Time flickered, half a month passed, and in a blink of an eye, among the five black gods, the day of worshipping the ancestor slowly arrived.
The five tribes worshipping ancestors is a very grand event for the five tribes of Wushen, because this so-called ancestor worship is not only a nominal ceremony, but also a ranking among the five tribes in terms of strength.
And the main reason for the ancestor worship is the totem inheritance in the Wu Sacred Land. This inheritance is not an illusory thing, but a pool of good fortune!
This pool is a water pool. Every few years, there will be a kind of clear water in it. This water is very strange. No matter which tribe of the Wushen is, just step into the pool and meditate in it. , You can make your own totem power greatly increase.
This water has no action, and it can be transformed into any attribute of the five elements according to the entry of different people. Even in the history of the five parts of the Wushen, many people, in this good fortune pool, follow the totem Strength rises, cultivation base breakthrough.
This pool of good fortune is the five tribes of the Wushen, the most important thing, and the reason why the outsider Keqing is willing to choose these five tribes.
But... The water in the good fortune pool is not unlimited. Every time you worship the ancestors, you don’t have a lot of water in it. Obviously the first tribe to step into it will get the most benefits, and vice versa. It is not particularly obvious.
Therefore, the so-called ratio of ancestor worship is actually to arrange the order of ancestor worship among the five major tribes that can be recognized, and to snatch the opportunity in the pool of good fortune.
"My Wuda tribe has been the last one to step into it for more than three hundred years... But the Uda Army has been the first in the past three hundred years..." On the square of the mountain peak of the Uda Tribe, the clan father slowly Speaking, the voice echoed.
In the square, Meng Hao has been invited, and the seventh-order Silong Mozi and his heir Mofang are all here, and there is also the sky priest of the Wuda tribe, the great elder.
Only the earth priest has been in retreat since his last return, and he has not appeared at this moment.
In addition to them, there are also several Ximo monks who are clearly dressed and not from the Wuda tribe. Each of these people has a good cultivation base, and there are waves of evil spirits on them. Like Meng Hao, they are all guest officials, but they are not divisions. Dragon, but totem repair.
There are also dozens of people in the Uda tribe. Among them, Wuchen, Wuling, and Uali are all in it. They all look nervous and look forward to it.
Among them, Wu Ling looked at Meng Hao from time to time. Meng Hao's expression was as usual, and if he didn't see it, he stood there with his eyes closed and said nothing.
"This time the ratio of ancestor worship is about to begin again. Because of the ancestors' rules, the five tribes have long established regulations.
Therefore, the ancestor worship competitions of the past generations have been carried out among the guest officials of various tribes, and you will also be qualified to step into the pool of good fortune after our tribesmen.
Everything, you have to work. "The clan father of the Uda tribe, his gaze swept across Meng Hao and other guests, and he bowed his fists deeply.
Beside him, the Sky Sacrifice and the Great Elder also clasped their fists with a solemn expression.
The tribesmen of the Uda tribe around them also bowed with respect.
"Don't worry, my father is here, compared with Slong, I dare not say that the five is the first, but it will never be the last." Mozi did not speak, it was his son Mo Fang who was speaking. In the words, Mo Fang Also glanced at Meng Hao coldly.
As for the master Mozi, he smiled indifferently.
"Mo Mou did his best." Mo Zi slowly said, his voice was a little hoarse, but the confidence contained in it was extremely obvious.
Meng Hao opened his eyes with the same expression as usual. He directly ignored the provocation of Mo Fang. He glanced at the surrounding Keqing, and took a few more glances at one of them. This is a middle-aged man, his appearance is not good, and his cultivation level is also admirable. It's just a pill formation, but this person gives Meng Hao the feeling that the whole body is surrounded by mist, which is not clear.
When Meng Hao looked at this person, the middle-aged man also glanced at Meng Hao. After the two people’s eyes touched invisibly in mid-air, they seemed to be casual, and soon dispersed from each other, but Meng Hao’s eyes shrank slightly. .
"This person has the aura of a strange monster, this aura is very weak, but it is not the person's totem exuding, but like... this person has it!" Meng Hao thoughtfully.
At this moment, suddenly, bursts of humming sound, like a horn blowing, suddenly whirled from the black sacred ground in the distant mountain range, spreading all around, as the sound appeared, ripples, instantaneous The time spreads across the sky, and wherever it passes, if there is a violent wind sweeping, the color of the sky changes and the earth seems to vibrate.
Suddenly, all the surrounding areas were surrounded by this ripple, as if it were sealed inside. Then, a golden light shot up from the black sacred ground in an instant, spreading into the sky, exuding waves of mighty coercion.
"Let's go!" The Wuda clan father took a deep breath and watched the golden light charge up, his expression showing persistence, his big sleeve flicked, his body suddenly flew up and turned into a Changhong to go straight to the place where the golden light was.
Other people also flew up, many of them, with totem light shining all over the body, as for the seventh-order Silong Mozi, the sleeves were flicked, and the double-headed flood dragon turned out of nothingness, looking up to the sky. While roaring, Mo Zi was already standing on top of it, and Mo Fang approached.
