Ten years is an inch long, you can imagine how precious and rare this kind of tree is, fortunately it is a primitive society now, otherwise I am afraid that it would have been cut down long ago.

There was a flash of divine light in Yang Sanyang's eyes, and it was not in a hurry to find the main material for making bows and arrows, the key was to hunt a bear, tiger and other fierce beasts, and use the essence of its body to make fat.

The key is that there is no container for storing the fat, which is a very troublesome thing.

Therefore, everything is in a hurry, and we have to prepare slowly, one by one.

Before Yang Sanyang could prepare all the necessities for making bows and arrows, it was already the day to sacrifice to the god of fire.

In this world where primitive people have to rely on the god of fire to protect them, the sacrifice to the gods is particularly grand and important, and there must be no mistakes, otherwise once they are rejected by the god of fire, it will be a catastrophe for the entire tribe.

On the day of the sacrifice, the better the items offered, the greater the reward from the god of fire.

The whole tribe was busy with the sacrifice, Yang Sanyang stood under the outside sky, staring at the black particles that were constantly rushing in the sun star, feeling the cooler and cooler breeze in the air, and his eyes showed a touch of solemnity.

"Soon, the Cretaceous is coming!" Yang Sanyang's eyes were full of silk nets, and then he looked at the divine fire enshrined in the tribe, and then his gaze suddenly froze, and he felt more and more that the divine fire enshrined in his tribe was different from the beginning.

Even the silk nets spreading in the air were changing slightly, and there seemed to be a small bird sleeping in the haze of the flames, and the incomparable divine power spread to the surrounding area, enveloping the entire tribe.

Birdie?

Is Vulcan a bird?

Vulcan is definitely not a bird!

The people of the tribe had seen the god of fire, and it was an indescribable feeling, difficult to speak, and his face was as changeable as a flame, when did he become a little bird?

"Or maybe the god of fire has evolved?" Yang Sanyang muttered in his heart, only to see a fiery red silk thread in the void derived from the little bird's body, connected to the sky net, and with the bird's breathing, the surrounding fiery red silk threads were constantly shaking, emitting Dao fluctuations.

This is Kamui!

The fluctuation of the law is Shenwei!

It's the instinct of the gods, like the breath of man, it's an instinct.

It takes a while to worship the god of fire, and it is necessary to prepare fresh ingredients and various abundant items. Many things in human life rely on sacrifices to the god of fire, so as to obtain the gift of the god of fire, and the richer the materials prepared, the more rewards the god of fire will give.

"The great wilderness is endless, and I don't know if there are other primitive people around!" Yang Sanyang's eyes were full of divine light, and he reined in all the edges.

He also has a cloud of law origin in his body, and theoretically speaking, if he can dial the power of the laws between heaven and earth, he can also exude divine power.

It's just that he is by no means a fool, how can the power of heaven and earth be borne by mortal bodies?

A steady stream of materials has been brought back from the wilderness, and since there are ropes and traps, there is no shortage of materials and meat for human beings.

There is a golden pheasant that exudes a multicolored light, and its meat is delicious and extremely difficult to prey. There is also Mao Fan, Mao is a kind of lettuce, also known as Mulberry, an aquatic herbaceous plant with oval leaves, floating on the water surface, flowering in summer, and young leaves can be eaten. It is a type of apple grass that grows near water and can be eaten to satisfy hunger.

There are also various edible plants such as sunflower roots, poburns, seeds, and so on.

In the past, primitive people could not eat enough by hunting alone, and all kinds of vegetation were also the food of primitive people. Of course, the names of these plants are just from Yang Sanyang, and no one in this world will care about those weeds, so how can they name them?

Yang Sanyang has been looking for cereal plants that can be eaten by people for a long time, but unfortunately he has not found them for a long time, and he ...... There are no ceramics, no pots, and even if you find cereals, you can't eat them.

As for the only heavy stone pot in the tribe, it wasn't a stone pot at all, right? It was just a naturally formed hole, and then it was dug down by the god of fire and given to the human race to hold water to drink.

"Humanity is prosperous, and there is a long way to go!" Yang Sanyang shook his head, looking at the mountain of materials, all kinds of beasts were tied together by ropes, and placed at random in front of the open-air steps not far from the stone cave.

Yang Sanyang got up to take a bath, carefully brushed his fur, and all kinds of thoughts flowed in his heart: "If the Fire God can watch me during the sacrifice, can I take the opportunity to seek the method of immortality?"

At the time of the annual sacrifice, the will of the god of fire will inevitably descend, and that is the only chance for everyone to come into contact with the god of fire.

Yang Sanyang's fingers lightly tapped the rope on his waist, and a pair of eyes looked into the distance. Then the thought in his heart moved, and the trapped fairy rope turned into a rope ring, hidden under the fur of his wrist.

The trapped immortal rope is his talisman treasure, although he has never used it, he has no doubt about the power of the trapped immortal rope. This is a treasure blessed by heaven and earth, and he doesn't know if such an existence as the god of fire will be tempted.

