"Blood line condensation!" Mo Li suddenly roared, his hanging hands also quickly pinched his fingers, his mind was firmly guarding the spiritual platform, and he tried his best to control every blood gushing out of his body, so that it all returned to the blood vessels, but all of this only played a slight role in relieving the hindrance, and the qi and blood surging from the dantian instantly shattered the controlling mind, and the painful stimulation continued to impact his mind, as if to destroy his divine consciousness.

"Town, give me town!" Mo Li gritted his teeth, his eyes unswervingly controlled the blood return, but what he didn't know was that his body was already changing dramatically at the moment when this barbarian enlightenment opened, and the change of the body instantly stimulated the blood flowing in the body, making it boiling like a tide, and took this opportunity to condense the twenty-eighth blood line in one fell swoop, the blood light soared to the sky, dazzling and amazing, but Mo Li in the meditation gradually stepped into that kind of mysterious and mysterious, wonderful and wonderful artistic conception.

The barbarian statue was full of brilliance, and the vast sky also returned to calm, and the breeze blew on the face, and the kneeling clansmen stood up one after another, staring at the tower with strange eyes, and the pious face had indescribable happiness, and then under the repeated telling of the patriarch, the clansmen also gathered their thoughts one after another, and happily walked to the hut, looking at the spire from time to time, and the burning sensation gradually subsided.

"Brother Li is really too good, he can actually cross his knees in such a high place, like Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his face, and he can also cause the ancestors to manifest, it is really talented!" Mo Chen said to himself at the corner of his mouth, but his figure seemed like a nimble ape to avoid the beating of his parents, like a breeze, like lightning rushed back to the room.

"Mo'er, I hope your brute pattern will be successful!I haven't passed it on to you yet!" Mo Gong's voice murmured again, his palm raised, and the eagle on his shoulder flew into the air with a comprehension, soaring high in the sky, piercing through the clouds and mist, and Mo Gong turned away after a few meaningful glances, and an imperceptible sigh came from afar......

The quiet moonlit night is like flowing water, but time is flowing silently in the tinkling of flowing water, and the darkest time in the dark night is also slowly passing.

When a ray of brilliance shot out from the clouds in the east, the sleeping clansmen pushed open the door one after another, and their eyes habitually looked at the figure on the spire of the tall tower in the back mountain, their faces showed piety, and even more appreciated.

"The power of a day lies in the morning, and the work of a day lies in the court!" The clansmen who had slept all night picked up their tools and walked towards the countryside......

But on the spire of the tower, the calm Mo Li's breathing is steady, the rhythm is relaxed, and the whole person seems to be in harmony with a heaven and earth, illusory and ethereal, like clouds and fog, hazy, and he can feel the breeze blowing in his face, faint, cool, and can also feel the wisps of vitality between heaven and earth, which are converging from the void, which makes him enjoy it very much.

And in this day that is as warm as the wind and scorching as the sun, Moli is still as good as the old, steady as a rock, and as quiet as a mutton fat jade elephant.

And in this kind of meditation until the third day, in the evening, Mo Li's mind was ethereal and quiet, elegant and smart, but such a scene gradually dispersed, and he immediately opened his eyes from the meditation, the dark and deep pupils were no sorrow or joy, no flawless and no dirt, but an indescribable temperament lingered in the heart, indifferent.

"Barbarian Qi, Qi Man!" Mo Li chewed from the corner of his mouth, and with a whistle in his mouth, Ah Hei pierced out of the clouds again, and in a few breaths, he carried him back to the hut.

Outside the door, Mo Li's mind was keen, and he could sense from a distance that Ah Cheng in the room was coughing, which was sad to hear.

Mo Li hesitated for a while, like a child who had done something wrong, obediently crossed the threshold, and stood silently in front of Ah Gong.

"The barbarian enlightenment has been opened, I want you to have a fate with Xianman, and forgive you for the crime of blasphemy, but since the barbarian enlightenment has been opened, now Ah Gong will tell you the story of the barbarian enlightenment!" Ah Gong's slightly hoarse voice said softly, making Mo Li feel a trace of warmth in his heart.

"Barbarian Qi, it is a barbarian body that is opened, and what it follows is also the title of the current cultivation system, but there is one difference, that is, when the Blood Condensation Realm steps into the Kaiyang Realm, you need to depict the next one... Brute lines!" Ah Gong's eyes were shining, his eyes were blazing, and he stared at Mo Li with a radiant look.

"How should I carve a barbarian pattern?" Mo Li's eyes also showed a trace of essence, his heart was pounding, with extreme desire, Mo Li knew that the item that can make Ah Gong care so much about a thing definitely has an extraordinary side, and now this brute pattern must be after the barbarian enlightenment Ah Gong hopes that he will one day be able to portray his own ...... Brute lines!

"The brute pattern, in the primeval times, was the pattern that every clansman had to depict when he was promoted to the Kaiyang Realm, and the brute pattern not only represents his own thoughts, but also his own emotions!"

"And if you want to depict your own brute pattern, you not only need to have a strong will, but also need to have a certain skill to depict!" Ah Gong talked eloquently, and then stretched out his right hand, pulled up the beast's clothes, revealing his strong and powerful right arm, and on his right arm there seemed to be a hideous and terrifying black python, at this time, it was opening its huge mouth, revealing its miserable white fangs, and there was a faint trace of cold air that appeared out of thin air, which made Mo Li shiver.

"This is the brute pattern! Ah Gong smiled, pinched the fingers of his left hand and patted his right arm, only to see that the black python that was originally close to the skin seemed to gradually wake up from its slumber at this time, like a shadow puppet from the skin to get up, waved the snake's feet, jumped up in the air, his eyes were bubbling with the ghostly light of the forest, like the eye of death, which made people shudder, the sharp fangs rubbed back and forth, making a sonorous sound, the mouth was cold, like frost, the tables and chairs were all corroded after being contaminated, the giant python circled and roared in the room, spit out the snake core, and the snake claws rubbed, but when looking at the grandfather, his eyes showed a trace of softness, and with a hiss, the python turned into a small snake and hid in the beast robe of the grandfather, poking out his head from time to time to stare at Mo Li.

Mo Li listened carefully, pondered carefully, and remembered with his heart, but in the end, he couldn't help but swallow the cold air, so that the brute pattern can not only be used as a great combat power for himself, but also play a role in deterring other tribes, and this is also the reason why other tribes dare not invade the ancient tribe.

"It's getting late, hurry back to your room and rest!" Ah Gong flicked his right arm, and the giant python in the beast robe instantly returned to his right arm, lifelike and suffocating, but he was not afraid at all, but gently stroked the brute lines like a partner.

Mo Li respectfully withdrew from the room, remembering everything Ah Gong said tightly, but he did not go in his direction, but turned around and went out......