There are many kinds of sacrificial vessels, including wine vessels, horns, and honors, food vessels, dings, gui, beans, weapons, horses, and spears, and all kinds of miscellaneous ornaments......

But without exception, it must be all made of bronze and cast with a witch pattern.

The method of casting sacrificial vessels is only inherited by the Witch Temple. Even if the tribe knows how to smelt bronze, it is only an ordinary bronze tool, and it does not have the power of a powerful witch spirit.

It can be said that the sacrificial vessel is a bridge between the totemic fire and the people, and it is extremely important.

If Woniu Village wants to rekindle the fire of the totem and have a guardian beast again, it must first have a sacrificial vessel. First, set up the altar, arrange the sacrificial vessels, offer sacrifices, write witch inscriptions on the altar, drip the blood of at least 100 people, and then all of them pray together in the direction of the witch temple, praying that the witch god will pay attention and give the totem fire.

As long as the sacrifice is high enough, the witch temple will generally accept sacrifices, and when the fire on the essence and blood flashes, a totemic fire will be ignited that will never be extinguished, and a tribe will be truly born.

Unless someone breaks the altar, as long as someone sacrifices, the totemic fire will never be extinguished.

Totemic fire is the true centripetal force of a tribe, more convincing than its bloodline. Because the totem fire has a strong binding force on the people of the same tribe, if someone kills the people of the same tribe, they will immediately be eaten by the totem fire, deprived of the power of the totem, and may even be injured and killed.

Woniu Village is the remnant of the ancient tribe Qingyu Department, which has a strong intention of reviving the tribe, and the old patriarch secretly accumulated bronze ingots and prepared to cast sacrificial vessels, not only did not let everyone blame, but made all the people sigh.

The old patriarch sighed again, and said slowly: "Minerals can be solved, as for the medicinal herbs, go back and ask the old grandmother to see if there is any way...... In the end, it's up to us to hunt for the last thing. In the difficult period of the dry season in the year before last, all the hard skins were sold to the traveling merchants and exchanged for some grain, but now there is no one in the clan anymore. ”

The people sighed one after another, and in the end, they still had to face the most dangerous one.

The old patriarch held a branch, stirred the charcoal fire, and was silent.

Cang Pan patted his chest and reassured: "Patriarch, rest assured, this time, our hunting team will definitely go all out, and at all costs, we will also complete the task of collecting solid skins." ”

Gou Lu also said in a deep voice: "This mission is important, and our garrison can also transfer manpower to form a hunting team and participate in it." ”

Gou Lu didn't embarrass Cangpan at this time, because he knew that the more he contributed to the village when he wanted it, the more he could get the favor and support of those clan elders.

Patriarch Tuoshi sighed: "Cangpan and Gou Lu are the most powerful warriors in the clan, but it's just the strength in your hands, and the hunting is enough to be strong enough within ten days, but it's still a little insufficient!"

Syllable!

The old patriarch broke off the branches in his hand, threw them into the charcoal fire, and said loudly: "This time, I will also go out, all the old guys in the village who can still move, as well as men over the age of fourteen, all of them will be charged into the hunting team, Cangpan, Gou Lu, and the old man, each with a team, within ten days, we must collect all the required Ji Gong!"

Good!

The people were in high spirits and cheered in unison.

Bang –

The closed door of the public housing was suddenly slammed open from the outside, and a figure stumbled in, covered in blood and made people nervous.

One of the clan elders had sharp eyes and lost his voice: "Ah, isn't this the black fruit of the hunting team? What's wrong with you?"

Everyone was in an uproar, a figure flashed, Cang Pan supported Wuguo who was about to fall to the ground, his eyes widened, and he asked urgently: "Wuguo, Wuguo, how are you? What happened? Where is Qiluo?"

Wuguo, who was in his early twenties, had a bloody streak across his cheek from left to right, almost blinding one of his eyes, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and exclaimed sadly: "Commander, we have been ambushed by the Turbulent Division!"

What the!?

Kurapan's eyes turned red!

Woo, woo –

The horn of the garrison was heard at the entrance of the village, heralding the return of the hunting party.

Everyone in the public housing rushed out......

Hearing the horn of the return of the hunting team, many clansmen also ran out laughing and laughing.

But just at a glance, all of them had changed their faces.

From afar, you can see the bloodstains on the members of the hunting party, hastily bandaged, and some of the bodies that have been carried back covered in animal skins.

Some people are dead!

Of the twenty-seven people in the hunting team, five died!

Qiluo was wounded on the head, wrapped the herb in animal skin, and wrapped it around several times. With a strong body like a bear, he slowly walked at the back of the line.

The dense wounds on his body showed the fierceness of the battle, and the whole person was like a blood gourd, and his tightly clenched fists showed the anger in his heart at the moment!

