In silence, there seemed to be a thunderous explosion in Tang Xuanming's mind, which made him dizzy and with stars in his eyes.
But he was so happy that he couldn't help clenching his fists.
Because he received extremely generous rewards.
"It's really crazy to get such a huge reward in exchange for just a bucket of ordinary animal milk!"
After sitting at the altar for a long time, Tang Xuanming calmed down, but he still held his hands tightly, showing his uncontrollable excitement.
An extremely clear divine technique was imprinted in his mind. The model of that divine technique was extremely complex and consisted of billions of bone inscriptions.
It is obviously an extremely complex structure, but it looks magnificent and breathtakingly beautiful.
Tang Xuanming couldn't help but immerse himself in his spiritual thoughts and felt the endless mystery of this magical art.
The mind sinks into this magical art, as if being infinitely lifted up, becoming the master of heaven and earth, the supreme way of heaven.
Any disobedient behavior may lead to a world-destroying blow, which is called the calamity of God.
This magical technique from Emperor Huangtian is unparalleled in mysteries, otherworldly, and extremely terrifying.
At this moment, it is firmly engraved in Tang Xuanming's heart.
Tang Xuanming tried to understand and release, but he couldn't do it in a short period of time.
The heavy pressure made it almost impossible for him to breathe, and such a mysterious magic seemed to suck all his energy and spirit out in one breath.
He also needs to try his best to understand the methods of different systems. Of course, this kind of original magic that points directly to the great road can still be easily understood even if it is a product of different systems.
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In a small border village, a little boy who looked like a porcelain doll stood in a hidden jungle, with sunlight shining on him through the branches, and the dappled sunlight became his embellishment.
His eyes were still black and white, watery and pitiful, but there was just a hint of unexplainable meaning in them.
"God's calamity!"
The little boy, who looked about five or six years old, pressed his chest with his hand. He felt immense pain in his chest for no reason, as if something was missing.
He, who was always optimistic and cheerful but heartless, frowned for a rare moment.
"I remembered something!"
He murmured to himself, and couldn't help but raise his head and look beyond the wilderness, towards the location of the Imperial Capital of the Stone Kingdom.
"The little one is secretly drinking milk again."
An excited scream broke the silence in the jungle, and a child of about five or six years old screamed, with two strips of snot hanging from his nose.
His scream attracted a group of children to watch, and then the exclamations continued.
"Sure enough, the little one won't grow up. He drinks milk all day long."
"Shame, shame, you're still drinking milk at such a big age."
The little girl stretched out her finger and tapped the dimple on her face, mocking the little one.
The somewhat heavy atmosphere in the woods was suddenly washed away, leaving only a cheerful atmosphere.
The little one blushed with embarrassment and covered her face with her little hands.
What follows is a series of complicated and unspeakable topics. Why does animal milk come out of thin air? Isn’t it natural for children to drink animal milk?
Do you know how many ways to combine animal milk?
A group of friends laughed, and the grove was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
But no one could see the sadness deep in the little girl's eyes.
…
"Who can save my godmother? I am willing to give you the Secret of Immortality with both hands."
"The building is about to collapse, who can help the big man in danger?"
"Who can split the peach mountain and save my mother?"
…
There were prayers and wishes one after another, but for Tang Xuanming, most of them were either impossible to complete or of little use.
After browsing for more than half an hour, his spiritual energy was almost exhausted, and his expression was full of exhaustion.
"It's time to go back. It's not good to disappear from the tribe for too long."
With a thought, he disappeared from above the altar and returned to his stone house.
"Brother Tang, Brother Tang, come out quickly!"
Hemerocallis's voice was sharp and discerning. In the past, it was soft and tactful, but this time it was full of anxiety and uneasiness.
Tang Xuanming was startled and walked out of the room quickly. Two strong hunters carried a young man covered in blood to his side.
"Brother Tang, please save him quickly!"
Hemerocallis cried so much that the pear blossoms brought rain. The boy's body was covered in blood, and even his blood vessels burst.
He was just barely able to maintain his breath, and it was already a miracle that he was alive.
Tang Xuanming looked at the two strong hunters, and one of them said sadly: "The blood of the beast that swallowed up the beast cannot withstand the impact. The blood riots. Usually when such a situation occurs, it is already considered death."
Already..."
The two hunters looked solemn, both looking a little sad, but not heavy. For the tribe, life and death were just common things.
They moved the boy to Tang Xuanming's place just to do a good job. In fact, no one in this situation would survive.
"Bloodline Riot!"
Tang Xuanming looked solemn, knowing that this situation was not good.
The Ant King Method may be considered flawless, but there are too many problems in the actual operation of the theoretically perfect method.
Theoretically, it can swallow nine kinds of bloodlines. After the bloodline fusion, it will be invincible in the sky and on earth, and its potential will shock the world.
But in fact, swallowing any kind of bloodline is extremely dangerous. It is necessary to defeat the ferocious aura contained in the bloodline of the vicious beast and tame the bloodline of the vicious beast.
Once it fails, the consequences will naturally be terrible.
The blood pulse of the ferocious beast strikes the blood of the human race itself, and even a miracle doctor cannot cure this impact at the root level of the blood.
Tang Xuanming's understanding is that the impact of the bloodline riot is similar to the genetic collapse of later generations.
There is no solution for this situation for future generations, and it is completely unsolvable behavior.
He quickly applied dozens of acupuncture points on the young man's body, using the medical skills he learned from Duan Murong, and used acupuncture techniques to help the young man stop the bleeding.
But there are more treatment methods, he has no way.
He didn't know how to treat this young man at all, and he couldn't even grasp the young man's veins when taking his pulse.
This young man in his golden years, the most youthful and glorious moment of his life, has not yet ushered in the beauty of life, so he will die like this.
He watched as the young man's breath weakened little by little, and finally he could no longer feel it at all.
Tang Xuanming shook his head helplessly, and Hemerocallis suddenly collapsed and fell to his knees, crying silently.
The two hunters carried the boy's body away, their expressions a little heavy.
This is not the first time that Hemerocallis has experienced life and death, but it is the first time that someone of his generation has died in front of him.
She threw herself into Tang Xuanming's arms, and her tears soon soaked Tang Xuanming's chest.
Tang Xuanming could only pat her back gently, not knowing how to comfort the painful girl.