"What conditions?" the bandit leader asked in a deep voice, raising his eyebrows.

"If you don't get the gift of the gods in the end, and if you want to end your career as a bandit, you might as well consider coming to our tribe, how about it?" said Marlon, with a straight face.

The bandit leader was stunned when he heard this, but then he showed a strange smile and said noncommittally: "Well, I'll think about it." ”

When Ma Long reached an agreement with the bandits, and rushed to the Hong tribe with the bandits disguised as the Qiang tribe to release people, the sacrifices of each tribe had basically been placed on the altar.

"Hey, isn't this the Marlon leader? I heard that your sacrificial procession was attacked by bandits on the road? "Just entered the Hong station, Ma Long and other people met the sworn enemy of the Shan tribe, the leader of the whole tribe, the whole clan is just a small clan that is rising, because the strength is weak, so often oppressed by the big tribe, so the heart is resentful, just because the strength is not as good as people, dare not fight with the big tribe, so they will be angry at the declining Qiang tribe, often against them, in the wild often conniving at the tribe to snatch the prey of the Shan tribe, and there are frequent frictions between the two tribes.

"Hmph, if you don't bother with this matter, our clan will naturally be able to solve it. Ma Long didn't have a good face, said coldly, and then turned around and wanted to leave.

"Hey, I heard that you weren't in charge of escorting He Lao? Why didn't you see him? Could it be that He Lao was killed by those bandits on the road? Even old people like He Lao don't let go. Quanzhong deliberately pretended to be surprised as he looked at the team and shouted in surprise, but the expression on his face couldn't tell whether it was sadness or schadenfreude.

The faces of the people of the Yi tribe suddenly became gloomy, and a look of impatience also appeared on Ma Long's face, the reason why He Lao did not appear was because he was left by the bandits as hostages, and among the bandits, a few people were sent as stand-ins for He Lao and others, and followed Ma Long and his party into the Hong tribe.

Marlon and the others are nothing. Anyway, I've long been accustomed to being mean to Quanzhong. However, a few young and vigorous bandits couldn't listen to it anymore, and there was a damn bandit on the left and a bandit on the right, as if the bandits also had a vendetta against them. Scolding. Although its purpose is only to squeeze out the people. However, this scolding by naming the first surname made a strange look appear on the faces of all the people of the Yi clan.

"These guys are sick, aren't they? They didn't even react to that today? But those young men were so strong-blooded, and they were like words, these old guys. The skin is almost thicker than the boar, and they are not even angry when they are scolded like this. The whole center thought suspiciously, but what they didn't expect was that these young people who were strong-blooded, angry, and even wanted to do it were the bloody bandits who had just been scolded by him.

"Tsk, this Quanzhong, a cheap mouth, this time it's a big trouble for yourself and even the tribe, I'm afraid I'm going to be targeted by these guys in the future. Ma Long shook his head, and smiled secretly in his heart, because of the Heavenly God Sacrifice, these people naturally won't do it now, that is, after the Heavenly God Sacrifice is over, the whole tribe will really have to be careful.

Ma Long suddenly felt that Quanzhong was very pitiful, and suddenly had no interest in competing with it, waved his hand indifferently, and led the clansmen to turn around and go up to the river, there was not much time left before the Celestial God Sacrifice was held, and he had to quickly place the sacrifices prepared by his clan in the designated position.

The sacrifice of the gods is usually held at noon, because it is the time when the sun is at its highest and fiercest, and the sun and moon are considered by these people to be the eyes of the gods, hanging high in the sky, watching everything on the great steppe, and no darkness can escape the eyes of the gods.

The harmonious and lively scene made Ma Long and the others wonder, the relationship between the hermit tribe and the Hong and Mu tribes did not seem to have changed, but the relationship between the Hong tribe and Hanfeng seemed to have undergone great changes, and after that, Ma Long and others inquired about it, and then they knew that Mu Shaofeng really died in the hands of Hong Tiancheng.

"No matter what this is, in short, as soon as the Celestial God Festival is over, we will leave the Hong Clan immediately, and we must not get involved in this right and wrong. Ma Long and Zhan Lao and others got together to discuss how to deal with it, and the bandits observed the situation around the Hong altar under the leadership of Ma Hu, the bandits also had to plan early, if they got the gift of the gods, they naturally didn't have to hide, they could show their identities in a dignified manner, but if the gods did not choose them in the end, then they must be ready to escape, and it is particularly important to observe the terrain and escape routes, and be good at hiding and escaping, which is also the most basic ability for the bandits to survive, otherwise they have already been killed by these big tribes。

At noon, the scorching sun was scorching, and all the tribal leaders in the entire Donghe region gathered on the edge of the river, and near the river, a large or delicate beast was chained to a huge wooden stake nailed to the river, lined up, and the first in the upstream was the sacrifice of the Hong tribe, which was a very precious giant toothed tiger, more than twice as large as the thousand-year-old pig offered by the Qiang tribe, and its ferocity was not comparable to the thousand-year-old beast.

