Jiuli City is very lively.

As the Jiuli tribe's ancestor worship ceremony and the young tribe's wedding approached, major tribes sent people to come one after another.

Of course, all the tribes qualified to come here to attend the ceremony are powerful forces with profound backgrounds, including the Lieyan Tribe, the Huorong Tribe and the Tianshui Tribe. Even the Ancestral Temple sent a bald boy named "Tianheng".

...

Three days later, gongs and drums were loud.

The Jiuli tribe celebrates together.

At this time, the tribal square was already crowded, with hundreds of thousands of tribes gathering here, inside and outside, almost unable to move their toes.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

The drumbeat sounded, and the flowers were flying all over the sky.

The boiling square gradually became quiet, and important figures from major tribes appeared one after another, placed on the viewing platform on the right side of the square in the center of the square, representing the identity of a noble guest.

The first person to take the seat was the bald boy Tianheng. Although he looked not old, he represented the face of the Ancestral Temple and was the first of the guests. No one dared to dissatisfie.

The second is Liewu, the young tribe of the Lieyan tribe, Rongyan, the old tribe of the Huorong tribe, and the saint of the Tianshui tribe, Jing Shuiyue.

Finally, important figures from other tribes were arranged in the back seat of the second seat.

After all the guests were arranged, important figures from the Jiuli Tribe began to enter the venue, sitting on the right side of the center of the square.

The person in charge was Li Zhuan, the old leader of the Jiuli tribe. He had white hair and a hunched back. He looked like he was about to get old, and his whole body was full of life.

Standing next to Li Zhuan was the witch doctor priest from the Jiuli tribe, wearing a mask and a three-color coat. It was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman or an old or a young man.

"Class leader, everything is ready."

Li Tian walked forward and bowed respectfully. Li Sha and the sons of Jiuli and several clan elders took their seats.

A ceremony for worshiping ancestors, worshiping ancestors, not afraid of suffering, and not forgetting the past.

According to legend, the Jiuli tribe was established in ancient times and was formed by nine brother tribes. It is not only rich in population, but also powerful in power, making it one of the most powerful forces on the ancient land.

However, after repeated changes in the world and countless catastrophes, the Jiuli tribe has long since collapsed, and the current Jiuli tribe is just a branch of the ancient times.

Even so, many traditional customs of the Jiuli tribe have been preserved, especially before major events, we must worship our ancestors to inform our ancestors of the spirit of heaven and ask our ancestors to protect their ethnic groups.

As the young clan leader, Li Tian's every move involves the rise and fall of the tribe, especially the matter of making connections.

Since the old patriarch Li Zhuan is old, many things about the Jiuli tribe are left to Li Tian to deal with. It is no exaggeration to say that as long as you become Li Tian’s wife, you will be the mother of the Jiuli tribe in the future, so this is a top-notch event for the Jiuli tribe.

"Be ready, then start, everyone has been waiting for a long time."

The old patriarch and the priest retreated and took the initiative to give up their position to Li Tian.

Li Sha was in the lower head, and his eyes were unstable.

Zhuo Yunxian and Xiao Yiran were also observing silently among the crowd, feeling a little solemn.

However, when Zhuo Yunxian looked at the seat of the Jiuli tribe, his eyes were on a man in a black robe wearing a mask.

The man in black robe sat next to Li Sha, which was a very important position, which showed that the other party's identity was not low.

However, in Zhuo Yunxian's information, no information that matched this person was found, which made Zhuo Yunxian feel a little more alert.

Moreover, Zhuo Yunxian also found that there was a trace of evil aura in the crowded crowd, and it was obvious that evil forces were mixed into it.

"What's wrong, Zhuo Yunxian? Is there anything wrong?"

Xiao Yiran also noticed something and saw Zhuo Yunxian's expressions being different, so he quietly asked.

Zhuo Yunxian looked at the man in black and said, "I think the man in black and robe is a bit strange. The Jiuli tribe probably doesn't have a man like him, but he is sitting on the seat of the Jiuli tribe."

"Um!?"

Xiao Yiran quickly looked at the location where the man in black robe was and looked at it carefully for a moment.

Although the man in black robe was wearing a mask and covering his body, Xiao Yiran always felt that the other party felt a little familiar, and he should be the person he had met.

It seemed that he noticed someone was secretly peeking at him. The man in black robe turned his head to look at Zhuo Yunxian and Xiao Yiran. Unfortunately, there were too many people and he didn't see any clues.

What agile self-consciousness!

Zhuo Yunxian and Xiao Yiran quickly avoided their gazes and felt alert.

...

Immediately afterwards, Li Tian, ​​on behalf of the Jiuli tribe, presided over the ancestor worship.

The whole process is extremely tedious, boring but sacred. Every Jiuli tribe's face is full of devout faith, especially the dance of ancestor worship, which exudes a desolate and quaint atmosphere.

Zhuo Yunxian saw such a dance for the first time, and his mind was a little erratic. He seemed to see ancient pictures... At the beginning of the tribe, life was difficult, and for survival, he fought cruelly, fought against nature, and fought against the world.

This is the will to survive, this is the desire to live.

Each dance is a story that encourages future generations, inherit the past and opens up the future, and revitalizes the tribe.

For a moment, Zhuo Yunxian became a little crazy.

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Outside the tribe, above the hills.

Three figures stood side by side, looking into the direction of Jiuli City. They were the Rain Master, the Blood King and Zhongsun Protective Dharma.

"Blood King, how are you prepared?"

Hearing Zhongsun’s Protector’s Inquiry, the Blood King said aloud: “The people have been arranged. As long as I have a thought, those blood slaves will self-destruct. At that time, the demon poison will invade, and the entire Jiuli tribe will be in chaos!”

Master Yu smiled and said lightly: "Don't worry, there is a good show to come on, let's wait."

The Blood King frowned and said, "You guys tell me, will Zhuo Yunxian take action? After all, it is in the Jiuli tribe. Once it is exposed, I'm afraid he won't leave."

Master Yu disagreed and said, "You may not understand Zhuo Yunxian yet. This person is definitely a person who values ​​love and friendship. Now that his only sister suffers here, how can he ignore it?"

"Okay, okay! That's good!"

The Blood King smiled grimly and said viciously: "If Zhuo Yunxian appears, I will personally take action to tear him into pieces... No, I want him to become my blood slave, and I will never be reborn forever!"

Since being injured by Zhuo Yunxian, the Blood King is still worried. If he cannot avenge his own revenge, how can he feel happy!

"Blood King, you can do it if you want to deal with Zhuo Yunxian, but you have to get things done before you get them done."

Master Rain reminded him, as a warning, so as not to cause trouble in the blood king's sect.

The Protector Zhongsun shrugged undeniably, but he did not object. As long as the sect leader’s major affairs were not ruined, it would not matter how the Blood King did.

Although Zhuo Yunxian has extraordinary potential, they have not taken it seriously yet.
Chapter completed!