The high priest trembled again, and took out a small bowl made of bone and two knives from an octagonal altar in front of the priest, and handed them to the two men. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mo Zifan glanced at Mo Xiaoman, the other party didn't frown, and made a cut in the palm of his hand, Mo Zifan suddenly felt a chill, it wouldn't be to make a small bowl of blood, it was almost the size of a rice bowl, no way, do you follow the customs, you also drew a mouth, and you were about to see the bones, and suddenly the blood flowed like a column, and soon it was full of small bowls.

Seeing this, the high priest took the two small bowls, turned slowly, came to the altar, poured the two bowls of blood into a groove, and immediately recited a word in his mouth, not a word could be understood, it was an ancient incantation, and the blood in the groove seemed to come to life, changing at a speed visible to the naked eye, constantly changing shape.

Mo Zifan looked at it, and the blood actually condensed into three patterns that looked like ancient texts and patterns, Mo Zifan's blood condensed into two rune patterns, and Xiaoman's one was one.

The changes in the altar, the high priest ignored this, his eyes were closed, and he increased the sound of chanting the incantation and the speed of chanting the incantation, and then the bone staff was raised, and an inexplicable force came out to the three-headed and six-armed sacrificial spirit, and the blood on the altar suddenly disappeared, as if it was absorbed by the sacrificial spirit, and suddenly the three-headed and six-armed sacrificial spirit seemed to come to life, and the three pairs of eyes lit up at the same time, and the eyes glowed red, and the two eyes in front of him shot out two beams of red light, pointing directly at Mo Zifan.

Mo Zifan instinctively wanted to dodge, but found that he couldn't move, and he should rely on those two red lights to fall on him.

"Damn, I don't have flowers in my eyes, do I?"

Mo Zifan was glared at by the red light, and suddenly felt that the sacrificial spirit seemed to smile at himself, obviously it was a statue, but once he died, he would glow, not to mention, he would actually smile, he had worshiped so many Bodhisattvas in his previous life, and he had never seen them laugh.

Then Mo Zifan put away his distracting thoughts, because the blood in his body was boiling now, and the speed and distance of the blood vessels in his body were up and down as soon as he could see it with the naked eye, and there was a feeling that the blood vessels were about to burst, and he suddenly felt a sense of mania.

"Seeing the heart, the mind is pure, the mind is like a dantian, thinking about the natural abilities that you have predicted. ”

The old voice of the high priest, like a morning bell and a dusk drum, went straight to the heart, so that Mo Zifan's manic mood gradually calmed down, according to the guidance of the voice, and then his mind touched the dantian, and his head recalled the transformation ability and curse ability, when Mo Zifan recalled these two abilities, he suddenly felt a shock to his whole body, and the red light on his body suddenly shone brightly, and his body seemed to be wrapped in blood, and then a mysterious and incomprehensible power went straight into the dantian through the red light, and condensed into two rune patterns in the dantian.

Mo Zifan saw that it was actually the two patterns that had been condensed in the blood altar before, which were exactly the same.

At this moment, a cool breath suddenly came out of the chest, circulating all the limbs and bones of the body, and the qi and blood of the whole body immediately seemed to be cooled, just now it was a raging flood, and now it has become a trickle, everything seems to be dreaming, and then the abdomen is hot, and the two runes in the dantian, like crazy, began to rotate, and suddenly in the air, there is constantly aura, converging, faster and faster, thicker and thicker, and gradually the body is wrapped.

"Heartprint unity?"

And the surrounding villagers, some people saw this scene, and immediately let out an exclamation, Mo Zifan had just obtained the talent ability, and now he has begun to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, this scene completely stunned everyone, even the high priest with the same zombie face, a trace of exclamation appeared on his face.

When the average warrior breaks through the Nine Heavens of Blood Refining, after awakening his innate ability, there will be a process of adaptation and exploration, and he needs to communicate with the runes of the dantian through his thoughts, and through continuous nourishment, he can be the unity of the heart pattern, and then absorb the aura of heaven and earth, which represents the initial level of Lingyun.

This process varies from person to person, and is linked to personal qualifications, some people may be able to complete it in ten days and half a month, and some people may take a long time, but there has never been anyone in the village who has just awakened his innate ability and reached the heart pattern unity to achieve the Lingyun primary realm, but Mo Zifan did it.

When Mo Zifan woke up, he touched his chest, the lost bronze pendant mark, and wanted to lift his clothes to take a look, but when he saw that the atmosphere was a little weird, everyone's expressions were a little weird, and he thought that his dark talent was discovered by the villagers, and he just came up with the idea of escaping, and he was interrupted by an old voice.

"What is your name, child, how old are you?" said the high priest, almost trembling.

Mo Zifan looked at the other party's expression, quite kind, but you don't even know who the awakened person is, so you presided over the blood sacrifice ceremony, but it was reported by the great elder, and it was suddenly understood, so he said respectfully: "High priest, my name is Mo Zifan, and I am almost thirteen years old." ”

"Okay, good, but don't be arrogant, come to me if you have any problems. The high priest admonished three good words in a row.

Mo Zifan immediately thanked and saluted, ignoring the envy of the villagers, and turned to look at Mo Xiaoman, who was actually sweating profusely, a crumbling feeling, Mo Zifan saw it, and knew that the other party did not listen to what he said before, and did not believe that his ability was a barbarian.

When the surrounding villagers saw Mo Xiaoman's situation, they knew that this was a precursor to failure, and then thought about it, she had just broken through the Nine Heavens, and she came to awaken her innate ability, which was a bit early, not everyone can be as talented and demonic as Mo Zifan, the villagers thought like this, and their thoughts were immediately interrupted by Mo Zifan.

Mo Zifan suddenly said with words full of spiritual power: "Xiaoman, don't hesitate, your heart is sinking into the dantian, the intention is a barbarian, your ability is it, he is extremely powerful, please believe me." ”

Suddenly, Mo Xiaoman was shocked, his face showed a trace of bitterness, and then he was full of red light, and suddenly surrounded by a circle of aura, just like Mo Zifan just now, Mo Zifan didn't notice that when he spoke, a purple light flashed on his chest.

"Heartprint again?"

"I'm not dazzled, am I?"

"Could it be that Zifan helped Xiaoman?"

Suddenly there was a chaotic shocking sound, today they were completely stunned, the situation that had never appeared in the village before, today appeared in these two juniors, is this about to change the sky? Or did the ancestors manifest?

Just as the villagers and the high priest were concentrating, Mo Xiaoman burst into tears.

"Woo... Brother Fan, my ability is really a brute, woo... It's just grandpa, why did you give me this broken name, if I took Xiaohua, it wouldn't be like this. ”

What the hell is going on with this Nima?

Not only were the villagers dumbfounded, but even the high priest was a little confused, and when he woke up, he touched the center of the legend, and he was not satisfied?

Forehead... Wait a minute, something is wrong... How can such a genius be a barbarian? God, what are you, such a genius, but the ability is the weakest barbarian, just now the villagers who were still envious of Mo Xiaoman, and suddenly felt pity for the latter.

No wonder Xiaoman cried so sadly.

When others asked about Mo Zifan's talent, he had a straight face and said sincerely: "Poisonous fruit." ”

The villagers were taken aback and hurriedly said, "Are you a goblin?"

Mo Zifan nodded sunnyly, decided to lie to the end, and pulled the crying Xiaoman out of the mourning hall.

ps: Shuhong is the happiest thing to watch.,Collections、Recommendations、Clicks keep rising every day.,Relatives continue to help me.。 Hee-hee