On a barren hill that had been dug up in half, several pieces of rubble fell off the cliff-like cliff.

On the top of the mountain, an outstretched foot hung in the air and did not fall, if this foot stepped down, I was afraid that I would be buried on the cliff.

A book without a cover was removed from front of his eyes, and his face was a little surprised.

He never imagined that the barren mountain he walked on at his feet, for some reason, was actually half dug up.

After he left the madman tribe, he kept looking at the Taoist book in his hand, completely oblivious to the changes in front of him.

The mountain cliff is not so difficult that the evil self-generation is not embarrassed, but the Taoist book bought in his hand makes the evil self-generation eyebrows a little tight.

This Brute Pattern Dao Technique can indeed allow cultivators to master the brute patterns on their bodies, and make the brute patterns a force for cultivators. Cultivating to a high level can even allow cultivators to hide the brute lines on their bodies.

"But in this case, wouldn't the brute pattern be closer to the cultivator, and the suppression effect on the divine soul would probably still exist. Evil Zisheng said with some concern.

His purpose was to remove the suppression of the divine soul by the brute pattern, but the cultivation method on this Taoist book was a little different from his original idea.

"At the moment, I don't have any other better way, so I can only practice and try it first, maybe I think too much. Evil Zisheng smiled reluctantly and sat down on the top of the mountain.

According to the cultivation method on the Taoist book, Evil Zisheng slowly injected a wave of mana into the skeletal barbarian pattern on his arm.

This trace of mana is far from enough to activate the brute pattern supernatural power, and under the injection of this trace of mana, the idea of the silver-white skeleton seems to come to life, wanting to devour this trace of mana.

"How did it be so easy to wake up. "Evil was a little surprised.

According to the book, if a cultivator wants to awaken the brute pattern, it will take several months to say the least.

After all, this step is the most difficult, and there are even several other ways to awaken the mind of the brute stripe in the book.

It's done so easily now, and it feels a little strange for evil to spawn itself.

"Could it be that I'm a genius in cultivating brute patterns. "It's funny.

Some things are too easy and can give people the illusion.

Evil Zisheng didn't bother to continue to dwell on this matter, since the mind of the brute pattern had awakened so quickly, then he would continue to cultivate later.

What the evil self-born didn't expect was that as soon as the cultivation in the back began, the idea of the skeleton barbarian pattern disappeared.

"How can this be?" the evil self-generated was disappointed, according to the explanation in the Taoist book, this step should be very simple.

After pondering the contents of the two pages of the Taoist book several times, Evil Zisheng seemed to have some eyebrows.

"After the idea of the brute is opened, I want to chant a spell to maintain, but there is no spell on this book at all, is it..."

Sure enough, as the evil self-generated conjecture, this book is far more than just tearing off a cover, and part of the content inside has also been torn off.

Judging from the only content in the book, this Dao Technique is indeed a Dao Technique that controls the brute pattern extremely highly, but at the moment, it lacks a key part, and the value is a bit chicken.

"Spell, what kind of spell could it be. "Evil Zisheng still has some thoughts about this Taoist technique.

Some Dao magic powers must be opened with the help of spells, and for this, the evil is naturally clear. It's like casting the magic power of the scales of doom yourself, and you need to use a spell to release it.

But the Taoism is different, the spells are not the same, nonsense will not produce any effect at all, and even go mad, although the evil self-generation also knows some Taoist spells, but obviously has no connection with the Taoism of this barbarian.

Just when he was at a loss, Evil Zisheng suddenly remembered that when the skeleton barbarian pattern on his hand first used his magical powers, it seemed to be reciting some kind of incantation, and he was also reciting it at that time.

"I don't know if that spell will have an effect. Evil Zisheng recalled in his mind the dry and mysterious spells he had heard at that time, and gradually appeared clearly.

Once again, he awakened the skeletal barbarian intent in his hand, and the evil self-recited the withered incantation.

At this moment, in the body of the evil self-generated, silver light seemed to penetrate his flesh and blood and flew out.

In this dazzling silver light, the flesh and blood of the evil self-generated body disappeared, leaving only a silver-white skeleton.

I didn't expect my brute pattern to turn into such a picture after his brute pattern power.

If it weren't for the existence of consciousness, I was afraid that I would really think that I had been dead for several years, and only a pile of white bones remained.

After changing into the appearance of a skeleton, the evil self-born can still see and hear through the perspective of the skeleton, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound.

"Is this what is the case when people die?" thought to him.

But then the evil self-born laughed, how could a person still see and hear after death.

"It would be nice if people could see or hear after they die. Evil Zisheng looked up at the sky, and there was no expression on his bone-only face.

He stretched his neck, and there was a clicking sound between the bones in his neck.

The evil self-sheng lowered his head, and at the rib cage of his waist, the black stone was attached like a magnet.

"I didn't expect the flesh and blood on my body to disappear, and even the natal magic weapon disappeared, but this black stone remained. ”

I tried to take out the black stone with my hand bones, but no matter how hard I tried, it seemed to be in vain.

This stone was hit headlong into his body by the indefinite sentence before, and then the brute lines on his hand changed, what kind of relationship does the two have, and the evil self-born is also very curious in his heart.

But at the moment, I can't seem to think of a reason.

