The Great Talisman

　　 Ten years and an inch long, one can imagine how precious and rare this tree is. Fortunately, it is a primitive society now, otherwise it would have been cut down long ago.

　　 Yang Sanyang's eyes were filled with a glimmer of light, and he was not in a hurry to find the main materials for making bows and arrows. The key was to hunt a beast such as a bear or a tiger and use its whole body essence to make a scorpion.

　　The key is that there is no container to store the fat, which is a very troublesome thing.

　　 So everything is in a hurry, and I have to prepare slowly, one by one.

　　 Before Yang Sanyang was ready to make various necessities for bows and arrows, it was already the day to worship the **** of fire.

　　In this world where primitive people depend on the **** of fire for blessing, offering sacrifices to the gods is particularly grand and important, and there must be no mistakes, otherwise once they are disgusted by the **** of fire, it will be a disaster for the entire tribe.

　　 On the day of sacrifice, the better the items offered, the greater the return of Vulcan.

　　 The whole tribe is busy with sacrifices. Yang Sanyang stood under the sky outside, staring at the black particles in the sun and stars, feeling the cooling breeze in the air, and his eyes showed a dignified look.

"Almost, the Cold Cretaceous period is coming!" Yang Sanyang's eyes flowed uncertainly, then looked at the sacred fire enshrined in the tribe, and his eyes suddenly stagnated. It's different.

　　 Even the silk mesh spreading in the air is changing slightly, and there seems to be a small bird sleeping in the hazy flames, and the unparalleled power spread to the surroundings, covering the entire tribe.

　　 Bird?

　　 Is Vulcan a bird?

　　 Vulcan is definitely not a bird!

　　 Everyone in the tribe has seen the God of Fire. It is an indescribable feeling. It is difficult to make people speak. His face is like a flame. When did it become a bird?

"Or is it because the **** of fire has evolved?" Yang Sanyang muttered in his heart, and saw a fiery red thread in the void derived from the bird and connected to the sky net. With the bird's breath, the fiery red silk thread around a hundred miles around Constantly shaking, exuding waves of waves.

　　 This is the power of God!

　　The fluctuation of the law is the power of God!

　　 This is the instinct of the gods, just like human breathing, it is an instinct.

　　 It takes a period of time to worship the **** of fire, and you need to prepare fresh ingredients and a variety of rich items. Many things in human life depend on offering sacrifices to the **** of fire, so as to be bestowed by the **** of fire. The richer the materials prepared, the more rewards from the **** of fire.

　　 "The wilderness is endless, and I don't know if there are other primitive people around!" The light in Yang Sanyang's eyes flowed, and all the sharpness was reduced.

　　 There is also a group of laws in his body. Theoretically, if he can touch the power of the laws between heaven and earth, he can also exude divine power.

　　 It's just that he is by no means a fool, how can the power of heaven and earth be something mortal bodies can bear?

　　 A steady stream of various materials were brought back from the great famine. Since the ropes and traps, mankind has no shortage of materials and meat.

　　 There is a golden pheasant that exudes colorful light. Its meat is delicious and extremely difficult to catch. There is also mulberry, which is a kind of brasenia cepacia, also known as mulberry. It is an aquatic herb with oval leaves that float on the water surface. It blooms in summer and the young leaves are edible. Fan is a kind of apple grass that grows by the water and can be eaten to satisfy hunger.

　　 There are also various edible plants such as Aoimoto, Pods, Sheath, etc.

　　 In the past, hunting alone meant that primitive people could not get enough to eat, and various vegetation was also a thing for primitive people. Of course, the names of these plants were just named by Yang Sanyang. No one in this world cares about those weeds, so how can we name them?

　　 Yang Sanyang has been looking for cereal plants that can be eaten by people for a long time, but unfortunately he hasn't found it for a long time, and... he hasn't made ceramics, no pots, and even if he finds cereal plants, he cannot eat it.

　　 As for the only thick stone pot in the tribe, is it not a stone pot at all? It was just a naturally formed pit, which was dug down by the God of Vulcan and gave Human Race water to drink.

　　 "Humanity is prosperous, and there is a long way to go!" Yang Sanyang shook his head, looking at the pile of materials, all kinds of beasts were tied together by ropes and placed randomly in front of the open-air steps not far from the cave.

Yang Sanyang got up to take a bath, carefully scrubbing his fur, various thoughts flowed in his heart: "If Vulcan can watch me during the sacrifice, can I take the opportunity to seek the law of longevity? Or, will Vulcan be angry? I don't know how high the sky is?"

　　 When offering sacrifices every year, Vulcan's will will inevitably come. That is the only opportunity for everyone to come into contact with Vulcan.

　　 Yang Sanyang tapped the rope around his waist lightly with his fingers, his eyes looked far away. Then, thinking in his heart, the sleepy fairy rope turned into a rope loop, hiding under the fur of the wrist.

　　 Sleepy Immortal Rope is his body protection treasure. Although he has never used it, he never doubts the power of the Sleepy Immortal Rope. This is a treasure blessed by heaven and earth. He didn't know whether the existence of Vulcan would be tempted.

