This is the first stop for traveling to the Southern Wilderness. It is the largest tribe in Weiwei Damang Forest, called Long Xin, and the hometown of the little fat Long Xin Gan Duo.

Going home.

But there was no joy on the little fat man's face.

He was sitting in the shaking truck without saying a word, sitting next to Jiang Xia, lowering his head, and not knowing what he was thinking.

Although Damang Forest is a primitive forest, it does not mean there is no road.

In fact, the roads in this forest are in good condition. Although they are just the most basic dirt road, they are well-decorated, very similar to the forest Avenue.

Every other section, there are forks to different places, and in some places there are signs made of dead trees, but they all have words written on them.

Like letters, others cannot recognize them.

"Is this road my tribe cultivated?"

In the car, Jiang Xia asked while giving a pistol a call:

"You have not had a large-scale business, so why do you still have to spend time building roads?"

"It's for sacrifice."

Long Xin Ganduo's condition is very similar to an autistic boy. His previous timidity has changed to a boring look, as if the closer he is to his hometown, he loses interest in everything.

Lao Jiang asked, and then he replied:

"We people in the Southern Wilderness have very different customs from your Eastern Land. On our side, the three sacrifices a year are the top priority. Whether it is a mortal or a wizard, they must participate.

These roads in the Damang Forest were built by various tribes together. They were built hundreds of years ago. They lead to different sacrificial platforms, and each tribe believes in different "gods".

That's why we have to build so many ways to facilitate the use of each tribe during sacrifices."

"god?"

Jiang Xia kept moving, and he asked with interest:

"Does it mean a weirdo? Last time I heard you say, you Long Xin believe in the great god Changshan?"

"Um."

Gan Duo still looked like he couldn't get up, and said boredly:

"Our side calls all the monsters who have achieved success in cultivation "gods". Most of the monsters believed in by small tribes are "etily". Compared with the realm of our human monks, they are monsters who are at the realm of the god cultivation.

A bigger tribe with its own territory will be stronger in the believer monsters. The monsters in the Dao Realm are called "Tianling".

Only the most powerful tribes in the Damang Forest are qualified to worship directly to the two bitter sea monsters, Changshan and Jingmo.

Among the monsters, these two are respectfully called "Immortals".

"It's interesting."

Jiang Xia chuckled and said:

"You worship the monsters and protect you. This is a bit like the relationship between the City God land in Dongtu and the mortals and people. Let me tell you in detail.

Just treat it as a relief."

“Not like.”

When Gan Duo heard what Lao Jiang said, he turned his head, thought about it, and explained to Jiang Xia seriously:

"The city god and land in Dongtu have developed into imitating our sacrificial monsters in the South Wilderness. The incense practice on your side has been officially accepted and recognized by the Immortal Alliance for more than four hundred years.

But it has been thousands of years since our tradition of sacrificing geniuses in the Southern Wilderness. It is said that when the first generation of tribes in the Southern Wilderness were born, geniuses protected their ancestors through their weakest time.

Let our ancestors not swallow the beasts in the mountains, nor fall into the ghosts.

Boss, I know that you are a little casual, but on the land of the Southern Wilderness, you must not randomly evaluate the monsters believed in by a certain tribe, even if they behave strangely and crazyly!

Once you speak rudely, you will be attacked by the entire tribe immediately.

You are a monk, you are not afraid of mortals.

But after ordinary people, there are monsters. If you hit them, monsters will also take revenge. The monsters are famous for unity in the bitter wood realm...

If you beat one, you will attract a bunch of people.”

Speaking of this, Gan Duo sighed and said helplessly:

“This happened when I was a kid.

A monk had a conflict with the locals and snatched the holy objects worshipped by the small tribe. Before he could escape from the Southern Wilderness, he was blocked by several great spirits in the realm of cultivating the gods.

All his life was lost.

And the Immortal Alliance has always ignored this kind of thing."

The little fat man pointed to the sky in obscurely and said nothing.

