An old house, sandwiched halfway up the mountain by the ridges on both sides, is fifty or sixty meters above the ground, and looks like a pavilion in the sky.

Mantian and the others stomped their feet the ground, and their bodies turned into cannonballs, shooting straight towards the house.

"What the hell??" Chen Jinyuan muttered in his heart, and with a slight touch of his toes on the ground, he also flew towards the house.

From the outside, it looks like an ancient temple, it looks much bigger than below, and there are a few ghost-like characters written at the door of the temple, but Chen Jinyuan doesn't know it, there are two oil lamps burning at the door, and the flames can't stop beating under the blowing of the mountain wind, and it looks like a desolate feeling.

Mantian and the others had already walked into the temple gate, Chen Jinyuan did not stop, and walked in with his legs, but saw Mantian and the others standing respectfully in front of a statue.

Chen Jinyuan looked up carefully, in addition to looking smaller, the statue was exactly the same as the stone carving on Zhutian Peak, with three heads and six arms, a hideous and domineering face, just like a wild and fierce god who stood up to the sky, people did not dare to force their eyes, and there was a barbarian totem beast lying at his feet, his eyes were blazing, and he looked like a living thing, which was quite shocking.

The barbarian buried his head, his mouth kept muttering, and he didn't know what he was praying for, Chen Jinyuan knew that this statue was the most worshiped ancestor barbarian god in the hearts of the barbarian people, so he didn't speak, and stood quietly at the end, so as not to provoke any taboos.

After a while, after the barbarian genius finished praying, everyone knelt down in front of the statue of the barbarian god, kowtowed three times with a solemn expression, and then stood up.

Barbarian straightened his clothes, turned to Chen Jinyuan, who was hiding at the end, and said, "Come here!" ”

Chen Jinyuan didn't know what Barbarian meant. After hesitating, he walked over. Puzzled, he asked, "Patriarch of the Barbarian Heavens, what are you bringing me here for?" ”

Several people surrounded Chen Jinyuan in the middle, and Mantian did not answer Chen Jinyuan's question, but said angrily: "Let you come, naturally there are good things for you." Why do you ask so much? ”

It can be seen that Mantian is still haunted by what happened just now, and in the face of Mantian's unkind tone, Chen Jinyuan was almost choked by his own saliva, and he wanted to ask again. But suddenly I felt a hot wind coming from the back of my head.

Chen Jinyuan was immediately alert, and suddenly turned around, and his eyes were already red. It was as if a surging flame was rushing towards him, and through the gap in the firelight, Chen Jinyuan could clearly see the person who attacked him. It was the High Priest of Brute Fire who had just stood behind him.

"What's going on? Do they want to kill me? In addition to the fire, several other people are also surrounding him. Chen Jinyuan was terrified inexplicably, but unfortunately he had no time to think about it, the attack of the brute fire was too fast, and he did not have any preparations, and when he was about to parry, the brute fire had already attacked his face.

"You...... You ......" The hot sleeve wind swept across his cheeks, and Chen Jinyuan immediately felt his head dizzy. His eyelids rolled, and he fell to the ground with a pop. His eyes were closed, and he fainted.

A group of people surrounded Chen Jinyuan, who was lying on the ground, and the brute retracted his red sleeves, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he turned to the barbarian farmer and said, "Let's start!" ”

Mantian said to everyone: "Leave the rest to the two shamans, and we will go outside to guard!" ”

With that, Mantian took Manbai and a few other big barbarians out of the temple gate, leaving only Manhuo and Mannong to stay in the temple with Chen Jinyuan.

The barbarian peasant hugged the unconscious Chen Jinyuan and let him sit in front of the barbarian god statue, and then the barbarian fire and the barbarian peasant also sat on the ground behind Chen Jinyuan, each with one hand against Chen Jinyuan's heart.

The magic power poured into Chen Jinyuan's body, and the two of them closed their eyes and chanted obscure prayers in unison, and characters floated out from the churning lips, causing the space to set off mysterious ripples.

The voice went from small to loud, echoing throughout the temple, ancient and desolate, as if it came from above the Nine Heavens, and as if it came from the ancient flood wilderness, causing the heavens and the earth to resound, and the people who were guarding the outside were also very solemn at this time, but Chen Jinyuan, who was the person concerned, was in a coma and knew nothing about all this.

As the two priests chanted the incantation, a huge whirlpool formed in the sky, and a white pillar of light shot straight into the temple through the swirling clouds, illuminating the night sky transparently.

The pillar of light shone on the statue of the barbarian god in the temple, and died in a flash, the three heads and six eyes suddenly opened, and a golden light shot directly into Chen Jinyuan's brain, and Chen Jinyuan, who was in a coma, was shocked, and then began to tremble like a sheep's madness.

Everything was done in the lightning and flint, the pillar of light was gone, the eyes of the idol were closed, only the two of them were still chanting incantations, and the weirdness just now seemed to have never happened.

With the infusion of the magic power of the two of them, Chen Jinyuan's trembling body finally calmed down, his head was pulled on his shoulders, and he still didn't wake up.

The two of them were already sweating profusely, and Manhuo's fiery face like Guan Gong also showed a hint of paleness, not to mention the barbarian peasants, their lips trembled, pale as paper, as if they had just experienced an orgasm.

The two of them withdrew their palms against Chen Jinyuan's heart, Chen Jinyuan had no support, and fell to the ground with a pop, and the two of them stood up with some prostration, glanced at each other, and saw a trace of relief in each other's eyes.

"How's it going, is it done?" The movement in the temple disappeared, and the barbarian walked in with all the great barbarians.

Manhuo looked down at Chen Jinyuan, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's a success, what kind of magical powers can he inherit from the Barbarian God Ancestor, but he won't know until he wakes up." ”

"Then let's wait!" Mantian looked at Chen Jinyuan, he shouldn't be able to wake up for a while, and sat down cross-legged in front of the statue as he spoke.

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"Little Baozi, why are you drinking here alone?"

A lonely figure sat on the stone steps by the side of the martial arts training ground, holding a wine jug in his hand, drinking alone to the stars in the sky, the vision from the direction of the temple just now woke up many people, but it did not attract the slightest attention from him.

A majestic man walked up to him, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, sighed deeply, and sat down on the stone steps.

"Why are you here too?" Man Xiaobao turned his face and glanced at Manniu, opened his confused eyes, and drank to the wine jug again.

"Hehe, why did you come, why did I come!" Manniu smiled bitterly, reached out and snatched the wine jug in Manxiaobao's hand, and took a big sip with a grunt. (To be continued.) )