However, the vision didn't alarm the god of fire at the beginning, so I don't think the god of fire will be tempted, right?

But this is your most precious thing, and you must hide it.

There is also the jade bead, Yang Sanyang stroked the jade bead on his chest, this is definitely an amazing treasure, I am afraid that the gods will also be moved. After thinking about it, he still took off the jade bead on his chest, but saw that the bead was shining with clear light, and it seemed that there was a full moon rising and falling in it, and the Dao Dao was cool and submerged in his body, so comfortable.

"Where is this bead hidden?" Yang Sanyang stroked the bead with the warmth of his tentacles, thinking about it, and his thoughts flowed, and he actually moved in his heart and hid the bead under his armpit.

Yes, it was hidden under the armpit.

His hair was as tough as wire, braided enough to hide a bead, and as long as he stood honestly on the side, the Vulcan would not notice anything unusual.

Through Skynet, he could perceive that this bead was not connected to Skynet, and all the qi was hidden, as long as the other party did not see the body of the bead, there should be no big problem.

As for the other fish demon's inner dan, Yang Sanyang hung it around his neck with a swagger, if the fire god could really appear and perceive the qi on his body, he would definitely be surprised, so he would be impressed by himself, and maybe he would be favored by the fire god.

All kinds of arrangements are done, but the cool feeling emitted by the beads under the armpit makes it refreshing and indescribable.

After washing his hair, Yang Sanyang walked out of the pool directly, without wearing a bear and a big coat, and walked out of the cave naked.

The hair on the hominids was long enough to hide the gender, any possible dew spots.

After Yang Sanyang finished washing, a group of primitive people happily jumped into the pool water, constantly playing in the pool water, cleaning their bodies.

Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a flash of electric light, and there was a faint gathering of wind and clouds around him, and he couldn't stop the dragon ball vision.

There was a strong man guarding the prey outside the door, and an old ape man came to Yang Sanyang in high spirits and saluted Yang Sanyang respectfully.

The old ape-man's hair was golden, and he held a strangely shaped crutch in his hand, which was carved with mysterious lines, and within the crutch, there seemed to be a flowing magma, emanating through the crystal clear crutch itself.

It was as if it was a flowing flame, emitting subtle fluctuations.

The old ape-man handed the scepter in his hand to Yang Sanyang, in his opinion, Yang Sanyang was the son of God, and it was most suitable for him to preside over the sacrifice.

Yang Sanyang hurriedly refused, his own family knew his own affairs, and his flame origin was created by himself, but he was definitely not the son of God chosen by the Fire God.

Moreover, the fire god sacrifice process is cumbersome, and there is no room for error, so he doesn't want to do the sacrificial thing.

After several refusals, the old ape-man had no choice but to walk away with a disappointed face, and commanded everyone to lead the prey and food to the altar not far away.

"I just hope that this sacrifice can still go well, although I don't know why the divine power of the Vulcan tribe has changed, but there are still gods who are protecting the entire tribe, as for whether it is the god of fire, it's hard to say......" Yang Sanyang touched Ye's head, a silk thread flashed in his eyes, and slowly sat there, waiting for the sunset to come.

The old priest stood not far away, holding the paint in his hand, and turned out the lines of the road like a ghost painting on the forehead and body, although there is no pigment in the later generations, but there are natural raw materials, and some plant juices can be directly used as pigments, but the color is relatively simple.

Yang Sanyang didn't say much, a bonfire was constantly built by the clansmen in front of the altar, and there were thirty huge bonfires, surrounding the entire altar in the center.

The night became deeper and deeper, and the whole tribe became more and more lively, and piles of bonfires were lit, and the firelight illuminated a radius of more than ten miles.

A huge bonfire roared as if a firewood had been lit.

Countless primitives who had finished bathing came to stand in front of the altar with respectful faces, Yang Sanyang and the female leader stood in the front row, followed by the women of the tribe, and then the men and children.

Although the tribe as a whole is primitive, the class structure is distinct.

The old priest held the scepter in his hand, slowly walked up to the altar, and looked at the clansmen kneeling on the ground from the blazing bonfire below, their wrinkled old faces full of fanaticism.

"Roar~" A roar, countless prey were carried out in a terrible scream, and then I saw the tribal warriors raise their knives and fall, and the stone grass in their hands pierced out, and the hot blood continued to splash out, wetting the earth.

In an instant, the blood rushed into the sky, and it continued to spread in the wind.

The old priest waved his hand to signal the slaughtering warrior to retreat, and then the whole person turned around, knelt down in front of the solidified flame, held up the scepter with both hands, and emitted an ancient mulberry cang's syllable from his mouth, which instantly caused a mysterious resonance of heaven and earth, and the scepter and the flame shook in unison.

"Hum~"

A wisp of mysterious qi was born from heaven and earth, and the heavy divine power was constantly recovering, pressing the foreheads of all primitive people to touch the ground, as if they were carrying a mountain, and their eyes were full of fear.