The whiteboard nested comfortably under the caracal statue under the service of the Blackstone tribesmen. The snake genus has to lie dormant and digest for a long time after a full meal, and the spiritual power in the body of this Flame Hell Demon is very powerful, and Fang Ran cut it is full of essence, which is enough for the tabula rasa to digest for a while. Let it nest under the caracal statue as a mascot, just so that you can safely turn the benefits you get from the Hellish Demon into your own use.

was regarded as the incomparably respected ancestor Bailong, and the treatment of the tabula rasa was to the extreme. Not only enjoyed the most noble altar, but also some people offered a variety of food preserved in the clan as offerings, among which there were a few shiny fruits, the size of finger belly, placed outside others will not even look at it, but under the cliff, this fruit is extremely precious, and it is also placed in the stone plate on the edge of the altar to show respect for this "dragon".

Yan Jiuweng even arranged for twelve young girls in the clan to scrub the scales of the whiteboard. The water source is not easy to come by here, and each of them holds a stone basin one foot wide and half a foot deep, which is filled with clean water, which is enough for a dozen people to drink for a day or two, but at the moment it is all used to please the "dragon".

Although these twelve girls were ordinary, they were full of a wild sense of power, and Fang Ran's head was drooling when they saw it: "Whew...... It was supposed to be enjoyed......"

Fang Ran laughed and said, "Chai Heniu, you also want thin arms, thin legs and flat chests, which doesn't meet your aesthetics, right?"

Xiao Yan replied seriously: "Who said that? plump is also beautiful, slender is also beautiful, women in the world are in a variety of shapes, different colors, and they don't pick at all." ”

Fang Ran dared to swear that he had never taught Xiao Yi these nonsense, and he didn't know where he learned this set of things, the truth was true, but it was also a little too precocious.

Looking at the twelve girls walking over, Fang Ran noticed that one of them had a different temperament from the rest of the people, and there was also an ochre-painted ornament on his face, and a sharp beast tooth was hung on his neck as a decoration, which didn't look like an ordinary girl, but looked a little similar to the warriors behind him in terms of temperament.

Noticing Fang Ran's gaze, Yan Jiuweng smiled: "That girl is my daughter, Yan June." Although she is a daughter, her qualifications are very good, and she has passed the first level of trials in the clan. The immortal saw the beast tooth on her neck, which was the tooth of an iguana that she had killed during the first trial. The practice here is extremely difficult, but if June can have the guidance of a famous teacher, I believe that her future achievements are limitless. ”

Sure enough, it was the heart of his parents, Yan Jiuweng knew that Fang Ran was from the upper realm, so he began to think of ways to let Fang Ran take his daughter as an apprentice. The so-called cultivation of the Black Stone Department is to lift stones and hunt, in his opinion, the Upper Realm Immortal must have a more exquisite cultivation method, if June is lucky enough to be able to worship under the Upper Immortal Sect, it will not be in vain to her good qualifications.

Fang Ran was silent, where was his own cultivation path that others could learn from? As soon as the Heavenly Machine Roulette came out, all the messy exercises were analyzed, and they were loaded into modules one by one and used as they wanted. How can he do such a thing as accepting disciples and teaching people?

Seeing that Fang Ran didn't respond, Yan Jiuweng thought that the threshold for the Upper Realm Immortals to accept apprentices must be terrifyingly high, and his own daughter regarded it as a treasure herself, although her qualifications could be regarded as good in the Black Stone Department, but she definitely still couldn't enter the eyes of the Upper Immortals.

He didn't know that when Fang Ran heard him say "good qualifications", he secretly used the Heavenly Machine Roulette to investigate June's meridians, and this investigation startled Fang Ran again. The three hundred and sixty meridians that are the same as the human ancestor meridian diagram are clearly visible, which is even more terrifying than the two hundred and forty meridians of Yan Changyong before. This kind of qualification can no longer be described as good or not, the so-called 36,000 heavenly jealousy assets outside, but in Fang Ran's opinion, the so-called heavenly jealousy assets are not worthy of lifting shoes compared to the little girl in front of her. Fang Ran's current eight meridians plus the ancient scroll of river tracing are enough to confront ordinary Dao Chu head-on, if you add some calculations, even a Dao Chu like Li Hai, who is known for his strong combat effectiveness, can give Yin, if this little girl embarks on the correct path of cultivation, how strong will it be? I dare not think about it.

