Looking at the examiner who was knocked unconscious by himself, Li Mu showed a relieved smile on his face.

Facts have proved that his efforts during this period have indeed been fruitful.

A member of the original hunting team on the side pulled his teammate off the platform in horror and looked at the patriarch with a happy face.

Fortunately, fortunately, the patriarch was wise and replaced him from the stage in advance.

Otherwise, the one who is lying on the ground now should be replaced by him.

Li Mu was the seventh to come to power, that is, there were thirteen people behind him.

But after seeing the two of them fight, the remaining fights began to become a little careless.

Soon, the selection ended.

But the chosen young men did not leave, but gathered together and followed the patriarch to another square.

Li Mu entered with a curious expression.

The rest of the people were similar, and here, he also saw a few people from Xiaoshi.

This square is located in the center of the tribe and is not open to the public on weekdays, so Li Mu is also entering it for the first time.

As far as the eye can see, there are no buildings in the surrounding hundreds of meters, only a relief column tens of meters long stands in front of it.

Li Mu looked carefully and found that the cylinder was engraved with a large number of blood-colored patterns.

These blood-colored patterns seemed to contain some kind of strange power, and after observing them for a long time, a sudden roar sounded in his head.

Just a roar made him feel a terrifying oppression.

"Totem pole!!"

Li Mu withdrew from the visualization with a shocked face.

As soon as he took a step back, he bumped into the patriarch's well-developed pectoralis muscle.

Touched his head.

The patriarch then spoke with a serious face, "Children, this is the totem pole that our tribe has passed down from generation to generation, and it is a symbol that has blessed our Flying Bear Department in ancient times. ”

Hearing his words, everyone was relieved and reverent.

For no reason, when they saw the totem pole in front of them, they felt a burst of cordiality, and some even cried and stepped forward, rubbing the surface of the huge totem pole.

Li Mu was silent.

Among the barbarians, there has always been a saying that the fallen leaves return to their roots.

But because most of the people who died in the jungle could not even be retracted, there was a saying that the totem pole would call out the souls of the dead, so that those who died in battle could live on it.

And those who cry in front of the totem pole are the parents who died in battle, and can only hope that their souls will return to the tribe with the call of the totem.

At this time, the patriarch's smiling face also showed a calm and majestic look.

At some point, the old witch Zhu had also appeared in the square, wearing a colorful feather coat and a wood-carved flying bear mask on his head.

Clansmen lit a raging fire around the square.

And the old witch Zhu was in this blazing fire, dressed in a feather coat, dancing.

Different from the enchanting dancing of women, the prayer dance of Lao Wuzhu is more agile and mysterious.

Especially when the feather coat was ignited by the flames and the sparks turned into points of light and scattered, it seemed to instantly hook up the totem pole in front of them.

A mysterious force converges.

In a trance, Li Mu subconsciously followed everyone to kneel in front of the totem pole.

One knock, two knocks, three knocks.....

Finally, a huge figure emerged, revealing a wild aura.

Just as the breath rushed towards him to imprint, he suddenly felt a burning pain in his chest.

Li Mu hurriedly untied the animal skin on his body.

I saw a black tattoo appear on his full and powerful chest.

A black tiger was in a culling posture, opening its bloody mouth and staring coldly ahead.

Ahead?

In a daze, a huge flying bear figure appeared, staring coldly at the tattoo on his chest.

But he is gone, and all that remains now is a shadow of the bones of the past and the manifestation of blood and faith.

Similarly, although this black tiger tattoo looks aggressive, a pair of blood-colored tiger eyes are even more chilling.

But it is also unconscious, just the manifestation of Li Mu's talent.

The two phantoms looked at each other and compromised with each other.

Finally, the wild phantom that the totem pole turned into turned into a white streamer and injected it into Li Mu's body.

Behind Li Mu's body, a pair of blood-colored wings were added to the black tiger stripes.

It all happened in a split second.

The music of the sacrifice stopped, and Li Mu also woke up from that confused state.

Seeing that in the square at this moment, Old Wu Zhu and the patriarch were talking and laughing softly, occasionally looking at the young people lying on the ground, and they also showed a look of relief.

I saw Li Mu wake up.

Old Wuzhu waved his hand and motioned for him to step forward.

At this moment, Li Mu was puzzled in his heart, and when he saw the beckoning, he immediately got up and stepped forward.

Only then did he notice that there was a large group of people lying on the ground.

Obviously, he was one of the people here just now.

As if seeing Li Mu's doubts, Ye Lao smiled and said, "Shh, I know what you want to ask." But all I can tell you is that it was all a gift from our ancestors! ”

"A gift from the ancestors?" Li Mu was a little confused.

Seeing this, Old Wu Zhu's face showed a trace of gloom.

Clapping his hands on the shoulder, he said earnestly: "Our ancestors were flying bears, and you must remember that the flying bears once blessed our ancestors, and he is still blessing us countless years after he disappeared. ”

Then he looked at the totem pole in the square, and muttered some ancient barbarian words, as if he was praying for something.

Li Mu thought in his heart, "Blessed?" ”

A figure that has disappeared for countless years, but can still empower others thousands of years later.

How powerful should He be?

For a moment, the boy's thoughts were full of thoughts.

That's the supreme yearning for great power!