Within the Void God Realm. Mo Li and them were repairing outside the palace of the Ancient Divine Mountain. Especially since their harvest is so huge. They were even more excited. It has to be said that the collection of the ancient sacred mountain is extremely fruitful. It's a huge vault. But now it's long since it changed hands. Snatched by Moli and them. There are countless spiritual sources inside. Numerous. Even the blood of pure-blooded creatures is more than a hundred bottles. It's a long way coming. It is a rare blood in the outside world. Priceless. Precious as rare. Able to wash the meridians. Temper your muscles and bones. Refining the flesh. And this kind of precious blood is also the precious blood recorded on the ancient burial recipe. Able to conduct the most terrifying research. His eyes lit up with gold.

And the monks of the day and night did not leave. They wanted to know what kind of storm this legendary ruthless man could set off. This Void God Realm is destined to be unpeaceful. It's just because Mo Li single-handedly picked these long-standing forces. Rich in heritage. It's dazzling. It's heartwarming.

And there are also monks who secretly reveal all the information here to their sect. In particular, the appearance of bronze blocks made those sects that were originally intended to be lively unable to sit still. The legendary treasure is finally about to be revealed. Who will be able to seize the opportunity. There is a good chance that you will get the last bronze block thing. and even the spells mentioned above.

There are a number of all these ink centrifuges. The news of the appearance of the bronze treasure made him feel an unprecedented pressure. But he loves the challenge. As long as it is at the level of this sacrificial bone realm. He can be said to have swept the invincible opponents of the Eight Desolations. The flesh with the Eucharist is invincible. It can be bombarded at will.

And he didn't really care about all this. Because his mind was all on the realm of the sacrificial pattern realm. Because this is an extremely mysterious and mysterious realm. From ancient times to the present, there are really not many people or even living beings who can break from the sacrificial soul realm to the sacrificial pattern realm. Because it's a hurdle. Almost insurmountable. Even Mo Li didn't have the slightest clue. This involves the word sacrificial pattern. It's simple, though. But the realm contained in it is extraordinary. It's not easy.

Sacrificial Pattern Realm. What exactly is the sacrificial crest realm? Mo Li's eyes were closed. He meditated constantly. But after all, nothing was gained. I didn't feel the perception of the sacrificial pattern realm, or even the vague threshold.

Sacrificial Pattern Realm. It seems that we have searched for some classics in the treasure house of the primeval sacred mountain, which records some realm descriptions. Chances are it will help you with your perceptions. The fat Taoist priest slapped his thigh and shouted. And the bald chicken has already come with an extremely thin ancient book. Lost and Moli. Hopefully it will give him something to gain.

Mo Li's eyes burned as he stared at this ancient book. It's already yellowing. Exudes a quaint vibe. Extremely atmospheric.

The Tattoo Worshipper. You have to sharpen your tools first. Refining the flesh. Temper the will. Reduced to ordinary. Condensed runes. Engraved flesh and blood. Imprint the root bone. Fit your own ...... Mo kept muttering from the corner of his mouth. Savor it. Think about it. Even the state of mind involuntarily fell into it. It seems that the fugue is too empty. Soar through the sky.

Airplanes...... There was a buzzing sound in Mo Li's mind. It's like this one after another. The waves of water hitting the sky continue to reverberate in my mind. Mo Li's eyes suddenly glowed with golden light. It's like shooting out two keys that can open a new portal.

I see. I see. Mo Li is almost a word-by-word speculation. Imprint their words in their minds thoroughly.

However, to Mo Li's disappointment, such ancient books are extremely rare. There is no full record of the realm. But it was just a few words that benefited him a lot. Far more than months or even years of penance.

Sacrificial Pattern Realm. It's a need to develop one's own body. Concentrate every inch of your skin with runes. He also branded his own root bones with runes. It is for the sacrificial pattern. Mo muttered from the corner of his mouth. His mind was bright. It was as if a door to a great mystery had been opened. It is full of mystical artistic conception. It's addictive.

Buzz Buzz...... The mind is buzzing. His breath was short. Because he had experienced this rhythm not long ago. Tightly patchwork together the runes all over the body. It became a very terrifying armor-like arrangement. Attack kills enemies. Retreat can be defended. It's scary.

And in the meantime. The beasts of the primeval sacred mountain continue to descend. Trying to kill Moli. Even if it was the Wind Clan and the Rain Clan, he was completely beaten down by Mo Li. And threatened that this time these forces would dare to attack and kill him. The things that need to be atonement will be taken up a notch. The primordial brute bones and precious blood that have not been on the fire are no longer needed. And the primeval mountain must have fifty bottles. Other Maisons require twenty bottles. Each time you come to kill, increase the value by 10 bottles.

Mo Li is still feeling every inch of the release and condensation of the sacrificial pattern realm. It is a huge project to condense your own flesh and even your bones into runes. The trials will also be terrifying.

Bobobo...... The golden qi and blood in Mo Li's body reverberated violently. Introverted. Releases the runes as hard as possible. It is extremely difficult to condense them in the palm of your hand. But when it is released, it is all gone. It simply can't be kept.

Whether this sacrificial pattern has a similar pattern to the barbarian pattern of the past? Mo muttered from the corner of his mouth. The memories in his mind seemed to be unafraid of the separation of countless heavenly worlds. Shuttle to the tribe that once haunted the heart. I remembered what Ah Gong once said. Carving your own brute pattern must be the most suitable for your own pattern. And his barren mountain blood moon map was also born from this.

His palm patted lightly on his eyebrows. The Barren Mountain Blood Moon Diagram floated extremely quietly in the palm of his hand. Mo Li stared at this brute pattern that contained his countless thoughts and even all his emotions in a daze. Emotions are extremely complicated.

Time passed gradually. Moli's eyes never closed. It also did not turn. It was as if all his mind had completely melted into this barbaric pattern. His eyes were full of runes. It was a fire rune. Able to jump to runes. Full of spirituality. Now his eyes were even more wide-split. Covered in terrible blood. It was blood coming out of the depths of the eyes. Extremely scary.

Gradually. Gradually. The barren mountain blood moon map in the palm of his hand seemed to have changed slightly. It's a kind of mystical artistic conception. As if this is no longer a barren mountain blood moon map. Instead, it became a jumping rune. Covered in blood. It even evolved into a bloodstained blade. Anything that stands in the way of this blade will be completely obliterated.

Gradually. The rune is in the air. Extremely calmly returned to the center of his eyebrows. And Mo Li's mind seemed to be enlightened. His palms clenched slightly. It seems to grasp the most primitive changes in this world.

Sacrificial Pattern Realm. In fact, it is to perceive the most primitive runes. So as to condense into the body. Rub it into your own bones. This is consistent with the brute bones that glow from the frontal bones of brute beasts. Because it is also covered with the lines that they have condensed all their lives. Mo Li said lightly. From time to time, a buzzing sound echoed in his head. Even his eyes seemed to be at the sight of the brute's forehead glowing. And on it is the most primitive and simple texture. intertwined with the paths of their lives......