered together to form a new flame phantom, standing on the two flames, forming the flame totem "Yan" believed by the Yan tribe.

After the three clusters of flames were separated, the power of the flame was dispersed and seemed a little thin.

At this time, the witch's singing suddenly became sharp and powerful, and her body began to dance the ancient tribal dance inherited from ancient times.

When he was dancing, the big and second leaders of the tribe who had been following him also danced, and then the tribe warriors behind him also danced with them and sang a vast ancient song. The old tribe next to him picked up the skin drum and responded with special rhythm to guide them to move. The warriors in the tribe also hit the ground with bones and spears.

Gradually, adult men and women in the tribe joined in, singing and dancing, and jumping.

This is a tribal ancient dance inherited from ancient times and a war dance that symbolizes victory.

For a time, the witch's chanting, the ancient songs of tribal warriors, the singing of adult men and women, and the sounds of the elderly tribe's skin drums, the bones of warriors, spears and other things were recombined into a new music. Although it was not gorgeous, it was very simple and touching.

Gongliang has seen this situation once, which was the sacrifice held in the Ancestral Temple after the tribe warriors returned from hunting last time, but this time it was undoubtedly even more grand.

As the witch chanted, Gongliang saw the situation he saw in the Ancestral Temple last time.

A trace of blue smoke floated out from the heads of all the ferocious beasts behind them, floating towards the big stones where the tribe lived.

Suddenly, he saw an incredible scene and couldn't help but widen his eyes. The fireworks originally located in the Ancestral Temple actually floated out of the Ancestral Temple, and under the injection of the blue smoke from the ferocious beasts, it became bigger and bigger, almost as tall as the big stone.

The flames that floated out were originally very thin, but they suddenly burned violently with the infusion of the ferocious beasts floating out of the blue smoke. In just a moment, the thin flames became very full, strong, powerful, and hot, as if they could burn everything at any time.

After another ancient dance ended, everyone stopped and knelt down to the ancestor god Yanhuo floating in front of the big stone. For a moment, the four fields were silent.

At this moment, Wu suddenly looked into the sky and shouted, his voice was loud and distant, as if he could tear apart time and space and see the eternal.

As he shouted, the flame of the word "Yan" that appeared in front of the big stone suddenly burst out and became numerous sparks and drifted everywhere.

Sparks fell from above like snowflakes and sprinkled on the people of the tribe.

Because the sparks fell from the sky, Gongliang got some more sparks this time. The sparks fell on his body, turning into clear streams and pouring in from his eyebrows, making him clear and his eyes clear for a moment, and his whole body felt comfortable and he had goose bumps.

After the clear stream flowed all over his body, he opened his eyes and saw that some of the tribe warriors in front of them were still immersed in the energy from the sparks. The flame patterns on their bodies became very bright, as if they had come alive. Some warriors woke up and couldn't help but pat their chests and roared out. The wild roar brought a brutal smell to the primitive tribe.

Every time a ferocious beast is worshipped, the tribe warriors will get some extraordinary power from the sparks that the ancestor god flames burst.

It is precisely because the people in the tribe are so enthusiastic about worshiping the ancestor god. Otherwise, ferocious beasts would not be so easy to hunt, and there would be no sufficient benefits, and no fool would do it.

After the worship ended, the people in the tribe rushed to present their most precious things to the witch.

Wu smiled and accepted the things from several people, and pushed the others back.
Chapter completed!