Chapter 2450: Ancestor Xi Qi

Xizaki Patriarch

"By the way, isn't that Dong Tianxie acquainted with Zhang Xing? Let's invite him over. Maybe Zhang Xing can come back to find him."

Miss Liu suddenly remembered that Zhang Xing and Dong Tianxie had talked on the stage.

"Yes, yes! Go and invite Dong Tianxie to your house..."

The aunts and uncles of the Liu family were in a mess. Some went east and some went west. They all went out to look for Dong Tianxie.

At this time, Zhang Xing went straight from the Central Plains to Xiqi Mountain in the southwest without stopping.

A thousand years ago, Dengfeng Mountain was occupied by the Xiqi tribe and renamed Xiqi Mountain.

Half a month later, Zhang Xing came to Xiqi Mountain.

"I wonder if Brother Farmer has come!"

Zhang Xing frowned as he looked at the ancient pine trees on the mountain.

He and the farmer didn't leave any contact information in advance, so where could he find him?

There are many ethnic groups in the southwest region, and there are few cities. Basically, they exist in the form of tribes.

It is said that they are all descendants of the God's descendants. When the God King was gone, this tribe gradually split into dozens of tribes.

Later, they fought countless wars to grab cultivation resources.

Until today, the powerful God's descendants have fallen into hundreds of small tribes.

These people still live in the primeval forest and follow the ancient living habits.

Today is the annual sacrifice day of the Xiqi tribe.

In ancient times, they used the blood of their enemies to sacrifice their ancestors.

Now, their enemies have become people from other tribes who were once ancestors.

At this time, two long horn sounds rang out on Xiqi Mountain. The tribesmen were bare-chested and covered with various colorful patterns.

They had disheveled hair and danced strange dances.

On the top of the mountain, a three-meter-high altar was carved with a soaring black dragon.

This is the totem of the Xiqi tribe.

Every year, they use the blood of their enemies to worship their beliefs.

Under the black dragon, a dishevelled man was tied up with chains made of cold iron.

This man was exactly the farmer Zhang Xing was looking for.

He had an old friend in the Dengfengshan tribe. When he came to seek refuge, he found that his old friend's tribe had been destroyed, and he was captured as a remnant of the Dengfengshan tribe.

The farmer was disheartened, his cultivation was sealed, and he could only be slaughtered.

Although he was unlucky, he did not complain about the world, but only sighed that he was not strong enough!

The sun at noon slowly moved to the center of the world, and the horn sound suddenly stopped.

A strong old man with a height of about two meters and a black dragon mask came to the farmer.

He waved a dagger in his hand and held a mouthful of wine in his mouth.

With a puff, the wine in his mouth sprayed into the farmer's heart.

"Lord Black Dragon God, your people have prepared delicious blood for you, please taste it!

May you bless us to live in peace and safety forever!"

After he finished muttering, the dagger in his hand flashed with a cold light, and was about to stab the farmer's chest.

"Roar!"

But at this moment, a roar that shook the world came from the sky.

The old man's arm trembled, and he looked up at the sky.

Swish!

A flash of silver light, a giant dragon suddenly appeared above their heads.

"Giant dragon!"

The old man was stunned, and all the other people in the tribe stopped all their movements and stared at the sky.

With a clang, the old man's dagger fell on the rock of the altar, rolled down the steps a few times and then stopped moving.

"Lord Dragon God has appeared!"

Many people immediately became excited.

But the old man was awakened by the sound of the dagger falling, and he frowned.

"Not the Black Dragon God? He is not our Dragon God!"

The old man pointed to the sky and roared loudly!

A large part of the descendants of the gods believe in giant dragons.

But we also need to distinguish the types of giant dragons.

Some tribes believe in white dragons, some believe in golden dragons, and some believe in blue dragons...

In short, as long as it is not the totem of their own tribe, it is the enemy.

Moreover, the old man soon discovered that this was a real dragon, and there was a young man standing on it.

"Who are you? What do you want to do in my Xiqi tribe?"

The old man calmed down and asked cautiously.

"I'm looking for someone!"

Zhang Xing said lightly.

He was attracted by the sound coming from here, and he also planned to ask about the situation of the farmer.

But as soon as he came, he saw the farmer who was locked up, so he asked Long Yinian to stop the old man's action.

"Ask who you are and who you are looking for?"

The old man guessed that Zhang Xing was most likely from the Baishan tribe, because the Baishan tribe believed in the white dragon.

But he observed that the dragon in the sky did not seem to be a white dragon.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you have captured my friend.

I now order you to release him immediately!"

Zhang Xing looked at the ecstatic farmer, but the cold and murderous voice was poured into the old man's ears.

Click!

The old man's mind trembled, his head buzzed, and he felt that he was suddenly trapped in an endless killing atmosphere.

His cultivation was close to the peak of the fifth level of the God Realm, and he could defeat the average peak strongman by using the totem secret method.

But at this moment, he was frightened by a small middle-level fifth level of the God Realm, and his old face immediately became angry!

"Boy, who do you think you are? Do you think you can yell at me, the ancestor Xi Qi, just by riding a dragon!

Our tribe is holding a memorial ceremony. We don't want to fight with you. Leave quickly!

Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

Ancestor Xi Qi is the patriarch of this tribe, and he is also a ruthless person. If Zhang Xing did not ride a dragon, he would have sent people to capture him and worship the Black Dragon God together.

"You can worship, but you cannot use my friend's blood. I will give you three breaths to release him, otherwise I will... destroy your Xi Qi tribe!"

Although Zhang Xing's tone was calm, the last sentence was full of blood!

This made everyone in the Xi Qi tribe shudder.

They looked at Long Yinian at the same time. Zhang Xing was not scary, but the scary thing was the dragon.

Dragons are gods in their minds, and they are born with a sense of oppression. Although they are not the Black Dragon Clan they believe in, they are also gods of that level!

"Boy, don't think we are afraid of you. We respect dragons!"

Ancestor Xi Qi's eyes jumped.

"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't hand over the person, you will die!" Zhang Xing stretched out three fingers: "The three breaths are up!"

"Hey! It seems that you must be our enemy!"

Ancestor Xi Qi slowly took off his mask and respectfully placed it in a corner of the altar.

He grabbed the air with his right hand!

Swish!

A dragon-headed cane suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Black Dragon Formation!"

Ancestor Xi Qi raised his arm and called out. The dragon-headed cane suddenly flashed with black light, and a large amount of black clouds instantly spurted out.

Soon it condensed into a black dragon in the air.

At the same time, all the tribesmen in the tribe prostrated themselves, put their hands together, and stretched them in front of their heads.

Buzz buzz buzz...

A strange musical note came out of everyone's mouth and floated towards the black dragon in the air.

The originally illusory dragon body quickly solidified under the blessing of these musical notes.

Facing Long Yi Nian, Ancestor Xi Qi did not dare to be careless, and used the strongest means as soon as he started.

Boom boom boom...

As the musical notes were chanted, the entire Xi Qi Mountain shook.

The dragon totems carved from black stones in the dark corners of the mountain slowly floated up.

A total of three hundred and sixty black dragon totems!

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