Hu Qingniu didn't know why, he suddenly felt some sadness in his heart, as if he had lost an extremely important person in his life, a sad emotion permeated his heart, his nose couldn't help but be a little sour, his eyes were red, and he wanted to cry.

The sound of sacrifice and prayer in the ears became more and more magnificent, as if thousands of living beings were crying at the same time, constantly echoing, penetrating into the heart, and the heavens and the earth were mourning.

Hu Qingniu's eyes were blood-red, and he looked up at the tombstone, but he could only see a haze, as if a layer of fog shrouded in the inscription, making it impossible to see clearly, and not knowing the identity of the tomb owner.

The white banner on the front side of the tomb still flows with bright red bloodstains, constantly dripping, as if telling the heroic history, the ancestors continue to bleed, extremely tragic.

Faintly, Hu Qingniu seemed to see a scene, there were ancestors falling in the sky, spilling blood, and the majestic bodies had lost their lives, and they kept falling like rags.

Look at his unwilling look after death, his mighty and inviolable resolute face, he must have been a generation of heroes and guarded one side during his lifetime, but it was extremely tragic, like an invisible death sickle, constantly harvesting life.

Heaven and earth wept, sprinkled with blood rain, there were constantly crying echoes, heaven and earth people screamed, and prayers came, pinning on the hope of a lifetime, but the tragedy in front of him ruthlessly wiped out the hope.

When Hu Qingniu woke up from the mysterious picture, he was already in tears, his hands were clenched into fists, his nails were sunk into the palms of his flesh, and blood was constantly oozing, but he didn't know it.

"The owner of the tomb must be a human sage, in order to protect one side, and bloody battles, even if it falls, no one cares, but it still cannot be desecrated, worthy of respect. ”

Wiping the tears on his face, Hu Qingniu couldn't help but think that this was an indescribable perception, which seemed to come from the continuation of the bloodline, which was indestructible and undeniable.

"Huh, I didn't expect this calf to feel it?"

There was a rare hint of surprise on the wooden villain's face, as if he was surprised by Hu Qingniu's reaction, and he could see the pictures and hear the magnificent sacrificial sound.

Hu Qingniu straightened his face, his face was solemn, he looked extremely pious and solemn, his hands were prostrate on the ground, and he kowtowed three times to the owner of the tombstone, without a trace of ambiguity.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

When he raised his head, there was some flesh and blood on his forehead, mixed with the gravel on the ground, obviously kowtowing just now, and there was no fraud in the slightest.

"No matter what, it can make my heart tremble, my blood resonate, and I feel a sense of sorrow, I must be a human sage, worthy of worship. ”

At this time, Hu Qingniu rarely did not have the previous playfulness, and there were tears on his face, obviously not completely out of his emotions, and a sadness always permeated his heart.

Just when Hu Qingniu finished kowtowing and was about to get up, he suddenly found that because he kowtowed too violently just now, his forehead was blurred, and there were traces of his blood on the ground, but at this time, it was strangely seeping into the ground and disappeared without a trace.

It seems to be the inheritance of a bloodline, a verification of a bloodline, after the blood stains on the ground disappeared, the sacrificial sound in my mind suddenly became louder, just like the yellow bell Dalu, the morning bell and the dusk drum, constantly bombarding the heart, difficult to extricate.

At this time, a gust of wind suddenly blew, blowing the white flags in front of the grave, as if resonating, whimpering wind, grinning white flags, as if telling the tragedy of history.

A drop of extremely bright blood, floating out of the white flag, does not have any glow, nor has it ever shined, some are just ordinary, back to basics, and ordinary people's blood, there is no difference.

Blood beads flew in the air, and then in Hu Qingniu's surprised look, they actually floated to his forehead, and merged into his body from the wound on his forehead, and in an instant, the wound on his forehead became smooth as before, as if he had never been injured.

"How is that possible... Rebleed... It's backblood..."

The wooden villain saw a drop of blood floating out of the white flag, and opened his mouth wide, even more shocked than the look just now, his pupils were full of disbelief, his mouth opened and closed slightly, and he couldn't help muttering to himself.

"This..."

Obviously feeling the change in his forehead, Hu Qingniu was also incredulous, touched his forehead with his hand, and only felt that it was as good as ever, it was so magical.

Hu Qingniu, who had not yet fully reacted, suddenly felt that his body was hot, and the energy of the blood beads did not dissipate, but turned into a warm current, flowing all over his body, and there was a burst of warmth in an instant.

The whole person's mind relaxed, as if returning to the most primitive maternal state, into the mother's arms, a feeling of affection came from the bottom of his heart, making him a little attached.

Compared with the elixir I ate before, Zhu Guo, Transformation Grass and the like, it is like the difference between fireflies and Haoyue, and it cannot be compared at all.

There was no discomfort in the body, no pain like a knife, no itching like a bite, some were just warmly embraced, but the cyan cow hair on the surface of the body began to shrink, and gradually, smooth and fair skin was revealed.

The hands originally evolved into semi-finished products, with the hooves of a cow and the five fingers of a human, but now they have gradually become slender and transformed into a pair of human palms.

The feet, which were as thick as the legs of a cow, gradually became thinner, and the hooves became the soles of the feet, but they were still full of explosive power.

The most obvious feeling is the facial features on the face, which were originally like random patchwork and were squeezed together, and the face shape is even more like a cow's face, which looks worse than a monster, it's just a monster.

Now it is also quietly changing, as if there is a pair of invisible palms, like a mother's caresse, slowly smoothing out the imperfections on his face, gradually, a slightly honest and honest young man's face emerges in front of him.

"It's... Is this a complete transformation?"

Hu Qingniu felt a little incredible, as if in a dream, he didn't expect to die and come back to life after eating the transformation grass, and the result was a monster, and this drop of blood actually made him have a earth-shaking change.

Hurriedly stretched out his hands to see that it was a human palm, and touched his cheek, it turned out to be the same as he used to be on the earth, but now his figure is a little short, like a twelve-year-old child.

What surprised Hu Qingniu even more was that he was nourished by blood beads, and his body was even stronger than the previous cow's body, although his cultivation did not increase in the slightest, but the strength and height of his life were a qualitative leap.

"It actually succeeded? This calf is a little evil? It's just why after the transformation, this kid's eyebrows look a little familiar, it seems that he has seen it somewhere?"

The wooden villain stared blankly at the scene in front of him, and sighed in his heart that the calf was so lucky that he could get the master's blood, thinking that he was recognized by the master.

It's just that what puzzled him was that Hu Qingniu, who had transformed into a shape, was a little familiar.