The singing came from a mountain that was thousands of feet high, reaching up into the sky. Looking up and taking off my hat, I couldn't see where the top was. In the middle of the majestic mountain, there was a flat area of several hundred miles in radius.
Ye Xiangyang could feel that the flat area was not flat as it seemed. On the contrary, there seemed to be a strange formation here, and this formation had completely different energy fluctuations from the formation he knew. Because his energy was not a treasure like Yuanjing Xianjing, the energy fluctuations were completely different, and the method of laying out the formation was also different.
On the flat ground, hundreds of men, women, old and young were sitting around a fire. They all had dark skin and wrapped their waists with leaves. Bones and stones were hung on their ears and noses, and they had collars around their necks.
The skin on their bodies is so dark that it is oily. I don’t know if it is a tattoo or a painting. There are colorful things painted on their bodies. It is difficult to tell what the patterns mean because each person has a different painting on his body.
The smallest of these people were ten to twenty feet tall, and the tallest was about three hundred feet tall.
They were surrounding a fire, which to us normal people would look like a mountain of fire.
Some men and women sang and danced around the flames, performing the most primitive dance. Every step they took made a rumbling sound, and the mountains were shaking under their feet.
As they danced, someone was roasting the meat of a fairy beast. It was a lion-like fairy beast, with a body of more than three hundred feet in size, and it was being roasted entirely over the fire.
I don’t know what kind of seasoning they used, but the fragrance wafted down from the top of the mountain, making the immortal beasts nearby who smelled the fragrance salivate, but no immortal beast dared to go to the top of the mountain to plunder.
From this we can see how strong they are.
The dancers held bone spears and bone staffs in their hands. Each of the bone spears and bone staffs was hundreds of feet long, shining with the color of bones, demonstrating terrifying energy. It was obvious that these bones were not ordinary ones.
They were singing ballads in their mouths, and the ballads blended with the mountains, like the wind blowing through the mountains, like the water flowing through the mountains, like the natural sounds of nature, hoarse and desolate, as if they had been sung for thousands of years and had not changed in billions of years.
It is these people's awe of life, respect for gods, worship of the sky, prayer for the earth, and blessing for their own existence in this world.
There was an altar behind them, which deeply attracted Ye Xiangyang.
If it weren't for this altar, Ye Xiangyang would not have stopped to watch the most primitive dance with ethnic characteristics. No matter what their use was, Ye Xiangyang in the Great Wilderness Mountain did not have such leisure and grace.
There were more than forty people tied up on the altar, they were immortal cultivators from twenty or thirty Three Heavens sects.
The law of the jungle is the law of the jungle, and there is no reason to explain it. If you are caught by others, it is because you have not learned enough skills, have not practiced enough, your realm is too low, and your energy is exhausted. You deserve to die.
Among the more than forty people, three of them are disciples of the Meiling Sect.
When seeing the sect uniforms of the Meiling Sect, Ye Xiangyang Zifeiran thought of Ju Yunxiu. She was the dual cultivation partner with whom he had spent the shortest time. Even though they were not yet dual cultivation partners, they had already established a reputation as such.
Since there are disciples of the Mei Ling Sect, and since their leader is his dual cultivation partner, he absolutely cannot ignore this matter that he has encountered.
I don't know what kind of gods the giants were worshiping. I just saw them dancing. A wizard-like man was in front, kneeling down to the altar, muttering something. Ye Xiang couldn't understand what he was saying.
According to our understanding, they are just offering sacrifices to the gods again, hoping that the gods can bless their race.
After muttering something, he stretched out his pitch-black hand like a chicken claw and pointed his finger at a disciple on the altar. Ye Xiangyang saw that there was no magic, Taoist magic, or magical power appearing. It was simply a force, pure power, that broke through a distance of hundreds of feet and acted on that disciple.
Bang, a disciple from a certain sect in the Third Heaven shattered into thousands of pieces, turning into layers of blood mist that filled the altar. The blood mist was lingering and was absorbed by a 500-foot-tall stone statue on the altar, along with the disciple's desperately struggling soul.
His soul struggled desperately, trying to escape outside: "No, no, I don't want to be annihilated, I still have a long way to go, I am a person with great luck in heaven and earth."
He tried desperately to escape from the stone statue on the altar, but unfortunately his strength was just a drop in the ocean compared to it. He wanted to escape, and his body moved towards the stone statue like a gust of wind.
He was the first one. If there was a first one, there would be a second one. Bang, bang, bang. The old man who looked like a wizard moved his fingers, and then the four immortal cultivators from the third heaven turned into blood mist and were absorbed by the stone statue. No trace was left, not even a bit of bone residue.
