In the empty house, Mo Li sat cross-legged alone, his breath was steady and powerful, and after his fingers pinched out a few tricks, a trace of aura that wandered between heaven and earth penetrated into his nostrils like a fish playing in water, and the rough blood line in his body also sucked it, which seemed to be extremely enjoyable.

A moment later, Mo Li opened his eyes, and suddenly a faint demon bat phantom flashed from the depths of his eyes, and before he could react, there was a muffled sound at the door.

"Crunch!" the door opened, Mo Li bowed, and it was Mo Yi, who was full of kindness and harmony at this time, and had a faint smile.

"Are you tired today?" asked Ah Gong kindly, and took his palm and walked into the house.

"Ah Gong, do we want to go back to the tribe now?" Mo Li asked, his expression was extremely respectful, for Ah Gong, there was always a kind and kind feeling, which made him extremely relieved, as if Mo Yi was his backer, his shoulder, if it weren't for him, I am afraid that he would have become drunk and dreamy over the years, drunk and drunk, for Ah Gong, Mo Li always had a trace of guilt in his heart, just because Ah Gong had done too much for him, but now he has not been able to fulfill his wish for Ah Gong.

"Mo'er, well done, well done!" Mo Yi patted Mo Li's arm, and said in a calm tone, today is a special day for him, not only the tribe defended its dignity, but also gave the Tai'a tribe a big slap in the face, and more importantly, through such spiritual exercises, Mo Li's state of mind has been tempered like never before, which is what he is pleased with now!

Mo Yi flipped his right hand and took out the medicine bottle from his waist, and this medicine bottle was the brute blood that Nangong Lie used as a reward, and there were three drops in it, each drop was comparable to a panacea, and he reached out and handed it to Mo Li!

"Ah Gong!" Mo Li held the medicine bottle with a calm face, and said softly, although this brute blood is precious, but at that time, participating in the spiritual path was not for this thing, nor for fame, but just for dignity!

"Mo'er, now that your identity has been exposed, presumably other tribes will definitely have the intention of assassinating you, you must be more careful!" Mo Yi said with a slightly gloomy face, for the battle between the tribes, there will be small-scale battles almost every year, but now the Desolate Ancient Tribe suddenly appeared overnight A clansman with high potential, a potential stock that can be comparable to Nangong Lie if it grows, for other tribes, this is simply a thorn, if you want to pull it out quickly, and you will do whatever it takes to make this move!

Mo Yi immediately motioned for him to sit down cross-legged, and he also sat cross-legged, his hands interlaced, and Mo Yi's face became more and more solemn, only to see the blood line around his neck suddenly skyrocketed, and there was a force like qi and blood surging along the blood vessels surging at the fingertips of the ten fingers, and the fingertips suddenly dotted at the center of Mo Li's eyebrows!

"Bo Bo Bo!" Mo Yi's fingertips then poured out drops of light like water droplets, like meteors, like lightning!

"Buzz!" Mo Li only felt that a bell ringing like a Huanglu bell suddenly sounded in his calm mind, the sound was sonorous and deafening, and there was a trace of swelling pain.

After the buzzing sound, a little bit of words also appeared in his mind, the handwriting was like a dragon and a phoenix, like an eagle and a tiger, ethereal, like an iron hook and silver stroke, although there were only a few strokes, but it was as deep as flesh and blood engraved in his mind and imprinted in his heart!

""Hundred Shapes Change", for the barbarian art of the ancient tribe, the cultivation of the clansmen can change the form, and even change the breath, which is a rare and precious art of barbarian art!"

"This brute art has been mastered by the barbarians of all generations, and it has been passed down by word of mouth!"

The corners of Mo Yi's mouth muttered, and all the points of light on his fingertips didn't enter Mo Li's mind, and he stood with his hands closed, his face was slightly pale, and it took a lot of energy to think about those light clusters!

The room regained its calm again, and the two of them were also immersed in their own artistic conception, Mo Li carefully chewed the spells recorded in the hundred shapes, until he completely remembered the mantra of the hundred shapes, his mind gradually introverted, and he silently recited the mantra in his heart, and he sometimes slowed down, sometimes raised his hand and pinched his fingers, every action was different, every action was cumbersome, dazzling, dizzying!

But after a series of actions of him, I saw that his breath gradually had a trace of reaction from the original no reaction, and the original breath was gradually transforming, sometimes feminine, sometimes resolute, sometimes gentle, sometimes chaotic!

Then his appearance also began to react, from the original appearance to a gray-haired old man, then to an old woman, then to a young man, and finally back to the appearance of middle age, every change of appearance flashed very quickly to the next appearance, which seemed extremely unstable, and this is also the essence of Mo Li did not fully grasp the essence of the hundred shapes, and the essence of its appearance, its shape is the reason!

Time gradually passed, and in a blink of an eye, it was evening, and Mo Li still showed no signs of waking up, but as a barbarian, Mo Yi slightly relaxed his eyelids, quietly, and walked slowly to the table, and took out a jade slip from his arms, holding a knife to carve stroke by stroke, and his skills were also extraordinary, the blade slowly turned with his mind, and then lines of handwriting appeared!

Time seems to be extremely fast, three days have passed in an instant, and these three days are like a blink of an eye for Mo Li, and like a life, but for Mo Yi, at this time, when he finished carving the words on the jade slip, he blew the crumbs on the jade slip, put it next to Mo Li, and quietly stepped out of the door, looking back at Mo Li who was infatuated, and couldn't help but feel a sharp pain in his heart, and in the blink of an eye, a touch of decision flashed, only to see his palm wave forward, and then open his mouth to spurt blood, and the blood condensed into a red blood seal under the traction of his fingertips, which was lightly attached to the door, and the whole room also sent out a trace of trembling, and then the blood seal disappearedOnce again, the whole room was quiet!

For today, it was the last day of the end of the clan festival, and this day was more important than ever for Moy, and he looked up at the unattainable sky, and the corners of his mouth were indescribably lonely.

"It's going to be a good day today!!"

With a wave of his arm, the originally lonely back suddenly appeared like a tight arrow, ready to go, and the figure turned two forks and came to the clearing, staring sharply at the men on the field with their heads held high, and roared in a rough and high-pitched voice: "Today, it will be dangerous to go back to the tribe with me, and those who are weak must stay!"

"We're going back to the tribe!"

"We're going back to the tribe!!"

"We're going back to the tribe!!"

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