Yang Sanyang was silent when he heard this, but his eyes looked at the sky in the distance, and his eyes flashed with thought.

Whether the gods eat 'brute brains' or the complexity of the gods, all of them show the malice of this world towards the primitive human race.

"Where to go in the future, people are confused!" Yang Sanyang sighed faintly and was silent.

The grand sacrifice finally began, and the new priest was an old man in the clan, although the old man was presiding over the sacrifice for the first time, but he learned it well, but the tone of the old sacrifice to communicate with the gods was lost.

All kinds of livestock and prey are neatly placed under the altar, and there are countless treasures of melons, fruits, pears and peaches, all of which are enshrined on the altar of the god of fire at this time.

Countless clansmen bowed to the altar, their eyes full of apprehension and piety, and they knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and the aura of incense rushed into the sky, and the incense of tens of thousands of people turned into a strange force and rushed into the lair.

"Hum~"

A ray of divine light revived, and the sleeping bird suddenly opened its eyes, and the golden divine light around its body flowed, and its eyes seemed to contain a world of flames, scanning the hundreds of people below, and finally falling on Yang Sanyang's body.

Feeling the little bird's gaze, Yang Sanyang was startled and immediately lowered his head, and then showed a creepy look, not daring to continue to raise his head.

The little bird devoured the underworld power contributed by the entire tribe, and there was a hint of thought in his eyes, and the next moment a piece of golden hair on his wings fell off, and lightning shot out and flew towards Yang Sanyang, levitating in front of his eyes.

The gods responded!

The whole tribe's apprehension was gone, and then there was vitality, endless ecstasy rose and spread, and even though everyone could not understand each other, they could still feel each other.

"Hiss~, when did this bird become so atmospheric, it even gave away its own natal feathers, this is a good thing, you quickly put it away!" Bai Ze stared at the golden feather, and his eyes showed a hint of surprise.

Yang Sanyang stretched out his hand when he heard this, only to see the golden feathers automatically fall and fall into his palm.

The feathers are only the length of a palm, as if they were as thin as cicada wings made of gold, and the texture on them is clear, and the mysterious runes are carved on them.

It looks like a fluttering feather, I'm afraid it doesn't weigh hundreds of catties, but fortunately, Yang Sanyang has been washed and cut down several times, and his strength is already the largest among all primitive people, and his strength of hundreds of catties is not in his eyes.

"Strange, when did this bird become so atmospheric? and it was still atmospheric to a barbarian?" Bai Ze scratched his head, his eyes full of puzzlement.

"Ancestor, is this feather any use?" Yang Sanyang said in surprise, holding this feather, he didn't know what it was for.

"This thing is infinitely useful, and it holds the true spirit of the bird, and the golden immortal can be killed with this thing! This feather is one of the natal feathers of its nirvana, and its natal law is imprinted on it, how can this bird be so generous?" Bai Ze was puzzled, and there was a solemnity in his eyes: "It may not be a good thing, nor is it necessarily a bad thing, at least it has made you different." ”

Yang Sanyang was noncommittal, and said with a puzzled expression: "With this thing, you can kill all kinds of demon beasts under the Golden Immortal?"

"This is one of his natal feathers, not to mention that there is a true spirit on it," Bai Ze shook his head.

"How is this thing driven?" Yang Sanyang was puzzled.

"It's not difficult to drive, as long as you meet the enemy and bow three times to the feather, the true spirit can be sensed!" Bai Ze patted Yang Sanyang on the shoulder: "And don't you want to learn the divine script? This feather is carved with three innate divine scripts, you can study it yourself." ”

"Shenwen?" Yang Sanyang's face was surprised, he lowered his head to look at the feather in his hand, and the three unpredictable words on it were circulating in it, and he couldn't see it clearly, because the font changed so fast, so fast that he didn't have time to comprehend it.

"This is the most primitive divine language, if you can comprehend these three divine words, Ancestor I will pat my chest and promise to teach you all the remaining divine words, otherwise you will not bother Ancestor in this matter!" Bai Ze muttered.

Yang Sanyang was stunned: "If the ancestor doesn't teach me, how can I perceive these three runes?"

"This is a natural divine text, it doesn't need to be taught by others, but other people's professors are inferior, you better understand it yourself!" Bai Ze snorted.

A wild shout sounded around him, the sacrifice had ended, and everyone received a response from the gods, all of them knelt down with fanatical expressions, and then kept kowtowing to Yang Sanyang, and their mouths issued fanatical calls.

It was not Yang Sanyang who bowed, but the feathers in his hands.

Looking at the feather in his hand, Yang Sanyang stuffed it into his arms, thought about it and took it out again, and inserted it in his hair, although the feather was heavy, he could still withstand it.

Tribal carnival, unprecedented carnival, Yang Sanyang stood quietly in the hut, looking at the bonfire rising in the night, holding the golden feather in his hand and silently.

The runes on the feathers are unpredictable, and there seems to be infinite flames circulating within them, which makes it difficult for people to see real.

