It was already dinner time, and after the immortal in the painting held a ceremony to pass on the ink, the tribesmen took out the food they had hunted today and roasted it next to the fire.

The others had already eaten dinner, had after-dinner activities, danced. The ancients had no entertainment, dancing around the fire was their only entertainment, and its purpose was mainly to seek copulation!

The four of Mo Qian were munching on food while looking at the people around the fire.

A very small guy is very eye-catching, not only on the face, but also on the upper body of ** is painted with oil paint, dancing wildly under the leadership of the fairy in the painting, and spit out a few incomprehensible syllables from time to time in his mouth.

This is a kind of non-mainstream dance, and ink always feels jerky when doing it.

Sometimes he bent down and lowered his hands to wash the dishes, and sometimes he raised his head and his hands to the sky to cheer, after all, he didn't know what rhythm was at first, and his movements were stiff.

The four of them already knew about the previous things, and the inheritance could only be obtained by one person, and it was true that they didn't have that life, and they couldn't be jealous. But it doesn't mean that I don't have resentment in my heart, at this time, watching the ink painting being dragged by the fairy in the painting to sing and dance, the mood is very happy!

Since they were children and have been cultivating until now, have they ever danced? The answer must be no!

So have they ever appreciated the dance?

In this era of supremacy of strength, it is better to have this time than to grasp cultivation. Of course, there are still people who specialize in dancing, but which of them is not stunning, dancing to capture the soul, where is as wild as the one in front of them now, and the word dance is well ruined.

The witch dance, the dance of the ancient great power to sacrifice heaven and earth, is actually divided into two types. One is danced by men and one by women. Primarily, it is a devotion to the gods who are high above.

If there is a woman beating, then it is definitely more graceful and gorgeous than everyone in today's Qinglou, which is different from the dance of the heavenly demons that beats by cultivating the magic path charm exercises, which makes people's hearts full of demons and blood boiling. The woman danced the witch dance, which made people hold their breath and stop, not daring to be alarmed. By the purest woman, with the most fanatical faith, willing to give everything she has to the gods, without a trace of blasphemy! Every time there is a big festival, there is a special saint dancing on the altar, and the gods send an oracle to bless the peace of the clan.

Of course, the previous is the witch dance of the saint, now, the four of Mo Qian can't bear to look at each other, it's too embarrassing, the novice of ink is completely a-stirring stick inside, although the performance is very serious, but for a novice, it's useless to be serious, one down, it can only be said that ink has lowered the faith of the entire tribe.

A good solemn dance because there is one more person who seems different, and the slow movement has explained a lot of problems, this guy doesn't know it, and when everyone disperses, he is still immersed in the dance, as if he is enchanted and is alone there to choreograph and perform. The people of the tribe did not go far and stood on the periphery and watched him.

In the painting, the fairy walked next to the four of Mo Qian, and said with a smile: "Why are you not interested in dancing together?"

The four of them shook their heads in unison, and they didn't jump even if they were killed!

Eh, the fairy in the painting sighed, sure enough, the mud couldn't support the wall, that kid was right, even if it was sent to them by chance, he would throw it away. Wu Wu! The way to communicate with ghosts and gods is like a cabbage, and no one asks for it, or that kid has a vision!

Thinking of what happened to that kid before, the fairy in the painting gritted his teeth with hatred, the inheritance of the twelve ancestors and witches only took one, and how much anger he had to endure to not directly abolish this kid. And this kid is thick-skinned and has no bottom line, and he just got an oolong and wanted to make up for himself, and he took away his housekeeping skills. I don't know how much he can learn this witch dance.

Due to the rejection, the fairy in the painting was in a very bad mood, ignoring the sycophants of the four people in turn, directly treating it as non-existent, watching the ink and wash dance continuously in the field, over and over again, seeing that his movements were becoming more and more standard, he couldn't help but nod his head in praise.

The beating behind the ink has long been unconscious, the mind seems to communicate with something, the dark road ahead, the only light shines ahead, guiding oneself forward, but can never move forward, can not touch the light in front of oneself, is this a problem that one's cultivation is not enough or that one's faith is not pure enough?

Slowly exhaling a breath, Shui Mo's whole person stopped, panting heavily, tired to death, more tired than training, and the scene in front of him slowly turned back into a huge fire. The heat of the fire is amazing, I didn't think it before, but now I just want to get away from here as soon as possible.

The fairy in the painting is very satisfied, he learned very well, he didn't communicate with the ghosts and gods because of his lack of experience, if the people of the tribe were under his leadership and relied on everyone's beliefs, they would be able to communicate with the ghosts and gods. It can be said that the current ink has initially learned the witch dance, and has taken a big step forward in taking over the inheritance of the witch, of course, if he had obtained the inheritance of the twelve ancestors and witches, these things would have been self-taught for a long time, and now when I think of it, the fairy in the painting is still gritting his teeth, and the things left by his master have been ruined by life, and every time I think of it, I want to kill the person in front of me, and then apologize for my sin with death!

"Old man!" Shui Mo didn't feel conscious at all, came to the side and lay down, and said directly: "Take out anything else that presses the bottom of the box, don't hide it and pinch it, I will learn to go, master!"