This also gave Fang Ran an incomparable headache. If it is an ordinary meridian situation, it is not difficult to sell a favor and accept an apprentice, and then find a book with the same Taoist attributes from the Xuanmen dossier library to pass it on, but with this kind of perfect qualification, Fang Ran is restrained. Even if he wanted to pass on the river tracing scroll to this little girl, but even the Heavenly Machine Roulette was still stuck in the analysis of the fourth stage, who knows if there are any other holes in it that have not been filled, in case the little girl goes wrong according to Fang Ran's half-understood river tracing scroll practice, and the qualification is wasted, it is a life.

Therefore, Fang Ran said to Yan Jiuweng: "Let's put aside the matter of accepting apprentices for the time being, and let's talk about it after thinking about going out from here first." You mentioned qualifications as well, how do you go about testing a person's qualifications?"

This is what Fang Ran is most concerned about. Outside, a person's qualifications are measured by the number of meridians penetrated, and 10,800 is better than 9,600 qualifications. Yan Changyong, who has two hundred and forty meridians, and Yan June, who has three hundred and sixty meridians, are considered to have good qualifications, and many of the other warriors have more than nine thousand six hundred meridians, which is already a rare qualification for the beginning of the Dao outside, but I don't see any praise for Yan Jiuweng.

Yan Jiuweng thought to himself that the upper immortal was indeed the upper immortal, and if he asked how the Black Stone Department tested his qualifications, he naturally knew how big the gap was with the upper realm, and he didn't rashly agree or refuse, he was really a model for his generation who was thoughtful.

He pointed to the altar of the caracal statue nested on the tabula rasa, and replied respectfully: "When the children reach adulthood, the witch sacrifice prays to the dragon altar, and the dragon altar will fall rainbow light, divided into white, blue, purple, gold, and red jade, white is the lowest qualification, and jade is the highest. The rock Changyong was golden back then, and the jade color that fell in June. ”

Fang Ran's heart was shocked, but what he did was two things.

One is that such an ordinary-looking altar can really play a role in identifying qualifications. And looking at the number of ways to identify, I am afraid that it is really communicating some kind of unknowable or even unspeakable power, otherwise how can the qualifications that meet the qualifications of the Ancestor Meridian Diagram be assessed as the best qualifications? But Fang Ran swept and swept with the Heavenly Machine Roulette, and the result of modeling and analysis was that this was an ordinary altar, with a winding lava tributary surrounding a huge black stone, on which stood a hideous beast bone caracal, and there was no other fluctuation of Dao rhyme. Could it be because of the witch sacrifice ability?

The second is the distinction of rainbow colors. The grading of members of each level within the Xuanmen is exactly the same as the color used for the grading of qualifications here, if it is only two or three colors, it can still be used to say the past, but the order of the seven colors is exactly the same, which makes Fang Ran care very much.

At the very least, it shows that this distinction was not just a casual idea, but is likely to be traced back to the same source.

"Xuanmen...... Is it really just a businessman?" Fang Ran muttered in his heart, and then asked himself, "Obviously not. I went back and asked the old man to go. ”

Yan Jiuweng placed Fang Ran in a stone house closest to the caracal altar, saying that it was a stone house, but it was actually a stone cave carved out of the mountain, but it was much bigger, and there was a stone bed in it, which was neatly covered with a spliced animal skin. The skin of the animal is rough to the outside, and it is obvious that the rough skin and thick flesh of the various beasts that inhabit this poor mountain and bad water is a basic skill.

But fortunately, Fang Ran was not picky, and he was also very tired physically and mentally after the successive battles, so he lay there and meditated on pranayama.

Outside, the Black Stone Department slowly became lively. People from the upper realm are very new to them, even if they don't believe in legends, but it is exciting to be able to change to an environment that is easier to live in. Of course, the most important thing is the Hellish Demon that Fang Ran gave them.

This big fish has plagued for more than a hundred years, and many people of the Black Stone tribe have heard the sad past when their ancestors were dragged into the Red Flame Sea and burned into charcoal, and the so-called hatred can not eat its flesh raw, and now this scourge is in front of them, waiting for the old people in the tribe to cut the meat. It's much more delicious than the mushrooms that grow under the foot of the stone wall.

Fang Ran hid in the stone house, and the whiteboard nested on the altar naturally became the focus of everyone, and from time to time, the clansmen who had received the fish and meat stepped forward to tear off another piece from their own piece of meat and enshrine it under the altar, and then worship and thank the white dragon for still remembering their remnants.