"A feather can kill all the monks under the Golden Immortal, what kind of identity is that little bird!" Yang Sanyang had a guess in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it.

However, humans can try to spread out of the wilderness, and with this feather as a protector, it is enough.

This place is a place blessed by the god of fire, and there will be no peerless demon king within a radius of thousands of miles, but those monks who have not yet survived the three calamities, or are preparing to cross the three calamities, use this feather to kill this group of monks, a bit of a cannon to fight mosquitoes, it is simply overkill.

Just as there will be no bandits near the army's station, there will be no demons near the land shrouded by the gods and gods.

Yang Sanyang was holding which feather, with a hint of contemplation in his eyes, and he sat in the dark night and didn't know what to think.

Ye didn't know when he came to Yang Sanyang's side, gently hugged his arm, rested his head on his chest, and silently enjoyed the silence in the dark.

"Open up the wasteland! With this feather, human beings can be regarded as having a foothold in the Great Wilderness, although this feather is powerful, but the significance of its representation is even more extraordinary!" Yang Sanyang thoughtfully: "Bai Ze is so afraid of the small bird in the flame, it can be seen that the other party is amazingly big, this feather represents not only the feather, but also the support of which god." ”

"Bai Ze refuses to teach me the cultivation method, but it's not whether any god can take me as a disciple and teach me the secret of cultivation!" Yang Sanyang lowered his gaze to the feather in his hand.

Not far away, Bai Ze was lying in the moonlight and playing with the sleepy fairy rope: "I said boy, you've been looking at that feather for a few hours, and you haven't seen enough!"

Ignoring Bai Ze, Yang Sanyang picked up Ye and got into the quilt, and began the daily silent recitation of the Tao Te Ching, and the power of the Great Dao in the void flowed down, enveloping Yang Sanyang's body, but he saw Bai Ze 'whoosh' rushing over, lying on his knees and opening his mouth, hoping to get a little bit of the power of the Great Dao.

This scene is so similar to Yang Sanyang standing in the cold wind and swallowing the cold north wind, they are all the same stupid!

"Hum~"

Which feather shook slightly, immersed in the rhyme, and then disappeared.

Except for Yang Sanyang himself, no one could absorb the power of the Great Dao.

After reciting the Tao Te Ching, Bai Ze harazi flowed Yang Sanyang's body, and the disgusting Yang Sanyang kicked Bai Ze away, and then turned over and fell asleep in the bed.

"Can you kid not do this!" Bai Ze stood up from the ground dissatisfied, and burrowed into Yang Sanyang's bed with a dead face: "Let me feel the remnants of the Dao rhyme, there are countless gods in the Great Wilderness World, but you kid is the only one who can absorb the power of the Great Dao." Not even the God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor, how did you kid do it?"

Without answering Bai Ze's words, Yang Sanyang fell into a deep sleep and slept with Ye in his arms.

"Hmph, I'm really angry with me, if it weren't for the power of your Great Dao, I wouldn't have pasted it with a dead face!" Bai Ze's words were full of resentment, but his actions were very honest, and he still burrowed into Yang Sanyang's arms with a dead face.

Day 2

The primitive people who carnivaled all night got up late, and the entire primitive tribe of the three poles on the sun regained their vitality, and Yang Sanyang sat in the sun and observed the golden feather after washing every day.

The feathers are golden yellow, like a flame in the sun, and the three divine patterns on it are uncertain and unpredictable.

"Ancestor, I really can't find the way to get started, and I hope that Ancestor will guide me!" Yang Sanyang forgot about his reprimand for Bai Ze last night, and leaned over facelessly, revealing a hint of flattery.

Bai Ze was speechless when he heard this, and said after a while: "I said that you can't learn, you just don't believe it." ”

"If the ancestor doesn't teach me to try, how can I give up?" Yang Sanyang said with a wry smile.

Bai Ze looked at Yang Sanyang when he heard this, staring at those serious eyes, unprecedented sincerity. After a while, he said: "That's it, I'll tell you, there are 48,000 divine texts in this world, and 1,002 commonly used divine texts, each of which contains 129,600 meanings, even if the gods can't master all the divine texts, the only one in the world who can master all the divine texts is the only one who can master the ancestors." ”

"Forty-eight thousand, one hundred and twenty-nine thousand, six hundred, Ancestor, don't lie to me......" Yang Sanyang's face changed.

"You see that the divine text is changing, in fact, it is just deducing its own mysteries, 129,600 kinds of mysteries are constantly evolving in a cycle, if you are a talented person, you can see through all the changes at a glance, and write down the mysteries of the entire divine pattern, you kid can't even remember a mystery, it's not that I said you, your kid is indeed born with insufficient spirit, and he can't engrave the changes and mysteries of the divine pattern" Bai Ze said earnestly: "I can't teach you this thing, I can't teach you this thing at a glance, I understand it, I understand it, I can't fake it." ”

"Didn't the ancestor deceive me?" Yang Sanyang's face was not good-looking, 129,600, multiplied by 48,000, who can write it down?

Isn't it possible to be good at all?