Retrograde fairy way

Whoosh whoosh!

"Hurry up, the festival is about to begin, so hurry up and get ready!"

In the Liangmeng Mountain, there was a burst of shouting and shouting, which seemed very lively.

This day is the grand ancestor worship ceremony of the Chijia clan of the spiritual clan here. It is just a small clan among the thousands of spiritual clans in Muyun's spiritual realm, and it survives by relying on the upper clan of the Luanling clan.

I saw the Chijia people with four hands and four legs, sallow faces, and red armors on their backs, full of joy and seriousness, managing various things in an orderly manner while busy.

Most of these weak races are not in human form, like the Liufeng and Guangmu races that Wang Mo met back then, countless years ago, they were also powerful races in the spirit race.

It's just that after countless years of changes, it was so weak that it could be bullied by others.

hum!

Suddenly, a colorful boat came through the sky, noble and gorgeous, it immediately attracted the attention of countless people from the Chijia clan.

"The Luan Spirit Lord Clan is coming, follow me quickly to welcome you!"

In front of the great hall in the Liangmeng Mountains, there was a joyful voice, and then dozens of rays of light shot up into the sky and greeted the boat.

"Chijia Patriarch, Chi Youming led the clan to welcome the envoy of the clan!"

The headed by the strong old man of the Chijia clan saluted the boat respectfully.

All the clansmen behind him bowed down and kowtowed, not daring to look directly at the boat.

As soon as the words came out, Chi Youming immediately led the dozens of clansmen, stood respectfully on both sides to lead the way, and did not show any dissatisfaction because the people in the boat did not show up.

Immediately afterwards, the bells and drums below rang together, resounding through the void, welcoming the arrival of the boat.

The Chijia tribe is too weak, and the strongest are only at the beginning of the sixth level. Every time the clan ceremonies are held, the nearby city of the Luanling clan will send several strong men to watch the ceremony.

Other races whose territory is similar to that of the Chijia tribe will also come to pay their respects, but they look at the boats that landed with envy in their eyes.

In their clan, there were also many grand ceremonies, but they couldn't get the envoys of the Luanling clan to come.

Because of this, when the Ceremony of the Scarlet Armor Clan opens, there will always be an extremely rare treasure revealed. This kind of treasure is only useful to the spirit race below the sixth level, and it is only for those with earth attribute spiritual roots.

In this way, every time the grand ceremony is opened, most of the treasures obtained will be directly taken away by the nearby Luan Ling clan.

If it wasn't for this treasure that only the blood of the Chijia clan could open it, otherwise it would have been taken away by the Luan Ling clan for various reasons. Moreover, because the treasure is not high-end, and has great restrictions, even if it attracts some races to spy on it, it is afraid of Yu Luan. The prestige of the spirit clan, but they dare not make mistakes.

Therefore, for countless years, the Chijia clan has been considered stable.

"The messenger is here, the grand ceremony begins!"

The high-pitched shout, under the blessing of mana, immediately overwhelmed all the chaotic voices, causing the noise in the entire mountain range to stop.

"promise!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang, and an invisible wave flashed in the mountain range.

But at the top of the mountain, Chi Youming led a few tribesmen in extremely strange clothes, whispering in their mouths, dancing and posing in various weird poses.

With the sound of wrinkling like dancing, the altar not far away began to tremble faintly, and after a cup of tea, a khaki-yellow brilliance rose into the sky.

"Quickly inject blood essence!"

Chi Youming shouted in a hurry, opened his mouth and spit out a blood mist, under the traction of mana, it turned into a blood arrow and rushed into the red light.

Following his order, not only the few clansmen around him, but even dozens of strong men around him all cast their spells, forcing out a stream of blood essence and throwing it into the yellow light.

hum!

As the essence and blood poured into the yellow light, it suddenly trembled, and the entire mountain trembled with it.

There was such a big commotion, but there was no change in the altar. All the spiritual monks who were watching were all staring sideways, except for the five-color boat that was still floating on the top of the mountain, and there was no movement at all.

Immediately after that, Chi Youming hastily made a lot of tricks, his complexion changed from golden yellow to light yellow, then to earthy yellow, and finally pale.

Bean-sized beads of sweat kept dripping, and a hazy mist of sweat flashed. Those few old Chijia people who kept dancing were motionless at this moment, as if all their energy had disappeared and turned into a color like plaster.

hold head high!

Suddenly, a sound like a dragon's chant came out, and from the yellow light rushing out of the altar, seven or eight streaks of golden streamer suddenly shot out, shooting into the void.

"The breath of the thick soil is coming out, please collect it!"

Chi Youming showed excitement, this time there was one more streamer than before, in his heart he only hoped that the people in the boat would be merciful and give him a chance for the Chijia clan to become stronger.

Unexpectedly, after his words fell, there was no such thing as in previous years, directly taking the breath of the thick soil and leaving in the boat, but there was no movement at all.

Seeing that the breath of the thick soil is going far away, and if it continues to delay, it will disappear into the void, Chi Youming gritted his teeth, not caring about breaking the rules, and immediately took out a spirit pill and swallowed it, his body suddenly swelled and rushed towards those few people. A golden streamer rushed away.

Seeing such a scene, those who knew a little bit of inside information all showed suspicion. In their memory, this grand ceremony once every thousand years, the envoys of the Luan Ling clan always left after taking away the treasures. The next time there was no movement at all.

But what made them even more suspicious was that after Chi Youming put away all the streamers, the colorful boat remained motionless, and there was no sign of anyone showing up.

"Please accept the treasure!"

