With the appearance of the tenth star, all the sounds in the world fell silent at this moment.
Even the obscure auras in the sky paused quietly, and there was a vague emotion of surprise spreading.
The moment the tenth golden star appeared, the astrolabe exploded with a "bang" sound.
A golden beam of light shot toward the sky from Kaoru Kodama's hand, and an extremely tyrannical pressure spread out from the beam of light, sweeping across the world.
Under this kind of pressure, most of the people present were horrified to find that the fighting spirit in their bodies had stopped running, and even a kind of awe spread deep in their souls...
This is the reverence of the inferior to the superior...
All the people of the ancient tribe stared dumbly at the golden beam of light that shot straight into the sky. They had the same bloodline as Xun'er, and the pressure seemed even stronger to them.
At this moment, there were many people from the ancient clan who could not bear the strong pressure. With a "pop", they knelt down on the ground, their faces filled with fanaticism.
In the void space, space ripples are constantly appearing. Obviously, the old guys from the ancient tribe can't sit still.
"Divine bloodline...the ancient clan is really blessed..."
Next to Xiao Chen, looking at the ten bright stars on the astrolabe, Mang Tianzhi sighed softly and said.
There was unconcealable envy in his voice. As a member of the Thunder Clan, one of the eight ancient tribes, Mang Tianchi naturally knew very well how important this divine bloodline was to an ancient race.
"Boy Xiao Chen, do you now know why these elders of this ancient clan don't want to see you?"
Mang Tianchi looked at Xiao Chen with thunder in his turbid eyes, and said with a strange smile.
"It really is a divine bloodline..."
Elder Tongxuan was talking excitedly, with a look of fanaticism in his eyes. When his emotions gradually calmed down.
Elder Tongxuan's face was solemn, and he stretched out his hands respectfully, and then gently grasped the air in front of him, followed by Elder Tongxuan's palm.
A dragon pen shining with colorful luster appeared in the hands of Elder Tongxuan. As soon as this colorful dragon pen appeared, all the ancient tribesmen present had a look of respect on their faces.
"The Seven-Colored Heavenly Emperor's Pen... This thing that has not been used by the ancient tribe for thousands of years, is finally going to be taken out today..."
Outside the court, looking at the dragon pen shining with colorful luster, Mang Tianchi let out a breath and murmured.
The divine bloodline appears, and the colorful Emperor's pen comes out.
But at this time, Xiao Chen's dark eyes were looking at a special area, which was where the Soul Clan people were.
Looking at Xun'er in front of him, Elder Tongxuan held the colorful dragon pen in his hand respectfully, his heart filled with excitement.
This colorful Heavenly Emperor's pen, which has not been used by the ancient tribe for thousands of years, is finally about to be opened.
Elder Tongxuan held the colorful Heavenly Emperor pen tightly in his palm, but his eyes were looking at Xun'er.
"Xun'er!"
Looking at the excitement in Elder Tongxuan's eyes, Xun'er nodded lightly and then closed her beautiful eyes.
Seeing this, Elder Tongxuan also took a deep breath, his face became solemn, and the fighting energy in his body surged out like an overwhelming force, causing ripples in the space.
The next moment, Elder Tongxuan's palm holding the colorful Emperor's Pen suddenly tightened, and as his arms danced, mysterious tracks quickly formed under his palms.
And with the dancing of the colorful Heavenly Emperor pen in Elder Tongxuan's hand, clan patterns showing colorful colors also appeared on Xun'er's smooth forehead one stroke after another.
As the colorful clan patterns emerged one by one, the expression on Elder Tongxuan's face became more and more solemn. The palm holding the colorful Emperor's Pen trembled slightly from time to time. The fighting spirit in his body also
Passing by as fast as the tide...
It is conceivable that this colorful clan pattern consumes a huge amount of energy. You must know that Elder Tongxuan is a fighting saint!
When Elder Tongxuan's palm holding the colorful Heavenly Emperor's pen rested between Xun'er's forehead, the last stroke fell, and the colorful clan pattern became...
Just ten minutes of painting made Elder Tongxuan, a strong warrior of the Holy Fight, look a little pale, with fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead. Elder Tongxuan said with a smile:
"Xun'er, it's ready."
Hearing this, Xun'er's beautiful eyes slowly opened. At the moment when her beautiful eyes opened, the seven-colored clan pattern on Xun'er's forehead suddenly burst out with strong seven-colored light, and a special pressure filled the air.
open.
"Plop..."
Under this burst of colorful light, there were many powerful ancient tribesmen. They couldn't help but feel the pressure deep in their souls. With a "pop", they rushed towards Xun in the field with fanatical expressions on their faces.
The son knelt down.
Xiao Chen glanced at the entire audience. Everyone from the half-saint level down was kneeling on the ground.
"Haha, the colorful clan pattern, my ancient clan finally appeared again after thousands of years..."
When the colorful light burst out, there was also an old laughter that sounded faintly in the distance in the sky.
That old laugh was so faint and fleeting that no one without extraordinary hearing would be able to detect that this sound had appeared before.
When Xun'er slowly walked out of the venue, it attracted the attention of many people. When Xun'er sat next to Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen found many envious looks appearing in the eyes of many people in the venue.
Xun'er's coming-of-age ceremony has ended, so there is no need for Xiao Chen and his party to stay here.
Therefore, Xiao Chen, Xiao Yan, Xun'er, and Meng'er also left the venue early.
But the coming-of-age rituals of other ancient tribesmen are still going on. However, with Xun'er's ceremony in front, the rest are of little interest.
Looking at Xiao Chen and his group disappearing from the field, their bodies covered by the soul cliff under their black robes, a cold light appeared in their eyes, and they said in a sinister voice:
"I didn't expect that the ancient clan actually gave birth to a divine bloodline. In the future, she will be our soul clan's formidable enemy, and maybe it will also interfere with our soul clan's plans. It seems that we have to find an opportunity to kill her secretly.
Except, within that tomb, there seems to be an opportunity..."
...
The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk, and night is finally approaching. The silver moon hangs in the sky and the stars are shining all over the sky.
On top of a mountain peak, next to the wooden house, three figures were sitting side by side. The evening breeze was blowing, which was indescribably comfortable.
Looking at the silver moon in the night sky with her beautiful eyes, Xun'er lightly opened her red lips and said softly:
"Brother Xiao Chen, the "Heavenly Tomb" will be opened in two days..."
"Isn't it just a matter of entering the "Celestial Tomb" quota?"
Looking at Xun'er who looked like the goddess of the moon under the bright moonlight, Xiao Chen waved his hand and smiled slightly, but a strange color appeared in his eyes.
Seeing Xiao Chen's figure gradually blurring, a ripple appeared in Xun'er's beautiful eyes. She turned her head and looked somewhere...
"Xun'er..."
After seeing Xiao Chen's figure disappear completely, Meng'er beside Xun'er turned her head and called out softly.
The two beautiful women looked at each other in silence. After a while, they both smiled slightly, and their smiles were charming.
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