I'm going to make a god

Dragons do appear.

Everyone, including Mi, couldn't help crying out excitedly.

When the huge golden dragon head came out, even the players couldn't help weeping with joy, even if they watched 3D movies, they wouldn't have such a real and surging effect.

The sky and the earth were dim, only a little bit of golden light appeared among the tumbling clouds in the sky. The golden dragon head descended from the sky, and the pair of golden eyes looked at them quietly, exuding endless majesty and awe.

This huge golden dragon slid down from the sky in an instant, as if swimming, and circled around the small altar lightly and sensitively. Swaying lightly, as if embracing.

In the end, the dragon coiled three times, not only enclosing all the clansmen in its translucent body, but the dragon's head stood up high, and Yang Tian let out a roar.

The ancient dragon clan is the kind of love of heaven. They occupy the whole world, they are invincible in all directions, and their descendants are endless, passing on for thousands of years.

Even though these ancient creatures have been completely extinct, their bloodlines have not been cut off. Even if the future will be the human race, the spirit of the dragon is still rooted in the flesh and blood. It has not changed in the endless search for 5000 years.

The sound of the dragon chant spreads in all directions, as if announcing to the world that there is such a tribe, who has inherited the pioneering spirit of the ancient times, has gone from ignorance to civilization, and will stand proudly in the future, standing where the sun rises.

Accompanied by the majestic and majestic dragon chant, everyone in the tribe felt a powerful force rising from the bottom of their hearts. Countless scenes of dragons roaming the sky and sea appeared in their minds. They seemed to have seen the scene of dragons fighting wildly. I also saw the madness and fierceness of the Dragon Clan fighting among themselves, and I also saw the heroic and Ling Ran who never retreated in a desperate situation, and would rather perish together than retreat a step.

The people of the Dragon Tribe actually got the inheritance of the dragon.

The tribal fighters got the most, they gritted their teeth tightly to prevent themselves from crying, tears fell down, and the surging power surged and collided in their bodies. At this moment, they seemed to be able to destroy the world and be invincible.

This is the power from the ancestors.

The players crawling on the ground got the inheritance of dragon blood, and all the data of their bodies have increased a lot, especially Zhang, who is one of the four dancers, his dragon basic combat skills have directly changed from 1.0 to 1.0 (5.0) is an upgradeable version. As long as he continues to practice, he can keep improving his skills, and he doesn't have to worry about changing jobs and training anymore.

At this moment, the hearts of the entire tribe were completely twisted together, and their hot and firm belief and worship went deep into their hearts. From today onwards, they will take the dragon as their dignity and pride, and they will become the heirs of the dragon.

...except Ye Xiaobai and Gong Qianzhong.

Ye Xiaobai has his own inheritance, and doesn't need any tactics from the dragon clan. Even the golden dragon didn't approach the altar at all, but just gently brushed the kneeling orange with its dragon whiskers. As for Gong Qianzhong...

He watched this scene in astonishment, the gas visible to the naked eye solidified and rose from the tribal people, turning into a blazing flame, and the sparks spread in all directions. This is a spiritual belief that he has never understood or understood.

A long time ago, or if a monk embarked on a journey of cultivation, the monk's belief must be himself.

Only by absolutely believing in yourself, absolutely keeping your own consciousness clear, and absolutely controlling the direction of your realm and thinking, can you successfully overcome all kinds of disasters and move towards the other side of success every time you are promoted to a great realm.

In other words, cultivation practice is a process of removing the chaff and saving the chaff, through which one can recognize one's true self and find one's own way.

So Gong Qianzhong couldn't understand the scene in front of him at all.

Why can one commit everything to one faith?Why do people gain strength from this?Won't their spiritual halls collapse because of the collapse of their beliefs?Why can they be so steadfast?

this emotion...

Gong Qianzhong suddenly thought of Zhuang Bie.

Zhuang Bie is the cauldron spirit of the nine tripods in the world. Is he the same as the dragon-shaped totem in front of him, not only the guardian of this land, but also the belief of countless creatures and the earth?

Zhuangbie himself is the spiritual palace of hundreds of millions of people?

Gong Qianzhong is unknown.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized one thing. If things were as he guessed, then he had existed alone since the history of human beings in this land.

Isn't this Zhuangbie lonely?

God in the sky, mother under the earth, we are protected by the spirits of our ancestors.

After a sacrificial ceremony, the spirits of the entire tribe were changed. Even the players walked like wind, looking for ideas for the tribe and dedicating themselves wholeheartedly to the tribe.

Gather up the fighters vigorously, step up training, and send Yue to discuss the alliance with another tribe.

The tribe that served the snake came up almost crying, expressing its willingness to form an alliance with the dragon tribe, and they will be friendly from generation to generation, and there will be no more wars.

After all, the dragon tribe held a sacrificial ceremony. People from thousands of miles away could clearly see the changing color of the sky and the earth during the sacrificial ceremony. The creature named dragon that almost swallowed the entire sky was flying around, making everyone who saw it feel astonished. Couldn't help but kneel down and worship.

Feng Wu was also greatly shocked, and sent envoys to bring gifts overnight to celebrate their successful sacrifice.

As for the last tribe... They migrated resolutely, and if they don't leave, they will probably be merged into the dragon tribe.

Mi finally became the leader of the three tribes, but they were still not eligible to participate in the autumn hunting, because the number of tribesmen was not enough. Even if the tribe of Fengwu and Snake were added, the three tribes only had more than 400 people, a difference of dozens of people. .

