This, this is too cruel, it looks like the different scars left by being violently beaten or even besieged. Arriving above the tribe, General Ying dropped the huge iron-clad bull from a dozen meters in the air and smashed it into an uninhabited open space. Boom—— The ground made a dull noise, and the armored bull also made a continuous cry. However, its limbs were shattered and it could only struggle feebly on the ground. The eagle flew to the side and squatted on a branch of a giant tree, and began to clean its feathers with its beak. However, the rest of its eyes were focused on the iron-clad bull, and would kill it if it made the slightest movement. Grab it. At this time, Ying San also flew to Ying Da and stopped. Xuan Niu and Xuan Ling jumped off him. Feng Xuan and the others quickly pushed through the crowd and rushed towards the two of them. They were relieved when they saw that the two of them had almost no obvious injuries. Xuan Ling's body was undamaged, but his hair was a little messy, while Xuan Niu was a little more embarrassed. His clothes were damaged in many places, but there were no wounds at all in the exposed areas, except that the corners of his mouth looked blue and purple. With a hint of blood. This is not to say that Uncle Ling is stronger than Uncle Danniu. On the contrary, judging from the injuries of the Iron-Armored Bull, Feng Xuan guessed that it was Uncle Daniu who personally entangled the Iron-Armored Bull and fought with the Iron-Armored Bull in close quarters, while Uncle Ling tested the machine. Looking for opportunities to shoot at the vital points of the iron-clad bull, the same should be true for Ying Da. And Uncle Da Niu did not seem to suffer much damage when fighting against the barbarian beast, which proves his strength. The two black bulls laughed when they saw this: "You don't think anything can happen to us, do you? This iron-clad bull is just a beast with average strength in the Tona Realm, but it is just right to be used for sacrifice. I originally planned to see it Let’s see if we can find a high-level Tuna beast to hunt, but Qishan is still too dangerous. We encountered a Tuna realm peak-level barbarian earth dragon on the way, but with our strength, it’s too hard, so I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do. Without it, luckily that guy can't fly and has no interest in us, otherwise we would be in some danger. Then we met this guy and made it the target of this sacrifice, but this thing is really powerful. , and was accidentally knocked away several times by it.”
After saying that, Xuan Niu spat out a mouthful of blood. Xuan Niu waved to the crowd, and several warriors holding weapons hurried over. Xuan Niu told one of them something, and the warrior nodded and headed deeper into the tribe. After a while, the soldier hurried back with a person, and who could this person be if he wasn't the old witch? Accompanied by the two Xuan Lings, Wu Lao walked up to the wild beast and looked at it for a while, nodded slightly, and said to the black bull: "Yes, a young and strong wild beast with strong blood and blood, just right for... Baptize the dolls. After the baptism, you should be able to inherit some of their defense capabilities. They will be very good sacrifices." The old witch took out another porcelain bottle and handed it to the warrior: "This is the beast-confused pill. If you give it a drink, it will fall into a deep sleep. Treat the wound and sacrifice the beast that needs to be alive." Then the old wizard continued to say to Xuan Niu: "Except for the necessary personnel, everyone else needs to prepare for the festival the day after tomorrow." After saying that, he slowly turned around and left. It seemed that he was going to prepare something. Black Bull shouted to the crowd: "Everyone heard it, the festival will be held the day after tomorrow!" The crowd cheered, and then dispersed one after another. Only some who were curious about the armored bull stayed to watch. Of course, they all kept a certain distance from the armored bull. Some soldiers also came to surround the armored bull to prevent everyone from getting too close. What happened? After a while, everyone dispersed, and Xuan Shi naturally followed Uncle Danniu back. He was extremely interested in the details of the two men's hunting. Just when Feng Xuan was about to return, he was stopped by Xuan Ling. Xuan Ling came to his side, reached out and touched his bones and said with a surprised smile: "The bone forging stage! Not bad, it seems that this festival can go a step further." Feng Xuan smiled stupidly and touched his head, without explaining too much. With so many resources for his cultivation, his cultivation speed would naturally not be too slow. Immediately, Feng Xuan and Xuan Ling walked side by side toward the tribe, chatting about trivial matters along the way. Feng Xuan naturally asked Xuan Ling about the hunting process. Early morning two days later At dawn, the huge horn sound resounded throughout Xuanying Mountain, and the sound of the horn was desolate and distant, spreading towards the mountains farther away. The entire tribe has already gathered at the sacrificial place. Every member of the Black Eagle clan is dressed in animal skins and feathers, and carries various accessories of animal bones and teeth. Their faces are solemn, and each person's face is painted with various patterns. A kind of complex witch pattern totem pattern is waiting in an orderly manner next to the open space. Feng Xuan was also in this group, and was one of the people at the front.
