The ancestor worship ceremony officially begins.

Although the lifestyle of the barbarians is a bit primitive, the red tape of ancestor worship is completely unfamiliar to the human race, which is annoying and tight.

Lu Qingshan watched the ancestor worship ceremony for a while, but the strange feeling in his heart came out again.

His eyes once again fell on the statue with only the tip of the iceberg exposed, and the inexplicably familiar aura seemed to linger, making him doubtful again.

Just when Lu Qingshan's mind was wandering, the sound of the war drums stopped.

The Great Dream Witch stood on the ancestor worship platform, overlooking the numerous clan barbarians by the lake, like a lion king on the grassland counting his ministers.

After a while.

The Great Dream Witch waved his hand, and the disciple standing behind him quickly stepped forward, holding a blessing in his hand, and read aloud:

"To the spirits of the barbarian ancestors:

But the ancestors of the barbarian tribes... carry the fortune of the Yan Dynasty, and the four lands are safe... Fuwei's divine mirror, I still enjoy it!"

Then, the Great Dream Witch burned the Zhu Wen himself.

The drumming begins again.

DONG DONG DONG!!!

The sound of the war drums became heavier and heavier each time. After nine sounds, the people from the major clans who were watching the ceremony immediately followed the sound of the war drums and softly recited some strange but strange syllables.

Lu Qingshan was mixed in among them, so he could only imitate the Nanguo scholar and play the Yu for a while.

After another long while, the chanting ended.

At this time, the ancestor worship was only halfway through, but there was nothing to do with them after that.

Because, the next part is the ancestor worship competition, in which a young and strong boy from each clan will compete in the ring.

The duel arena is the nearly 100 gray stone high platforms located by the lake.

There are more than a thousand clans coming to participate in this ancestor worship ceremony, which means that there will be more than a thousand young monks taking the stage to show off.

Even if there are nearly a hundred people in this arena, with so many monks, it will take ten days to determine the final twenty-five places.

This is exactly what Lu Qingshan wants - observing and worshiping spirits also takes time.

Amid the expectant gazes, groups of young monks stepped onto the stage one after another. This scene was comparable to the Seven Realms Discussion that Lu Qingshan participated in a year ago.

However, due to the fact that the barbarians are all physically trained, the duel methods are very uniform, and the viewing experience is extremely insufficient - just two barbarians fighting madly in the ring, punching to the flesh, until whichever side can't hold on first, it is considered a fight.

Decide the winner.

That is, it is simple, takes a long time, and in the previous life, it was the so-called bladder problem.

In the ancestor worship competition, there will be more than a thousand bladder games like this.

"These barbarians..." Even though Lu Qingshan had no prejudice against physical training, he couldn't help but ponder in his heart after taking a second look at the fight in the ring.

The Western Rat King even yawned several times, feeling extremely bored. Unfortunately, there were too many fierce people here, so he didn't dare to jump around, so he could only watch the show obediently.

As for the sacrificial spirits of the major barbarian clans, it was rare for them to calm down and concentrate on watching the duel between the minor cultivators.

After all, this is about whether they can enter Longmen for further study.

Lu Qingshan carefully observed the sacrificial spirits watching the battle.

"You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs."

This sentence suddenly appeared in Lu Qingshan's mind.

The first day passed quickly, and the duel in the ring continued. There were constant sounds of fists and fists, mixed with the roars of some hot-blooded barbarian teenagers.

This is also the interest of physical training. In a fist-to-flesh fight, if you yell at him at the top of your lungs, your output will seem to be much higher.

The next day, the Bear Clan and the Bear Bull finally went to battle. After an hour of heart-warming, they were defeated gloriously. They walked dejectedly to King Xishu and apologized to his new "sacrifice spirit".

The third day, the fourth day...

Time passed, and unknowingly, as Lu Qingshan's mind continued to observe the sacrifices to the spirits, a roaring sound gradually came out, and a strange and indescribable power arose in it.

At this time, he had observed all the more than a thousand sacrificial spirits present in the barbarian ancestral land, but the creature that fit him still did not appear.

"Looking at more than a thousand sacrificed souls, including even a seventh-grade demon, there are no creatures that match my xinxing?" Lu Qingshan felt a little confused.

He could feel that something was about to break out of his mind.

This feeling is very strong, but just one breath is stuck there, unable to go up or down, which makes Lu Qingshan very uncomfortable, and he desperately wants to push through this layer of fog and pierce this diaphragm.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be so difficult to transform sword energy into shape.

Because if observing more than a thousand sacrificed souls is not enough to form a creature that takes the form of sword energy, then how many sword cultivators in the world can reach the state of sword energy taking form?

Powerful monsters are not cabbage. They are not something you can find if you want to. Even if you find them, they will not sit there obediently and watch you. The more common situations are:

"What are you looking at?"

"What are you looking at?"

…

Lu Qingshan also happened to catch up with the ancestor worship ceremony of the barbarians, so he had the opportunity to observe so many powerful monsters without restraint.

But despite everything, he still couldn't give birth to his own sword-qi creature.

"What kind of sword energy creature is suitable for me?"

He glanced blankly at the sacrificial spirits, but found that no matter how he looked at these monsters, it was already difficult to move him.

We've reached a bottleneck.

There is only one layer of membrane left, but trying to cross it is like ascending to the sky.

He looked at the stage again and found that the ancestor worship competition was coming to an end.

.......

Just when the ancestor worship ceremony was in full swing on the arena, two barbarians from a certain clan not far from Lu Qingshan had erratic eyes and were communicating in low voices.

"Yinhe, are you sure?"

"It's confirmed, this is indeed the sealing place of Lord Holy Beast.

The so-called Dragon Gate should be the first seal of Lord Holy Beast. If these barbarians had not unlocked this seal privately, Lord Holy Beast might not have been able to send out a message for help.

Speaking of which, we have to thank these barbarians, haha..." Yin Heyin laughed twice.

"We will inform Lord Shentu of this news as soon as possible."

"good."

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Chapter completed!