Therefore, the one hundred and twenty-seven unnamed Yin tribesmen who are qualified to enter the ancestral temple are all strong men. The evil energy exuding from their bodies is extremely strong, dense and evil, and their blood and energy are mixed together like the edge of a sword.
The same aggressiveness forced Yin Xuege to feel like his whole body was being cut by knives, and he couldn't help but frown.
After this, there are the people of the Yin clan’s ‘Ji’ generation.
The elders of the Tianzi generation of the Yin tribe spend most of their time sleeping in coffins.
The elders of the Di generation form the highest authority body of the Yin family, the Elders Council, which adjudicates the family's major disputes, controls the family's development direction, and is also responsible for the family's diplomatic relations with other blood demon wealthy families.
Needless to say, the tribesmen of the Wuzi generation are at an age where their strength is rapidly improving. They practice hard in seclusion and basically ignore family affairs.
The Yin clan members of the Ji generation, such as Yin Jihuang and Yin Jiyan, are in charge of the actual power of the family, and all affairs are under their control. For the Ji generation clan members, they are in charge of the actual power of the family.
Entering the ancestral temple to participate in the family ancestor worship ceremony has extraordinary significance. This represents their influence within the family and the views of the family elders and elders on them!
"Yin Jihuang!"
As expected by Yin Xuege, the first person to step into the ancestral temple was Yin Jihuang, the first member of the Yin clan's generation.
"Yin Jishuo!"
This is the seventh member of the top generation of the Yin tribe. He is the master of the Yin tribe's Merit Reward Hall. He is responsible for recording the meritorious deeds of the tribe and issuing jade slips or various awards.
"Yin Jixuan!"
This is the eleventh member of the Yin Clan's generation, the master of the Yin Clan's Internal Affairs Palace. He is responsible for all internal affairs of the Yin Clan, managing countless blood servants, blood slaves, and even the Yin Clan's internal guards. Others are in his hands.
For example, the expansion and repair of the Yin city-state were all handled by him alone.
One after another, the most senior members of the Yin tribe walked into the ancestral temple, but Yin Xuege never heard Yin Jishen's name!
There were exactly thirty-six members of the Ji clan who finally entered the Yin clan's ancestral temple! They were either the master of a palace, the chief deacon, or the commander of a certain Yin clan troop, etc. But among these people, there was no bloody battle.
The master of the palace, Yin Jizhen, does not have the master of the foreign affairs palace, Yin Jiliao!
"You are waiting here. After the ancestor worship ceremony, the Yin tribe's annual martial arts performance ceremony will begin immediately! During the ancestor worship ceremony, it is strictly forbidden to make noise, and those who violate the order will be severely punished!" Yin Tianmie's solemn and solemn voice came from outside the ancestral temple door.
The warning sounded, followed by the loud sound of bells and drums, and the roar of Yin Tianmie soared into the sky: "The ancestor worship ceremony of the Yin people has officially begun. The gate of the ancestral temple is closed, and three animals are invited to be sacrificed!"
Yin Xuege looked back, and he happened to see Yin Tianmie striding into the ancestral temple with a strange smile. The dark ancestral temple door was closed heavily behind him, and 360 people wearing bloody armor
The Yin warriors slowly walked behind the ancestral temple gate and firmly guarded the door.
Without Yin Jiyan, there is indeed no him!
Without Yin Jixuan, there would be no him either!
Yin Xuege smiled knowingly. This could be regarded as an explanation from the elders of the Yin tribe to him. Yin Xuege exhaled heavily, as if he had vomited out all the grievances he had accumulated over the years. He turned around and
, Yin Tianjue and other elders of the family, who followed the dance in front and knelt down, knelt and saluted step by step to many ghosts, gods and ancestors of the family.
A mountain of incense candles and paper money were lit in a huge three-legged bronze tripod, and the flames shot up into the sky. The ashes of countless paper money were blown up by the hot air and floated high into the sky with the wind. The sound of bells and drums was continuous, and chants were heard from all directions.
As the sutra sounded, Yin Tianjue and other family elders threw a copy of their own handwritten ancestor prayers into the round tripod and burned them, in order to comfort the family ancestors and pray for their blessings.
Yin Xuege, who was in a happy mood, was busy in the ancestral temple, but in the square outside the ancestral temple, Yin Jihan's fair and handsome face had turned deathly gray!
Since he took charge of the Bloody Battle Palace, he has never missed the annual ancestor worship ceremony for decades! He is the direct son of the Yin tribe, he occupies a high position, and he controls all the external armed forces of the Yin tribe. He is the real
He is truly an indispensable member of the Yin people's core power circle.
But today, he suffered a great shame and humiliation. He was kicked out of the ancestor worship service without mercy! He was not even as good as a lucky little guy like Yin Xuege! Countless tribesmen in the square were secretly looking at Yin Jiyan with all kinds of looks.
It was like countless flying knives whizzing towards him, piercing Yin Jishan's face with burning heat, and piercing his self-esteem like a fragile balloon with holes in it!
He even had hallucinations. He seemed to hear the low snickers of some members of the family who were at odds with him!
Although he knew that no one dared to make a sound during the ancestor worship ceremony in the ancestral temple, he still felt that he did hear laughter.
Waves of hot blood rushed straight to his forehead. Although the blood demon clan can be regarded as cold-blooded animals in a sense, they rarely lose control of their emotions, but at this moment, Yin Jihan's eyes were turning black, and his heart was beating violently.
Suddenly, his blood pressure rose rapidly, and the violent anger in his heart turned into a raging flame. He had to find a target to vent his anger.
Yin Xuejiao stood behind Yin Jihan. He looked at his father's slate-grey face tremblingly, his heart was in a state of confusion, and his mind was so messed up that he didn't know what he was thinking. His father,
What does it mean to be excluded from the ancestor worship queue?
His father has lost the trust of the family elders, will he lose the power in his hands? If he loses the power, how can Yin Xuejiao get additional training resources? How can he still be as fast as before?
The speed of cultivation? Wasn't his future and his future completely ruined?
Suddenly, Yin Jihan grabbed Yin Xuejiao's shoulder, and his shoulder blades made a clicking sound with her strong fingers.
In severe pain, Yin Xuejiao, who did not dare to cry out, heard his father's voice, as subtle as the language of ants: "In the martial arts ceremony later, only victory is allowed, no defeat! The youngest child in the family is the first in martial arts, you must win it for me!"
If you fail, you will no longer be my son! Your brother will take your place! His mother will also take your mother's place!"
The hairs on Yin Xuejiao's body stood up one by one, and the sharp pain on his shoulder made him gasp. He raised his head, glared at his father fiercely, and then nodded vigorously.
More than an hour later, the Yin people's ancestor worship ceremony ended.
All the Yin people who participated in the ancestor worship ceremony filed out of the ancestral temple. The bell tower in the east and the drum tower in the west rang at the same time. Yin Tianmie walked slowly in front of everyone, and then waved his arms vigorously.
A stream of light shone in the square in front of the ancestral temple, and many Yin people dispersed around.
Accompanied by a low roar, a metal arena two hundred meters long and ten meters high slowly rose from the ground.
Yin Tianmie's voice echoed throughout the audience: "Stop talking nonsense and follow the rules of previous years! The Yin Clan's martial arts ceremony will begin immediately!"