Worshipping the Ancestor of Witchcraft was the most important thing in the Magus Continent.
In the basin formed by the mountains, not only were the elites of all the tribes of the Magus Continent gathered, but also foreign witches who came from all directions.
Tribes of all sizes filled the mountains.
Outside the Ten Thousand Mountains, teams of sub-chiefs and elite body refiners from the various tribes patrolled day and night.
The stars were sparse until the sun rose.
When the purple aura came from the east, the sleeping mountains were awakened by the excited cries of countless witches.
The grand ceremony of worshipping the Ancestor of Witchcraft officially began today.
Dressing up was a must.
Especially the elite warriors who represented the tribes to fight for priority.
They had to be fierce, fierce, and imposing.
However, when the three foodies led by Xie Tian finished dressing up, Shi Quan and Shi Meng gave the order.
"There's no need for the three of them!"
Shi Meng had killed many wild beasts and even fought with many tribal warriors.
But their starting point was to play.
Under the costumes were two innocent and harmless baby faces. Coupled with the fierce and fierce costumes, Shi Quan and Shi Meng almost cried.
The combination of the two was the biggest mockery to the Shi tribe!
As for Xie Tian, although he had retired from Transcendent Mortal, he was still enjoying the peaceful life in the Magus Continent.
Coupled with Cang Tian and the gentle temperament of the stone carving master, he was more harmless than a little boy.
In Shi Meng's words, this guy was an insult to the costumes.
Therefore, the three clean guys were tightly wrapped in the middle of the Shi tribe's worshipping team.
Shi Meng swore that unless it was necessary for the three to appear, they would not be exposed to the public.
Worshipping was peaceful.
Therefore, they could not compete with fists. The worshipping teams of the tribes could only compete with their costumes.
The symbol of victory and defeat was also simple and crude. Ferocious, fierce, and valiant.
At this time, the wild beasts hunted by the tribes also became the bargaining chips to decide the outcome.
Poor Shi Meng, whose strength did not meet the requirements of the chiefs, was wearing the North Mountain Bear, who was not even at the Dao Enlightenment Realm. Although he puffed out his chest and raised his head, and used all his strength in every step, he still looked weak, which made the chiefs of the other teams laugh.
Shi Meng blushed.
Shi Quan's old face was twitching when Shi Meng appeared in front of him with a smile.
"Who allowed you to come out?" Shi Quan glared at him. "Get back …"
"This is what Uncle Xie Tian wanted me to give to the priest."
Tossing a storage pouch on the ground, the stone flew off.
"Hmph!"
Shi Quan angrily opened his storage bag, and three auras rushed out, scaring him so much that he fell to the ground.
"Priest!"
"Priest!"
"Priest!"
…
"Quick, put it on, put it on!"
Seeing Shi Meng wearing the skin of an overlord grade Wild Beast, the skull of an overlord grade Wild Beast on his head, and the dragon bone necklace that was also an overlord grade Dragon Bone on his neck, Shi Quan cried tears of joy and cursed, "If you had such good stuff, why didn't you take it out earlier!"
With Shi Meng's disguise, the Shi tribe's aura immediately changed.
The surrounding tribes also lost their arrogance.
Shi Meng was about to cry.
One had to know that he was currently enduring the combined pressure of three overlord-level dire beasts, as well as the strong smell of barbecue.
"All for the tribe!"
Shi Meng gritted his teeth and persevered.
The market has been closed.
In the huge basin plain, there were more than ten thousand worshippers.
The ceremony was important, but it wasn't quiet.
The competition between the tribes didn't stop. Instead, there was a roar.
The competition was based on who had the loudest voice, who was the strongest.
Xie Tian was already quite speechless. He found a crack and went in, then disappeared.
"Uncle Xie Tian ran away!" Shi Men shouted.
Shi Quan almost fell when he heard this.
"Hey, little friend."
Xie Tian, who had gone into the Xing tribe, saw Xing Pan talking to Xiao Chan, so he greeted him.
Xing Pan's elegant smile was kicked into the sky by these four words.
"I won't lower myself to your level!"
Taking a deep breath, Xing Pan's expression became elegant again. He was about to continue the topic just now when he saw Xie Tian and Xiao Chan happily chatting …
Xing Pan's face was full of tears.
Because the feeling of not being able to put a needle in or water in appeared again.
"Xie Tian, why aren't you dressed up?"
"Aren't you not dressed up too?"
"Hehe, Xiao Chan doesn't like that kind of dressing up."
"I feel the same way."
"Hmph, you don't have the right to dress up!" Xing Pan finally found a chance to speak.
Xie Tian and Xiao Chan looked at Xing Pan and continued to chat with a smile.
"I am a master sculptor."
"Xiao Chan too."
"That kind of rough style doesn't suit me."
"Shh, aren't you afraid that the people of the Shi tribe will hear …"
Xing Pan almost spat out blood. He couldn't help but interrupt, "Master Xie Tian, you don't have the right to participate in the battle for priority, so you don't dress up. Don't find excuses, it will make me look down on you!"
"Who told you I won't participate?"
Xing Pan was startled. "You actually want to participate?"
Xie Tian nodded. "Yes."
Xing Pan was overjoyed. "Really?"
"I never lie to little friends." Xie Tian glanced at Xing Pan. "But don't worry, I won't be serious about this kind of children's event. When you meet me, I will go easy on you."
Xing Pan ran far away to vomit.
You Xiao Chan's bright eyes turned into crescent moons.
"Xing Pan is a first level Nirvana Sacred Realm body cultivator, you …"
Xie Tian sighed. "I envy you guys, breaking through whenever you want … hm? What about Lord Wu Shang? "
"He, he won't let me say." Xiao Chan's expression was slightly strange. Although she said this, her eyes were looking somewhere.
Xie Tian followed her gaze and was overjoyed.
At this time, Wu Shang was dressed like a bear.
"As expected of Lord Wu Shang, mighty and domineering!"
Xiao Chan faintly sighed. "These years, Uncle Wu has been very happy."
Xie Tian smiled. "Lord will become more and more happy."
"What about you, Xie Tian?"
"Me?" Xie Tian squeezed Xiao Chan's small hand. "Every time I think of you, it is the happiest time for me."
Xiao Chan was happy and shy.
In the distance.
"They're holding hands! Dad, they're holding hands! "Xing Pan seemed to be on fire.
Xing Ba sent out another slap.
"It's just holding hands, what are you making a fuss about!"
"But …"
Xing Ba faintly said, "The battle for priority is only for leaders and below. As a body cultivator, you can relax your cultivation by one level. This level is enough for you to stand at the peak of your life. Do you still not understand?"
Xing Pan was stunned, but excitement appeared in his eyes.
The first day's worship ceremony was not complicated.
The Oracles of all the tribes gathered together and sang to the sky, forming a unique Sorcerer Song.
Xie Tian also raised his head and looked at the sky of the Sorcerer Continent thoughtfully.
He faintly felt that something had changed, as if something invisible was gradually appearing because of the Wu Song's call.
After noon, the worship was suspended. Eating was more important.
After noon, the worship continued.
Until sunset, the first day of worship finally ended.
As soon as Xie Tian returned to the Shi tribe, he saw that the stone circle had aged again. There was a trace of seriousness in the exhaustion.
Just as he was thinking about why the stone circle was so serious, he saw a group of hurried warriors in the distance.
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