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At this time, the village was filled with laughter and joy. Seeing the light coming through the cracks in the wall, it was already after dusk. Unexpectedly, time passed so quickly. The soul sacrifice beast banquet was about to begin, and the members of the Black Python tribe outside began to sing and dance.

Chen Xun was not in a hurry to walk out of the shack. The mysterious feeling brought by the practice came unexpectedly. He had to experience it carefully. After a long time, he walked out of the shack and walked towards the stone hall.

The top of the mountains in the distance was shrouded in the crimson twilight mist, and the sound of beasts roaring and birds came.

Bunches of bonfires were lit in the square, and the fires shone on the stone walls and figures floated.

The stone palace is extremely noble in the village, and is a place where the Wupython tribe discusses and worships the ancestors of the ancestors.

Chen Xun is not a member of the Wumang tribe. He has lived in the village for three years and has not had the chance to step into the stone hall yet.

In the center of the square in front of the stone hall is a huge altar made of huge stones. It is nearly ten meters high and is more than a hundred meters in circumference. It stands in the middle of the square, which is even more magnificent than the stone hall.

In front of the altar, the Black Python tribe members piled up a fire altar layer by layer with countless round pine trees, which was almost as high as the altar.

On both sides of the fire altar, two huge tall wooden stakes were erected, and a huge rope was pulled up in the middle, and a huge copper tripod that looked at a man was hanging above the fire altar.

The black python tribe lacks iron and bronze utensils, and even most of the strong men hold stone knives and wooden spears, and go out to fish and hunt with Manwu. Chen Xun did not expect that there was such a large bronze tripod hidden in the village.

The copper tripod has two ears hanging on the giant rope, and many birds and beasts that have never been seen in the python ridge and various barbarians are carved on the side walls, giving people an extremely heavy and graceful feeling, and it is also a mystery. I don’t know whether it is an antique passed down many years ago. It may be hidden in the stone hall of the ancestral temple in normal times. It only takes it out for use until the day of the great sacrifice.

Grandpa Zongtu said that the black python had an extremely glorious history. Just looking at this giant tripod, Chen Xun also believed that Grandpa Zongtu had absolutely no nonsense.

At this time, Zong Sang was instructing people to fill the mountain spring water with pottery jars and pour them into the copper tripod. At the same time, someone took out countless rare grasses collected in the village and threw them into the copper tripod.

Could it be that the soul sacrifice beast banquet is to cook the flesh and blood of the black Linjing and share it with everyone for food?

Beast feast, beast feast, beast meat feast.

It’s just that the cunning beast meat is cooked and distributed to everyone. Is it necessary to make it so grand?

Chen Xun thought in his heart, and Zong Ya didn't know which corner he came out, caught him and asked:

"Axun, where have you been hiding this day? If you don't show up, grandpa won't let me go and look for you?"

Zong Ya was too straightforward and could not hide things in his stomach when he was young. Grandpa Zong Ya specially ordered that he should not tell him about silk books or other matters; not to mention that there were eight or nine followers behind Zong Ya, so they could not hide secrets in their stomachs.

"That's right, where have you been hiding these days? Zong Ya said that you dragged the cunning beast back. Five or six of us could carry such a heavy cunning beast. How did you drag it back?" The young men following Zong Ya hadn't seen Chen Xun for several days, and now they all came over to ask.

After returning to the village, Chen Xun first lay in the shack to recuperate, and then got the silk book from Grandpa Zongtu to practice. He did not have any contact with the people in the village for three days.

He asked Zong Ya to hold him up now, just smiled and said, "My injury has not healed yet. I've been sleeping in bed all day. Grandpa probably is afraid that you will drag me around..."

Zong Ya looked at Chen Xun and saw that he was jumping around. Apart from the scars that would take some time to get rid of, he could no longer see that he was injured.

"Although you haven't practiced Manwu, your body is stronger than Zong Ling and the others. Zong Ling has found that feeling now when he practiced Manwu. The stone pier in front of the village can also be swung far away. The whole village is going to find you to wrestle the arm wrestle, and I want to win back the iron-wood bow that lost to you last time - I can't find your person."

Zong Ling is the son of Zong Sang and is a cousin with Zong Ya. However, there is no such statement in the Wumang tribe. They and Nanxi, son of Nan Liao, are among the three most outstanding young men of Wumang.

Nanxi was quite cold at this time, standing aside from a distance, holding his arms, and seemed to be disdainful of Zong Ya saying that Zong Ling had "finding that feeling" in practicing man-martial arts.

Chen Xun was surprised.

For the barbarian martial arts, it is crucial to be able to train the barbarian soul war martial arts to the meticulous state of combining body and mind in the early stage.

Only by practicing the combination of body and mind can one realize the barbarian soul. This is the most critical step.

Like Zong Ling, who was only twelve years old, found "that feeling", which means that he was half a step away from truly entering the threshold of barbarian soul cultivation, and his talent was no less than Zong Ya.

"How is it? Do you dare to compare?" Zong Ling was a little thinner and stared at Chen Xun, who was silent with his black eyes open, for fear that he would say "no".

