The three of them were talking, and suddenly there was a sound of "woo woo woo" outside.

It's a bit like blowing a trumpet, but it's deeper than the sound of a trumpet.

Meng Hao was about to ask what the sound was, but Warrior Yi said, "This is the mage gathering the people to prepare to sacrifice Hebo, let's go over and take a look!" ”

"Sacrifice to Hebo?"

Meng Hao raised his eyebrows, and his face was happy, "Do you have to invite Hebo to go to Yugu to extinguish the earth fire and eradicate the nine demons in the sky?" Didn't the mages of your tribe object? ”

"Since what the immortal old man said, how dare the mage object!"

Warrior Yi smiled, "And as soon as Di Yao heard that these nine suns were not a punishment from heaven, but a demon, he was obviously relieved, and immediately asked the mage to choose a good day and auspicious day to sacrifice to Hebo, and see if he could invite Hebo to rush to Yugu with us!" But I didn't expect that so soon, the mage blew the conch to gather the people, it seems that today is an auspicious day! ”

"That's great! I've never seen an ancient dragon before, so I'm here to see it! ”

Meng Hao couldn't help but be full of excitement.

Warrior Yi shook his head and said, "Although Shanghe Hebo is a divine dragon, it may not be an ancient divine dragon!" If the Ancient Divine Dragon had lived until now, he would have had great ability, and he would have soared to the Heavenly Realm a long time ago! ”

Meng Hao was dumbfounded, and couldn't help but secretly laugh in his heart.

Because in Meng Hao's eyes, this era is antiquity.

But in the eyes of Warrior Yi, the so-called "antiquity" should be pushed back at least a few thousand years.

The warrior Yi put Chang'e in front of him and rode a white horse with her.

Meng Hao rode his black horse, three people and two horses, and soon came out of the mountains and entered the tribe's residence.

By this time, the sound of the conch had stopped, but all the men and women of the tribe, young and old, had left their homes and walked towards the banks of the river.

Meng Hao and Warrior Yi put the two horses under the shade of a large tree and followed the other people to the bank of the river.

In the distance, I saw an earthen platform on the bank of the river, about three meters high, on which a white-haired old man held a wooden sword in his hand, waving it while chanting words.

Needless to say, this white-haired old man is a tribal mage.

The tribesmen all gathered at the foot of the high platform, men and women, old and young, silently silent.

Giant Yong stood far away at the back of the crowd, looking extremely powerful against the sky, but because of this, he showed his incomparable loneliness and loneliness.

At the front of the high platform, there stood a tall man, half a head taller than Warrior Yi, and about the same height as the Warrior Qu that Meng Hao had seen before.

Warrior Yi walked up to the man and whispered a word to him.

The man turned his face to look at Meng Hao.

Meng Hao saw that he was in his forties, with dark skin and an ordinary appearance, but his eyes were bright.

His two thick black eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he had a bit of a look of worrying about the country and the people.

Meng Hao immediately determined that this person was Di Yao.

He is one of the greatest monarchs of ancient times, and one of the few figures revered as an ancestor by the Han people.

Meng Hao felt awe in his heart, and nodded slightly towards Di Yao.

Di Yao also nodded to Meng Hao, then turned his face back, looking up at the movements of the mage on the stage.

Meng Hao looked at the mage on the stage carefully, and saw that his clothes were very different from everyone else.

Even Di Yao was wearing sleeveless loose shoulders, but the mage was wearing a wide-sleeved robe, which was already somewhat close to the Taoist dress.

He also wears a strange high crown with several white feathers stuck in it.

Looking at his pious expression, it is obvious that in his heart, he is full of awe and respect for the gods and men of heaven and earth.

Suddenly, he screamed three times with a "woo woo" in his mouth, and then fell to the ground and kowtowed to the river repeatedly.

The tribesmen surrounding the high platform, including Di Yao and the warrior Yi, all knelt down on the river.

Meng Hao would kneel down to the immortal old man before, although he followed the example of the warrior Yi, but more importantly, because he was full of respect for the immortal old man in his heart.

But Shanghe Hebo is not a kind person in the legend, and in the end, Shanghe Hebo was even shot by the warrior Yi because of the flood that ravaged the world.

How could Meng Hao be willing to kneel and kowtow to such an evil being?

So Meng Hao quietly took a few steps back and stood beside the majestic giant Yong.

The tribesmen all fell to the ground, but no one noticed his movements.

Hearing the sound of the water, a wave suddenly surged in the river, but the wave did not spread around, but surged higher and higher, as if a long embankment had been built.

As the middle of the embankment continued to roll outward, a long white dragon leaped out of the waves.

Meng Hao originally thought that the image of the dragon was just people's imagination, but only then did he know that the dragon was not only a real creature, but also that its appearance was exactly the same as in the legend.

It's just that the white dragon in front of him doesn't seem to be flying through the clouds, but relying on the churning water waves to lift its long, huge body.

Its two dragon horns are thick and majestic, its two eyes are fierce and fierce, and its long and vigorous dragon body twists and falls in the water, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

The white dragon scales covered with the body, when the sun shines, it is even more shining, reflecting the waves of the river, which looks majestic.

"What are you asking me to come out for?"

The white dragon spoke loudly, but his tone was cold and arrogant.

The crowd knelt on the ground, dared to take a sneaky glance, and then they were so frightened that they quickly kowtowed.

The mage also nodded his head and didn't dare to raise his head, but said tremblingly: "Just because the immortal old man said that nine of the ten suns in the sky are caused by demons, so ...... I want to ask Hebo for help and go to Yugu to eradicate the demons! ”

"Eradicate demons?"

In the white dragon's giant mouth, a sneer suddenly appeared, "You remembered me now?" Let you pay tribute to the boys and girls, you always push back and delay, and you want me to help destroy the demons, and send ten pairs of boys and girls first! ”

The mage fell to his knees and did not dare to speak.

Warrior Yi raised his head with anger on his face, and opened his mouth to scold the white dragon, but Di Yao next to him had not yet spoken, but he was not easy to trespass, so he could only endure and bow his head again.

Meng Hao listened from behind, also full of anger, and couldn't help but take a step forward and speak loudly.

"Wait!"

As soon as he spoke, everyone in the audience, including the mages on the stage, turned their heads to stare at him.

In particular, the mage's eyes were frightened and angry, as if he was afraid that he would anger Hebo.

Di Yao frowned, but he didn't say anything to stop Meng Hao.

Meng Hao ignored everyone's stare and walked slowly to the water's edge.

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