"It's the will of the Fire God that is about to be revived......" Feeling the will hovering between heaven and earth, Yang Sanyang's heart moved, and he hurriedly lowered his head, kneeling on the ground and not daring to look up.

Death to the blasphemer!

To raise one's head is to disrespect the gods.

Seeing that the will of the fire god in heaven and earth was getting stronger and stronger, and he was about to wake up, he suddenly saw the hazy firebird in the flames moving his claws in his sleep, as if he felt uncomfortable, and scratched at will, and then the visions in the sky, including the will of the fire god, all turned into powder.

The vision was interrupted, and the fire god's revival qi was cut off, and all the people of the entire tribe raised their heads in unison and looked at the trembling high priest on the altar with a blank face.

Nothing like this has ever happened!

How could the revived will of the Vulcan suddenly fall silent again?

The faces of the people were full of bewilderment, but there had never been such a thing.

The High Priest spoke again with a nervous expression, his mouth emitting a strange tone that continued to ripple through the void.

It's a pity that this time there wasn't even a ripple, and it didn't cause half a reverberation.

This time, everyone was panicked, and they all bowed to the ground and whimpered, and their mouths emitted pleading.

The High Priest continued to exude a strange tone, intending to communicate with the Vulcan, but unfortunately there was no response.

God forsaken!

Divine punishment!

Countless thoughts flowed through Yang Sanyang's mind, and there was a blank look in his eyes, and the high priest tossed on the altar for a long time, until the frost fell in the middle of the night, and he never received any response.

"Bang~"

The high priest's body was paralyzed to the ground, looking at the flames in front of him with a desperate expression, without the protection of the gods, it was impossible for humans to survive in this great wilderness world.

Not only did the high priest look desperate, but the countless clansmen in the audience also looked miserable at this time, and the primitive people were definitely not stupid and knew what was happening at the moment. A terrifying word crossed everyone's minds, as if it was rolling thunder, draining all the strength of everyone:

God forsaken!

Suddenly, the eyes of the high priest on the altar turned, and his gaze inadvertently fell on Yang Sanyang, as if he saw a ray of light in the desperate night, and then suddenly pounced down from the altar, knelt down in front of Yang Sanyang, kept kowtowing and raised the scepter in his hand, and then pointed to the altar.

Seeing the sacrificial action, all the primitive people in the field changed their faces, their spirits were shocked, and then they bowed to Yang Sanyang three times.

Yang Sanyang's face was silent, he took the sacrificial scepter, the texture of the sky net in his eyes flowed, and a touch of contemplation appeared in his eyes: "The fire god's qi is still there, but it was suppressed by that little bird, and it can't be used at all." Even if I stepped forward, it didn't help in the slightest. That little bird can even be suppressed by the god of fire, what kind of terrifying existence should it be?"

Looking at the sleeping bird in the flames, Yang Sanyang stuck his scepter on the ground, swept the blood-stained soil, the bright moon in the sky, and the blazing bonfire, illuminating half of the sky, turned around and walked out of the crowd, and walked towards the cave.

The god of fire is suppressed, and whoever goes up is in vain!

But he could not speak, nor could he explain to the primitives.

The only good news is that the god of fire has been suppressed, but the bird is still protecting the tribe. For some reason, the bird fell into a deep sleep, but when the bird woke up, everything would go back to the way it was.

Unfortunately, he didn't know anything about the gods, so he couldn't help at all.

Ye followed Yang Sanyang back to the cave with a sad face, and the two of them lay on the animal skin, both silent.

The gods have fallen into a deep sleep, how can they survive this icy chalk age?

Yang Sanyang fell into a deep sleep in the dark, and when he woke up, there was no trace of popularity in the empty stone cave, and he was still asleep with tears on his face.

Walking out of the cave, the sky was shining, the frost on the earth had not subsided, the fire in front of the altar was still burning, compared to the excitement at the beginning of last night, when the primitive figures were tired and their eyes were full of despair.

The sky fell!

Without the response of the gods, for the tribe, it is equivalent to the fall of the sky.

All the primitive people prostrate on the ground and knelt here all night, fortunately there was a bonfire, and they did not freeze, but their bodies were not painful.

Yang Sanyang was silent, at this time, he didn't have any good way.

"Roar~" With a roar, Yang Sanyang attracted the attention of all the primitives, and beckoned to all the primitives to come over.

A group of primitive people slowly rubbed their arms and arms and walked over, Yang Sanyang pointed to the tribute, pointed to the fire, and then pointed to the fishing nets and ropes, and patted his shoulder with his eyes full of arrogance: "Eat!

I don't know if everyone understands Yang Sanyang's meaning, I saw a group of primitive people starting to raise the flame to roast meat, hungry all night plus wind chill, everyone was already hungry.

Even if you are abandoned by the gods, you can't skip food, right?

The gods, as important as they are, are by no means more important than filling their stomachs.

Without the response of the god of fire, everyone still has to live, and they still have to work hard to live.

