The Great Talisman

　　 "It's the Vulcan's will about to revive..." Feeling the will hovering between heaven and earth, Yang Sanyang's heart moved, and he quickly lowered his head, kneeling on the ground not daring to look up.

　　The blasphemer died!

　　 raises his head, it is disrespect to the gods.

Seeing the fire **** between the heaven and the earth became stronger and stronger, he was about to recover and woke up, suddenly I saw the hazy firebird in the flame moving his paws in his sleep, seeming to feel uncomfortable, scratching at random, and then the sky was full of visions , Including the will of Vulcan all turned into a powder.

　　 The vision interrupted, and Vulcan's vitality to revive was cut off. Everyone in the entire tribe raised their heads with feelings, and looked blankly at the trembling high priest on the altar.

　　 has never happened before! Never!

　　 How could the resurrected Vulcan will suddenly fall silent again?

　　 Everyone was confused, but there had never been such a thing.

　　 The high priest spoke again with a nervous expression, a weird tone emanating from his mouth, which kept oscillating in the void.

　　 It's a pity, this time there is not even a ripple, and it has never caused a half-point echo.

　　 Everyone was panicked this time, and they worshipped the ground and kept sobbing, pleading.

　　 The high priest kept exuding a weird tone, intending to communicate with Vulcan, but it was a pity that he never responded half way.

　　 God abandoned!

　　God punished!

　　 Countless thoughts flowed through Yang Sanyang's mind, and there was a daze in his eyes. The high priest tossed on the altar for a long time, until the frost fell in the middle of the night, without receiving the slightest response.

　　 "bang~"

　　 The high priest was limp and looked desperately at the flames in front of him. Without the blessing of the gods, it would be impossible for human beings to survive in this wild world.

　　 Not only did the high priest look desperate, but the countless clansmen in the field also looked miserable. The primitive people were definitely not stupid and knew what was happening right now. A terrifying word crossed everyone's mind, as if it was a rolling thunder, drew all the strength of everyone:

　　 God abandoned!

Suddenly, the high priest on the altar turned his eyes, and his gaze fell on Yang Sanyang inadvertently, as if seeing a ray of light in the desperate dark night, and then suddenly rushed down from the altar, kneeled in front of Yang Sanyang, and kept knocking on his head. Raised the scepter in his hand, and pointed to the altar.

　　 Seeing the action of the sacrifice, all the primitive people in the field changed their faces and their spirits were shaken. Then they prostrated and worshiped Yang Sanyang three times.

Yang Sanyang's expression was silent, holding the sacrificial scepter, the texture of the skynet was flowing in his eyes, and there was a hint of contemplation in his eyes: "The Vulcan's vitality is still there, but it is suppressed by the bird, and it is impossible to show it. Even if I stepped forward, it didn't work at all. That little bird can suppress even Vulcan, what a terrifying existence should it be?"

Looking at the sleeping bird in the flames, Yang Sanyang inserted the scepter into the ground, swept through the blood-stained soil, the bright moon in the sky, and the blazing bonfire, illuminating half of the sky, turned and walked out of the crowd, towards the cave. Go.

　　 Vulcan is suppressed, it is no use for anyone to go up!

　　 But he can't talk, can't explain to the primitive people.

　　 The only good news is: Although Vulcan has been suppressed, the little bird is still protecting the tribe. Although for some reason, the little bird fell asleep, but as long as the little bird wakes up, everything can be restored to the past.

　　 It's a pity that he doesn't know anything about the gods and can't help at all.

　　 Ye looked sad and followed Yang Sanyang back to the cave. The two lay on the animal skins, both silent.

　　The **** fell asleep, how should he survive this cold Cretaceous era?

　　 Yang Sanyang fell into a deep sleep in the dark, and when he woke up, there was not the slightest popularity in the empty cave, and Ye was still asleep with tears on his face.

　　 Walking out of the cave, the sky is shining, the frost on the ground has never subsided, and the fire in front of the altar is still burning. Compared with the excitement at the beginning of last night, the primitive figures are tired and their eyes are full of despair.

　　 The sky is falling!

　　 Lost the response of the gods, for the tribe, it means that the sky has fallen.

　　 The primitive men squatted on the ground and knelt here overnight. Fortunately, there was a bonfire, and they were not frozen, but the body was sore and uncomfortable.

　　 Yang Sanyang was silent, at this time, he had no good way.

　　 "Roar~" With a roar, Yang Sanyang attracted the attention of the primitives and beckoned to the primitives to come over.

A group of primitive people slowly rubbed their arms and walked over. Yang Sanyang pointed at the tribute, pointed at the fire, and then pointed at the fishing nets and ropes. His eyes were full of Xiaoxiao and slapped his shoulders proudly: " Eat! Work!"

　　 I don’t know if everyone understands Yang Sanyang’s meaning, but a group of primitive people began to raise flames of barbecue. After being hungry all night and the wind chill, everyone was already hungry.

　　 Even if you are abandoned by the gods, you can’t skip eating, right?

　　 Although the gods are important, it is never more important to fill your stomach.

