Rumble!

Silently, a thunderous explosion seemed to sound in Tang Xuanming's mind, making him dizzy and his eyes full of stars.

But he was so happy that he couldn't help but clench his fists.

Because he has been rewarded immensely.

"It's really crazy to get such a huge return for just an ordinary bucket of animal milk!"

After being on the altar for a long time, Tang Xuanming calmed down, but his front was still very tight, showing his excitement that was difficult to suppress.

An incomparably clear divine technique was imprinted in his mind, and the model of that divine technique was incomparably complex, composed of hundreds of millions of bone inscriptions.

It is obviously an incomparably complex structure, but it looks beautiful and thrilling.

Tang Xuanming couldn't help but immerse his divine thoughts in it, feeling the endless mystery of this divine art.

The mind sank into this divine art, as if it was infinitely exalted, becoming the master of heaven and earth, the supreme heavenly way.

Any act of disobedience may usher in a world-destroying blow, so it is called the Heavenly Tribulation Light.

This magic from the Emperor of the Desolate Heaven is unparalleled, otherworldly, and incomparably terrifying.

At this moment, it is firmly engraved in Tang Xuanming's heart.

Tang Xuanming tried to understand and release, but there was no way to do it in a short period of time.

The weight of the pressure made him almost unable to breathe, and the unparalleled magic seemed to drain all of his essence in one go.

The methods of different systems also require him to do his best to understand, of course, this kind of original divine technique that directly points to the Great Dao, even if it is a product of different systems, can still be easily understood.

......

In the deserted village, a little boy like a porcelain doll stands in the middle of the hidden jungle, the sunlight shining on his body through the branches, and the dappled sunlight becomes his embellishment.

His eyes were still black and white, watery and pitiful, but there was a hint of indescribable meaning.

"Heaven and Heaven!"

The little boy, who looked like he was five or six years old, pressed his hand to his chest, and for no reason felt an incomparable pain in his chest, as if something was missing.

Always optimistic and cheerful, he frowned rarely.

"I remembered something!"

He muttered to himself, and couldn't help but look up at the outside of the Great Wilderness, looking at the location of the Imperial Capital of Shiguo.

"Little Bit is stealing milk again. ”

The silence in the jungle was broken by a scream of excitement, and a child of the same age of five or six years old screamed, with two snots still hanging from his nose.

His screams drew a crowd of children onlookers, and the exclamations continued.

"I don't grow up to be small, and I drink milk all day long. ”

"Shame, I'm so old and still drink milk. ”

The little girl stretched out her finger and tapped the dimple on her face, taunting the little one.

The originally heavy atmosphere in the woods was washed away at once, leaving only a cheerful atmosphere.

Xiao Budian's face flushed with shame and covered his face with his little hands.

Then there is a series of complex and unspeakable topics, what animal milk comes out of thin air, isn't it natural for children to drink animal milk?

Do you know how many combinations there are for animal milk?

A group of friends laughed, and the grove was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

It's just that no one can see the sadness in the depths of Xiao Budian's eyes.

......

"Who can save my godmother? ”

"The building is about to fall, who can help the Han in danger?"

"Who can split Momoyama and save my mother?"

......

Prayers and wishes are one after another, but most of them are either unfulfilled or of little use to Tang Xuanming.

After browsing for more than half an hour, his thoughts were about to run out, and his expression was full of exhaustion.

"It's time to go back, it's not good to disappear in the tribe for too long. ”

With a thought, he disappeared from the top of the altar and returned to the stone house that belonged to him.

"Brother Tang, Brother Tang, come out quickly!"

The voice of the daylily was sharp and discerning, soft and tactful in the past, but this time it was full of anxiety and unease.

Tang Xuanming was startled and quickly walked out of the door, and two sturdy hunters carried a young man covered in blood to his side.

"Brother Tang, save him!"

The pear blossoms that the daylily cried brought rain, and the young man's whole body was covered with blood, and even the blood vessels were bursting.

It's just barely holding on to his breath, and it's already a miracle to be alive.

Tang Xuanming looked at the two sturdy hunters, and one of the hunters said with a sad voice: "Devouring the bloodline of the fierce beast, there is no way to withstand that impact, the bloodline riots, and when this happens in the past, it is already considered dead......

The two hunters looked solemn, both looking a little sad, but not heavy, for the tribe, life and death were just a common thing.

They moved the boy to Tang Xuanming just to do their best, in fact, none of the people who usually had this situation survived.

"Bloodline Riot!"

Tang Xuanming's expression was solemn, knowing that this situation was not good.

The Ant Emperor method may be considered flawless, but there will be too many problems in the practical operation of theoretical perfection.

Theoretically, nine bloodlines are devoured, and after the bloodlines are fused, they are invincible in the sky and on the ground, and their potential is shocking to the world.

But in fact, devouring any kind of bloodline is extremely dangerous, and it is necessary to defeat the ferocious aura contained in the bloodline of the fierce beast and tame the bloodline of the fierce beast.

Once you fail, the results will naturally be positive and terrible.

The bloodline of the fierce beast impacted the bloodline of the human race itself, and even the divine doctor could not treat the impact of this bloodline root level.

Tang Xuanming's understanding is that the impact of the bloodline riot is similar to the genetic collapse of later generations.

There is no way for future generations to do this, and it is a completely inexplicable act.

He quickly clicked dozens of times on the young man's body, which was the medical skill he learned from Duanmu Rong, and used the technique of acupuncture to help the young man stop the bleeding.

But more ways to treat, he had no way.

He didn't know how to treat this teenager at all, and he couldn't even grasp the pulse of this teenager when he took the pulse.

This young man, who was in his golden years, the most youthful and glorious moment of his life, has not yet ushered in the beauty of life, and he is going to die like this.

He watched the boy's breath weaken little by little, and finally he couldn't feel it at all.

Tang Xuanming shook his head helplessly, and Pi Xuancao collapsed suddenly, knelt on the ground, and cried silently.

The two hunters carried the young man's body away, their faces a little heavy.

It is not the first time that Pi Xuancao has experienced life and death, but it is also the first time that she has encountered someone of her generation who died in front of her.

She threw herself into Tang Xuanming's arms, and her tears soaked Tang Xuanming's chest in a short time.

Tang Xuanming could only gently pat her back, not knowing how to comfort this painful girl.

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