When Captain Tianfeng's grand voice sounded, on the square, everyone's hearts were hot, and the triennial Yuan Ling Festival finally opened today.

Captain Tianfeng waved his palm, only to see a bronze tripod appear in his hand, the bronze tripod rose against the storm, and it was ten zhang in size in the blink of an eye.

The body is engraved with the scene of the ancient ancestors sacrificing to the gods and sacrificing heaven and earth, and the mottled patina peels off the traces of the years, which is simple and heavy, and a sense of recklessness penetrates through the ages and falls on the square.

Everyone's eyes were focused on this bronze tripod, and their eyes were hot, because the desolate ancient realm where the Yuan Spirit Sacrifice was carried out was in the mysterious space inside this bronze tripod.

Captain Tianfeng and the Four Pavilion Pavilion Masters glanced at each other, nodded, and then the spiritual power rushed into the sky, gathered in both hands, and poured into the bronze tripod.

With the absorption of spiritual power, the bronze tripod emits a faint blue light, and the inscriptions on the body of the tripod and the ancient sacrificial patterns exude a dazzling brilliance, spreading outward in a circle, faintly as if there is a murmur of the ancestors sacrificing.

In the mouth, suddenly a spiritual power light mirror emerged, like a wave, gradually reflecting the scene inside. It is a wild and quaint mountain forest, and the trees in the mountain forest are lush and green, nourished by the rich aura, covering the sky and the sun.

And with the appearance of this mountain forest, a desolate and reckless atmosphere, mixed with a rich aura, seems to have crossed time and space, rushing to the face.

"If you don't leave yet, when will you stay?" Captain Tianfeng shouted, to open this desolate ancient realm, several of them need to cast spells at the same time, otherwise with his own strength, it will take a great price to open it.

Even if a few people join forces, it is a big drain for them, and they can only maintain the entrance of this light mirror for a while.

Everyone's eyes were hot, and with a step on the soles of their feet, their figures shot out, fell into the light mirror of Dingkou, and disappeared.

"Let's go too." Shen Yan took a deep breath, his eyes were extremely hot, although he was very interested in the Yuan Spirit Sacrifice, his main purpose was to find the Nirvana Grass and save the life of the green wolf. If he can obtain the power of totem in the Yuan Spirit Sacrifice, then his means will also be significantly improved.

Shen Yan's figure was like a cannonball, falling into the light mirror and entering the mysterious space of the Flood Desolate Ancient Realm.

The same is true of the sunspot, whose tower-like body jumped up and followed Shen Yan.

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Legend has it that in ancient times, the demon god Chiyou led the Jiuli tribe to rebel and invade and besiege other tribes. When the Yellow Emperor heard about it, he was taken aback, and led the troops to fight with Chi You in a big battle.

Although the Jiuli tribe led by Chi You was fierce, they could not stop the elite soldiers of the Yellow Emperor, and they fled one after another.

After a brutal battle, the Yellow Emperor finally captured Chiyou alive. Ordered Chiyou to be shackled and executed. Because he was afraid that Chi You would cause chaos after his death, he buried his head and body in two places far away. The shackles worn by Chiyou were thrown on the barren mountain and turned into a maple forest, and every blood-red maple leaf was stained with Chiyou's blood.

Flood ancient realm, red maple forest

This red maple forest is said to have been transformed by the shackles soaked in Chiyou's blood, and it is bright red like blood all year round, like a sea of blood.

The remnants of the Jiuli clan have been guarding here for generations, because this is the place where the blood of the ancestor Chiyou was spilled.

Today's Red Maple Forest is unusually oppressive, where hundreds of soldiers dressed in animal skins, with oil paint on their faces, and spears in their hands, gather for the triennial clan assembly.

In a small pavilion in front of hundreds of people, several middle-aged men who were also wearing animal skins and had horns on their heads discussed and conspired there.

"The triennial Yuan Spirit Festival is about to start again, what do you think?" Xuan Tian looked at the other four tribal patriarchs and asked with an expressionless face.

"What else can I do? Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor imprisoned us here, saying that it was to give us a way to live, but in fact it was a cage, and every once in a while someone would come in and kill my tribe's children, like livestock to be raised. Someone said, his name was Bear, and he was the leader of a branch of the Jiuli tribe, and he was short-tempered and irritable.

"What the leader of the bear said is right, instead of being enslaved here for generations, it is better to fight to the death, break out, go to the world, and make a fortune, leaving my Jiuli clan to be wise and wise, and not to fall into the first generation of the famous name of the ancestor Chiyou." The battle spirit in the eyes of the iron clothes was high, and he wanted to fight.

"But if it fails, my Jiuli clan will usher in the disaster of annihilation, is it worth it?" Chi Ming pondered for a long time and said his inner thoughts.

They are all the remnants of the Jiuli tribe, the Yellow Emperor did not kill them all, and exiled them in this desolate ancient realm, continuing the last trace of blood of the Jiuli tribe, if they resist again, it will undoubtedly be a disaster for the tribe.

"What Chi Ming said is good, at least we can continue the bloodline and leave incense for my Jiuli clan." The last person, Chi Hao said, "The Yellow Emperor has left a seal in this desolate ancient realm, even if we wait, the cultivation is only in the late stage of the realm of the earth immortals, even if we rush out of this desolate ancient realm, in the face of the masters of the realm of heavenly immortals in Huaxia, I am afraid it will be difficult to win." ”

Chi Hao sighed, not because he didn't want to resist, but because resisting was a dead end for them.

