The rock became curious, what a unique skill the Holy City has!
Is it possible to learn it?
This is much easier to use than the Confucian sage calligraphy.
"Look at his forehead."
Mo Yunqi asked Shi Yan to look at Mo San's forehead.
Shi Yan turned around and looked carefully, only to see clearly the word "sacred" on Mo San's forehead.
Talk about black.
It has the charm of the three-character Tianxiameng written by myself.
Is it because of this?
He couldn't help but frown and couldn't help but look at Mo Yunqi's forehead.
Mo Yun's hair stood up as he looked at it, and he thought to himself, what is this person going to do?
Those little eyes have evil intentions!
I want to hide away, but I don't dare to show it.
I am afraid that the rock will dislike me.
"What does this chant have to do with this?"
The rock is curious!
I have an idea in my heart, isn’t it just a holy word?
That kind of charm is just like the ink in the inkstone.
Is it possible to consider it?
This guy Mo Yunqi is a descendant of the Mo family.
Do you want to do an experiment?
"You must be a descendant of the Mohist family and have a holy figure!"
Mo Yunqi sighed, there was no way he could envy him.
If you are not talented enough, it will be useless if you have all kinds of temperaments.
Something you cannot have no matter how hard you try.
"What did the sage say? Can't he continue talking?"
Shi Yan was curious, Mo San had always been a saint, but there was no such thing below.
Doesn't he know what the saint said?
It's logically impossible!
"Do you think chants are so simple? Just knowing the sayings of saints is enough? No! Talent, cultivation, opportunities, none of that..."
Mo Yunqi sighed deeply.
Regarding the unique skill of Holy Song, it's not that Mo San doesn't want to go down, but that he doesn't have the ability.
Can't continue.
Not to that point yet.
Unable to break through one's own barriers.
Cultivation limits, whether there are limits on other things, I'm afraid there are.
How could he, Mo Yunqi, know this?
Since there is no holy figure, it is naturally impossible to understand it thoroughly.
Looking at Mo Yunqi, he looked envious and jealous.
Shi Yan understood. It wasn't that Mo San didn't want to read out the saint's sayings.
But it's simply impossible.
One is that it has not been cultivated, and the other is that there are other restrictions.
Even if you know the complete sayings of the saint.
But when performing holy chants, it is impossible to fully display the saint's sayings.
Just like myself, even though I hold the Confucian sage's calligraphy in my hand.
But what really shines is just a little bit of the surface.
If the words on the Confucian sage's calligraphy were completely displayed stroke by stroke in the form of sword light.
That is called the power to destroy heaven and earth.
Unfortunately it is difficult to do.
Mo San felt the same way at this moment.
If you want to unleash the true power of chants, you have a long way to go!
This is especially true, having surpassed all the younger generation of Mohist disciples.
"come over."
Rock nodded and called Mo Yunqi to come over.
Must try.
Even if it fails, nothing will be lost.
But what if it happens.
It will save you a lot of trouble in the future.
All of this is to control the Tianxia Alliance.
As he waved his hand, he held an ink pen.
The pen with the words Tianxiameng written on it was still there, but he put it away.
Now I hold it in my hand again.
Isn’t it just a holy word?
Try writing one.
"do what?"
Mo Yun became suspicious, should he still write about Tian Xia Alliance?
It seems that what I wrote has not been used yet!
He’s still hiding it in himself!
What does it mean?
Rock came closer and pointed the pen in his hand at Mo Yunqi's forehead.
"You said it works, do you want to try it?"
You must make it clear to him, otherwise he will become resistant.
It is not a good thing to have an inscription on your forehead.
He must be allowed to do it himself.
Mo Yunqi understood instantly.
People want to use themselves as experiments!
I saw a vague holy word on Mo San's forehead.
He also wants one for himself.
Mo Yunqi almost laughed out loud.
What a joke!
You think you can do it by writing just one word.
Holy posture!
That is God's will, the chosen one.
How can it be created by an ordinary person.
If so, that's okay.
Just come as you like.
Hold down a Mohist disciple and write a holy word on his forehead.
You can become a saint.
Do not make jokes.
In that case, the Holy City will be unparalleled in the world, and no one and what kind of force can stop it.
Impossible!
Just whimsical.
But I’m also very touched. They do it to improve themselves!
Who can do this.
Is it fun?
Absolutely not, they are all adults, how can they have that kind of childish heart.
Although it's not right.
But this kind of intention is rare.
I really consider myself a brother.
I was filled with guilt and emotion inside.
I could only smile bitterly, but I couldn't refute the rock face.
People are doing it for their own good!
"If you want to try, just try!"
Mo Yunqi sighed in his heart, the difference between him and Mo San was this.
Without a holy figure, one can only become a person at the bottom of the Holy City.
I really hope that the rock test can be successful.
In that case, you will also have the saintly appearance.
There is the possibility of chasing the Holy Lord with Mo Sanjiang.
Even if you can’t become a Holy Lord, so what!
The future will be bright.
A holy word, but it is a chasm and an insurmountable obstacle!
People can become candidates for the Holy Lord.
I don’t have this possibility!
"I know what you are thinking, but what if it happens!"
Yan Yan raised his pen in front of Mo Yunqi and said this.
When Mo Yunqi heard this, his whole body trembled.
yes!
What if it happens?
Doesn’t it mean that he also has a saintly appearance?
Even if it was created by him.
But it is also different from ordinary people.
The future looked bright then!
There is no use worrying about gains and losses.
Just come.
