Ding, the weight of the ceremony. It is a sacrificial ritual vessel for the human race to sacrifice to the ancestors and pray to the heavens, even in the era of science and technology in Xiao Chen's previous life, there are ancient Dayu collection of bronze from Kyushu, casting Jiuding to suppress the world, which is the heavy weapon among the heavy weapons.

Hearing the Purple Snake Venerable say this, Xiao Chen immediately took out the nine-foot-nine-inch bronze tripod again, and the bronze tripod that weighed as heavy as a thousand pounds couldn't help but shake the earth with a sound, and a reckless aura rushed towards him, which was mixed with a trace of indescribable aura, like a strange pulse, constantly fusing with the battle qi in his body, without a trace of condensation, at a moment, Xiao Chen seemed to feel that the battle qi in his body even had some uncontrollable rapid operation.

Buzz!

The Purple Snake Venerable couldn't help but move forward, his withered hands kept stroking the rough lines on it, and the bronze body was already rusty and mottled, and under the touch of the Purple Snake Venerable, there were even bursts of buzzing hissing sounds, as if mourning and sentimental for the Purple Snake Tribe that had been wiped out thousands of years ago.

"The pulsating power you feel is the transformation of the human race qi suppressed by the bronze tripod, with the suppression of the bronze tripod, the heaven and earth vitality in the tribe will also become condensed, and the cultivation of martial artists will become easier!"

On the bronze tripod, the beast pattern is staggered and horizontal, there are reckless giant beasts looking up to the sky and roaring, there are craggy mountains piercing the sky, there are divine phoenixes soaring from the sky, there are giant dragons soaring above the clouds, there are three quaint words in front of the big tripod, even after thousands of years are still clearly visible!

Worship the king!

"This bronze tripod is when my Purple Snake War tribe opened up the territory, by the first generation of ancestors set the endless gods of the earth in all directions, gold and bronze, countless clansmen prayed to the heavens, it took nine hundred and eighty-one days and nights to complete the casting, named the king of worship Ding. On the day of the completion of the tripod, all the clansmen in the clan sacrificed their blood to the tripod, calling the luck of the human race, and finally leading the endless luck of our human race to come, turning into the treasure of my Purple Snake War Department, and suppressing the luck of thousands of years for my Purple Snake War Department!".

Venerable Purple Snake's words will be filled with endless sorrow. When the clan opened up the territory, the ancestors of the Purple Snake War Department were so high-spirited, scolding Fang Xuan, gathering the manpower of the whole clan of the god of the eight directions, Jin Ju, to open the Ding to sacrifice to the sky, leading the supreme luck of the human race to come, after thousands of years of inheritance, and now the heavy weapon Wang Ding is still there, and the person who sacrifices is forever the heir. Hundreds of thousands of Purple Snake Clansmen have become overwhelming, this is a great pain, hundreds of thousands of people have no one left, and it is impossible to describe it in words.

Looking at this cyan giant tripod, Venerable Purple Snake seemed to be thinking about his own people, "On the day when I established the Purple Snake War Tribe, when this worship Wang Ding communicated luck, the old man led hundreds of thousands of people from the Purple Snake War Department to raise a blood sacrifice array, and my Purple Snake Tribe has been inherited for a total of 13,853 years." This bronze tripod also suppressed the luck of my Purple Snake War Department for thousands of years, and now the Purple Snake is long gone. Woe!".

Xiao Chen was silent, he was constantly thinking, the Terran tribe opened up the territory, and gathered the divine materials of the Quartet to cast the ritual vessels of the Zhen Clan, which is a Terran tradition that has been passed down from ancient times, but for example, the spiritual objects of today are not visible in the world. And his Gu Yuan tribe is even more weak, and he is not qualified to cast heavy weapons with divine materials and communicate the luck of the human race, and he has more than enough heart but not enough strength.

