"By the way, doesn't Dong Tianxie know Zhang Xing? Let's invite him here. Maybe Zhang Xing will come back to find him."
Miss Liu suddenly remembered the conversation between Zhang Xing and Dong Tianxie in the arena.
"Yes, yes!
Let's invite Dong Tianxie to our house … "
The Liu family's aunts were all in a mess. Some went east, some went west, but they all went out to find Dong Tianxie.
At this time, Zhang Xing was going straight from the central plains to Mount Xiqi in the southwest without stopping.
A thousand years ago, Mount Dengfeng was occupied by the Xiqi tribe and was renamed Mount Xiqi.
Half a month later, Zhang Xing arrived at Mount Xiqi.
"I wonder if Brother Farmer is here?"
Zhang Xing looked at the mountain full of pine trees and couldn't help but frown.
He and the farmer didn't leave a way to contact each other. How was he supposed to find him?
There were many races in the southwest region. There were very few cities, and most of them lived in tribes.
It was said that they were all descendants of the Divine Forsaken Tribe. When the Divine King was gone, this tribe gradually split into dozens of tribes.
Later, they fought countless wars in order to fight for cultivation resources.
Today, the powerful Divine Forsaken Tribe had declined into hundreds of small tribes.
These people still lived in the primeval forest and followed their ancient habits.
Today was the Xiqi tribe's annual day of sacrifice.
In ancient times, they used the blood of their enemies to worship their ancestors.
Now, their enemies were people from other tribes who used to be their ancestors.
At this time, two long horns sounded on Mount Xiqi. The people of the tribe were topless, and their bodies were covered in colorful patterns.
Their hair was disheveled, and they were dancing a strange dance.
On the top of the mountain, there was a three-meter tall altar carved with a soaring black dragon.
This was the totem of the Xiqi tribe.
Every year, they used the blood of their enemies to worship their faith.
Below the black dragon, a man with disheveled hair and a dirty face was tied up in chains made of cold iron.
This man was the farmer Zhang Xing was looking for.
He was an old friend of the Mount Dengfeng tribe. When he came to join them, his old friend's tribe had been destroyed, and he was captured as a survivor of the Mount Dengfeng tribe.
The farmer was disheartened. With his cultivation sealed, he could only allow himself to be slaughtered.
Although he was unlucky, he didn't blame the heavens or accuse others. He only lamented that he wasn't strong enough!
The noon sun slowly moved to the center of the world, and the sound of the horn suddenly stopped.
A muscular old man, who was about two meters tall and wore a black dragon mask, arrived in front of the farmer.
He brandished the dagger in his hand and drank a mouthful of wine.
He spat out the wine in his mouth onto the farmer's chest.
"Lord Black Dragon God, your people have prepared fresh blood for you. Please have a taste!
May you bless us and keep us safe for all eternity! "
After he finished speaking, the dagger in his hand flashed coldly, and he was about to stab the farmer in the chest.
"Roar!"
But at this moment, an earth-shattering roar came from the sky.
The old man's arm trembled as he raised his head to look at the sky.
Whoosh!
With a flash of silver light, a huge dragon suddenly appeared above their heads.
"Giant dragon!"
The old man was stunned. Everyone else in the tribe stopped what they were doing and stared blankly at the sky.
With a clang, the old man's dagger fell on the rock of the altar. It rolled down the steps a few times and stopped moving.
"Lord Black Dragon God has appeared!"
Many people immediately became excited.
However, the old man was awakened by the sound of the dagger falling. He frowned.
"Not the Black Dragon God?
He's not our Dragon God! "
The old man pointed at the sky and roared loudly.
A large portion of the Divine Forsaken Clan worshipped dragons.
However, they had to distinguish between the types of dragons.
Some tribes worshipped white dragons, some worshipped golden dragons, and some worshipped blue dragons …
In short, as long as it wasn't the totem of their tribe, then it was an enemy.
Moreover, the old man quickly discovered that it was a real dragon, and there was a young man standing on it.
"Who are you?
What business do you have with my Xiqi tribe? "
The old man calmed down and asked cautiously.
"I'm looking for someone!"
Zhang Xing said indifferently.
He had been attracted by the sound coming from here, and he also wanted to ask about the situation of his elder brother.
But as soon as he arrived, he saw the farmer who was locked up, so he asked Long Yi to stop the action of the old man.
"I'm asking who you are and who you're looking for."
The old man guessed that Zhang Xing was most likely from the White Mountain Tribe because the White Mountain Tribe worshipped the white dragon.
However, he observed that the dragon in the sky didn't seem to be a white dragon.
"Who I am is not important. What's important is that you captured my friend.
I order you to release him immediately! "
Zhang Xing looked at the overjoyed farmer, but his ice-cold voice filled with killing intent poured into the old man's ears.
Thump!
The old man's heart trembled and his mind buzzed. He felt as if he had sunk into an endless killing intent.
His cultivation was close to the peak of the fifth tier of the Divine Realm, and he could defeat ordinary peak experts with his totem secret technique.
However, at this moment, he was intimidated by a puny mid-stage fifth tier Divine Realm cultivator. He immediately became angry.
"Brat, who do you think you are? Do you think you can shout in front of me just because you're riding on a dragon?
Our tribe is holding a memorial ceremony, and we don't want to fight with you. Leave quickly!
Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite! "
Old Ancestor Xi Qi was the chief of this tribe, and he was also a vicious person. If Zhang Xing wasn't riding on a dragon, he would have already sent people to capture him and bring him back to worship the Black Dragon God.
"You can worship him, but you can't use my friend's blood. I'll give you three breaths of time to release him. Otherwise, I'll … destroy your Xi Qi tribe!"
Although Zhang Xing's tone was calm, his last sentence was filled with a monstrous bloody aura!
Everyone in the Xi Qi tribe couldn't help but shudder.
They looked at Zhang Xing at the same time. They weren't afraid of Zhang Xing, but the dragon was.
Dragons were gods in their hearts. They were born with a sense of oppression. Although it wasn't the Black Dragon Tribe that they worshipped, it was still a divine creature on the same level.
"Brat, don't think that we're afraid of you. We respect dragons!"
Old Ancestor Xi Qi's eyelids twitched.
"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't hand him over, die!" Zhang Xing raised three fingers. "Three breaths of time is up!"
"Sigh!
Looks like you're determined to be our enemy! "
Old Ancestor Xi Qi slowly took off his mask and respectfully placed it at a corner of the altar.
He grabbed at the air with his right hand.
Whoosh!
A dragon-headed walking stick suddenly appeared in his hand.
"Black Dragon Formation!"
Old Ancestor Xi Qi raised his arm and shouted. The dragon-headed walking stick flashed with black light, and a large amount of black clouds shot out.
Soon, a black dragon was formed in the air.
At the same time, all the tribesmen in the tribe prostrated themselves on the ground and put their palms together.
Weng weng weng …
A strange sound came from their mouths and floated toward the black dragon in the air.
The originally illusory dragon quickly solidified with the help of the sound.
Old Ancestor Xi Qi didn't dare to be careless against Long Yinian. He immediately used his strongest move.
Boom boom boom …
Just as the sound was being chanted, the entire Xi Qi Mountain shook.
The dragon totems carved in the dark corners of the mountain slowly floated up.
Three hundred and sixty Black Dragon Totems!