Circles of black light on the stone statue seemed to be spewing outwards. When all members of the tribe saw the movement of the stone statue, they crawled to the ground one by one. Their prostrating appearance showed their utmost piety.
"Anoba Yahe, Anoba Yahe. (The spirit of the sacrifice has appeared, please bless my race.)"
"Anoba press, Anoba press."
"Gulianoba Yahe, Gulianoba Yahe." (May the Lord of the Sacrificial Spirits bless our race for eternity.)
Their voices carried prayers from the heart, each one speaking from the heart.
Black light emanated from the stone statue on the altar, falling on every person in the tribe. It was circles of black, ripples of black, and the black ripples drew patterns on the bodies of the tribesmen.
Ye Xiangyang suddenly understood that this was a combination of great divine power and great brute force, and even had some of the legacy of the witch clan. It wasn't that they didn't have immortal arts or Taoist arts, but that they were so powerful that they didn't need to use immortal arts to defeat the immortal cultivators of the third heaven.
The death of five people made the remaining thirty or so people like frightened birds. The scene just now deeply shocked their hearts. They were brutally blocked by the great brute force technique, blocking their meridians and Dantian. Now they were completely controlled and had no power to fight back.
There is no logic in the Great Wilderness Mountain. The barbarians of this tribe rely on their height and brute strength. When they are captured, they know that they are in great danger.
Not to mention that no one discovered it, even if fellow disciples discovered it, who would dare to confront the natives of the tribe, especially several nine-star Immortal King masters, whose strength has surpassed that of the Immortal Emperor.
They are also the overlords in the Great Wilderness. Otherwise, they would not be able to live well in the Great Wilderness Mountain without being killed by the overwhelming fairy beasts. There are so many fairy beasts in the Great Wilderness Mountain, and there are many masters, but no fairy beast dares to peek at their cliffs. Their strength must be beyond imagination.
The people in the Three Heavens had different expressions. Some sighed and said, "My life is over, my life is over. I never thought that a genius like me would be reduced to becoming someone else's best product. It's really ridiculous."
"Hahaha, I was supposed to have a rare adventure in Tianya Great Wilderness Mountain, but who knew I would end up here. It's God's will, it's God's will."
Someone sneered and said, "The strong prey on the weak, this has been a truth since ancient times. We are not good at our craft, and we were caught. That is fate. We will die if we want to. Why should we be a mean person and complain?"
"That's right. Since we set foot on the path of immortal cultivation, we have been on a road of risking our lives. We have lost countless lives. Every immortal cultivator has come here by stepping on corpses. Whoever loses will be nothing but bones."
The performances of more than forty people were different, and each one expressed his or her own inner voice.
Ye Xiangyang nodded. There were indeed many heroes and geniuses among those who were arrested.
Well, I'll save them this time.
Thinking of this, Ye Xiangyang landed beside the altar. He found that there was an extremely magical force controlling the altar, and it was really difficult for him to enter it.
Ye Xiangyang was floating in the air, looking at the people of the tribe, and said with a smile: "Everyone, please forgive others when you can. For my sake, please forgive these disciples of the Third Heaven."
Ye Xiangyang used the Black Snake's Hiss to make his voice heard by all the giants present. He also used his Divine Sense, and the giants were able to understand his Divine Sense fluctuations.
The wizard who was leading the way in worshipping the spirits understood the fluctuations in his spiritual consciousness, looked up at the sky, and saw a boy with the cultivation level of an immortal king in front of him. His cultivation level was even lower than that of the people on the altar.
He couldn't help but sneer, revealing his dark teeth: "Hehehe, don't run away, become a sacrifice to our great god too."
"Haha, a little shrimp dares to come here and walk into the trap."
"Who do you think you are? We have to save your face. You can't escape from your face."
"Tagaerhan, take this guy down for me."
A man of about 200 feet actually responded with a cry, and the mountains and valleys echoed, the wind and clouds surged, and it was like a thunderclap from thousands of feet high: "Don't worry, Elder."
He stood up, and a strong wind whistled, like a mountain suddenly rising up. He looked at Ye Xiangyang, who was only the size of an ant, with contempt in his eyes.
Such a small creature dares to come to save people. It is really courting death.
When the more than 30 people on the altar saw Ye Xiangyang, their eyes sparkled. Some even thought they were saved. Ye Xiangyang had once joined forces with the people of the Three Heavens to resist the invaders from the Trapped Dragon Star in the secret realm. He did not participate at the time, but it was said that the battle was earth-shattering.
Today, at the most critical moment, Ye Xiangyang actually jumped out, making most of them feel warm in their hearts.
They understood that even if a peerless genius from their own sect came, they might not show up. The masters in the tribe were too powerful, and if they came alone, they would definitely die here if they were not careful.
No one wants to joke with his or her own life.