At night, the Ancestral Temple was filled with corpses of ferocious birds and beasts.

The witch wore a new feathered dress made of various feathers, held a bone staff in her hand, and a colorful feathered crown of woven inlaid with various gems. She stood in front of the burning blue-purple flames and danced, singing mysterious and inexplicable sentences loudly.

As the witch chanted, the cluster of blue and purple flames in the middle of the stone pillar began to jump.

But Gongliang felt that the flame seemed weak and weak today, and he remembered his vigorous and lively appearance before.

The following facts verified his idea. When the flame fire was three times, forming the tribe's "Yan" totem, the power of the flame seemed to be used up, very weak, shaking, and not destroyed.

The witch seemed to have noticed this situation, and suddenly raised her hands, sang loudly, and danced the ancient dance.

The old man next to him matched the drums, and the tribal warriors hit the ground with bones and spears. Different sounds gathered together to play a hymn from the primitive tribe.

Amid the witch's loud voice, a trace of blue smoke floated out of the heads of ferocious birds and beasts and poured into the burning flames of stone pillars. The originally shaking flames that had not yet been destroyed immediately became much thicker. But it was just like this, unlike when the blue smoke was injected in the past when worshiping the ancestor god, the flames would burn violently, becoming full, strong, powerful, and hot, as if they could burn everything at any time.

I don’t know what happened, but Gongliang felt that it might be related to the scene he saw with Qingyan last time, so he wanted to see it again.

But I was hesitant again, fearing that I would feel like I was burned all over my body and could not die, just like last time.

But he wanted to find out the reason.

In the end, I couldn't resist the curiosity in my heart, and looked in the direction where Qingyan escaped, and instantly my mind fell into it.

When the blue smoke enters the blue-purple flame on the stone pillar, it is not absorbed, but follows the flame into an open space below.

The dark black wood that Gongliang saw in this empty place last time was still there, but the blue flame on it had obviously become many times smaller, leaving only a blue flame floating there, and it was not like last time, as if it was conscious, and it was chasing him and emitting a scorching flame to burn himself. It was very terrible.

After the dark blue flame on the black wood absorbed the blue smoke floating from the heads of ferocious birds and beasts, it became a little bigger and the flame became strong and powerful.

He didn't see that the green smoke was absorbed by his eyebrows and entered the space deep in the eyebrows.

There was a thin blue flame there, surrounded by ice crystal jade dew. As soon as the blue smoke entered, it was absorbed by the blue flame, and the flame suddenly condensed a little.

After looking at the dark blue flame on the dark wood for a while, Gongliang could not think of how it would become smaller, so he simply stopped thinking about it and left here.

He has encountered too many stupid things recently, such as why he could see Uncle Dashi's family through the wall; why can he grow trees on his belly, there are fruits on the trees, space inside the fruits, and land that can absorb the energy of ferocious beasts, and things can be planted on the land.

Everything is so stupid and completely subverts the science he knew in his previous life.

Sure enough, this world is like a classic saying from a child in his previous life: "Scientific principles are OK without saying them."

Because I can't say it! I can't explain it clearly and can't explain it, so how can I say it?

Gongliang could only leave all his thoughts behind. Speaking of which, he was already very lucky, at least he was still alive.

No one from the Yan tribe is going out to hunt now, and all the young warriors are involved in the offensive team fighting against the beast group.

These middle-aged warriors were divided into two shifts day and night, taking turns to prevent them from being attacked by the beasts at night. The remaining young warriors were used as backups, but some people took the initiative to help.

The warriors of the Yan army guarding the wall saw the group of beasts attacking and quickly blew the horn. The archers guarding the wall and the surrounding archers immediately started to move.

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PS: Today's update, the number of words has been updated recently, and the official promotion may not be able to keep up, so I occasionally delayed one chapter. By the way, I sorted out some previous chapters. I remember that there seemed to be a chapter that wrote the name string, but I don't remember which chapter it was, so I had to look for it.

Some friends said why this book is not original, but has become fantasy.

I want to say that this book is originally fantasy, but the front part is the primitive tribe, and the back part is not, it should be something you have never seen before.
Chapter completed!