The double-headed dragons are extremely powerful. As soon as they appeared, they immediately aroused the exclamation and shock of the people around them, and many people immediately looked at Meng Hao, wanting to see what Meng Hao's mount was.
Meng Hao's expression remained as usual. A white light flew out of a cyan pocket on his body, and it turned into a big hair. Although his body was thin and weak, it was several meters large, making Meng Hao sit on it. Behind him, Yang Tian roared.
The sound was earth-shattering, spreading all over the surrounding area, and when the people of the Wuda tribe were shocked, even the double-headed flood dragons stepped back a bit.
Mozi snorted coldly, and slapped the dragon, turning his body into a Changhong and whizzing away.
Meng Hao sat on Da Mao and looked at the golden light in the distance. He was not very interested in this black sacred place, but since it's here, there is no reason not to explore it.
As they moved forward, dozens of people from the Uda Tribe rushed out of the mountain. In mid-air, Meng Hao saw that in other directions around, from the area where the other four tribes were located, there were monks from their respective tribes, at the same time. Fly out.
In the sky, hundreds of people from the five major tribes headed straight for the golden light in the center from five different directions, and they approached quickly without being slow.
Meng Hao saw the Gula on the savage giant, Gula looked proud, and the surrounding Wubing tribes also looked high.
There are several dragons from other tribes. Among them, there are several dragons in the Wudou department. The most obvious one is an old woman. This old woman has some dark green spots on her face and wears a long robe. Although she looks ugly, she has a one-eyed one under her. Giant beasts, like great apes, have a very obvious meaning of fierceness.
There are also Silong from the Black Flame Department. There are three people. One of them is wearing a white robe and is an old man. This old man is immortal and good-looking. The strange demon under him is a big white crane, very beautiful, in mid-air. Howling past, as if coming from the fairy world.
Finally, there is the Wuan Department. There are two dragons in this department. One of them wears a hat and can’t see his appearance. He is dressed in a suit. The clothes are different from those of others, like a fisherman. Under his feet, there is a full number of A gigantic earthworm measuring ten feet long, stained with some shocking mucus, a peculiar smell dissipated as the earthworm roared.
"Among these dragons, there should be no four Yan Song. If you want to come to the four of them, they should be among the Totem Keqing of the various ministries." When Meng Hao was observing the crowd, he and Mo Zi were also caught by the monks of other tribes. observe.
"Master Meng, don't let the old man down in this ratio of worshipping the ancestors." Seeing approaching, the seventh-order Silong Mozi next to Meng Hao spoke in a cold voice, and after the words, his body shook, and the dragon rushed out and ran straight. Golden light.
Meng Hao frowned slightly and sighed inwardly. Since coming to West Desert, he has rarely taken the initiative to provoke others, but as his strength revealed a little bit, he naturally became a thorn in the eyes of others. The disputes caused by the incident were not Meng Hao's wish.
"This matter should also be stopped." Meng Hao's eyes showed a hint of cruelty. With his cultivation level to his level, he has a very good understanding of the weak and strong in the cultivation world. When it is time to make a decisive decision, Meng Hao will not be soft.
As it approached, everyone in the surroundings saw that in the golden light, there was a floating golden high platform, which was like a venue, surrounded by golden light.
Not long after, the clansmen of the five major tribes appeared one after another, floating in the five directions around the golden light. Obviously there would not be too many words between the clansmen of several tribes and the priests. They just looked at each other coldly. There was no courtesy on the surface, and he immediately decided to play.
"There are only two battles in this battle. They are all melee. One is totem repair and the other is dragon battle!" The clan father of the Uda tribe turned his head, looked at his Ke Qing, and said in a deep voice.
"In every melee, a tribe produces three people, and both battles are won. Naturally, the first is the first. As for the second, it is the Keqing who fought in each tribe. How many people are still deciding.
In these two battles, life and death have appeared in all dynasties. You are our guest officials. If you lose... You can give up during the battle. Although our victory and defeat are great, you are willing to help each other, and the friendship is even more serious.
The first battle is totem repair! "The Wuda tribe's father said, and immediately among the surrounding guests, three people whistled out, clasped their fists towards the tribe's father, and went straight to the golden light.
One of these three people was the shameless middle-aged man who had been different by Meng Hao before. Meng Hao watched this man rush into the golden light. After his eyes flashed slightly, the immortal spirit in his body was running, suddenly The right eye blinked seven or eight times in a row, and he took a look.
At this glance, Meng Hao's eyes shrank sharply.
In his eyes, he suddenly saw that the middle-aged man was not a West Desert monk at all. On his body, there was a cloud of mist. The mist was like a cloud. Inside... he was chased by a parrot that month ago. Celestial Beast!
What surprised Meng Hao even more was that he saw the changes in the skin on this Heavenly Fang beast, and even under this fairy eye, he even saw the breath of a parrot.