The surroundings were extremely quiet, and even the few people of the time tribe who regarded Lin Mochen as an enemy no longer had time to pay attention to him, looking at the altar with a solemn expression.

Lin Mochen looked up at the sky, it was almost noon.

Tu Zhang's face was not serious, his eyes were closed, and his mouth was full of words.

At this moment, Tuzulang suddenly shouted: "The sky is above, the thick earth is below, the god of Pan is the ancestor, and the Wu clan sacrifices to heaven and earth!"

Tu Shan opened his eyes in an instant, and two rays of light fell on the altar, then led to the sky, straight into the sky, and then fell back to the altar, and then fell to the earth, and the two eyes pierced the earth.

Lin Mochen didn't know what the other party saw, but he saw his hands move lightly, and the entire square turned around until he was facing southeast.

Immediately afterwards, one after another obscure syllables came out of Tu Zhang's mouth, as if low and high-pitched, which penetrated into people's hearts, clear but not bare-eared, magnetic but not low. A solemn feeling arises spontaneously, which represents the Wu clan's respect for heaven and earth, and it is also the Wu clan's attitude towards heaven and earth.

I don't know why, all of Lin Mochen's minds are addicted to the sacrificial words, as if they are immersed in endless rhymes.

But what is certain is that Lin Mochen must not be able to perceive anything from it.

It's not a matter of his ability, but the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth needs the soul's perception.

And he, just no!

Lin Mochen sat down slowly, as if he was motivated, with an expression on his face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and seemed to be happy rather than happy.

The feeling that can be conveyed - from the heart!

Not only Lin Mochen was like this, but also the Wu people beside him.

The difference is that some of these people kiss the earth, and some look up to the sky and make roaring clothes, but there is no sound.

Except for the wizard-level master beside Lin Mochen, most of the other areas were the same. Whether it was the weaker Wu clan or the most powerful Tuzu Lang in the field, they all had a charming expression on their faces.

The only difference is the twelve witch sacrifices on the altar.

The Tu tribe witch festival Tu Ridge is the first of the twelve witch festivals, closest to the altar, and the clothes are more yellow and bright than the others. After three zhang away, six zhang on the left and right, there are two witch sacrifices; after the two witch sacrifices, nine zhang is the third row of witch sacrifices, there are three people, and then after nine zhang there are three people, and the last three people are the fifth row.

Except for Tu Zhang, who was chanting words at the front, the other eleven were all standing quietly with their eyes closed, their faces extremely serious. However, their expressions were more like waiting.

Although it was the first time that the earth was sacrificed to heaven and earth as a witch sacrifice, the recitation of the sacrificial words was indeed extremely smooth, and there was not a single syllable sword without the slightest pause, which made countless people below addicted to it.

Lin Mochen didn't know how long it took, his consciousness moved suddenly, and the whole person instantly woke up.

Just when he opened his eyes in a trance, a scene appeared in front of him that made him feel incredible:

The originally clear sky was filled with a pulsing yellow light, and under the yellow light was a dignified purple light.

"Could this be the legendary Heavenly Xuanhuang Qi and Earth Purple Xuan Spirit?" Lin Mochen, who was in a trembling heart, had lost the ability to think, and the introduction of these two gases kept appearing in his mind.

Although these two gases look ordinary, their representations are also extremely simple, the Heavenly Xuanhuang Qi represents the Heavenly Fortune, and the Earth Purple Xuan Spirit represents the Earth's Fortune. The former is illusory, but the latter is the foundation of a world. Legend has it that as long as someone can get enough of these two things, he can conquer the heavens and the earth, and unless the whole heaven and earth are destroyed, he will be immortal.

The Earth Purple Xuan Spirit, which represents the earth, is the representative of the luck of one world, and is extremely important for Ancestral Witch-level masters who need to cultivate their luck, but it is also extremely useful for other people. Poor qualifications directly promote cultivation, and for geniuses, they can improve their understanding. Compared with the reality of cultivation, comprehension is ethereal, but it is indeed a vital part of cultivation.

And the Heavenly Xuanhuang Qi is indeed a more precious gift from heaven. However, this gift is not something that ordinary people can bear, if the physical body is not cultivated enough or the amount of equipment is not enough, the physical body will collapse at the least, and at the worst it will wipe everything out by it.

Of course, the appearance of these two heaven and earth treasures will not be silent, and it is this shaking of the heavens and the earth that woke Lin Mochen up.

Of course, it was not only Lin Mochen who woke up, but also the eleven witch priests who had been waiting on the altar for a long time.

Their eyes were close to those of the earthen ridge, but their light was more condensed, and it was obvious that their cultivation was above the earthen ridge.

Their lips moved along with their robes and the bone ornaments that hung from them. Although everyone's movements are different, their beats and rhythms are all synchronized.

More precisely, they are synchronized with the earthen ridges.

With them joining, the voice became louder, but it didn't make Lin Mochen addicted again.

Instead, it was like waking up, so that the witch clan in the audience opened their eyes and danced their hands at the same time.

At this moment, the ridge where the prayer had been kept changed and the rhythm of the recitation changed, and the hands and feet began to dance.

Compared with the dance that Lin Mochen participated in before, this dance is more pure, as if it can be imprinted in people's minds.

Although Lin Mochen was conscious, his hands and feet couldn't help him, and he jumped up with Tu Zhang's movements. It's just that he doesn't have the stretch of the earth jump, and his movements are only images, and the charm inside is more than a little worse.

But he himself didn't notice it in the slightest.

"This sacrificial dance is a bit evil, and it actually directly controls other people's flesh * bodies. ”

Lin Mochen, who was extremely conscious, completely lost control of his hands and feet. Under the sweep of consciousness, there is nothing wrong with it.

Countless Wu people danced, and the scene was naturally spectacular. Although the movements are different, the rhythmic beauty of the rhythm is fully revealed.

Just after everyone danced three movements, the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Ware that came down to the sky and the Earth Purple Xuan Spirit that went up to the third of the ground slowly became richer.

As time passed, the two rays grew more intense and closer.

Lin Mochen stared straight at the middle of the two.

From Mu Lao's news, he knew the existence of these two kinds of heaven and earth treasures, but he didn't have the slightest information about what would happen to the combination of the two.

This is not a mixture of noble yellow and atmospheric purple, but a blend of heaven and earth.

It is recorded in the record of the opening of the heavens by the god of Panshen, after the god of Panshen opened the sky, the clear qi floated into the sky, the turbid gas sank to the ground, and the remaining part of the fusion of the pure qi and turbidity gas plus the essence and blood of the panshen turned into a witch clan.

However, the Heavenly Xuanhuang Qi and the Earth Purple Xuan Spirit are not the same as the Clear Qi and the Turbid Qi!