Just when Mo Ling was in doubt, the body of Prajna standing in the field changed again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Just as the momentum on his body continued to rise, Pranya also opened his small mouth and slowly began to chant.

"Life is a conquest, turned into a sword, into a sword, into a myriad of sharp weapons. Help the good people fend off foreign enemies. ”

With the chanting of Prajna, a pale golden light slowly emanated from the various weapons that everyone carried, gathering above Prajna's head.

"Life is a tree, in the hillside meadow, on the cliff, silently taking root and growing, emerging bright green branches and buds. ”

With the chanting of Prajna, the countless trees and herbs in the grove next to him slowly emitted a pale green breath, gathering above the head of Prajna.

"Life is water, it becomes a stream, a river, and the sea. Silently nourishing all things in the world. ”

With the chanting of Prajna, a pale blue aura slowly evaporated from the stream in the night, gathering above Prajna's head.

"Life burns, as hot as a flame, as fervent as the sun. Cast out all the darkness of the world. ”

As Prajna chanted, a pale red aura slowly detached from the bonfire and gathered above Prajna's head.

"Life is perseverance, it is vast, thick and solemn. Defend all those who believe in it. ”

With the chanting of Prajna, a pale yellow aura slowly rose from the earth beneath everyone and gathered above the head of Prajna.

The chanting in her mouth grew faster and faster, and the crowd could no longer hear what she was singing.

However, the five clusters of aura of different colors that had originally gathered in the sky above Prajna's head slowly merged together, gradually merging into a cloud of colorful aura.

"We revere life, there is a certain number of birth, old age, sickness and death, and we follow the trajectory of life. We celebrate life, which gives us hope and guides us to a better future. ”

"I, Prajna, prayed with the most sincere prayer that life would give health to these suffering people around me. ”

As Prajna finished chanting the last few words word by word, the colorful ball of light above her head seemed to have life, and with Pranya's flat hands, it fell towards the wounded warriors around her, and little by little merged into their bodies.

Seeing that the hymn of life was finally completed, Prajna finally couldn't hold it anymore and slowly collapsed to the ground. Casting this ultimate magic on so many people was too much for her. Being able to persevere before falling down was beyond her limits.

Although her body has been severely depleted, there is still a faint smile on her face, and she has finally made her own contribution to her companions.

"Prajna. ”

Seeing this, Lian Bo immediately rushed forward and picked up the paralyzed Panruo. He had seen Prajna sing the full hymn of life before, but at that time, although Prajna was struggling, it was not in such a bad state as it is now.

Pranya felt Lian Bo come to his side and pick him up, and his heart was relieved, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. With a relieved smile on his face, he fainted again.

Suddenly, the field became silent again, and in addition to Prajna, even Lian Bo and Mo Ling and others each fell with a colorful aura. Everyone closed their eyes the moment the light fell on them, immersed in this magical scene.

The wounds on the warriors' bodies slowly healed and formed scars under the nourishment of the hymn of life. Even the mortally wounded warriors felt as if they were in a warm space, warm all over, like a mother's embrace.

After a long time, Mo Ling and the others were the first to wake up, feeling the strangeness of their bodies, and they didn't come back to their senses for a long time.

"Is this the legendary hymn to life?"

A priest of the Mo tribe said in shock, although he had never heard or seen the record of the hymn of life, but Prajna mentioned the word 'life' countless times when chanting, even if he had no knowledge, he had vaguely guessed it.

"Yes, Prajna is the only one in our tribe who can sing the whole hymn of life in its entirety. ”

A priest of the Prajna tribe said proudly, and looking at the shocked appearance of his companion, a deep sense of pride rose in his heart as a member of the Prajna tribe.

Is this the power of the Holy Maiden?

Hearing the words of the Prajna tribe's sacrifice, and then looking at the intoxicated expressions of everyone in the field, Mo Ling muttered in his heart. There were no scars on his body, just a mental malaise caused by the constant use of magic spells. But in this short period of time, the spiritual strength that he had been losing money actually returned to its peak state.

Mo Ling had never heard of anyone being able to chant a full hymn to life, he only remembered the death of the previous high priest a few years earlier, and the first time he took over the secret history of the temple, he recorded a few short words on the last page.

"All things have life, and no one has seen its form. There is the power of the ancients, find another way, look at all things in the world and understand, and sing them. Flesh and bones rise up and the dead. Then he crowned it with a hymn of life. ”

There is also a mark at the end.

Forbidden art; hymn to life.

What follows is the full content of the 'hymn to life'.

Mo Ling had also tried to cultivate this forbidden technique, which seemed to be very powerful, but he was never allowed to enter. After several attempts, I finally gave up. This is all that Mo Ling knows about the 'hymn to life'. Except for Mo Ling, who was fortunate enough to see these records as the high priest of the tribe, the other ordinary sacrifices only knew the name of the 'hymn to life'.

Mo Ling has always deeply regretted that his tribe has never had a holy son and a holy daughter. He was still full of joy when he first saw the 'Hymn of Life', thinking that as long as he cultivated this powerful forbidden technique, he could make up for the lack of a Holy Son and Holy Maiden in the Mo Tribe, but when he really began to try to cultivate, he realized the difficulty of this, and he couldn't even exert the effect of any of them. He even thought it was just a legend for a while, how could there be such a powerful magic in this world, and who could use it?

But at this time, when he looked at the powerful effect of the 'hymn to life', he knew that 'the dead rise from the flesh and bones' was definitely not a lie. He also understood why the 'hymn to life' could be called a forbidden technique.

But what shocked him the most was Prajna's performance. This holy woman, who was only twelve or thirteen years old, really sang a complete 'hymn to life'. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it.