It's in this subordinate's testing room.
With the power of Duan Inkstone, maybe it can be done.
Even if it doesn't work, you won't lose anything, so why not give it a try.
Perhaps God took pity on him and granted him the status of a saint.
"Come on! Let me see if I have a holy figure!"
Mo Yun raised his head and moved closer.
I really hope so!
I have been in the Holy City for so many years and have been looked down upon.
It's so difficult to get ahead, and I hate the frosty temples.
If you really have a holy figure one day.
I want to see what the faces of those guys who look down on me will be like.
Rock nodded.
That’s right!
How will you know if it works if you don’t try it?
He pointed the pen in his hand at Mo Yun's forehead and put it up.
Swish Swish Swish
The pen moves away from the dragon and the snake, and the ice is released!
A holy word appears on the forehead.
The old ape was behind the rock and saw something like this.
I thought the rocks were being brushed with ink clouds.
So I snickered maliciously.
Little did I know that I couldn't stop laughing when I was smiling.
A miracle actually happened!
Buzz
A weak voice.
It seemed like a door of opportunity had opened.
Mo Yun raised his forehead and a star suddenly appeared.
Black as ink.
Then it spins like a vortex.
It looks like only a little bit.
It’s scary!
It seems like it can swallow everything.
I can't help but step in.
terrible.
"Uh...ah!"
The severe pain made Mo Yunqi tremble all over, twitching and falling to the ground.
His whole body was shaking and he looked like he was about to die.
Rock was stunned and looked at the pen in his hand.
Could it be that he is holding a sword?
Did it pierce Mo Yunqi’s forehead?
Why do I feel like I'm in trouble?
He quickly went over to help Mo Yunqi up and reached out to wipe his forehead.
It's just ink, just wipe it off.
But it can't be wiped off anywhere.
The charm of the word "World Alliance" is clearly visible on his forehead.
This was not over yet, and it invaded Mo Yunqi's mind extremely quickly.
Rock ignored this and kept wiping his forehead.
Buzz
The rock's hand glowed with golden light, and the hand holding the sword suddenly appeared.
He was stunned immediately.
Don't understand why.
At this time, the hand holding the sword suddenly appeared, and it must have been attracted by something.
Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the changes in his hands.
But the hand holding the sword was still pressed on the holy character on Mo Yunqi's forehead.
Can't bring it up.
An invisible suction force firmly sticks the two together.
The rock couldn't even withdraw its hand.
Mo Yunqi's whole body twitched violently.
"broken."
The rock screamed secretly, saying that he had done something wrong.
Mo Yunqi can't bear it!
what to do?
Look at your golden hands.
There is no other way but to hope that the hand holding the sword can suppress it.
The Swallowing Mystic Technique was working hard, and the sword-holding hand was filled with spiritual power, rolling towards the holy words on Mo Yunqi's forehead.
To suppress the power of the Holy Word.
boom
The ink vibrates.
Golden package.
The two colors compete desperately.
You come and go, and no one is convinced.
Shi Shi broke into a cold sweat, it really hurt Mo Yunqi.
If he cannot be suppressed, Mo Yunqi will undoubtedly die.
He never imagined that a random holy word would bring him such disaster.
The rock could completely give up on him at this moment.
He is just a small person, and when he dies, he dies.
There are as many Mohist disciples as dogs in the Holy City.
Grab one at random and give him the possibility of inheriting the position of Holy Lord.
No one would resist such a thing.
Mo Yunqi was trembling all over, his eyes filled with despair.
He knew that he was going to die.
As long as the rock withdraws its hand, he will die immediately.
He could only look at the rock facing him with eyes longing to live.
"Hold on, you won't die, and you will fight with me in all directions... This is your chance!"
Shi Yan's words were sonorous and powerful, and every word was filled with concern for him.
"Is it my chance?"
Mo Yunqi muttered.
Fire slowly ignited in his eyes.
yes!
This is opportunity.
I survived, and the road ahead is smooth from now on.
It's really effective, and I have a holy appearance.
Just no chance.
Missing opportunities.
At this moment, others gave me a chance.
If you don’t cherish it, you will only die!
Failure - rather die!
Mo Yunqi gritted his teeth and persisted.
There was a divine light in his eyes.
The hope of life and the vision of the future were enough strength for him to resist this pain.
The spiritual power in the palm of the rock is surging, the golden light is shining, and it suddenly presses against the ink color.
laugh
The rotating ink slowly shrinks.
The holy words have a different charm.
"It works, you don't have to die."
The rock let out a surprised sound.
It also gave Mo Yun an endless desire to survive.
If you are still alive, then try harder.
Mo Yunqi was shaken all over, resisting the trembling.
His eyes gradually changed from fear to calmness, and then became more and more confident.
Because he felt something special at this moment.
Fight.
As long as you fight, you can survive, and there may even be great benefits.
From this comes confidence.
"Uh...ah! Get down here..."
The rock roared low, and the spiritual power in his hand suddenly pressed down again.
The golden light violently impacted the ink color.
laugh
It's like being discouraged.
Rotating ink collapse.
Mo Yunqi slowly backed away, completely controlling himself.
He cupped his fists and bowed his hands deeply.
The grace of reinvention!
From then on, the sky is high enough for birds to fly, and the sea is wide enough for fish to leap.
The future is as bright as a rock.
The rock stopped its hand, and the hand holding the sword slowly disappeared.
Looking at Mo Yunqi, there is a faint holy word on his forehead, and the charm of gold and ink coexists.