A few days later, the location of the source of the Jishui River.

This year's festival was held in the same place again after being delayed by more than 10 days compared to the past.

Brother Yong, the only one to attend the Shangsi Festival this time, is naturally a well-deserved candidate for the main sacrifice.

The new main sacrifice naturally has a different way of sacrificing.

In addition to placing various sacrifices at the source of the water source, Song Yong, who had a little selfishness in his heart, also put the three tablets of the Shennong clan on the table to accept this grand worship ceremony together.

Recalling this time last year, Chibai's various performances when he presided over the sacrifice.

Song Yong, who painted the scoop according to the gourd, first faced the ghosts and gods of this heaven and earth, and offered the sacrifices that were carefully prepared by the tribes and considered the most precious by them.

At the same time, while reciting aloud the original sacrificial words of the sacrifice.

This time, the main priest of the Yong Brother Alliance, also put forward a new simple expectation:

I hope that the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth will bless, and there will be fewer deaths in the later wars, and if they can, they will be enough for these things in the future.

After reciting the sacrificial words, Song Yong threw all the sacrifices into the river.

Not surprisingly, after the offerings were thrown into the river, the river rolled again as it did last year.

The difference is that under an inexplicable impulse, Song Yong led everyone to dance the kind of Gray Rabbit Tribe, blowing his beard and staring at him.

Then, a series of abnormalities happened.

First of all, it was the tablets of the three great ancestors, and without any summoning by Song Yong, they spontaneously began to shine roughly.

The three heroic spirits, who had appeared a lot thinner than they had appeared in the last battle, also appeared with a warm smile.

Although the image of the Heroic Spirit has been much thinner, the light emitted by the tablet this time has enveloped the wider range than ever before.

The tens of thousands of people who were directly present were all shrouded in golden light.

The tens of thousands of earth buns shrouded in light immediately felt unprecedented peace and tranquility, as if they were in the arms of their elders when they were children.

If it was just these, Song Yong, who had seen the three heroic spirits several times, would not be too excited.

The problem is that after the appearance of the heroic spirits of the three great ancestors, the water that was already tumbling and boiling suddenly became more violent.

Then, a giant creature more than ten miles long suddenly jumped out of the river into the sky.

It seemed to see a loved one, hovering over the three heroic spirits for a long time, refusing to leave.

And after seeing the giant creature hovering in the air, Song Yong couldn't help but weaken his legs, and fell to his knees with an extremely reverent attitude.

It's not that he's scared.

Because of the creature hovering overhead, it has sharp horns like antlers, sharp claws like mountain eagles, shining scales like fish, and a body like a python~

So, it was a white dragon, a totemic creature in Chinese folk legends.

As a descendant of the Chinese nation, such a biological act of kneeling down is simply beyond reproach......

In the end, after the white dragon hovered in the air for a long time, it was only after the phantom of the heroic spirit returned to the tablet that he reluctantly returned to the Jishui River.

I don't know if I live in this vast river, and the specific section of the river has left.

It's just that after the appearance of the white dragon disappeared, Song Yong felt that there was something more in his sea of consciousness that even he couldn't explain clearly.

At the same time, the effect of today's Shangsi Festival event is unexpectedly good.

Therefore, the earth buns who have seen all kinds of miraculous manifestations believe that they have been blessed by heaven and earth and ghosts, and they are the righteous side.

What! In the words of modern plane history.

They are the one who is righteous, and they are the one who is righteous.

The big grassland in spring is not as beautiful as it is in the world.

The weeds, which had gradually turned yellow in the autumn wind, have been revitalized again after a long winter.

From the source of Jishui, where the Shangsi Festival is located, the large army of the coalition army set off directly.

They reappeared here after a long and arduous journey of eleven days, and saw the great meadows, the most beautiful time of the year.

When they got out of the mountains and forests, they were full of lush green weeds.

They are like a huge thick carpet that spreads from the edge of the mountain forest to the end of the sky.

Just looking at it, it feels extremely soft, which makes people want to lie down, under the blue sky and white clouds, and the breeze, and sleep until they are old.

This huge carpet is full of unknown wildflowers in full bloom.

They are constantly swaying in the breeze, and butterflies and bees dance on them, filling the air with an intoxicating sweet floral scent.

In addition, there are all kinds of fat and fresh mushrooms, red, green and green characteristic grassland characteristic wild fruits in the gap between wild grasses, dotted among them.

And in the long cold winter, hungry rabbits and yellow sheep and other grassland creatures.

It was also a month after the arrival of spring, and once again with fresh grass and wild fruits, he raised himself fat and strong.

In short, as long as it is in this beautiful season, with the outrageous generosity of the savannah, there is an abundance of food everywhere.

There is also an environment that makes people comfortable to the bone, lazy and not wanting to move.

It's a pity that this coalition army, which numbered more than 12,000 people, no one cared about this.

To put it mildly, almost all of the hundreds of tribes in the entire southwest region, and the lords over the age of thirteen and under the age of fifty appeared here.

In addition, there were about 2,000 sturdy women who joined in, and it was only then that such a large army was put together.

This means that if this battle is lost, then the indigenous tribes in the southwest region of Rainozawa will be completely finished, and there is no hope for the future.

Even in the speculation of Brother Yong, there are all kinds of auspicious signs that appear in the Shangsi Festival, indicating that the chances of winning this time are extremely high.

But what if? In case of a big war, something happened unexpectedly.

So, at about two o'clock in the afternoon of the same day, the army passed through the reckless mountain forest and reached the edge of the huge meadow under this snowy mountain.

There is no one in the army who will have the heart to pay attention to these so-called beautiful scenery.

They didn't step directly into the grassland, but stopped there, waiting for their alliance leader to take a small group of people to step into the grassland first.

In this way, Song Yong walked into the grassland with a solemn face with less than 300 men, and stepped on this land that made them remember deeply.

Miles away, on a small hill, the outpost camp with only a few remains left.

The reason for this is that this can be regarded as Song Yong's fulfillment of a promise.

Last winter, when he left here in disarray, he made a vow that one day, he would reappear here with an even larger army.

Unfortunately, half of those who left together had already died in battle.

In the end, Song Yong climbed the wreckage of the outpost alone, silently looking at the big snow mountain in the distance and was silent for a long time.

It was the loud roar in his mouth: "Lao Tzu, I'm finally back!"

Then after a pause for a few seconds, a brand new order was issued: "The army is encamped~"