　　 But the vision didn't alarm Vulcan at the beginning. Wouldn't it be tempting to come to Vulcan?

　　 But this is my most precious thing, I must hide it.

　　 There is also the jade bead. Yang Sanyang stroked the jade bead on his chest. This is definitely an incredible treasure. I am afraid that the gods will also be moved. After thinking about it, he still took off the jade bead on his chest, but saw that the pearl was shining brightly, it seemed that there was a full moon floating in it, and the coolness was submerged in his body, so he was very comfortable.

　　 "Where is this bead hidden?" Yang Sanyang stroked the bead with the tender tentacle, thinking about it, and his heart moved and hid the bead under his armpit.

　　 Yes, it is indeed hidden under the armpit.

　　 His hair is as tough as a wire, woven enough to hide a bead. When that happens, as long as he stands on one side honestly, Vulcan will not notice the abnormality.

　　 Through Skynet, he could perceive that this bead does not connect to Skynet, and all the qi is hidden. As long as the other party does not see the beads, there should be no major problems.

As for the other fish monster’s inner alchemy, Yang Sanyang swaggered around his neck. If Vulcan could really show his sacredness, he would be surprised if he noticed the aura in his body, so he would have admired himself. Perhaps he might be favored by Vulcan .

　　 All the arrangements are set up, but the cool sensation from the bead under the armpit makes it feel refreshing and unspeakable.

　　 After washing his hair, Yang Sanyang walked directly out of the pool. He hadn't worn Xiong Wei and walked out of the cave naked like this.

　　 The hair on primitive people is long enough to conceal gender and wherever there may be dew spots.

　　 Yang Sanyang finished washing, a group of primitive people happily jumped into the pool, playing and playing in the pool, cleaning their bodies.

　　 There was a flash of electricity in Yang Sanyang's eyes, and there was a vague gathering of wind and clouds all over his body, and he couldn't stop that dragon ball vision outside.

　　 There was a strong man guarding the prey outside the door, and an old ape man came to Yang Sanyang in vigor and respected Yang Sanyang.

　　 The old ape-man’s hair is golden yellow, and he holds a strangely shaped crutch in his hand. The crutch is engraved with mysterious lines. Inside the crutch, there seems to be a flowing lava flowing out through the crystal clear crutch body.

　　 is like a flowing flame, exuding mysterious waves.

　　 The old apeman handed the scepter in his hand to Yang Sanyang. In its view, Yang Sanyang was the son of god, and it was more suitable for him to preside over the sacrifice.

　　 Yang Sanyang hurriedly rejected him, his family knew his family affairs, his flame origin was created by himself, and he was definitely not the son of God chosen by Vulcan.

　　 Moreover, the Vulcan sacrifice process is cumbersome and there can be no mistakes. He doesn't want to do sacrifices.

　　 repeatedly rejected, the old ape man had to walk away disappointedly, and commanded the crowd to lead the prey and food to the altar not far away.

"I only hope that this sacrifice will continue smoothly. Although I don't know why the power of the Vulcan tribe has changed, it is true that there are still gods protecting the entire tribe. As for whether it is Vulcan, it is hard to say..." Yang Sanyang touched I touched Ye’s head, a thread flickered in his eyes, and he sat there slowly, waiting for the setting sun~www.wuxiahere.com~ The old priest stood not far away, holding paint in his hand, and painted ghosts on his forehead and body. It has transformed into a pattern. Although this world does not have pigments for later generations, there are natural raw materials, and some plant juices can be directly used as pigments, but the color is relatively simple.

　　 Yang Sanyang didn't say much, a pot of bonfires were constantly being set up by the tribe in front of the altar. There were 30 huge bonfires, surrounding the entire altar in the center.

　　 The night became deeper and deeper, and the entire tribe became more and more lively. Piles of bonfires were lit, and the flames illuminated a radius of more than ten miles.

　　 The huge bonfire was raging, as if a pile of firewood was lit.

　　 Numerous primitive people who had finished bathing came to stand respectfully in front of the altar. Yang Sanyang and the female leader stood in the front row, followed by the women in the tribe, and then the men and children.

　　 Although the entire tribe is primitive, its class structure is distinct.

　　The old sacrificial priest held a scepter and slowly stepped up to the altar, looking at the blazing campfire below, the tribesmen kneeling on the ground, the wrinkled old face was full of fanaticism.

　　 "Roar~" With a roar, countless prey were carried out amidst the screams, and then saw the tribal warrior lift the knife and fall, the stone grass pierced out of his hand, and the blood spurted continuously, wet the ground.

　　 The blood rushed into the sky in an instant, and it continued to fill the wind.

The old priest waved his hand to signal the slaughtered warrior to retreat, then turned around, bowed down to the solidified flame, held up the scepter in both hands, and exuded an ancient sangcang syllable, which instantly caused a mysterious resonance of heaven and earth. , The scepter trembles with the flame.

　　 "Om~"

　　 A ray of mystic energy is born from the heavens and the earth, and the strong divine power is constantly resurrecting, pressing the foreheads of the primitive people to the ground, as if they are carrying a mountain, and their eyes are full of fear.