But Jiang Xia suddenly realized it.

The number of monsters is small, and most of them are self-inflicted in the southern wilderness area. They seem to be autistic, but in fact they have a deep foundation. Currently, there is only two powerful people on the other side of the Kumu Realm, one of the only two powerful men on the other side.

If a large-scale conflict really breaks out, the monster will win and not lose.

Jiang Xia learned these secrets and found them interesting. He continued to chat with the little fat man in a mess, and then continued to possess the guns at hand.

Suddenly, I felt a look coming, so I looked out of the carriage and saw a dark leopard in the forest next to me, squatting on the branches, shaking its tail, and looking at the convoy.

These local beasts are quite spiritual and are not afraid of humans at all.

Even if the trucks rumbling by, it did not disturb their lives. The black panther even looked at Jiang Xia specifically, with her faint green eyes, very beautiful.

But at this moment, Lao Jiang narrowed his eyes.

That's not a wild beast.

That's a monster.

The little genius turned into a leopard, probably because he was naturally curious, so he ran over to watch the fun.

"There are really many mountain spirits and water monsters here."

Lao Jiang complained, and he glanced at the beautiful black panther again, then withdrew his gaze and said to Gan Duo:

"Tell me about sacrifices. You people from the Southern Wilderness have three sacrifices a year?"

"Yes, the most important time is the "Heaven and Earth Festival" every Mid-Autumn Festival, all the magical sacrifices that were nurtured to the southern wilderness. That sacrifice was attended by all tribes together.

The leader and witches of each tribe are coming, and under the full moon, the thousand-year altar on the edge of the Great Swamp, will offer tribute to Asarin, under the full moon."

Gan Duo seemed to recall the "Heaven and Earth Festival" he had experienced. He raised some spirits, and his tone became a little cheerful, and said to the boss:

"That was the biggest festival in the entire Southern Wilderness. Every tribe, no matter how big or small, had to have a carnival for three days. One month before it was held, all attacks would be suspended among the tribes.

All because of the noble status of Asarin, sheltering the Southern Wilderness and even the entire world. It is said that every tree in the Southern Wilderness is the hair of Asarin.

Every star in the sky is the hair accessories of the aunt.

In the Southern Wilderness, the Great Empress’s Yu Order is the supreme will, and all this exists because of her.”

“Orthodox worship of nature.”

Jiang Xia said something, picked up the spirit gun in his hand and looked around, and then said:

"What about the other two sacrifices?"

"The other two are between the tribes."

Gan Duo explained:

"Every year at the Spring Equinox, each tribe sacrifices to the gods they worship, praying for a year of health. Most monsters will appear to bless you, but some of them have strange tempers and don't pay much attention to mortals.

For example...the great god of Jingmo.

The powerful man in charge of all the fires in the world has a personality as elusive as the fires. It does not require mortal sacrifices to maintain dignity and existence.

But when it comes to interest occasionally, it will also give a blessing of flames to the tribes that believe in it.

Therefore, the tribes that believed in the great masters of Jingmo were the most restless in the Great Mang forest. Their personalities were like flames, domineering and arrogant.

After every blessing from the great god Jingmo, war will ignite in the Great Mang Forest, which will be accompanied by the demise of many small tribes."

The little fat man sighed and said:

"Fortunately, our Long Xin family has always believed in the more kind and generous Changshan God since ancient times. He was the lord of Lingshan Mountain in the world and his personality is as honest and steady as a mountain range.

Never give a weird order.

But the great god Changshan..."

Gan Duo lowered his voice and said to the boss as if he was complaining:

"It is too 'stable'. Over the past hundred years, our Long Xin family's sacrifices have received a casual response, as if the great gods have spent their sleep every day.

Just as steady as the mountains in the South Wilderness, it is not as active as other monsters."

"You said, will they bless?"

Lao Jiang stopped his movements. He looked at the fat man and said:

"What kind of blessing method?"
To be continued...