The only thing that makes everyone hope is that the flame that represents the god of fire has not disappeared, and this is where the hope in everyone's hearts lies.

When Yang Sanyang threw the net in front of the primitives, the primitives finally cheered up and walked towards the mountains and forests with ropes and fishing nets.

It is the instinct of all living beings to live, and it is not the concern of any other cause.

It's just that the old priest still knelt down in front of the altar alone, his body trembling, and his eyes were full of pathos. The tribe was abandoned by the gods, but he could not do anything about this sacrifice, but could only watch.

It's a pity that the words don't work, otherwise Yang Sanyang may be able to rebuild his morale and comfort him.

took the jerky and came to the old priest, gently helped the other party up, and Yang Sanyang pushed the jerky over.

With tears in his eyes, the old priest looked at the mark on Yang Sanyang's eyebrows with a pair of eyes, then swallowed the jerky, turned around and continued to kneel in front of the Vulcan altar, and a desolate and desperate voice echoed in the wind from his mouth, hoping to get a response from the Vulcan.

Yang Sanyang sighed and pulled the old priest, but unfortunately the old priest was still stubbornly prostrate on the ground, and his voice was full of sadness.

Yang Sanyang shook his head, he couldn't persuade this old guy who was as stubborn as a scalper, this was not a matter between the human tribe and the fire god at all, but because of the bird that occupied the magpie's nest.

The bird's body is golden yellow, each feather seems to be made of gold, and there are mysterious runes circulating on it, and the suppressed will of the fire god has no temper at all.

Yang Sanyang stood in front of the altar and pondered for a long time, this is an innate sacred, God knows how long the other party will sleep?

The innate divine longevity is on par with heaven and earth, and it may not be possible to sleep for tens of millions of years, and its own tribe must prepare in advance.

"On a day without gods, you must be strong and live well!" Yang Sanyang is cheering himself up, he now has all kinds of treasures, and in the face of the dangerous wilderness, he is not without means to survive.

"I just hope that the bird that occupies the magpie's nest will leave quickly, otherwise it will really teach people to have no bottom in their hearts" Yang Sanyang turned back to the cave, sat down on the bluestone, basking in the sun in the sky, looking at the listless female primitive people in the distance, there was a pair of rubbing hemp ropes, Yang Sanyang was silent.

Morale can only be restored by time. When the primitive people found out that they could still live well even if they were not sacred, they would restore their previous morale.

The birdsong in the woods continued, and Yang Sanyang thought of making bows and arrows in his heart.

Without the blessing of the god of fire, if you can make a bow and arrow blessed by the Great Dao, the self-protection power of the entire tribe will be greatly improved.

However, bows and arrows are not so easy to make, and in order to make a bow, you must find a container that can hold the fat.

In fact, Yang Sanyang already has an idea, he can't fire ceramics, he only understands some principles of firing ceramics, and if he wants to fire ceramics, it is a long experimental process.

He looked at the 'bamboo tube' used to draw water, and there was a hint of contemplation in his eyes, and then he suddenly turned over and sat up: "Yay!"

He shouted, only to see Ye holding the jerky in his hand, and came to Yang Sanyang's side listlessly.

Without saying much, Yang Sanyang stood up and walked towards the barren forest.

In the barren forest, Yang Sanyang found what he wanted, a 'bamboo tube' mother that had grown for hundreds of years, as thick as two adults hugging each other, and the bamboo joints were also extremely tall, and each bamboo node was a meter high.

He came up with a way to store the fat naturally, that is, to drill a hole in this 'bamboo', pour the fat into it when the time comes, and use the living creature to make the fat ur, which is simply the most perfect plan.

This is this old bamboo is as hard as iron, and primitive people can't drill it at all.

A finger pointed out, and the heavenly net divine light in Yang Sanyang's body flowed, and a fiery red silk thread fluctuated, and then only a 'poof' sound was heard, and with a slight poke, a fist-sized hole appeared.

"It's done!" Yang Sanyang withdrew his fingers, and his eyes showed a hint of surprise: "What is the Skynet and that fiery red in my body?"

He didn't know the origin of the law, he only felt that his two treasures were quite easy to use at critical moments, and the felling of trees a few days ago and the digging of pits now were all handy.

Finding a long leaf to seal the entrance of the cave, a flash of divine light flowed from Yang Sanyang's eyes: "The stored utensils are here, and the next thing is to hunt those mountain overlords like Xiong Zhen." ”

"However, there are still a lot of bones left from the last time, but they are enough. This time, it is better to hunt a tiger, tiger bones are used to boil fat, even the ancients have never tried it!" Yang Sanyang's face showed a divine light, no matter in that world, tiger bones are precious things.

There are no tigers in the nearby mountains and forests, and if you want to hunt tigers, you need to go deep into the wilderness and walk a long way.

On the second day, Yang Sanyang took the herbs, torches, and weapons prepared by himself, and took more than 30 sturdy men to set off all the way to the depths of the great wilderness.