　　 Lost the response of Vulcan, everyone still has to live, and they have to live hard.

　　 The only thing that everyone puts on their hearts is that the flame that represents the **** of fire has not disappeared. This is where the hope in everyone's heart lies.

　　 The moment Yang Sanyang threw the net in front of the primitives, the primitives finally got up and walked towards the forest with ropes and fishing nets.

　　 To be alive is the instinct of all living things, regardless of other causes.

　　 However, the old priest still knelt down in front of the altar alone, his body trembling and his eyes full of sadness. The tribe was abandoned by the gods, but his sacrifice was powerless, and he could only watch.

　　 It's a pity, the words are not clear, otherwise Yang Sanyang might be able to rebuild his morale and give some comfort.

　　 took the jerky and came to the old sacrificial body, gently supporting the other party, and Yang Sanyang pushed the jerky over.

With tears in his eyes, the old priest looked at the mark on Yang Sanyang’s eyebrows, then swallowed the dried meat, turned and continued to kneel down in front of the Vulcan Altar, his mouth exuded a series of desolate, desperate voices echoing in the wind, hoping Get a response from Vulcan.

　　 Yang Sanyang sighed and pulled the old priest a bit, but unfortunately the old priest still stubbornly crawled on the ground, his voice full of sorrow.

　　Yang Sanyang shook his head. He couldn't persuade this stubborn old guy like a scalper. This was not a matter between the human tribe and the fire god, but because of the bird that occupied the magpie's nest.

　　 The bird's body is golden yellow, and each feather is like gold, with mysterious and unpredictable runes flowing on it, and the suppressed Vulcan will has no temper.

　　 Yang Sanyang stood in front of the altar and meditated for a long time. This is inherently sacred. God knows how long the other party will sleep?

　　 The innate sacred longevity is equal to the heavens and the earth, maybe even if you sleep for thousands of years, your own tribe must prepare in advance.

　　 "In the days without gods, you must be strong and live well!" Yang Sanyang was cheering himself up. Now he has all kinds of treasures, facing the dangerous famine, it is not without the means to survive.

"I just hope that the little bird occupying the magpie's nest will leave quickly, otherwise it will really teach people that there is no bottom." Yang Sanyang sat down on the bluestone before turning back to the cave, basking in the sun in the sky, looking at the listless female primitive people in the distance , One by one while rubbing the twine, Yang Sanyang remained silent.

　　 Morale can only be restored by time. When the primitive people discovered that even without sacredness, they could still live well, they would restore their previous morale.

　　 Birds kept singing in the woods, Yang Sanyang thought in his heart, thinking of making bows and arrows.

　　 Without the blessing of Vulcan, if the bow and arrow blessed by the avenue can be made, the self-protection power of the whole tribe will be greatly improved.

　　It’s just that bows and arrows are not so easy to make. If you want to make fat mince, you must find a container that can hold fat mince.

　　 Actually, Yang Sanyang already has an idea for the container. He doesn't know how to make ceramics. He only knows some principles of firing ceramics. It is a long experimental process to make ceramics.

　　 He looked at the ‘bamboo tube’ used to fetch water, with a hint of contemplation in his eyes, then suddenly turned over and sat up: "Yeah!"

　　 He yelled, only to see Ye holding the jerky in his hand and came to Yang Sanyang listlessly.

　　 did not speak much, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com Yang Sanyang stood up and walked towards the barren forest.

　　In the barren forest, Yang Sanyang found what he wanted, a ‘bamboo tube’ mother that had grown for hundreds of years, thick enough to hug two adults, and the bamboo joints were extremely tall, each with a height of a meter.

　　 He thought of a natural way to store fat, and that is to drill a hole in this ‘bamboo’, then pour the fat in and use living things to make the fat. This is simply the perfect plan.

　　 This old bamboo is as hard as iron, primitive people can't drill at all.

　　 A finger pointed out, Yang Sanyang's inner Skynet divine light circulated, a fiery red silk thread fluctuated, and then only heard a ‘pop’, accompanied by a light poke, a fist-sized hole appeared.

　　 "It's done!" Yang Sanyang retracted his fingers, his eyes showed a touch of surprise: "What are the skynet and the fiery red ball in my body?"

　　 He didn't know the origin of the law. He only felt that these two treasures of his own were very useful at critical moments. The cutting of trees in the past few days and the digging of pits today are both handy.

　　 found a long leaf to seal the hole, Yang Sanyang's eyes flashed a gleam of divine light: "I have stored utensils, and the next thing is to hunt down those Xiong Feng and other mountain overlords."

"However, Xiong Wei had a lot of bones left last time, but it was enough. This time, it's better to hunt down a tiger. Tiger bones are used to make pancakes. Even the ancients have never tried it!" Yang Sanyang showed a glorious look. No matter in that world, tiger bones are precious things.

　　 There are no tigers in the nearby mountains. If you want to hunt the tigers, you need to go deep into the wilderness and walk a long way.

　　 On the second day, Yang Sanyang took the herbs, torches, and weapons prepared by himself, and with more than 30 strong men, set off all the way to the depths of the wilderness.