Jiang Yantian looks at the Northern Barbarians Clan below.
For no reason, I felt a little sad in my heart.
But he didn't think much about it.
This type of Child of Fortune generally does not exist.
Jiang Yantian was condescending, thought about it, and threw away some special resources.
Northern Barbarians Clan, who were originally gathered together, suddenly stopped.
Everything revolved around the things Jiang Yantian left behind, and I kept looking at them.
Soon, a large group of people all looked up and looked at Jiang Yantian above.
The next second, something outrageous happened.
Those Northern Barbarians people actually knelt down to worship.
A shouting sound came from his mouth.
He seemed very excited.
One by one, they raised their hands above their heads and continued to pray.
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Jiang Yantian is a little confused.
"No, why are they worshiping?"
Leng Ning also doesn't know what's going on.
This kind of thing has really never been seen before.
Northern Barbarians Clan is widely distributed among Eternal Icefield.
Basically everywhere.
And this race seems to be a type that is not familiar with the world.
He lives a primitive life and has his own independent way of cultivation.
In addition, in the icefield area, few people come and there are few resources.
This results in them having very little communication with the outside world.
But they have always only known Holy Witches.
You can't see Jiang Yantian throwing things at them and think Jiang Yantian is a god!
Absolutely not this.
"Ning'er, you and I are going to take a look. You guys need to rest first."
"Ah? OK!" Leng Ning nodded.
Jiang Yantian is someone who loves to join in the fun.
Seeing this, he stepped out of the air and walked down.
It seems that when Jiang Yantian came down, the Northern Barbarians people below became even more excited.
There are so many that rush out at once.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Northern Barbarians people had gathered, forming a three-story ring with Jiang Yantian above as the center.
No matter how you look at it, a worship ceremony is being held.
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise.
The Xuanbing Altar suddenly broke out of the ice.
Stand below.
This is exactly where Jiang Yantian is going to land.
Jiang Yantian looked down at the people at his feet.
The costumes of those Northern Barbarians people are very wild.
With a sense of primitive and wild power.
The man's naked upper body was bronzed, and his muscles were as knotted as the roots of an old tree.
The chest and arms are covered with ferocious animal head totems pierced with hot magic cinnabar.
A white bear fur skirt is tied around her waist.
The corners of the skirt are decorated with bronze bells and wolf teeth.
The woman wore scarlet fox tail hair woven into a short skirt, and her bare calves were covered with bone rings.
The tail feathers and dark iron bone spurs of the Icefield Snow Falcon are stuck in her hair.
His face was painted with red and white witchcraft runes.
The moment Jiang Yantian landed on the altar.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" More than a dozen shirtless Northern Barbarians men beat the giant drum.
The drum beat was dull, causing fine ripples to appear on the ice beneath my feet.
As the drum beat sounded, the Northern Barbarians people on the outermost layer stomped their feet alternately on the ice.
The rhythm changes from slow to fast, and ice shards fly under the stamp.
A halo of runes burning with demonic fire actually appeared on the edge of the ring.
"Dancing?"
"Roar!!" Suddenly!
Hundreds of people roared powerfully in unison, and the sound penetrated the cold wind and echoed over the ice sheet.
They bent over and bent their knees, forming strange seals with their hands, with their left hand touching their chest and their right hand pointing toward the sky.
Northern Barbarians people on the second floor also started to rotate.
In their hands they waved totem poles wrapped with bloody strips of cloth.
The magic core inlaid on the top of the pillar emits a faint red light as it dances.
It casts twisted shadows on the ice, like a group of demons dancing wildly.
The innermost shamans danced a more complex sacrificial dance.
One foot is touching the ground, the other leg is straight back like an arrow, sometimes the hands are spreading like an eagle, sometimes like a poisonous snake spitting out a message.
He chanted something unknown "Qi Ba".
Jiliguala.
On the exposed skin, those cinnabar totems came to life.
The wolf head totem opens its mouth and spits out magic flames, while the snake-shaped totem swims under the skin.
Echoing the aura on Jiang Yantian's body, the cold air in the entire ice sheet began to stir.
An old witch wearing snow-white yak skin and a unicorn ice beast skull on his head.
He tremblingly held a bone blade inlaid with magic crystals and walked out of the crowd.
He raised the bone blade high above his head and bowed deeply to Jiang Yantian.
The magic crystal on the bone blade suddenly burst out with dazzling red light, shining directly into the sky.
Jiang Yantian is still a little confused.
Don't know what happened at all.
The three girls Leng Ning above are also confused.
This kind of sacrifice has never been seen before.
"These are Northern Barbarians people!" Shi Jin'er asked.
Leng Ning nodded. "Well, it is no exaggeration to say that Eternal Icefield is the territory of Northern Barbarians people."
"These people lived in this land countless years ago."
"They offered sacrifices to His Majesty Devil Emperor. Could it be considered as recognizing the Lord?" Liu Ye also asked curiously.
Leng Ning shook his head. "Probably not, Northern Barbarians people always only listen to the words of the Holy Witch."
"But there won't be a holy witch for hundreds of millions of years. If a holy witch doesn't come out, Northern Barbarians people are in a state of division and will never recognize their master again."
"What's more, my husband is not from Northern Barbarians."
Being in the same place, Leng Ning is still clear about some basic things.
Extreme Cold Island is right on the edge of the ice sheet, and some things are easy to know.
The C-bone blade below suddenly moved when Jiang Yantian landed.
In an instant, the dark clouds above Eternal Icefield were torn apart, revealing a blood-moon-like evil eye.
The demonic eye blended with the demonic energy around Jiang Yantian, dyeing the entire festival dance scene a strange dark purple.
"The world is burned with demonic flames and frozen for eternity. Lord Holy Witch, the wait is here, the wait is finally here!"
"You have been waiting for endless years, and finally it is here. Wake up!"
Old Witch Zhu burst into tears for no apparent reason and suddenly raised his voice.
The others also started shouting.
The sound waves rose again and again.
They quickened their dance pace, and the strong men on the outside began to bang their chests against each other's totem poles.
It makes a muffled "bang bang" sound.
Still bleeding.
"Self-mutilation?" Jiang Yantian looked at them, becoming more and more curious.
And it feels strangely familiar.
Their blood flowed down the pillar and formed blood-red magic patterns on the ice.
The dancer on the middle level threw up the bone spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear drew an arc in the air.
Precisely inserted around Jiang Yantian.
Forming a magic array composed of eighteen bone spears.
At the eye of the formation, black ice crystals began to spread outward along the ice surface.
Jiang Yantian raised his eyes slightly, and involuntarily, as if out of habit, he stretched out his right hand and held it with five fingers.
The bone spears stuck on the ice suddenly trembled, and the magic crystals on the spear tips exploded at the same time.
It turned into eighteen bloody streams of light and headed towards a huge iceberg in the distance.
Seeing this, the Northern Barbarians people's dance suddenly stopped, and they all fell to their knees.
His forehead was pressed against the cold magic lines.
The totem on his body shines brightly.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Yantian asked.
It seems that except for the old wizard Zhu, no one else here can speak human language.
They are all screaming.
Old Wu Zhu did not speak, but stepped forward.
Suddenly he took out a huge stone tablet.
Banged to the ground.
Jiang Yantian Watch carefully.
There are chiseled carvings on both sides of the stele.
"The demonic fire burns the world and displays its power."
"Thousands of years of cold nights have left me heartbroken."
"The soul of the shaman must be robbed and await the emperor's return."
"I will thank Cang Huan today for crying out loud."
Jiang Yantian frowned.