The corpse of the mountain-like Great Demon of the Burning Hell was quickly skillfully removed by the old people until only the bones remained, and the solid and complete bones were collected as materials for weapons or tools. The bones that have been impregnated by Dao Yun will also carry supernatural powers, and their hardness is not even inferior to the surrounding dark stone walls, and they are even easier to process.

The remaining part of the bones were lifted by the warriors, and carefully stacked under the caracal altar, and the whiteboard looked at the bones with some confusion, thinking that I am full, you can keep this for yourself, or let the little girls just now continue to come and wipe the scales.

The warriors laid down their bones and slowly retreated, clearing the wide expanse of flat ground beneath the altar. The crowd parted, and out came an old man with a white beard, who held a large, slender animal bone in his hand, which should be shaped like a hind leg, and the surface was polished.

As soon as the old man walked out, the whole clan became silent, and no one dared to speak. Yan Jiuweng said loudly: "Welcome the witch festival!"

The old man walked forward slowly, and the faces of the Blackstone tribesmen were solemn, and the whiteboard looked nervous, for fear that he would be sacrificed in the next moment. But Fang Ran didn't make a sound, how dare it move, and could only watch the strange witch sacrifice approach step by step.

Fang Ran was lying on his back on the stone bed, but in fact, he divided most of his mind at the caracal altar, sensing the appearance of this witch sacrifice, Fang Ran silently concentrated all the seventy percent of the computing power of the Heavenly Machine Roulette, for fear of missing any detail.

But until the witch priest raised the bone staff in his hand and recited the prayer to the caracal, the celestial roulette wheel could not resolve the slightest abnormal fluctuation.

In the solemnity of the crowd, a prayer was quickly read, everything remained unchanged, Fang Ran laughed at himself: "I'm nervous?" Also, this witch sacrifice has no cultivation at all, and the prayers are all wishing everything to go smoothly and feeling the mercy of the white dragon, if such a prayer can really summon something, then there is a ghost......"

Before the words fell, a vague will suddenly fell, although it was very faint but extremely thick, exuding a fierce spirit that wanted to make the world surrender.

Fang Ran was almost all about sensing the abnormalities around the altar, his spirit was highly concentrated, and when this will fell, he was almost equivalent to directly facing it with his face, and he directly spurted out a mouthful of blood, crying bitterly in his heart while spurting blood. Such a domineering will came suddenly, he was not prepared at all, and being able to withdraw his spirit in a hurry could already be regarded as a timely response.

looked at the whiteboard again, there was no reaction at all, lying there in a daze and watching the witch sacrifice and praying, but he looked around with a puzzled face, and saw Fang Ran vomiting blood, and shouted excitedly: "Mother, don't die!"

Fang Ran smiled bitterly: "I can't die...... Do you feel something?"

Xiao Yan sniffed the air carefully and replied, "Very familiar feeling......

"It's not just familiar, it's the same as the will that came before we fell. The will in the wilderness is raging and angry, but here the will is much calmer. The most important thing is that the witch priest prays against the altar, and this will falls in response to the prayer, which is like ......"

Fang Ran was silent when he said this, he didn't say the rest of the words, but Xiao Yan could already understand what Fang Ran meant. This will has different reactions to different people, the origin of the true martial boat is unknown and collided with its territory, this will will shoot down the true martial boat directly, and the fierce sea on the wilderness reveals the rhyme of four steps, this will is suppressed with anger, at this moment the black stone department prays and prays, this will comes much more peacefully, and even can feel a trace of pity.

It's as if the owner of the will is still alive, not a skeleton and a remnant of a tyrannical will that has fallen for thousands of years.

"Are you sure this is you who fell back then?

Xiao Yan shyly twisted his snow-white body: "Mother, if they say that it is a dragon of another color, it is just that, the white dragon, the supreme of the best, where can it be casually pulled out of a hundred or so pieces? It is estimated that the whining deity is getting closer and closer, and the dragon remains resonate with the will of the whimper, so it will be like coming to life!"

On the Caracal Altar, the bones of the Great Demon of the Flame Hell had become as white as jade, and they no longer had the appearance of a trace of blood and pale yellow when they were first removed.

The witch priest respectfully stacked these bones under the caracal, and it looked like the caracal's body had extended a part, making it more slender but not less hideous. Every bone that made up the caracal was as white as jade, and Fang Ran was secretly frightened, could it be that every time a new bone was added, that will fall like this again?