When the Yanbu people saw the ancestral god Yanhuo reappearing, their morale was immediately boosted and they shouted.

Some even knelt down directly in the direction of the Flame Phantom, sincerely thanking the ancestral god for their protection. It turns out that the ancestral gods have not abandoned them, it is still there, it is always with them.

When the witch standing on the boulder saw this scene, he burst into tears.

No one knows how tormented he has been in the past two days. The ancestral god was gone, and the Yanbe people were just panicking, but he was afraid. For many years, the ancestral god has been staying in the tribe well, how could he not see it? He searched everywhere for the reason, but before he could find it, the ancestral god reappeared.

That's great.

Thank you to the ancestral gods for not abandoning them, and thank the ancestral gods for their protection.

Otherwise, when his soul returns to the ancestral mountain, he will not have the face to see the ancestor of Yanbu.

The Ancestral God Yanhuo Phantom only appeared for a moment, and then disappeared quickly. But such a moment has brought infinite confidence and courage to the people of Yanbe.

Gongliang looked at the dead fierce birds on the ground, dumbfounded, he didn't expect the ancestral god to be so powerful. In the space of his eyebrows, which he didn't know, the blue flame that had just returned had become a little dim.

The fierce beasts that were originally attacking Yanbu instantly fled into the woods when they saw the phantom of Yanhuo, and fled far away, and even the fierce beasts on the bank of the stream were frightened and swam back to the other side.

For a while, whether it was the gate of the village or the surrounding area of the tribe, there were no fierce beasts attacking. The tribe became very quiet.

Taking advantage of this time, the two tribes of Yanbe and Mabe jointly cleaned up the carcasses of fierce beasts and birds in the tribe.

I didn't dare to go out, so I had been sneaking behind the animal skin curtain and peeking out, and I found that there was no danger, so I walked out of it.

After a flattering rub at Gongliang's feet, he walked around. I saw it, one moment grinning and intimidating a dead ferocious bird, the next moment lying on a ferocious beast and drinking the beautiful blood of a ferocious beast, and the next moment pretending to be ferocious and roaring at the corpse of a huge fierce beast. But when it really faced it, it probably ran away a long time ago.

Gongliang didn't care about it, walked over curiously, picked up a fierce bird that was shot by the sparks of the Ancestral God Yanhuo Phantom Spark, and found that there were no scars on his body at all, so how could he die?

It's really incomprehensible!

After thinking about it, he broke open the head of the fierce bird to check, and found that the brains inside were all gone, and it was not because the ancestral god Yanhuo burned their brains with fire. It was too mysterious, and he felt unlikely.

But, what's going on?

Gongliang has a good habit of not imagining things that he can't think clearly, so as not to grow old and decay.

So, he walked to the gate, intending to help the tribal warriors clean up the beasts.

The two pillar-tusked fierce elephants were lying in front of the walled gate, and the huge body of the mountain was almost blocked by the walled gate, and no one could move such a big body, so the warriors on the side of the walled gate decided to cut the pillar-tusked fierce elephant.

Gongliang went over to help, and by the way, he kept two of the huge tusks for personal gain, intending to bring them back and put them at the door as decorations. Think about it, one left and one right two long teeth guarding the door, you don't have to walk in, you can feel a wild and reckless aura coming to your face outside, isn't that feeling particularly good.

I don't know if it's because of the ancestral god Yanhuo, until dark, there was not a single fierce beast attacking the tribe.

This gave the two warriors who were defending day and night in order to prevent the attack of the beast herd for a while, and finally had a chance to rest.

Because of the abundant harvest, Wu decided to worship the ancestral god again in the evening.

Several huge tusked elephant heads were placed in the front, followed by a slightly smaller beast and some fierce birds.

Wu Yi dressed up and chanted mystical phrases, singing praises to summon the ancestral gods to come.

This time, the blue and purple flames on the stone pillar did not look like they were about to be extinguished and weakened like the previous time. It appears thick, exuberant, and full of heat. After the worship, some sparks fell on the Yanbe people.

Wu saw the sparks float out, and finally relaxed, the ancestral god was still there, and the first two times it was estimated that it was because of something. He could only comfort himself in his heart like this.

However, some Yanbu people found that the blessing sparks given by the ancestral gods were not as many as before, but these thoughts were only swept away.

For them, the ancestral god is supreme, a great existence that protects the Yanbe people, and even a bad thought is blasphemy.

But Gongliang really felt that there were very few sparks, only a few, and the old, weak, sick and disabled who were at the back of the tribe were not distributed at all.

He didn't realize that a large part of the green smoke that floated from the heads of fierce birds and beasts during the worship was sucked in the space around his eyebrows, and only some of it escaped into the open space under the stone pillar, absorbed by the dark blue flame. The flame is based on the green smoke of the sacrifice, and only then will some sparks be given to the Yanbe people.

The less green smoke is absorbed, and the sparks that are given to the people of Yanbu will naturally be less. But Gongliang will not understand this.

After the worship, the weather suddenly changed.

The sky, which had been dark for a long time, finally sprinkled the accumulated snowflakes.

At first, the snow was falling unhurriedly.

Later, it was fast, slow, big, small, and completely irregular, and in the end, the snow was simply in the wind, and the clumps of snow were falling one after another.

The snowflakes, small, thick, soft, and light, were like accidentally tearing open the white goose feather pillow, and the small feathers shook down in a fluttering manner. Then, the little snowflakes grew bigger, thicker, and became dense, and dense, like who shook the jade tree qionghua in the sky so hard that the white and flawless petals flew all over the sky.

The snowy night was especially cold, and when he went to bed at night, Gongliang specially flattered him with a meal of delicious food, so that he would not lose his temper and not sleep with him.

In this kind of weather, if you don't sleep with this fluffy and round and warm guy, you won't be able to sleep well at night.

In order to avoid being too cold at night, he also nailed an extra layer of animal skin curtain at the door to protect against the cold, and the firewood on the stove also burned all night, constantly letting it spit hot air into the house.

Even so, he covered himself with an extra layer of animal skin, and wrapped himself and the round ball tightly.

As a result, because the house was too hot and stuffy, he had to get up and lift the hide, and also lifted the corner of the door curtain outside to ventilate.

When I woke up the next day, I went out to look and found that the snow had stopped and the sun had come out.

But the outside has become a world of pink and jade, and the trees that have lost their leaves are covered with shiny ice edges. When the wind blows, the trees sway gently, and the beautiful ice edges suddenly radiate colorful rainbows in the early morning sun.

The tribe was covered with a thick layer of snow, and when you stepped on it, it reached your knees. When Gongliang saw this, he went back to the house and took out a shovel, intending to shovel snow and make a snowman.

In his previous life, he always wanted to do this, but he felt that he was too old and it seemed naïve to do this, so he was reserved and didn't dare to touch it.

Today is an opportunity to fulfill my dream.