As the morning sun rises, the sun shines on the earth.
Under the sunshine, the entire Qingyang Mountain glows with a faint blue light.
In the ancient mountain, the stone walls glow with a cold metallic luster.
Stone houses in the mountains were built one after another along with the undulating mountains.
Facing the rising sun, the women of the tribe walked out of the stone houses and began to prepare meat.
Moreover, there began to be noisy sounds in the silent mountains, and the dolls also started playing in the mountains.
"Ey" The little guy also woke up very early.
He is now wearing a fur coat made of snow-white animal skins.
He has big eyes and bright eyes.
He is lying on Qingyang Huan's shoulder with bubbles blowing from the corner of his mouth.
For some reason, the older one and the younger one had a special rapport, and the little one seemed to be glued to him.
Today is the family memorial day, and it is also the Qingyang family’s final preparations for leaving Lashan.
But of course his father, brother, and clan elders had to prepare for all this, so Qingyang Huan didn't have to worry about it, just wandering around in the tribe with the little guy.
Now the entire Qingyang tribe knows the existence of the little guy, and has identified him as the blood descendant brought back by Qingyang Huan.
Qingyang Huan did not explain anything to Qingyang Huan.
He is indeed very attached to the little guy.
No, just after walking out not far, the little guy 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 hanging on the On Qingyang Huan's body.
These are the little gifts given to the little ones by the dolls of the Qingyang tribe.
The little ones are babbling in their mouths and will not reject anyone who comes.
No matter who gives it, they will stretch out their little hands to grab it.
It doesn’t matter if they can’t take it.
There is no one here.
Helped to hold it, and finally stuffed it into Qingyang Huan's arms.
Woo Soon, a powerful horn sounded in Qingyang Mountain, piercing through the cracked gold and stone, reaching into the sky, and completely dispelling the last trace of silence in the mountain range.
Boom boom boom boom Immediately after the mountains shook, the sound was like thunder, and strong figures appeared from all over the mountains.
Their faces were red, wearing animal skin armor, holding spears or swords in their hands, and arrayed towards the depths of the mountains.
Okay, a chilling air filled the air.
Woo woo woo The sound of powerful horns continued.
On the top of an ancient mountain in the center of the mountain range, Qingyangjue held a bronze horn in his hand.
At this moment, the horn exuded a faint glow.
"Qingyang" Suddenly, a loud shouting accompanied the sound of the horn, and suddenly the whole mountain range resounded with thunderous sounds like mountain roars and tsunamis.
Boom boom boom The roars were endless, even arousing the shouts of every clan member in the tribe, whether they were women or children.
At this moment, the elders in the clan shouted hoarsely, and a glimmer of light appeared in their cloudy eyes.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Amidst this thunderous roar, the little guy surprisingly didn't show any fear at all.
Instead, he was also screaming, and even his little hands and feet were kicking hard.
"Qingyang"
The roar in the mountains was like thunder, and the air penetrated the sky, and a majestic force rose from the mountains in an instant.
This is the root of a clan, where the breaths of the same origin blend together.
The young men in the clan headed towards the ancestral palace.
Behind the young clan soldiers, the elders, women, and children in the clan followed, all heading towards the Qingyang ancestral palace.
When the horn sound fell, Qingyangjue on the top of the mountain put down the bronze horn from his mouth and looked around the entire Qingyang Mountain.
At this moment, a flash of memory flashed in the eyes of the rugged man.
Qingyang Mountain, the place where hundreds of generations of clansmen have been imprinted for two thousand years, will finally come to an end in the hands of his clan leader.
Deep in the mountains, the blood energy rose to the sky, and the raging blood flames soared into the sky, directly covering the top of the mountain.
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This is the incense of animal blood burned outside the ancestral palace, which is used to worship ancestors.
These animal incense are the stocks accumulated by the Qingyang clan over the years.
Even in the clan sacrifice every year, only nine paths were taken out, but this time all the clan's treasures were taken out.
The clan elders who had been living in seclusion in the ancestral hall in the past now walked out of the ancestral hall one by one, wearing animal robes covered with dense patterns.
Even the palms and faces exposed outside the animal robes were painted with animal blood.
Textured.
These clan elders stood at the forefront of all the clan members, holding on to the beast scent respectfully.
Every wisp of fragrance hovering into the sky was like outlining a mysterious rune.
Beast blood incense is something that every tribe in the wilderness needs to cultivate.
It is made from the blood of ferocious beasts returned from hunting by the tribe, as well as sinews and bones, and added with various medicinal herbs.
Of course, each tribe's beast blood incense is different, and even some powerful tribes add elixirs and spiritual trees when making beast blood incense.
It is said that this kind of beast blood fragrance can induce the heroic spirits of the deceased ancestors to reappear in the wilderness.
At this moment, Qingyang Huan was also standing among the clan members, watching from a distance as the clan elders muttered words and kept kneeling 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 rubbings of the Qingyang totem stone tablet.
Standing outside the clan hall, the clan elders whispered softly to inform their ancestors that Qingyang wanted to migrate to the land of Yaoshan.
Qingyang Huan originally did not believe in the existence of the ancestors' spirits.
Although in this ancient mountain wilderness, those legendary existences, even if they pass away, will leave indelible traces in the world.