Mi is a headache, where can I find someone?

Old man Fang came up with a bad idea that was not an idea: "Let's go out and find someone."

He gave Zhang a wink. Since the end of the sacrificial ceremony, Zhang, as the only person who jumped out of one of the sacrificial dances, successfully entered the tribe's first combat unit, received the best resource training, and he was able to attend high-level meetings.

Zhang immediately understood what old man Fang meant, and he nodded again and again: "Yes, we can go out in teams to search, and we will definitely be able to gather 500 people!"

It's time to unleash the power of the forum, the descendants of the dragon are gathering!

So Gong Qianzhong's claws were almost worn out by stones.

He was so busy that he wanted to paint dragon totem patterns for all the warriors in the tribe.

...the hole I dug by myself, I have to jump down even crying.

Ye Xiaobai's wings can never draw totem runes, but he can help make potions, Ju is by the side to help process medicinal materials, and Xiao is a guard, guarding outside the courtyard where Wu lives.

Every warrior who came in to draw a totem was very excited. They came in respectfully, and exposed the parts they wanted to draw through the curtain. The squirrels behind the curtain only drew one, and three a day. The tired Gong Qianzhong was numb. up.

Drawing totems is very exhausting. Just when Gong Qianzhong was about to explode and didn't want to do it, Zhuang Bie went online to find him. To be exact, he woke up and found that Xie Xiaoshan was going crazy looking for him.

"Now some players have issued a recruitment order on the forum, and I hope that players will try their best to go to the Dragon Tribe in some parts of the Middle East." Xie Xiaoshan was very troubled: "The higher-ups attach great importance to this, and changes in spirit and belief can easily cause immeasurable consequences. "

Zhuang Bie was indifferent to this, he browsed the forum with his mobile phone, communicated with the old man with the goatee and others, and then prepared to take Dahuang directly.

Xie Xiaoshan was a little panicked: "Wait, senior, if you go to the Dragon Tribe, can you help me and ask what's going on?"

He said seriously: "That is our totem after all, we want to find out if it is true or not."

Zhuang Bie just glanced at Xie Xiaoshan, he was still smiling, but the smile didn't flow into his eyes, instead he looked more indifferent.

He said: "I will go and have a look when I come across it." Dragon...

Zhuang Bie suddenly said to Xie Xiaoshan: "In fact, this is a good thing. The stronger the faith and cohesion, the faster the golden dragon you can't find will recover."

Xie Xiaoshan was stunned for a moment after hearing this: "Wait, Jin Longmiao..." His face changed a few times, and finally he gritted his teeth: "I understand, I will fight for it."

Zhuang Bie went online again, this time he didn't use Yu Yuan's slate as a medium, or he recovered nearly a thousand years of memory after waking up this time, these memories are pale and thick, like a road that can never end, He almost got lost on this dark and breathless road.

Only a glowing red thread wound around his finger thinly, connecting to an infinitely distant place.

That was the contract between him and Gong Qianzhong.

In the beginning, this contract was only due to Gong Qianzhong's vigilance, but Zhuang Bie actually didn't take it seriously.

Even without any memory, he still instinctively knew that any contract rooted in this land would have no effect on him, or that he had too many people to endorse and pay for him, allowing him to freely Get rid of any kind of coercion.

He just wants to connect with people, and wants someone to talk with him, but Gong Qianzhong is obviously a practitioner, with a long lifespan, so he should be able to talk together for a long time.

Since Gong Qianzhong feels that the contract is safer, then sign the contract.

But now Zhuang Bie doesn't think so.

On that dark and silent road, there was such a thin thread of flame that seemed to be constantly burning leading him, dancing lightly, so bright, so fresh, so full of vitality, he followed this thread of flame, I even forgot the darkness and loneliness, and the oppression and coldness around me that made people unable to breathe.

In the endless darkness, the fiery red flames are so beautiful.

The beauty is thrilling, and the beauty can no longer move his eyes away.

I want to hold this silk thread tightly, I want to follow the silk thread to firmly insert the source into my body, I want to warm up my body, I want to embrace the sun and the rising sun thoroughly.

I really want to see him.

Zhuang Bie thought carefully about Gong Qianzhong's name, it sounded a little weird at first, but after tasting it again, he found that Gong Qianzhong was hard to see through this person's heart.

What did Gong Qianzhong think?How did he see himself?Will he stay?If not, where would he go?Will he come again?

I'm so unhappy...

When Zhuang Bie silently appeared behind Gong Qianzhong, Gong Qianzhong was having a headache drawing a totem for a person in the tribe with his squirrel paw.

His claws were blistered by the stone, but Gong Qianzhong still didn't let go of his claws.

Although Gong Qianzhong is not a good person, he has always been a person who values ​​the spirit of the contract. Since he agreed to the secret, he will do it.

Zhuang Bie watched the little squirrel draw the totem weakly with drooping eyes. He lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand, and held the stone stick on the little squirrel's paw.

Gong Qianzhong was taken aback for a moment, and when he looked up, Jian Zhuang Bie followed the rune pattern drawn by Gong Qianzhong expressionlessly, drawing it down lightly and softly, and the bright red ink outlined a winding pattern on the opponent's back. The blood-like traces of snakes formed a magnificent pattern.

It was a long, slender dragon flying.