The atmosphere was a little silent, and everyone was silent, and it was difficult for them to decide what to do.

"A while ago, the clansmen found traces of Nirvana Bodhi grass in the Falling God Stream." Annihilation Heaven suddenly spoke.

"Falling Divine Stream, Nirvana Bodhi Grass?" The four of them trembled in their hearts, if it is Nirvana Bodhi grass, they can obtain it, they can purify the bloodline, and even awaken the bloodline of the demon god Chiyou, even if there is the seal of the Yellow Emperor at that time, they can also cultivate to a very high level in this desolate ancient realm, and it will be easy to lead the tribe to leave this desolate ancient realm at that time, even in the land of China, they can have a place for their Jiuli clan.

"Is it really Nirvana Bodhi Grass?" Bear asked excitedly.

"Nirvana Bodhi grass, the leaves are like hearts, the color is like blood, and it exudes a red luster, like a ruby crystal clear. The greater the number of leaves, the stronger the medicinal effect, six are mature, and nine are extreme. And the one that the clan found has already grown five, and the sixth leaf is about to form, so it will be almost the same in the next few days. Annihilation Heaven spoke.

"If you can get Nirvana Bodhi Grass, you will definitely be able to make my Jiuli clan reappear in ancient glory." The crowd was excited.

"But this Nirvana Bodhi grass actually grows in the Falling God Stream, which is a bit tricky." Chi Ming's brows furrowed slightly.

Falling God Stream, according to legend, is the place where the gods fell, all year round clouds and mist, and has a strong effect on the suppression of cultivation, it is difficult for the strong people in the realm of the earth and immortals to enter, this is regarded as respect for the nerves, if you break in rashly, I am afraid it is difficult to have a chance to live.

And in this falling god stream, nourished by the blood of the gods, there are all kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures, there are countless ones, many medicinal materials that are extinct in the outside world, although they are not as common as radishes here, but they will also encounter a lot.

It's just that this Falling Divine Stream is full of dangers, it contains miasma, and it is extremely poisonous, and it is difficult for the strong people of the Innate Realm to stay here for a long time. The Jiuli tribe has lived in this desolate ancient realm for thousands of years, and is extremely familiar with every piece of land here, refining an antidote that can fight the miasma, but this antidote is not completely effective, and can only stay in it for three days.

"In any case, this Nirvana Bodhi grass must not fall into the hands of foreign clans, especially those children of the Huaxia clan who come in." Chi Tieyi said, with a cold killing intent in his eyes, "There are also demon clans, I'm afraid that this nirvana grass is also bound to be obtained, and I have to guard against it." ”

"Order Chi Tu, let him lead the one hundred and nine Li clan sons to go to the Fallen God Stream and seize the Nirvana Bodhi Grass!" Annihilation Heaven spoke.

"Patriarch, wouldn't it be too risky to let Chi Tu go to the Falling Divine Stream? After all, Chi Tu is the most talented person in my Jiuli clan in the past thousand years, and he is the hope of my clan! Chi Ming's face changed, and he couldn't help asking.

Chi Tu, only twenty years old, has already reached the peak of the innate realm in cultivation, and has obtained the power of the cow totem, which is strong enough to match the middle stage of the Earth Immortal Realm, and even once killed the demon clan of the Earth Immortal Realm. Among the Jiuli people, it has a very high popularity and prestige.

"If I can't obtain the Nirvana Bodhi Grass, what hope do I have for the Jiuli Clan?" Bear said.

Everyone was silent, knowing that what the bear said was true.

"It's decided, let's go out too, since the old friend is here, we have to meet anyway." Chi Xiong grinned, those elders of Huaxia Soul came over, not to participate in the Yuan Spirit Sacrifice, but to prevent them from making a move on the disciples of the various pavilions.

After all, once they make a move, how many people in Huaxia Soul will be able to get out of this desolate ancient realm is still a matter of two words.

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Shen Yan was like a cannonball, landing in a flash of mountains and forests. Throwing the ground into a huge pit of humanity, he jumped out of the pit and landed on top of a big tree, looking around vigilantly.

This mountain forest is deep and leafy, and even the sunlight can rarely shine in. There were thick leaves on the ground exuding a faint smell of decay, and from time to time huge poisonous insects came out through the leaves, centipedes as long as two meters, giant snakes thicker than buckets, and cold small pupils, exuding a bloodthirsty luster.

"Is this the Ancient Realm of the Flood? It's terrifying. Looking around, Shen Yan felt a strong crisis.

The creatures here, any one of them will cause a sensation in the outside world, who has ever seen such a big centipede? Who has ever seen such a thick snake? If ordinary people come in, I'm afraid that scaring them can scare them to death.

"Soul power can only be radiated within five hundred meters." In the late stage of cultivation, his soul power could already spread within a range of kilometers, but he actually received a strong suppression here.

"The Heaven Voyeur Technique can't even be used, and the Book of Life and Death has also broken off contact." Shen Yan frowned slightly, after coming in, he was immediately teleported here, and it seemed difficult for him to find the place where the sunspot was.

"Let's get out of here first." Shen Yan looked at the trees around him, jumped forward, and jumped to the side.