"Tsk, the Hong clan is really strong, even if this megalodon is less than 10,000 years old, it has grown for at least 8,000 years. The tribal leaders all sighed.

And in second place is the sacrifice contributed by the wind tribe, in turn, the third is the sacrifice prepared by the hermit tribe, the position of the altar of each tribe is arranged according to the final ranking obtained by each tribe in the ranking battle, the original altar of the Qiang tribe should be arranged in the third to the bottom, but because of Mo Ming, this time the ranking of the Shan tribe has increased by nearly thirty places, so their altar position has also changed, moved to the corresponding position.

After a long discussion of the flood famine, this year's Tenjin Festival has finally begun.

To put it bluntly, the so-called Tenjin Festival is more like a religious form of prayer meeting. The sword bearer will slaughter the sacrifice in public, and at this time, the tribe that is slaughtered will pray sincerely, hoping to get the favor of the gods and give blessings, and the so-called prayer is actually to silently recite in the heart the "Heavenly Nerves" transmitted to them by the gods to teach them the truth, and when the "Heavenly Nerves" is recited, the tribe's sacrifice to the gods will end, if the gods favor, they will choose one person in their clan to send a gift. More often than not, though, nothing happens.

However, the mind of the gods is beyond anyone's grasp. Even if nothing happens at the time of prayer, it does not mean that they will not receive the gift of the gods, and it is said that such a thing has happened in the past, and the tribe that has already prayed has unexpectedly received the gift of the gods. However, it is said that the one who has received the most gifts from the gods in the past is the sword bearer who is responsible for the sacrifices. As for the reason. There are different opinions, but the most recognized by everyone is strength, because the errand of the knife bearer is to fight for strength.

The sword-wielder slaughtered the sacrifice. After the tribe prays, they are pushed into the river and let it flow down the river, and it is said that the lower reaches of the river are the entrance to the abode of the gods, so these offerings will follow the river to the gods.

This time, it was Yun Xiao from the Yun tribe who finally got the title of sword wielder, and the first beast he would kill was none other than the Megalodon of the Hong tribe.

In a miserable whimper, the megalodon was killed on the spot, and the bright red blood flowed down the land to the river, falling into the boiling water, and it was said that the bright red of the blood would attract the attention of the gods more easily, and get more attention, so the tribes often liked to look for the larger beasts when catching their prey, because they had more abundant blood.

Hong Huang took the people of the Hong tribe and stood on the edge of the big river, bowing his head and reciting "Heavenly Nerve" in a low voice, with a solemn and pious expression.

"Heavenly Nerve" is not long, and it didn't take long, it was already finished reciting, after the prayer was completed, Yun Xiao deliberately waited for a while, and when he was sure that there was no movement, he continued to walk towards the next target, the sacrifice of the Hanfeng tribe, in fact, when the "Heavenly Nerve" was recited at the moment, the prayer had already been declared, and the knife bearer should have slaughtered the next sacrifice immediately, but because it was the Hong tribe, so he waited for a while.

"Hehe, it seems that the gods are not too satisfied with the Hong people," the Hong people were not able to get the favor of the gods, everyone's hearts were secretly happy, and they were also a little happy, the Hong people were already the largest tribe in the Donghe District, if they were favored by the gods and sent down blessings, it would undoubtedly not be a good thing for other tribes.

However, at the same time, there are also many people who are anxious, because the Hong people have not received the gift, but it is also possible that they are revealing a not very good information, because the gods have not appeared for many years, although many tribes have sensed the breath of the gods before, but when they have not seen it with their own eyes, they have never been sure.

The prayers of the Windswept tribe were also not blessed by the gods, and as the sacrifice was pushed into the river, the prayers of the Windswept tribe were also declared, but the result was the same as that of the Hong, and the hermit tribe was not able to change in any way.

"Hey, that's interesting. Yun Xiao smiled secretly in his heart, but then looked at the next one, that is, the Yun tribe ranked below the hermit tribe, that is, his own tribe.

The three major tribes fell one after another, all of them had no gifts, so that everyone present was secretly happy, but at the same time there was some surprise, but more of a sigh, although they did not want the gods to favor these big tribes, but if the gods did not even appear, then they also had no chance, and there was no change.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the Yun tribe, but the people of the Hong tribe were frowning, staring at the people of the Yun tribe with some hatred, this time the Yun tribe was obviously prepared, not only Yun Xiao was overwhelmed in the competition, and won the title of the knife bearer, the sacrifice contributed by the Yun clan this time also made a lot of effort, and it turned out to be the same as the Hong clan, it was a giant megalodon tiger, and in terms of fierce size, it was not inferior to the one of the Hong clan.

"Yun Clan?" Mo Ming's eyes moved slightly, and a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his heart, "This Yun Clan is not simple. ”

The sword flashed, the megalodon fell to the ground, and the prayer of the Yun tribe officially began.

The chanting gradually stopped, but the sky was still clear and cloudy. There was no change, obviously the Yun clan had not been favored by the gods, and Yun Xiao's face was a little unwilling, but he was not too depressed, because compared to the gifts of the gods, there was another important matter related to the interests of the tribe in his heart.