Chi Youming fluttered closer nervously, leaning over respectfully to hold the jade box in his hand.

But as his words fell, there was still no movement in the boat. After doing this three times, Chi Youming gritted his teeth, passed through the colorful rays of light, and fell into the boat.

But what shocked him was that there was no one in the boat, let alone an envoy from the Luan Spirit Clan.

Just when he was full of doubts, the mountain below trembled suddenly, and there was a constant rumbling sound. At a speed visible to the naked eye, the yellow brilliance that was gradually fading in the altar suddenly rose again.

Under everyone's shocked eyes, the altar showed signs of breaking apart.

"not good!"

No one knows what is hidden under the altar, not even the Spirit Clan who are constantly watching the Chijia Clan, or even the strong men sent by the Luan Spirit Clan.

But Chi Youming knew that their so-called supernatural powers of sacrificing the heaven and the earth with the blood, condensing the breath of the thick earth in the spiritual veins and gathering treasures were nothing more than a scam.

For many years, the Chijia tribe has been carefully hiding this secret, and it is passed on by word of mouth until now.

But in such a situation, it was obvious that there was an accident at the bottom of the altar, so how could he not be shocked.

In particular, there was no one in the boat of the envoy of the Luanling clan. The first thought was that the Luanling clan discovered the hidden treasure of the Chijia clan and went into the mountains to seize the treasure.

Involuntarily, a wry smile appeared on the corner of Chi Youming's mouth. If the Luan Lingzu really wanted to take it away, he couldn't stop it at all. He forcibly stopped it, but it was just causing trouble for the racial gangsters. The concealment of the Chijia clan caused disaster.

As the mountain trembled, the yellow brilliance inside the altar became more and more intense, and the entire altar was broken violently. After about half a quarter of an hour, the entire altar disappeared without a trace, replaced by an invisible Big pit at the bottom.

Under the surprised and inexplicable gaze of the crowd, a man who was obviously a member of the Luan Ling clan jumped out of the big pit, swept around indifferently, and then added the light, soaring into the sky, and walked away as if there was no one else around. Looking at the colorful boats, they didn't seem to take them away.

As the patriarch of the Chijia clan, Chi Youming knew that the treasure hidden in the clan for many years had been taken away, but he didn't dare to stop him in the slightest, and could only watch the other party leave.

What puzzled him was that, as far as he knew, when the Chijia clan moved here to start the ceremony, the Luanling clan had sent a seventh-rank powerhouse to observe secretly, but they never found anything. Why are people noticing it now?

What's even more strange is that there are more than a hundred envoys from the Luan Spirit Clan each time, and they are extremely dignified, but why only one person showed up this time?

These, Chi Youming is destined not to know, even when he knew, he didn't dare to ask, because he knew that the person who took away the treasure was definitely not an existence that the Chijia clan could provoke.

......

"Brother Liu, have you ever obtained the treasure?"

Thousands of miles away from the Liangmeng Mountains, a ray of light suddenly descended, and then disappeared, and the person who walked out of the formation was Yuan Shanglong, who asked eagerly.

"Brother Yuan, let's see, is it this treasure?"

Wang Mo smiled lightly, flipped his wrist, and took out a jade box. When he opened it, a stream of golden light burst out from it. Although it was extremely bright, it was not dazzling at all.

In the faint glow of the sun, a thumb-sized treasure in the shape of a jade dragon was tremblingly trapped by many talisman seals, unable to get rid of it at all.

"Earth Spirit Dragon, the supreme treasure of the earth system, is exactly this treasure!"

The moment he saw the jade dragon, Yuan Shanglong breathed a little anxiously, rushed forward eagerly, and was about to grab the jade box with his hand.

Unexpectedly, the brilliance flashed, and the jade box disappeared without a trace in Wang Mo's hands. He smiled and looked at Yuan Shanglong, whose expression changed slightly, and said, "Don't worry, fellow Daoist Yuan, I took a lot of effort to get this thing." Next, Fellow Daoist has not paid for his cultivation base, so as not to let it run away, it will take a lot of trouble at that time!"

"This...can be..."

The bluish-red color on Yuan Shanglong's face flashed repeatedly, which was a bit ugly.

"Could it be that Fellow Daoist Yuan still believes that I can't succeed? If so, please ask Fellow Daoist Yuan to take the treasure, and I will no longer go with fellow Daoist, and I will not mention the matter of leaving the Luan Spirit Clan together!"

Wang Mo sternly turned his head away pretending to be displeased, but he didn't intend to take out the jade box at all.

"How could it be, how could it be, how could I be worried about putting it in Brother Liu's place? It's just that I was eager for a moment when I saw the treasure in front of me!"

Yuan Shanglong waved his hands again and again, and said embarrassingly.

He still has to rely on Wang Mo's strength to ensure that he is safe during this period of time, so how can he let him go?

More importantly, he has already determined that the reason why Wang Mo was hunted down by the Luanling clan must be because of some kind of treasure, and if he goes with him, he will attack his uncle Yuan Tianque when he sees him.

Seeing that his cultivation was only in the middle stage of the Nirvana Realm, even if it was rumored that he killed the city lord of the seventh-level overlord, it was only by relying on treasures.

Yuan Shanglong did not believe that Wang Mo could dodge under the sneak attack of a strong man in the spirit void, not to mention that his uncle Yuan Tianque was not an ordinary overlord of the spirit void.

At that time, no matter what treasure it is, it will naturally fall into their hands.

Seeing his expression, Wang Mo relaxed his cheeks and put on a smiling expression.