A knife kills the head.

Blood gushes out.

Green mist, thorns, tree gods, altars... outline a mythical version of the picture.

"I am the underworld god of the banyan tree under the throne of Youdu Pavilion!"

As soon as these words came out, more than a thousand people in the tribe knelt down and lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the gods.

Tang Ping flew up to the altar and suspended in mid-air.

Looking at the grilled fish on the altar, I can't help but sigh.

"This tribe is quite poor."

Wow!

The strong wind blew, tearing apart the sacrifices, fish, fruits, wine, and moxa smoke flying out of the mouth.

Tang Ping closed his eyes and thought for a moment.

After all, the ceremony is still a bit crude and not as effective as expected. It is probably because there are no three animals, and the effect is equivalent to a pair of jade medicine.

After enjoying the sacrifice, Tang Ping stretched out his finger, and the green wood air circled around. Everyone felt cool all over their bodies, and green buds grew in the wheat field not far away.

Everyone praised the miracle and kowtowed repeatedly.

After enjoying the sacrifices, Tang Ping invited Zhang Qi to go to the big house for a chat.

The great witch is frantically recording today's miracles outside. After returning home, he will definitely concentrate on his creation. A brand new ode to the wood god for killing the bear demon will be published soon.

"The Lord God asked me to tell you, don't be impatient, be patient and patient, you will rise one day. My God will give you a method of making salt."

Tang Ping dictated, and Zhang Qi wrote down every word.

Salt is the most important material in ancient times. As a person who studied history in Tang Ping's previous life, it is impossible that he did not understand the ancient method of making salt.

With salt, you can start trade and exchange more supplies.

"Thank you, Wood God!"

Zhang Qi just finished speaking.

Wow!

The wooden door opened, and Tang Ping took off into the sky and disappeared in the green mist.

The majesty has been established, and the tribe regards itself as a god.

Don’t ask for anything more. This is killing the goose that lays the goose and letting them develop first.

"Lonely!"

The great witch shouted loudly, and the tribesmen stepped forward to grab the remaining items on the altar.

If you are silent, the gods will disappear; if you are silent, the sacrifice will come to an end.

The black bear on the side was also skinned and its meat divided.

"Teacher, look!"

Zhang Qi walked out, and an eight-year-old boy with disheveled hair and no tattoos held a black bear that was almost half his height on his head and asked for credit.

This kind of divine power is really rare.

This is Zhang Qi's student, and among the savage tribe, it is said that he is the only one who has awakened the Zhu Rong bloodline, and is regarded as the successor of the next generation of the tribe.

"The gods descended on bears, which is a sign of great prosperity for our tribe named Mi!"

"Woo!!"

Everyone cheers!

After that, the tribe regarded the thorns dropped by the gods as sacred objects, and the tribe took the bear as their surname.

National affairs are about sacrifice and military service.

After this sacrifice, the scattered savage tribes were completely integrated, and the thousand-member tribe led by Zhang Qi suddenly became the Zhurong orthodoxy in the Danshui area.

The Xiong clan was officially formed in Danshui Yang.
Chapter completed!