Time passed minute by minute, and the Celestial Sacrifice was also carried out amid the screams of the beasts, but by this time, most of the beasts used for the sacrifice had been slaughtered, but so far. But no tribe has yet been able to elicit a reaction from the gods. The atmosphere was somewhat silent and dreary.

The Celestial Sacrifice was proceeding rapidly, but soon it was already the turn of the Clan.

"The gods must manifest their spirits!" Ma Hu secretly looked forward to it in his heart, in fact, it was not only him, but everyone in the tribe was praying like this in their hearts. Even Mo Ming secretly hoped that the gods would appear. He was just as curious about the mysterious Calamity. However, it often backfires, and the gods do not seem to hear the voices of the Shan people, and miracles do not happen. Like the other tribes, the Shan tribe did not receive the gift of the gods, and there were not many remaining tribes at this time.

"Hmph, just because you are a declining tribe, the group of dusk, and you want to get the favor of the gods, it is a pipe dream, and the gods will only choose those vigorous and emerging tribes. Quanzhong's eyes flashed, revealing a hint of sarcasm, but his heart thought of it with disdain.

However, at this time, more people think that this year is likely to be the same as in previous years, and the gods will still not appear.

The whole tribe was obviously a young and up-and-coming tribe, but apparently, the gods didn't seem to have much interest in them either.

At this moment, only the last tribe was left to complete the prayer, and everyone's eyes were looking at them nervously, and the thoughts of each tribe were different, some hoped that the gods would appear, and some hoped to maintain the status quo.

"Hey, it looks like we won't be able to see the gods again this year. ”

When the last syllable of "Heavenly Nerve" ended, someone suddenly secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time there were countless sighs, until the end of the Celestial God Sacrifice, the Celestial God never appeared.

According to the process of the Celestial Sacrifice, when the last tribe completes the sacrifice, the Celestial Sacrifice is declared complete, and the next thing is to go back to their respective homes and find their own mothers.

As the presiding officer of the Heavenly God Festival, Hong Huang had just finished announcing the closing of the Heavenly God Festival, just when Yun Xiao's eyes gradually became cold, and his hands were about to be waved because of excitement, suddenly a thunderclap sounded in the sky, as if the gods were angry, intimidating all directions, and everyone's hearts were shocked by this thunder, and they hurriedly looked up at the sky overhead.

The originally clear sky suddenly became cloudy, and the black oppressive clouds rolled in the sky, and the dark clouds were even more electric and thunderous, as if the scene of the end of the world, but the natives below were suddenly excited.

"The gods have appeared, the gods have appeared!" and even screamed.

"Woe to the Heavenly Monarch?" Mo Ming frowned slightly, looking at the dark clouds floating in the sky suspiciously, and looking at him, he actually had a familiar feeling.

"What's the matter, why does this cloud look so much like that old turtle?" Mo Ming was surprised in his heart, this dark cloud in the sky actually looked more and more like the old dragon turtle, the old dragon turtle after recovering his strength, "The so-called manifestation of the heavenly god can't be a trick made by this guy, right?"

As the so-called dragon from the clouds, the tiger from the wind, and the clouds and rain are the old business of the dragon clan, Mo Ming looked at the dark clouds in the sky, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt like it.

"My people!"

Suddenly, a majestic voice came from the dark clouds.

However, Mo Ming suddenly laughed when he heard this voice, because the owner of this voice was very familiar to him, it was the old dragon turtle who had been his pet.

"This guy is actually pretending to be a god!" Mo Ming said with a smile in his heart, but then he remembered what the old dragon turtle had said before, the Heavenly Turtle had been gone for a long time, and even the old dragon turtle didn't know where he was, how could he manage these natives as a god, I am afraid that the old dragon turtle was pretending to be a god before.

However, these natives did not know that the god in their eyes was actually just a lewd old turtle, but they believed in it very devoutly.

"My people, your devotion to the gods has been received, and the gods are very pleased. The old tortoise's voice echoed in the sky, "So this god has decided to choose the most loyal one among you and bestow the gift on the god." ”

The voice of the old dragon turtle was solemn and solemn, as if it had the taste of an old god stick, and Mo Ming secretly thought in his heart.

For a while, everyone was quiet, and everyone looked nervously at the sky, everyone wanted to get this gift that had been blank for a long time.

"What God is going to give to this most loyal people and his tribe will be three full years of food. The old dragon turtle suddenly announced, and there was a sound of inhalation below, especially for some small tribes, the impact of three years of food on them is unimaginable, such as Ma Long, if the Qiang people get the food for these three years, it means that they don't have to worry about food for three years, and in these three years, the strength and population of their tribe will be greatly increased, and for a super clan like the Hong tribe, the three years of food is also very spectacular, which will undoubtedly save them a lot of labor.

"Boy, who do you think I should give this gift to?" Just as everyone was talking, the voice of the old dragon turtle suddenly sounded in Mo Ming's mind. (To be continued......)