"The fire-starting ceremony is over, we should also rest!" Mo Li muttered softly, turned around and left, and in front of him, a member of the Tashan tribe was leading the way, looking quite arrogant.

"Wow, the night scene of the Tashan tribe is so beautiful, it's so beautiful!" A girl at the back of the crowd let out a slight sigh, causing many clansmen to look at her, the girl's name is Mo Ling, now sixteen years old, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, a pair of bright eyes looking around everyone, cheeks can't help but appear a touch of crimson, shy.

"Take a look at it, such a night scene is rare in our Tashan tribe, not to mention that you are such a remote tribe, and you have never seen it. A member of the Tashan tribe showed a contemptuous look on his face, and his expression was slightly displeased, but he didn't dare to make a mistake because of the barbarian father's order, so he had to lead the way obediently.

About a few minutes later, he turned around an alley, Mo Li's footsteps couldn't help but stagnate, his eyes were burning, his eyes were blazing, staring at a graceful figure coming from the front, his thoughts seemed to turn into this figure in front of him at this moment, Mo centrifugal jumped couldn't help but accelerate, his eyes were slightly confused and looked at Nangong Xue with wild beauty on his face, all the words, all the actions, as if he was as pale as a piece of rice paper at this moment, only the sound of rapid breathing was still spitting.

Nangong Xue, who was strolling all the way ahead, seemed to be aware of Mo Li's gaze, turned her face slightly, and then was stunned, but soon returned to her original appearance, the ice was cold and cold, and even the original familiarity seemed to be shattered at this moment, like the wind sweeping the first trace, and there was no trace.

"After the event, build a snowman with me!"

A crisp murmur seemed to turn into an invisible phantom and passed into Mo Li's ears, and then looking back, Nangong Xue's figure had already turned the fork and walked away, leaving Mo Li dumb and stupid, as if the air was as transparent as water.

"Brother Li, it's late at night, hurry up!" Mo Chen shouted in front of him, shouting through Mo Li's contemplation and Mo Li's thoughts, only to see him run quickly, and enter the door directly according to the serial number of the room.

"Maybe she's not the same anymore as she used to be, but now my goal is to set foot on the Wild Mountain!!" Moli shook his head, trying to suppress the tremor in his heart.

"Mo'er ......"

"Ah Gong ......" Mo Li quickly opened the door, Ah Gong smiled and walked into the room amiably, looked at Mo Li again, turned his palm, and a straw hat appeared in the palm of his hand, and the straw hat still exuded a faint and decadent atmosphere, looking simple and unpretentious.

"The clan festival is about to start in a few days, Ah Gong hopes that you can go all out!"

"It's a straw hat that hides your aura and prevents outsiders from detecting it, so that your actions won't be noticed......"

"This straw hat has been with me for many years, and now I rarely use it, I believe you can use it!"

Mo Li stretched out his hand to hold the straw hat, the lace with the circle pattern had some strange lines, and when he emanated his divine sense, he couldn't really spy on the slightest information, and hurriedly put the straw hat on his body, and a trace of obscure air flow instantly lingered in his body, and then there was a mantra echoing in his mind.

"Ah Gong......" Mo Li couldn't help but scream, but in response to him, it was still that plain, ordinary face to the extreme, with a slight smile, and a gentle voice, kind and harmonious.

"Mo'er, you have to be clear about the division of the blood line, this is a cultivation system inherited from the pre-barbarian period, and it cannot be abandoned!" Mo Yi said in a serious and meaningful manner.

"Mo'er must remember Ah Gong's teachings!" Mo Li said as he kept beating his back behind Mo Yi.

"Mo'er, do you know why we are such a weak tribe and are still not afraid of outsiders invading?" Mo Yi's shriveled palm gently patted the back of Mo Li's hand, and said slightly.

"The Desolate Ancient Tribe has its glorious side, and although this side has experienced a short time, it must have its special talent to make the tribe prosperous on one side, and this talent is the reason why other tribes dare not invade!"

Mo Li stopped his palm, sat upright, stared at Ah Gong with blazing eyes and said.

"Only half of the answer is correct!"

"Although the ancient tribes were at their peak, they could not resist the invasion of time after all, and other tribes also had their unknown side, and this side not only promoted their glory, but also made their decline follow!"

"And the many souls of my ancient tribe dare not make any changes, as long as we master the secret method, a pre-barbarian technique that has been passed down from the pre-barbarian period!"

"Now, the art of the pre-barbarian has been exhausted, and although the remaining desolate tribes have become the target of everyone, they are also afraid of the power of the pre-barbarian art, and they have been tolerating it all these years!"

"Ah Gong, do you want to ......" Mo Li's figure was suddenly stunned, and looked at Ah Gong blankly, as if he was becoming more and more mysterious at this time, but he still wore a familiar face, for this pre-barbarian technique, every clansman of the ancient tribe would listen to the pre-barbarian technique when he was a child, and the archery technique he learned was actually one of the pre-barbarian techniques.

Mo Yi didn't speak, but stared at Mo Li with shining eyes, his body suddenly moved, fast as lightning, and his fingertips flew towards Mo Li's back, and then lightly touched his eyebrows from the back, flesh and blood squirmed, and blood swirled.

"Ah Gong ......" noticed that a small warm current suddenly flowed from his mind, and Mo Li shouted, but under Ah Gong's gentle smile, he gradually sat cross-legged and chewed the rushing information.

"This is the last secret book in the art of the ancestors of the ancient tribe, called Splitting the Heavens and Splitting the Earth, also known as Splitting the Heavens and Cutting the Earth, the strength is strong, the qi is heavy, and the destructive power is great!"

"If you want to practice this method, the conditions required are harsh, and you must condense the blood line of the whole body, and this is a subtle control, and it is a secret technique that can only be controlled when you reach the Kaiyang Realm!"

......

Fragments of information frantically poured into Mo Li's mind, and he felt the world spinning, dizzy, and the whole person seemed to become extremely unstable, which made Mo Yi feel pity.

"Sleep, tomorrow will be a good day!"

Mo Yi's palm slapped lightly, and the right side retracted, Mo Li's body slowly collapsed, and his face slept peacefully, and he slowly turned around after covering Mo Li with a quilt, and his dark pupils flashed a trace of dark killing intent again, and his body was already walking out quickly.

But the sleeping Mo Li, at this time, has once again entered the dream space, wandering around like a ghost, with no fixed place, his body is like duckweed, and all around him is as dark as night, unable to see clearly, but there is a cold wind that makes him shiver.

For a long time, for a long time!

I don't know when, the cold wind that blows becomes extremely weak, and the vision in front of me has become hazy, and the sound of someone practicing can be faintly heard, Mo Li slowly approached, brushed aside the clouds, two curious eyes stared directly at a bare rock in front of him, his heart was shocked, and his voice exclaimed: "This is ......"