The Blood Song of the Three Realms Chapter 21: New Year’s Ancestor Worship (Part 2)

Therefore, the one hundred and twenty-seven uncharacterized Yin clansmen who are eligible to enter the ancestral temple are all strong. As aggressive as a sword's edge, Yin Xuege felt as if his whole body was being cut by a knife, and couldn't help frowning.

After this, they are members of the "Ji" generation of the Yin family.

The elders of the Tianzi generation of the Yin clan spent most of their time sleeping in coffins.

The elders of the local generation, they formed the elders group, the highest authority of the Yin family, adjudicating major disputes in the family, controlling the development direction of the family, and being in charge of the family's diplomatic relations with other rich blood demon families.

Needless to say, the clansmen of the unlettered generation are at an age when their strength is rapidly improving. They retreat and practice hard, and basically ignore family affairs.

As for the Yin clan members of the extreme generation, such as Yin Jihuang and Yin Jikun, they shared the actual power of the family, and all the affairs and halls were under their control. For the clansmen of the extreme generation, entering the ancestral temple to participate in the family ancestor worship ceremony has an extraordinary meaning. This represents their influence in the family, and represents the views of the family elders and elders on them!

"Yin Jihuang!"

As Yin Xuege expected, the first person to step into the ancestral temple was Yin Jihuang, the first member of the extreme generation of the Yin clan.

"Yin Jishuo!"

This is the seventh member of the extreme generation of the Yin Clan, the Lord of the Yin Clan's Appreciation Palace, responsible for recording the meritorious deeds of the clansmen, and issuing jade slips or various rewards.

"Yin Jixuan!"

This is the eleventh member of the extreme generation of the Yin clan, the master of the internal affairs of the Yin clan, responsible for all internal affairs of the Yin clan, managing countless blood slaves, blood slaves, and even the Yin clan's internal guards hands. Others, such as the expansion and repair of the Yin city-state, are also in charge of him alone.

Clan members of the extreme generation of the Yin clan walked into the ancestral temple one after another, but Yin Xuege never heard Yin Jikun's name!

There were exactly thirty-six members of the Jizi generation who finally stepped into the Yin clan's ancestral temple! They are either the master of a hall, or the chief deacon, or the commander of a certain Yin army, etc. But among these people, there is no Yin Jijun, the master of the **** battle, nor Yin Jiliao, the master of the foreign affairs hall!

"Wait here. After the ancestor worship ceremony, the Yin clan's annual martial arts ceremony will start immediately! During the ancestor worship ceremony, noise is strictly prohibited, and those who violate the order will be severely punished!" Yin Tianmie came from outside the gate of the ancestral temple. The gloomy and chilling warning sound, followed by the sound of bells and drums, Yin Tianmie's long whistle soared into the sky: "The ancestor worship ceremony of the Yin clan has officially begun. Close the gate of the ancestral temple and invite three sacrifices!"

Yin Xuege looked back, just in time to see Yin Tianmie striding into the ancestral temple with a strange smile on his face. The black lacquered gate of the ancestral temple was closed heavily behind him, and three hundred and sixty Yin warriors in scarlet armor walked slowly behind the gate of the ancestral temple and firmly guarded the gate.

Without Yin Jiwen, indeed without him!

Without Yin Jixuan, there would be no him!

Yin Xuege smiled knowingly, is this also an explanation from the elders of the Yin clan to themselves? Yin Xuege let out a heavy breath, as if vomited out all the grievances of these years. He turned his head and followed Yin Tianjue, who was dancing and kneeling in front of him, and other elders of his family, and kowtowed to the many ghosts and gods of heaven and earth and the ancestors of his family step by step.

A mountain of joss paper money was lit in a huge three-legged bronze tripod, and the flames shot up into the sky. Countless paper money and soot were blown up by the hot air and floated high into the sky with the wind. The sound of bells and drums continued, and the sound of chanting sutras sounded from all directions. Yin Tianjue and other family elders threw a copy of the ancestor worship prayer written by themselves into the Yuanding and burned it, so as to comfort the family ancestors and pray for their protection.

Yin Xuege, who was in a happy mood, was busy in the ancestral temple, but in the square outside the ancestral temple, Yin Jiwan's fair and handsome face had turned dead gray!

Since he took charge of the Bloody Battle Hall, he has never missed the annual ancestor worship ceremony for decades! He is the direct son of the Yin clan, he occupies a high position, he has mastered all the external armed forces of the Yin clan, and he is truly an indispensable member of the core power circle of the Yin clan.

But today, he suffered a great humiliation, and he was mercilessly kicked out of the ranks of ancestor worship! He is not even as good as Yin Xuege, the lucky little guy! Countless clansmen in the square were sneakily looking at Yin Jikun, all kinds of eyes whizzed towards Yin Jikun like countless flying knives, piercing Yin Jikun's skin was scorching hot, and his self-esteem was riddled with holes like a fragile balloon!

He even had hallucinations, he seemed to hear the low snickering of some clansmen who were not on the same path as him in the clan!

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.

Streams of hot blood rushed straight to his forehead. Although the blood demons can be regarded as cold-blooded animals in a certain sense, and they rarely lose control of their emotions, Yin Jikun's eyes turned black for bursts at this moment, and his heart It was beating violently, his blood pressure rose rapidly, and the violent anger in his heart had turned into a monstrous flame of anger, and he had to find a target to vent.

Yin Xuejiao was standing behind Yin Jikun, tremblingly looking at his father's blue-gray face, his heart was fluctuating, his mind was in a mess and he didn't know what he was thinking. His father was actually excluded from the queue of ancestor worship~IndoMTL.com~What does this mean?

His father has lost the trust of the family elders, is he about to lose his power? If there is no power, then how can Yin Xuejiao get additional training resources, how can he still have the speed of training as fast as before? Isn't his future, his future, all ruined?

Suddenly, Yin Jiwan grabbed Yin Xuejiao's shoulders, and his strong fingers made a 'click' sound on his shoulder blades.

In severe pain, Yin Xuejiao, who didn't dare to call out, heard his father's voice transmission, which was as subtle as an ant's language: "At the martial arts ceremony later, only victory is allowed, and no defeat is allowed! The child of the family is the first in martial arts, you must give me Take it! If you fail, you will no longer be my son! Your younger brother will take your place! His mother will also take your mother's place!"

Yin Xuejiao's hair stood up one by one, and the severe 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 Clan's ancestor worship ceremony ended.

All the members of the Yin clan who participated in the ancestor worship ceremony walked out of the ancestral temple in a file. The bell tower on the east and the drum tower on the west rang at the same time.

A stream of light shone on the square in front of the ancestral temple, and many members of the Yin clan dispersed in all directions.

Accompanied by a low roar, a metal arena with a length of 200 meters and a height of 10 meters slowly rose from the ground.

Yin Tianmie's voice resounded throughout the audience: "Stop talking nonsense, follow the rules of previous years! The Yin Clan's martial arts ceremony will start immediately!"