It's not a question of Feng Xuan's status, but that he is the only one from the Feng family participating in the festival, and he represents the entire Feng family. For this ceremony, the third elder Fenghua did not return from the Lishang tribe. The Lishang tribe is far away from Xuanying Mountain, and Elder Fenghua still needs to be in charge of the overall situation there. Moreover, Elder Fenghua has not returned for a long time due to health reasons. Xuanying Mountain. As for Feng Xuan, there are two old men with white beards and hair. They are the first elder and second elder of the Xuanying tribe. The Great Elder was a sturdy old man with a solemn face. A floor-length animal robe covered most of his body. Only the strong muscles exposed on his chest showed that he was not a frail old man. The second elder was a kind-looking old man, slightly plump, and not as obvious as the first elder. Although he also had the burly body of the Xuan family, he did not give people that strong sense of oppression. After the three people, it was the turn of the people of the Xuanying tribe. Xuanniu, Xuanling and others stood in their respective orders. As for the witch, he naturally presided over all the ceremonies in front of the altar. The witch was wearing complex and gorgeous clothes, holding a white animal bone scepter, and wearing a huge wooden mask on his head. In front of everyone was a huge bluestone altar, which was stacked with huge stones. Various flowers, birds, insects, fish, totem animal patterns, wild cattle, horned dragons, black turtles, and dragon beasts were carved around the altar. There were several huge banners on the four sides of the bluestone altar. The banners were carved with blood and a lively black eagle animal pattern, and in the middle of the altar was the totem pole of the Black Eagle tribe. Today's totem pole is different from the quiet totem poles placed in the witch temple in the past. The surface of the totem is emitting a green light. If you look closely, the various patterns on the totem are slowly moving, as if they are alive. The black eagle carved on the totem pole also seems to be awakening at any time. From time to time, a huge green light wing will stretch out from the stone pillar, but it will quickly retract into it when it is about to completely break through the stone pillar and fly out. Some glowing feathers float out from the totem pole from time to time, and then slowly dissipate in the air. Many beasts have been placed on the altar, from ordinary beasts to wild beasts in the spirit realm, giant bears, mountain pigs, pythons, and giant wolves can be seen one by one, and the one in the middle is naturally the huge iron-clad wild bull. All these beasts were tied up and sleeping with their eyes closed on the altar. There was a sunken empty pool under the altar. Time passed by little by little, and a solemn atmosphere gradually spread in the air, and the huge banner began to shake slowly. The motionless Wu Lao suddenly raised his staff with both hands, slowly walked onto the stone platform, stood in front of the crowd, and began to chant something loudly, with ancient and desolate syllables. Suddenly, Wu Lao shouted "The wind is rising!!!" A strong wind blew out of thin air on the altar, and the banner behind Wu Lao also fluttered violently in the air with the strong wind. "Drum beat!!!" The man with a blood band tied around his arm near the altar began to beat the cowhide drum rhythmically. "Bang bang, dong, bang bang, dong..." The crowd below also followed the drum sound and danced the solemn sacrificial dance in front of the altar. "Um... um... Heha" The sacrificial dance was not intense, but the momentum of the crowd became more and more high in the dance and drum sound, and their spirit and energy were concentrated together in this sacrifice. The whole sacrificial process took nearly half an hour to finally come to an end. "Sacrifice to the ancestral spirits, call on totems, worship the ancestors..."