Mo Qian's four people glanced at each other, envious, jealous and hateful, how could they talk like this? People are more angry than people!

"It's gone!" said directly before the fairy in the painting could turn around. More and more dissatisfied with this kid.

"How can it be gone, isn't there still a cultivation method, the people here are obviously physically strong, tell me what's going on, you must know, don't hide your secrets!" After Shui Mo finished speaking, he gave others a look, seeing that this group of people had nothing to gain for a long time, so they could only go out on their own.

"I don't have any tricks!"

"How is that possible!"

"Really, these people are all descendants of the combination of witch and human, with the blood of witch on their bodies, and their natural power is amazing, but I don't know what's going on, the descendants of witches will not be gifted with supernatural powers!" explained the fairy in the painting, taking out one thing by the way, "You can also become a witch body if you want to, but the spiritual root will be degraded, and you can only take the path of physical cultivation in the future." ”

But think that it should be the practice that the tomb owner himself deduced, and it is carried out on a human basis, no wonder only half of the inheritance, not the bloodline body of the witch, it is impossible to learn all the supernatural powers.

I got the inheritance of the copycat goods, and this bloodline transformation, Ink and Wash was very resistant in my heart, and I didn't do it as a good person, but made myself an inhuman existence, and I couldn't pass this level in my heart, so I shook my head and gave up.

Mo Qian, their spiritual roots are good, their cultivation is a smooth road, and they are considered elite in the Mo family, so they naturally will not give up their talents, so there is only one person left.

Yang Rong's own spiritual root can't be cultivated, this temptation is too great, and he doesn't need to give up anything to enhance his strength, and when faced with the idea of transforming his bloodline, he agreed with a little hesitation.

"Are you the only one?" The fairy in the painting looked at the things in his hand, he knew that he would prepare one portion, why should he bother to prepare five copies?

Shui Mo looked at his expression and said, "Why don't you give him all five copies, the blood is a little thicker, and the potential should be a little greater!"

"You think it's boiling soup! the more the better!" The fairy in the painting said angrily, the layman is really terrible, thinking that the bloodline transformation is very easy, and the body can't stand it and dies directly in the end.

"Yes, yes, everything is as you get old!" Ink helped the man pinch his shoulders and winked behind him.

"Everything is under the orders of the seniors!" Yang Rong said directly and respectfully.

"It's not impossible, the main thing is that your strength is low now, and you can strengthen it again when your strength is stronger!" said the fairy in the painting with a relaxed expression.

"Then next time, let's come to visit you again, and by the way, I will bring you some gifts from the outside world!" Shui Mo pinched his shoulders and said in someone's ear.

The younger the person, the more there is no bottom line, the fifteen-year-old man patted his fart and opened his mouth, and directly said that the fairy in the painting was very comfortable, until the end of the tear to bring a beautiful woman to serve the fairy in the painting was called to stop.

"Eh, I don't have a chance next time, the fairy in the painting who is in contact with me said that this place is being broken, presumably your people are looking for it, and the fight is endless, and this place will soon be affected, and it will collapse soon!"

Who did it! Aren't you going to get out in a hurry?

The fairy in the painting saw their thoughts, "There is still a little time, come with me!"

As he spoke, he walked towards the fire, an ancient language blurted out, something in his hand floated into the air, the lid was lifted, and a thick liquid fell directly into Yang Rong's mouth, and at the same time, the finger of the fairy in the painting directly hit Yang Rong's eyebrows.

Yang Rong was caught off guard and the pain of the potion he took had not yet started, the strength of his whole body was all sealed, and he felt that even his soul was out of control, and from the center of the eyebrows in the fairy finger in the painting, thin lines spread, bulging from under the skin, and wandering all over the body.

It's disgusting! It feels like some bugs are drilling in it, and the ink is a little unbearable to look at directly, but fortunately there is no hot-headed person who agrees to transform.

Yang Rong's connection with his body was cut off, and he didn't feel a trace of pain at all, but the slightest change in his body was all realized, his strength was getting stronger, and he thought that he would undergo the test of will, and the idea of whether he would faint halfway was not realized, everything seemed to be out of **, and he watched his other self grow indifferently.

The already tall man was now taller again, and the muscles of his whole body were bulging, full of explosive power. With a hard grip, Yang Rong felt that there was no problem for him to single out the Jindan stage demon beast now!

Ink's eyes are very bright, this kind of person is an absolutely domineering existence as a bodyguard! Burly and domineering, and strong, he will have to rely on him to walk sideways in the future, even if it is a fox and a fake tiger.

Especially when the fairy in the painting stuffed himself with the extra materials and asked himself if he had seen the steps clearly, the eyes of the ink were shining with stars, and when he fell asleep, he had a pillow, and nodded desperately and said that he had learned it, and this matter would be on me in the future. After speaking, he also showed Yang Rong an expression of a fox stealing an old hen.

Please, please, please!

Yang Rong was glanced at by him, and the excitement of improving his strength fell directly into the trough, could it be that he would ask for others next time he was upgraded?

When I think of this, I don't feel anything!