As far as Xiao Chen knew, even the Ironhoof tribe, the suzerain of his Gu Yuan tribe. In addition, even the four overlord-level tribes in the Boulder Valley have not cast this sacrificial heavy weapon in the tribe, without him, the divine object is hard to find, and the magic material for casting the sacrificial ritual is too rare, otherwise all the tribes in the Great Wilderness will not be able to communicate the luck of the human race.

However, once a group can gather several kinds of divine gold to cast ritual vessels for sacrifice, and is qualified to communicate the luck of the human race, it will be recognized by the luck of the human race, which will have immeasurable significance for the entire tribe, and it will have unexpected benefits for the affinity of the heaven and earth vitality in the tribe, or the comprehension of the clansmen's martial arts cultivation.

It is said that the medium-grade Iron Hoof tribe has only cast a one-foot-high peak of luck for thousands of years, and it is because of this heavy instrument of luck that the medium-grade Iron Hoof tribe has suppressed the entire Boulder Valley for thousands of years, and all the tribes in the Boulder Valley have been accepted as princes under their command, and they have paid tribute every year.

Not to mention that his Gu Yuan tribe has only been established for 800 years, even if Xiao Chen has the heart to communicate the luck of heaven and earth for the clan, but without the heavy weapon to rely on, this human race luck will eventually return to the human race, and it will not be able to exist for too long.

"Now my purple snake tribe has long been wiped out, there is no trace of blood left in the tribe, and after thousands of years of estrangement, the breath of this bronze tripod that originally belonged to my purple snake war department has become weaker and weaker, I am afraid it will not take long before it will completely dissipate, when the time comes, this heavy weapon of the rite will become an ownerless thing, and when the time comes, it will be put into the Gu Yuan tribe, lead a group of clansmen to make an alliance with blood, sacrifice to the sky, and lead our human race luck to Gu Yuan, this bronze tripod will become the treasure of your Gu Yuan tribe's suppression of luck!".

Listening to the words of the old man, Xiao Chen couldn't help but come forward, carefully looked at this heavy weapon full of reckless atmosphere, and really felt the respect for Wang Ding head-on, so that he could feel the ancient atmosphere that seemed to come from the ancient wilderness, vicissitudes and ancient, very powerful.

"Now that all the heritage left behind by my Purple Snake War Department has been entrusted to you, whether it is a dragon or a worm depends on your creation! My human race can reproduce for eternity, one is to rely on the countless martyrs of the bloody wilderness, fierce battles against alien races, and the other is the law of inheritance, thousands of years ago, my Purple Snake War Department for the human race to reproduce and raise the heir of the race, the old man has no regrets about such a decision, now the Purple Snake War Department has become a thing of the past, the alien void road will have your Gu Yuan tribe to guard again, this guard token will be entrusted to you, I hope you do not fall into the great wilderness contaminated with the blood of our ancestors of the human race, adhering to the will of the ancestors. ”

I saw Venerable Purple Snake take out a purple palm-sized token from his arms, and there were strange patterns intertwined on the token, and there was a quaint word 'town' in the middle!

"This is the credential of guarding the Void Road, and with this token, you can enter the Void Road and go straight to the place where it is sealed!"

"Morning will live up to the will of our ancestors of the human race, fight all the eight desolate lands, sprinkle blood all over the sky and blue sky, and protect the flame of the human race!"

Xiao Chen bowed down, respectfully received the token of the word 'Zhen' from the hands of the Purple Snake Venerable, and the sonorous and powerful voice shook the hall.

He believed that the Gu Yuan tribe had inherited the magic weapons left by the Purple Snake Tribe, and the Gu Yuan tribe would definitely usher in a rapid development.

, a dragon that changes in the wind and clouds!

ps Khan Khan, the patriarch found a mistake, the nine-foot-nine-inch bronze tripod in the previous article, just a hundred degrees, according to the current algorithm is one meter = three feet, that is, three meters, so the previous one is not a small tripod, it is a big tripod, and then correct it, alas, the previous mathematics was taught by small traders outside the school, please pat the bricks. (To be continued.) )