Cries of grief rang out, and someone recognized their loved ones among the corpses.

The entire village of Woniu was plunged into chaos.

It's really a house leak that happened to rain overnight!

Xing Tian stood at the far end and sighed helplessly, but he was also sincerely relieved to see that his brother was fine, and his father had already gone to visit.

It's getting late.

The starry sky is bright and magnificent, the lights in Woniu Village are bright, and the public housing that has just fallen into the void is once again full of people.

Xingtian returned to the mountain of Woniu Village behind Woniu Village again, standing on a sword cliff, below is the noisy and vague Woniu Village, in the distance is the seemingly silent grassland, behind the ancient trees towering to the sky, all the sound of Suo Suo is endless, and from time to time there is also the roar of the wild beasts in the deep mountains.

After paying homage to the dead people, he returned to the back mountain alone.

Mother Pingluo had already cried into tears when she saw her eldest son covered in blood, Xingtian didn't want to add to the blockage in front of his mother, so he directly confessed and returned to his secret base.

As the only barbarian witch in the village, every clansman dies, there must be a barbarian witch to send sacrifices, only in this way, the soul of the dead clansman can return to the totem fire, and be worshiped by the descendants for generations to enjoy eternal happiness.

Under the starry sky, beside the bonfire, the old grandmother danced the dance of praying to the gods.

The drums sounded, the waist bell was crisp, and the copper mirror in his hand reflected the firelight.

The ancient and savage melody is intertwined with the sound of pious prayers, and the most primitive pulse of this era echoes in the night sky, and the campfire is full of village people, kneeling on the ground, praying for their departed loved ones!

The most primitive totem worship conveys the power of the soul, the heavy drum beat, solemn and tragic, from the ears into the body, a blow directly on his heart, into the power of the heartbeat, and then extended to the blood...... Even if he is far away, his heart is still heavy.

Silent like a leopard, Yili reappeared behind Xingtian and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, everyone has arrived!"

Xing Tian nodded, collected his feelings, and jumped off the sword cliff.

Over the years, Xingtian has concentrated on self-cultivation, but he is also prepared for the cultivation of his own forces, and after he has worked hard to cultivate Yili, he has used Yili's hand to win over a group of marginal people in the clan who are not welcomed.

These people can't integrate into the mainstream of Woniu Village for various reasons, but in terms of qualifications, they are actually no worse than the elites in the clan.

These people are willing to intersect with Yili, in addition to being unsatisfactory marginal people, in fact, they also have the idea of getting ahead and blockbuster like Yili in their hearts, and this kind of idea is much more enthusiastic than normal people.

Over the years, Xingtian has not had contact with these people, but through Yili, he has completely mastered the personalities of these people, and after several screenings, he finally let Yili pass on his adaptation of [Mangniu Jin] to the remaining six people.

Not much, only the first three floors.

The effect of the exercises of [New Mangniu Jin] is fully doubled compared to the old version, and it is definitely the safest way to win people's hearts, but it is impossible to take it all out at once.

The exercises of the first three layers are just a bait!

The exercises passed on to him by that strange big green snake are as many as twelve layers. The first ten layers are the same as the old exercises, and everyone can practice them, but the last two layers of exercises depend on the physique of the cultivator.

Even if the people of Woniu Village have a strong physique, not everyone can cultivate.

Judging from Yili's feedback, just these first three layers of exercises have already made these people ecstatic. The powerful cultivation effect made them understand that behind Yili, there was a genius who was also unwilling to be left behind, but at the same time was extremely talented. He is silently preparing, ready to lead everyone and soar into the sky.

Now, the time has finally come, how can these people not get excited!?

In the distance, the faint light of the fire came into view, and in front of the cave where he lived alone, there were six figures sitting around a bonfire, all of them watching the bonfire silently, waiting for the arrival of Yili with mixed feelings.

When the footsteps sounded slowly, the six big men turned their heads almost at the same time, their eyes swept over the wings with a strong look of anticipation, and finally landed on Xingtian's body.

First there was a stunned moment, and then the shock of Qi brushing!

Punishment, punishment!?

How could it be this incompetent brat?

Isn't his father one of the candidates for patriarchal chief? Could it be that everything he does is to secretly recruit strength for his father?

A big question mark inevitably fell on everyone's hearts......

At this time, the youngest and shortest of the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys in the crowd jumped up and exclaimed, "Startle me, it turns out to be Xingtian!? It turns out that you are also one of us, so you have also cultivated the first three layers of the new compilation [Mangniu Jin]? Come on, come on, sit next to me!" Then he smiled and said to Yili: "Brother Yili, why hasn't the master you said come yet?"

Yili's face suddenly sank, and he was about to scold, but Xingtian behind him showed a funny expression, patted him on the shoulder, and signaled that he didn't need to say much.