But for the Qingyang clan, the most powerful existence in the entire history of the Qingyang clan was just a warrior in the totem realm, and was far from qualified to have a stalwart that would leave traces on the world.
As for two thousand years ago, when the Qingyang clan did not rule this land of thousands of miles, let alone the power of the clan, there was no detailed record even within the clan.
There are only a few broken jade slips that record that the Qingyang clan originated from Qingmang Mountain.
As for where Qingmang Mountain is, we don’t know at all.
The remaining records are about the Qingyang clan after it was established in Qingyang Mountain.
Something happened.
In the wilderness, for many tribes, family records represent the heritage of a tribe.
Without family records, it is impossible to prove the years of reproduction of the race.
Even if you brag about the eternal heritage of your race, no one will believe it if you can't provide any evidence to prove it.
In his opinion, the ancestors worshiped by the Qingyang family for generations are more like a kind of spiritual sustenance.
"Sacrifice" There was a sudden loud shout, and many warriors gathered in front of the ancestral hall dispersed, leaving a wide aisle in the middle.
A black-armored earth dragon that was seven feet tall was dragged by hundreds of clan soldiers.
Qingyang Huan spent three days to find this earth-walking dragon from the mountains adjacent to the Lashan Ancient Land and the Guifang Ancient Land.
It was enough to rival the fighting power of the Tuteng Realm in the human world.
There is a trace of dragon blood of the ancient black dragon flowing in the body.
Not to mention the size, the blood is even more abundant.
Seven feet is only its height.
The entire body is close to thirteen feet in size from head to tail.
At this moment, the black crystal earth dragon was banned, unable to move even if it wanted to roar, and was dragged outside the ancestral palace by the strong men of the clan.
"Sacrifice to my Qingyang ancestors, pass on for two thousand years, Qingyang will be passed down from generation to generation."
The old man Qingyang Duan walked up to the ancestral hall.
He held a bronze sword in his hand that glowed faintly, and a bloody aura filled the air from the sword.
This is a sacrificial knife.
This knife has existed since the day the Qingyang clan was established.
The sacrificial weapons are not the same as the weapons used by warriors.
They are more like endowed with some mysterious power.
Qingyang Huan tried to hold the sacrificial knife, but finally put it down.
He felt that there was something wrapped around the sacrificial knife.
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"Sacrifice" In a daze, everyone's ears were blasted by a roar, followed by the buzzing of the sacrificial knife in Qingyang Duan's hand, and a green light that was a hundred feet long burst out. puff No one knows better than Qingyang Huan how hard the leather and armor of the Earthly Dragon, which is as powerful as the Heavenly Toteng, is.
Not to mention that it contains a trace of the blood of the ancient black dragon, and its body is even more powerful.
However, in front of the copper knife that looked like ordinary copper, it was like a thin layer of animal skin, and his neck was cut open.
At this moment, Qingyang Huantian's perfect spiritual will suddenly felt the changes between heaven and earth.
Do ancestral spirits really exist?
He looked towards the direction of the ancestral palace, and he didn't know when a faint wave floated out from the ancestral palace. buzz buzz At the same time, at this moment, the dragon's blood surged like a river erupting from the neck of the Earthly Dragon that was scratched by the copper knife.
It could not stop at all.
The dragon's blood flowing from the Earthly Dragon's body was directly volatilized into the void. buzz buzz The next moment, the fluctuations in the void made people feel more and more chilly, as if there were invisible heroic spirits lingering around.
The dragon's blood dispersed in the air and turned into a rain of blood, covering Qingyang Mountain and falling towards it.
It dripped down on every clan member.
The fallen red blood was obviously dragon blood, but Qingyang felt a sense of familiarity in it, as if the aura of the same origin was blending with him.
"The heroic spirits of our ancestors have been reproducing in Qingyang for two thousand years.
However, they were trapped in Lashan Mountain and their creations were shallow.
Now they want to move out with the whole clan to fight for the creations passed down from generation to generation.
They will sacrifice the ferocious beasts and earth-walking dragons to inform the ancestors."
"Qingyang is the blood descendant of the He clan, and he bows his head."
Buzz In an instant, there was a roar and explosion in Qingyang Mountain.
Although it was not yet noon, the sun was already in the sky and shining on the earth.
However, there was a shadow floating in Qingyang Mountain.
Outside the ancestral hall, the members of the Qingyang clan knelt on the ground with a roar.
A faint wind blew up in the void outside the ancestral hall, and blood energy was constantly blown away from the Earthly Dragon and merged into the void.
Qingyang Duan was naturally the first to kneel down in front of the ancestral hall.
Behind him were the brothers Qingyang Jue and Qingyang Lie, and behind them were the three brothers Qingyang Huan.
"Qingyang is the blood descendant of the He clan and bows his head."
After a while, Qingyang Duan shouted again.
It was so dark inside the ancestral palace that nothing could be seen, and the wind outside the ancestral palace was like a tidal wave.
The blood and bones of the earth-walking dragon were constantly being blown away, turning into blood and filling the void.
Qingyang Huan was also kneeling on the ground, but his spiritual world was tense, causing a huge wave.
Naturally, he had entered the ancestral palace many times, but the feeling that the ancestral palace brought to him at this moment was like an abyss. , unfathomable. s Two updates today, some lags, four updates tomorrow: