Chapter Ninety-Seven: Strong Apprenticeship! Enlighten the secret method!

"Teacher, please teach me!"

Qin Changgeng bowed to Mo Lao, and didn't care whether Mo Lao agreed or not, he recognized him as a teacher first.

This kind of behavior is a bit of a scoundrel, but there are some shadows of the past that are still squirrel.

Even an old monster like Mo Lao, who has lived for thousands of years, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

At this time, the figure of Lin Feng, who had been dead for a long time, appeared in his mind.

Originally, it was like waiting for Lin Feng to help him reshape his flesh and pass on the nine languages of the ancestors to him.

But the world is impermanent, Lin Feng is unbearable, but Qin Changgeng has a natural talent, far surpassing Lin Feng.

The nine languages of the ancestors were passed on to Qin Changgeng, and they were also used to the fullest.

I believe that in the hands of Qin Changgeng, the true power of the nine languages of the ancestors can be brought into play.

A piece of crystal bone was taken out by Mo Lao and handed to Qin Changgeng.

"Take a good look at it, with your talent, maybe you can understand the mysteries."

Qin Changgeng took this beast bone with some excitement.

This beast bone is as clear as jade, a little rough to start, but the weight is very light.

The long and narrow skeleton is like a meniscus, wide on the outside and narrow on the inside.

Qin Changgeng could feel that there was an inexplicable aura flowing in the beast bones, which was incomprehensible.

Covering the surface of the beast bones with the power of the divine soul, he didn't find anything unusual.

When Qin Changgeng was carefully observing this beast bone, a systematic prompt suddenly appeared in his mind.

"A new martial art is detected, spend 300 points of Qi Luck to learn the meaning of the formula, 500 points to learn the Zhen character formula, 800 points to learn the killing of the word, does the master consume the Qi Luck value to learn immediately?"

Qin Changgeng, who was struggling with how to comprehend the mystery of the beast bones and obtain the nine languages of the ancestors, suddenly felt like heaven when he heard the prompt sound of this machine.

Children make choices, and as adults, of course, they all have to go.

Without too much hesitation, the ecstatic Qin Changgeng's mind moved.

In an instant, he chose to study all, and the luck value he had finally squeezed was also consumed.

The beast bones glowed brightly in Qin Changgeng's hands, suspended in mid-air, enveloping Qin Changgeng's entire body.

The mysterious runes turned from virtual to real, constantly drilling into Qin Changgeng's eyebrows, and vaguely audible whispers from ancient times could be heard.

Qin Changgeng closed his eyes, as if he had dreamed back to ancient times.

You can see the vast land, and many Terrans are rounding up a strange beast with a towering head.

The beast's body was a hundred feet long, and it was a stark contrast to the small human race.

An old man with a bone staff and dressed in animal skins was at the front of the line.

There are words in his mouth, and his expression is solemn and solemn.

Several ancient runes condensed in the void, and a faint golden glow flowed on the surface, which was very miraculous.

The runes flickered, pouring into the beast's massive body.

The beast roared in pain, a look of fear in its cruel eyes, and collapsed to the cheers of countless Terrans.

Qin Changgeng, who was immersed in it, did not have the slightest perception of the outside world.

His breathing was steady, and his face was ruddy, as if he had fallen asleep.

Seeing the abnormality of the beast bones, there was also the appearance of Qin Changgeng.

Mo Lao could no longer maintain his previous calmness, his eyes widened, and a rich look of horror flashed.

Under the excitement, most of his beard was torn off, and the innate qi in his body showed signs of disorder.

The occurrence of this situation is clearly a manifestation of Qin Changgeng who has already comprehended the essence of the nine languages of the ancestors.

Thinking that I have studied hard for so many years, I have only gotten a little fur.

But as soon as this kid took over the animal bones, he fell into an epiphany before he could cover the heat.

Even with Mo Lao's temperament, he almost jumped to scold his mother.

Originally, when he saw this kid with a sad face just now, he was ready to give some pointers and talk about his experience over the years.

But in the blink of an eye, such a change happened, and I was quite caught off guard.

However, Mo Lao still knew that Qin Changgeng was at a critical time now, and he must not be disturbed.

Mo Lao forcibly suppressed the depression in his heart and watched with bated breath.

He was surprised to find that Qin Changgeng's body was surrounded by an inexplicable Dao rhyme, and this Dao rhyme seemed to be somewhat helpful to his comprehension of the nine languages of the ancestors.

Don't think about it so much, Mo Lao immediately sat not far from Qin Changgeng to protect the Dharma, quietly feeling the mysterious changes.

This is also an opportunity for Mo Lao.

The nine languages of the ancestors were passed down from ancient times, and they were still a lot of mutilation.

The symbols inside are all ancient characters with fixed meanings.

It took a lot of effort to parse some of them, but many of them were unclear.

If you can't even read it, don't talk about cultivation.

Using the divine soul as a bridge to communicate the aura of Dao rhyme on Qin Changgeng's body, Mo Lao trembled.

Like seeing the moon through the clouds, a kind of realization arose in my heart.

Many things that I couldn't understand before are gradually integrated, as if I suddenly opened up.

The breath around the body surges, and as time passes, it continues to increase.

I don't know how long it took, the beast bones lost their luster, but they shrunk into rice grains, and swooped into Qin Changgeng's eyebrows.

The speed was so fast that even Mo Lao didn't react.

On Qin Changgeng's forehead, a peculiarly shaped mark was formed, which only flickered for a while before fading.

At this time, except for Qin Changgeng, no one in the Nine Languages of the Ancestors could comprehend this martial art through the beast bones.

Unless Qin Changgeng has a way to take out that beast bone.

When Qin Changgeng opened his eyes, Mo Lao leaned his head over and asked impatiently.

"Tell me, how much have you comprehended?"

At this moment, Mo Lao's face was only a finger away from Qin Changgeng, and a pair of vicissitudes of life stared directly at Qin Changgeng.

It made Qin Changgeng's face a little unnatural.

If he said the fact that he had completely comprehended the nine words of this mutilated ancestor, Mo Lao was afraid that he would think he was crazy.

In order to avoid Mo Lao being frightened, and in order to maintain his normal image, Qin Changgeng could only tell a white lie.

"A little."

When he said it, he looked dejected.

"The beast bone released an irresistible force, and I only felt that there was a flower in front of me, and I didn't know anything."

Mo Lao was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips, and then glared at him fiercely,

Obviously didn't believe his words, but didn't continue to ask.

How much you can comprehend depends on your own ability, and there is no point in continuing to ask.

"You kid is really too demonic, you just got the beast bone, and you realized something from it so quickly."

"Hey, I think I've been studying for thousands of years and can't compare to you, it's really more popular than people."

"Okay, I'm going to be in retreat for a while recently, so don't bother me, kid."

Without waiting for Qin Changgeng to say some comforting words, Mo Lao left with a depressed face.

This fight with this kid is a big loss.

Retreats are real, and it takes time to digest those realizations.