Chen Xun smiled bitterly: "I went back to the mountain and accidentally dropped the ironwood bow off the cliff. Don't you know? Unless you want to win back the ironwood bow that was broken into two pieces, I won't find anything to bet on you!"

"You can bet on me with your teeth!" Zong Ling is young and can't hide his thoughts, and he exposes his thoughts in just one or two words.

"Growing teeth?" Chen Xun looked at Zong Ya in confusion, wondering what was going on.

Zong Ya mysteriously took out two long teeth from the skin of the beast, which were the two white and transparent fangs of the cunning beast, and said, "Everyone said that these two long teeth are what you deserve. Grandpa asked me to take them for you..." He said he wanted to give them, but he couldn't bear to hold the two fangs with his hand.

The cunning beast was in Tushan. I don’t know that Xiaoyao had been living happily for hundreds of years and was about to form a demon pill. He was struck by lightning and died, but all of his body was treasured.

These two fangs were knocked out with the sound of metal and stone, and rushed out of the deep mountains. I don’t know how many times they collided with the stones and woods in the deep ravine. There was no broken trace, tough and sharp, and it was not as good as peerless swords and weapons.

Mangyaling does not produce copper and iron, and good fine iron swords and spears are all coming from Canglan City two or three thousand miles away.

Even if the Black Python Division is a mid-level barbarian martial artist, no one can hold a spear of iron swords. Ordinary people use stone blades and wooden spears to participate in hunting.

Zong Ya had a bronze short sword in his hand, which made many barbarian teenagers in the village envy.

Now there are two more powerful and sharp cunning beasts with sharp iron sword spears. It's no wonder that they are looking for him to compete with each other in the village, and they are full of their hearts to win back the two cunning beasts with their teeth.

Seeing that Zong Ya was also reluctant to leave, Chen Xun pointed to the bronze sword on his waist and said, "Please take the bronze sword and exchange it for me for a tooth."

After hearing Chen Xun say this, Zong Ya suddenly became furious and hurriedly pulled the bronze short sword tied in the belt of the straw rope to Chen Xun, for fear that Chen Xun would repent the next moment: "For you, grandpa wants to ask, you must say that you took the initiative to change it with me."

Chen Xun inserted the bronze short sword around his waist and handed another cunning beast a tooth to Zong Ling:

"I went back to the mountain and walked farther, so I asked your iron wooden bow to defend myself. I wanted to use it and I gave it back to you, but I didn't want to fall off the cliff and break it into two pieces. I am now fighting with my arm wrestling, and I can't compare to you. I will pay you this tooth..."

"Really?" Zong Ling was surprised and happy, looking at Chen Xun with less certainty.

He thought to himself that Tiemugong was the one who lost to Chen Xun, and a man should win this tooth with his own ability, but he was not sure of defeating Chen Xun...

Seeing Zong Ling's face full of entanglement, Chen Xun laughed and turned around and ignored him.

Wu Gongzong was respectful and strongly discussed taking Chen Xun in, but other tribesmen did not fully accept him, a boy from a foreign race.

The Wumang tribe members were very secretive about the past and were unwilling to mention it more, but Chen Xun could still feel that the Wumang tribe members had a deep hostility towards the foreign race.

However, under Zong Ya and Zong Ling's leadership, the young man in the village was not separated from Chen Xun.

Whether it was thinking about the favor of the black python taking him in, or establishing a good relationship with the rising stars of the black python like Zong Ya and Zong Ling, Chen Xun would not be reluctant to give up a cunning beast fang, and he was not really a little shit.

Seeing that Chen Xun gave him the teeth so easily, Zong Ling was naturally happy and generously untied the animal skin tied around his waist, spreading out the "sexy treasures" he collected. Chen Xun looked at: "If you have anything you are satisfied with, take it away, I will replace your teeth."

"So long-winded, it seems like I am a stingy person." Chen Xun said dissatisfied.

Zong Ya also mocked Zong Ling: "You are just a bag of rags. If you really want to change it, can Ah Xun exchange your teeth for you?"

Zong Ling scratched his head embarrassedly, and felt more close to Chen Xun.

At this moment, Nan Liao led his men out of the stone hall carrying a huge skeleton, and immediately attracted the minds of the young people.

The snow-white snake-shaped bones were plated into a ball, like a huge stone mill. Two mid-level mana warriors carried them with wooden bars, and they all looked quite difficult.

"Ah, grandpa wants to train this black python bones and cunning beasts to refine the beast banquet!" Zong Ya was also surprised and watched the clan members lift the black python bones onto the earth platform and throw them into the bronze tripod.

The Black Python tribe uses pythons as the totem, but in fact there is a snake valley a hundred miles west of the stone village. The black snake and black python are the king of snakes, and they are extremely poisonous.

The most important medicine for refining black python elixir is the black python saliva taken from Snake Valley.

Chen Xun had seen a black python that was eleven or two meters long in the Snake Valley, but if this snake skeleton was unfolded, it would be 20 or 30 meters long. He thought to himself, how many years had this black python grown before his death?
Chapter completed!