Barbarian pattern, almost every barbarian dream of something, it can not only become their own help to the greatest extent, but also a true portrayal of their own entry into the Kaiyang realm, just like the ancient tribe of Ah Gong, the lines he portrayed is a python, and the position he portrayed is on his right arm, as he wishes with the mind and appears, especially the brute pattern or the true portrayal of everyone, there is a sudden realization of the artistic conception of Mao Sai, there are also bits and pieces of their own life experience, but also have the strange shape of the ancient beast, as long as you want to get it, you can depict your own brute pattern, and if you can match your own artistic conception, the power exerted will also increase dramatically, this is the fit.

Mo Li was not in a hurry to carve his own brute lines, or maybe he had not yet found his own brute lines, his eyes stared at the sky, as if he had fallen into boundless memory.

"Ask all things in this world, who can look through this heavenly firmament!"

Such simple and clear words are uncontrollable emotion, sighing that this heavenly dome is like an inverted tripod, and the people who are pressed can't help resisting, Mo Li's mind is still empty, and the scenes of the ancient tribe gradually emerge in his mind...... And far above the life-killing peak, Tianchenzi stood in it like a pillar of optimus, his eyes became as sharp as an eagle falcon, his eyes bloomed, as if two extremely sharp beams of light were shot out, and the corners of his mouth whispered: "This is your way, since you have chosen, don't give up, since you don't give up, then stick to it!"

"Tomorrow will be a good day!"

The corners of Tianchenzi's mouth murmured, and the whole person gradually became illusory, and his body and mind seemed to melt into this side of the sky, he wanted to protect his apprentices, because his apprentices were all watched by him to get through the difficulties, and he didn't allow others to come and destroy them, even the disciples of the Tianlan Sect!

The third senior brother Sharp Brother woke up from his sleep, and suddenly felt a different breath in his heart, turned around and looked back at the place behind the mountain of the Death Peak, and said with a whisper on the corner of his mouth: "Little junior brother, I hope you can depict the brute lines that you are satisfied with, so that the senior brother can take you to fight again!"

The second senior brother, Monk Hua, suddenly knocked on his head, and scolded Brother Sharp for his lack of morality, he always taught the little junior brother badly, at least let him spend the wind and snow with him first!

Senior Brother Crazy Battle also woke up from his sleep, his eyes were shining, and the surging battle intent was even stronger, I have to say that the flesh and blood of this primeval relic was extremely replenished, after a few days of thorough refining, they all had ruddy faces, full of energy, and were full of energy, especially Ziche, now he is able to walk freely, but his heart is more worried about the pot of broth, which seems to be extremely expected, and his heart's good impression of the Deadly Peak is gradually increasing, and he himself doesn't know it!

The peak of the Death Peak seemed extremely silent, even if a few of their senior brothers were fighting, they were cautious, for fear of disturbing the cultivation of the junior brothers, only they knew how important the state of mind required for promotion to the Kaiyang Realm was!

Although the mountains are full of flowers and birds, a hundred flowers are contending, and there is endless vitality everywhere, but in the place where Mo Li is around, it is the opposite, not only does not have the slightest vitality, but it becomes a dead silence like a tomb, and in the sky above his head, at this moment, there is a little drizzle, snowflakes falling, flying and dancing.

And in Mo Li's mind, he seemed to see the snowflakes on the shore of Luoshui, endless flying snow was falling, and there seemed to be endless temptations beckoning to him in the mountain peak, as if when he wanted, as long as he stepped on this snowy mountain, he could get what he wanted!

The north wind was whistling, blowing the heavy snow all over the mountains as if it was blowing a snowstorm, as if the snow beast was extremely crazy, hysterical roar and roar, as if to completely cover Mo Li's figure.

"In this way, there is a cold winter in the snow-capped mountains, this is not the brute pattern I want!"

Mo Li muttered at the corner of his mouth, and as soon as the faint voice fell, he saw that the originally extremely terrifying snow-capped mountain storm suddenly turned into countless fragments, and left quickly, until it completely disappeared into his consciousness......

And his consciousness seemed to have flown to that extremely dense bamboo forest again, with countless demon bats flying among the bamboo forests, mixed with roars like sound waves, reflecting endless excitement, as if the person they were waiting for had finally arrived!

Mo Li flew in from a certain hole, and the molten pillars that lay across the cave still did not change in the slightest, but became more and more hot, burning like a ball of flame in the jump.

An extremely flat voice sounded, and those demon bats flying outside seemed to have been summoned invisibly, and wave after wave of demon bats swept into the cave, lingering directly among the molten pillars, vaguely forming a figure like a fiery barbarian, extremely tall and mighty, as if as long as he thought about it, all the flames in the world would obey his orders, like the king of the flames!

Endless temptation, endless creation, like an extremely beautiful woman seducing Mo Li, making him fascinated and confused, and then as if to take him by the hand and approach the molten pillar.

However, at the moment when Mo Li's figure was about to approach the molten pillar, a strange power suddenly erupted from the depths of his heart.

"The technique of fire is obtained by chance, by chance, it is not my creation, nor is it the brute pattern I need!"

"This is not my creation, nor is it the brute pattern I want!"

The flat voice sounded again, and the molten pillar in front of him instantly cracked, shattering into countless fragments like a mirror, each piece seemed to contain a temptation, but there was no doubt that they were all shattered in Mo Li's heart!

The surroundings became extremely silent, his figure was like a ghost, as long as he had a thought to appear where, but now he unconsciously came to the former ancient tribe, endless weeds covered in the middle, it seemed incomparably vicissitudes and desolation, he was like a wandering wanderer, after a lot of hardships, difficulties and dangers returned to the tribe, back to the tribe he dreamed of, his eyes unconsciously flowed two lines of tears, that was tears of excitement and joy.

But he knew that this was just the subconscious in his heart, but it did not hinder him from revealing his emotions, and his body swept forward, shuttling through the former houses of the tribe like a wandering ghost, but at this time it collapsed into endless ruins, far from being as lively as before, and some were just endless silence and vicissitudes.

Mo Li was still shuttling, like a lost child, he vaguely remembered that every place in the tribe used to have children laughing and playing, and there were also places where old people told stories, and before he knew it, he came to the place where he once lived, and the figure of Ah Gong seemed to still be condensed in front of him, but then it was shattered.

Mo centrifugal head shook, trying to desperately grasp something, but it seemed to fall into the clouds, looking extremely confused and hazy, the original light pace gradually became heavy, until Yu inadvertently approached the altar of the back mountain, vaguely remembered the scene, but also remembered this towering pyramid near the clouds, and remembered that one dream came true...... Incubus......