Liquor is a strong throat liquor, and the dish is a Haikou bowl.

Jiang Buyong picked up the first glass of wine, and Feng Nianchu, Feng Nianwu, and many other human races all raised their glasses together above his head.

"The first glass of wine, respect the heroic spirit who died in battle!"

"Wow!"

Countless members of the tribe who watched the ceremony knelt down and bowed to the sky three times and nine bows.

The heroic spirit who died in battle...

Qin Yichen thought of Feng Lieyun, Hao Cangyun, and those ancestors who hugged Kong Wu and questioned that you really are Human Race.

I think of the ancestors of Dayi, who exchanged life for the sky of the human race, the sun, the moon and the stars rise and fall, and my human race controls itself!

Only the **** battle of the ancestors can exchange the peace of descendants!

This first glass of wine, be a hero to the dead!

Jiang Buyong raised his glass again, his eyes red.

"Second glass of wine, respect the charcoaled creatures!"

Qin Yichen thought of what the ancestors of Dayi had said, that thousands of people were roasted to death by the nine golden crows and reduced to death. He had never seen that scene, and could not imagine what kind of **** it was?

He remembered that at the Dao Sovereign's feast, those gods and demons cooked the human race into delicacies, feasting on them, and miserable.

This second glass of wine should be a respect for the charcoaled creatures!

Jiang Buyong toasted three times: "This third glass of wine... To the heroes who threw their heads for my human race!"

The previous two cups of wine, one cup was thrown to the sky, two cups spilled, and the third cup should have been drunk in one sip, but Jiang Buyong did not act.

"Mr."

I saw Kong Wu holding a sea bowl in both hands, walking dignifiedly in front of Qin Yichen.

Qin Yichen was stunned. Even though he wanted to drink this glass of wine, he also wanted to say that he was a human race, but he didn't dare to stretch out his hand, because Emperor Que was sitting next to him, and he was also sitting in the position of Emperor Que, Emperor Liang Son .

Emperor Que frowned slightly, but didn't speak. He was here to observe the ceremony. This ceremony was dedicated to the ancestors of the human race and had nothing to do with his Emperor Que.

"Little friend Feng."

Jiang Buyong looked back and smiled faintly: "Back then, Xiaoyou Feng's magical sword was mounted on Jiang, and Jiang thought Xiaoyou Feng was a sword and shield that wanted to use my clan to fight against the emperor."

"I don't mention any mistakes, but the Lich Daoxu group, thanks to the little friend Feng...In short, they are all in the wine!"

After all, Jiang Buyong shouted loudly: "Emperor! Jiang asked Emperor Xu Feng to drink this cup together!"

Emperor Que thought for a while and nodded slightly, but Qin Yichen got up when he saw it and solemnly took the Haiwan.

"The third cup of wine, to the hero who threw his head and blood on my race!"

After murmured from the bottom of his heart, Qin Yichen raised his head, looked at Jiang Buyong on the altar, and raised his glass: "Go!"

"dry!"

Thousands of words are in the wine!

After sacrificing the three wines and cutting the six animals, Qin Yichen was immersed in the majesty of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, but suddenly felt a slight tremor in the sky, as if countless spirits in the sky opened their eyes and looked at them!

That wave of volatility spread over the Yanhuang Palace, faint and majestic, very strange, Qin Yichen only felt that the faintness was because of the extreme distance, and the majestic because of the majestic!

When Dique saw this, his complexion condensed and he slowly got up: "Not good..."

"Patriarch Jiang, Ling's ancestor worship ceremony, stop here."

The child riding on the shoulders of an adult looked at the sky, afraid and surprised: "This is... the ancestor has appeared! Grandpa, the ancestor has appeared!"

Jiang Buyong looked at the sky, his eyes were red, and his face was cloudy and sunny. He seemed to be extremely sad and angry. But after a long time, he seemed to bow his head to the sky and said hoarsely: "The ancestors have sacrificed, and the future generations are angry and strong!"

"Close the altar!"

Feng Sui Flag and Yanhuang Flag fell slowly again, leaving Qin Yichen with a stunned expression.

He also felt the majestic fluctuation just now, and it caused a storm in his heart.

"What's the situation? Is it really the ancestor's manifestation?"

In this regard, Qin Yichen is still skeptical.

When he was in the Continent of Ten Thousand Nationalities, his father returned to the Qin Mansion, and he also went to worship his ancestors. When he was in the Lin family, he also accompanied Lin Miaohan to visit the ancestral hall of the Lin family.

Burning paper on the grave is a household name.

But after the worship, nothing happened, and the ancestor worship ceremony in Yanhuang Palace looked the same to Qin Yichen.

The ancestors have passed away, but the spirit is worthy of their inheritance and remembrance, but other than that, Qin Yichen didn't think there would be any strange signs of power and chaos.

But that volatility...

Qin Yichen was startled suddenly, maybe, there is some power he doesn't know! Perhaps, the ancestors were alive in the sky, not just talking!

It is possible!

Because the ancestors of the Qin family were all mundane in the final analysis, to Qin Yichen nowadays, they were all mundane if they never became immortals.

When they drive to the west, they are really dead, because they are all mundane.

But the ancestors of the human race are different! Not only Human Race, True Dragon Race, Phoenix Race, and all brothers and sisters are different!

Their ancestors, in terms of power, are all shimmering existences of ancient and modern times!

The realm is different, the vision is different, so Qin Yichen feels that in the spirit of heaven, it is more than an adjective!

But Qin Yichen quickly turned stunned: "No, it's not right, if it is really an ancestor manifestation, Chief Jiang should be very happy, but his expression just now..."

Qin Yichen secretly glanced at Emperor Que and found that he was also very taboo about the fluctuations of the sky. It was not until the Fengsui flag and Yanhuang flag fell, and the fluctuations gradually disappeared after the altar was closed.

At this moment, Emperor Que was relieved, and Jiang Buyong also came, arching his fist and said, "Thank you, Emperor, for coming to the ceremony."

Emperor Que waved his hand and sighed: "The ancestor of the Ling clan is really not that easy to worship."

Jiang Buyong bowed his head and said nothing, and came to observe the ceremony just by the way to Emperor Que. What he really cares about is the reconstruction of the human alchemy.

"The emperor, please move the inner hall."

Qin Yichen also followed Emperor Que into the inner hall, leaving only the pillars of Jiang Buyong, Kong Wu and other human races.

After Emperor Que looked around, he slowly asked, "Patriarch Jiang, the uprising of my clan is imminent. You also know that this world is going to change eventually. The pill is indeed a great help."

"Ling Clan now, how many available alchemists?"

When it came to this, Jiang Buyong couldn't help showing sadness.

"Return to Emperor, there are very few who condense the original spirit..."

Alchemy Dao must be rebuilt, whether it is for the Emperor Que clan or the Human Clan himself.

But now the dilemma facing the two races is that there are formulas, the Materia Medica and many alchemy efforts have finally been recovered, but there are few alchemists!

"The emperor didn't know anything. When the emperor declared to protect my Yanhuang Palace, those gods and demons saw it badly and took the opportunity to abduct many alchemists from our clan. Many of the alchemists who could not be taken were killed..."

The alchemist Jiang Buyong mentioned was the alchemist that was once raised in captivity by all races.

Even to say something ugly, before the alliance of the two races, the Human race had almost no alchemy of its own race! Emperor Que frowned slightly, and groaned: "Pills are important things. Does the clan still have a way to cultivate gods?"