The dantian also disappeared, but inside the bones, the evil self-born could feel that his mana was working. However, the divine soul seemed to be sealed in the bones, and it was also unable to break free from the shackles of the brute lines.

Evil Zisheng tried to walk a few steps, only to realize that his body was more flexible after only the white bones remained.

With a punch, the power on the fist has increased a lot.

Unexpectedly, his bones had undergone great changes under the blessing of the sacrificial brute pattern.

"Before, I was either an opponent with a life sentence, or I suffered a physical loss, and if I used this bone body to fight again with an indefinite sentence, it was not that I had no chance of winning. ”

At this time, the evil self-born wanted to see if it was the other party's head iron, or his own bones were harder.

"By the way, how can this brute pattern power be canceled?" Evil Zisheng took out the secret book in his arms, opened it, swept it with his eyes, and instantly petrified on the spot.

The rest of this doesn't seem to be connected.

"The dragon who crosses the sea of misfortune does not fall into the sea of suffering. The evil self-born said silently.

"If the ox is not good, it can become a demon. ”

"Unparalleled swordsmanship, unparalleled in the world. ”

"I don't go to hell, who does. ”

"Kindness is compassion. ”

"It's good to give me a face for myself and let me change back. ”

......

After a few pillars of incense, bursts of blazing silver rays erupted on the white bones again, and as the silver rays were extinguished, the flesh and blood of the evil self-generated returned to the body again, but in the dantian, there was no mana.

"I didn't expect that after opening this brute pattern power, it would continue to consume mana, and it would return to its original state when the mana was exhausted. ”

Evil Zisheng took out two spirit stones from his arms and began to recover the mana in his body, but his eyes were worried, as if he was thinking about his next plan.

At the foot of a big mountain, thousands of barbarian slaves are digging the mountain, some with hoes like cranes' beaks digging towards the rocks, and some are busy transporting earth and rocks with dustpans.

A barbarian slave looked up at the cliff of the mountain, and when he lowered his head to dig the soil, he muttered to his companion: "This mountain is almost half dug up, and I haven't seen the shadow of the spiritual vein, but I'm afraid that this mountain will be dug in vain." ”

"How can there be any spiritual veins in this wild mountain, it is already very good for a mountain to be able to dig a few spirit stones. The big spiritual veins are occupied by the upper forces of the barbarians, and where can they be touched by the tribe. What about digging for nothing, we are slaves, and we have dug up something that we can't have, I just care about how long we have time to eat?"

A few days later, on the streets of the Blood Wolf Tribe, Evil Zisheng was looking around, which was a little different from when he came before, and the Blood Wolf Tribe at this time was full of white lanterns, obviously there was a big funeral in the Blood Wolf Tribe.

After finding a passer-by and asking a few words, the evil self-birth realized that the Qian Ye of the Blood Wolf Tribe was actually dead, and the sentence was not in the Blood Wolf Tribe.

Things were a bit unexpected, he originally returned to this blood wolf tribe, just to see if there was a chance to rescue Manxiaoyun, and by the way, he asked her more about sacrificing the barbarian pattern.

didn't expect her to have the ability to escape from Qian Ye's hands, but she underestimated her.

Evil Zisheng was about to leave the Blood Wolf Tribe, and in the sky, a wave of Mana fluctuations of the Xiangwen Realm Mahayana emanated out, and the Ghost Gu Woman fell from the sky holding a purple bowl in one hand and a bewitching woman with a huge white snake wrapped around her body in the other.

"It's the Ghost Gu Po and She Baiscale. ”

Seeing the two people falling from the sky, many monks of the Blood Wolf Tribe knelt down and bowed.

I didn't expect that under my mistake, I actually ran into a ghost Gu woman, and the other party is now in the Mahayana realm, which is obviously more difficult to deal with than a life sentence.

Evil Zisheng also hurriedly followed the example of the others, and knelt down, not wanting to attract the attention of the ghost Gu woman.

"How did Qian Duoduo die?" the ghost Gu woman asked, the viciousness of which was as suffocating as a demon.

"On the same day, the blood wolf tribe was ransacked by two monks, Qian Ye and the indefinite predecessors went to recapture the looted spirit stones, but the two did not return all night, and the next day I only found the body of Qian Ye, and the looted spirit stones and the indefinite seniors have long been missing. One of the people in charge replied tremblingly, he was just a Mahayana cultivator in the Bigu Realm, and he felt great pressure in front of the two of them.

"You have already investigated who the two monks who ransacked the Blood Wolf Tribe are. The Ghost Gu Woman asked again.

"A man and a woman, the man is a Mahayana monk in the Bigu Realm, and the woman is a Hinayana monk in the Bigu Realm, but the identity of the woman, we have investigated clearly, she is called Man Xiaoyun, a monk of the Barbarian Dao. ”

The white snake on She Bai's body suddenly burst out, and bit the neck of the monk who took revenge, and the monk of the Bigu Realm Mahayana didn't even have time to open the mana armor, and he was already killed on the spot.

"What a waste, the Blood Wolf Tribe actually let two monks with such a low realm loot, what are you all doing to eat. The white snake rushed out, and there was nothing on She Bai's scales, and his proud figure was fully displayed, but no one dared to look at it.