"Psalm? What does it mean?"
The rock became curious, Holy City's stunt!
Is it possible to learn it?
This is much easier to use than the Confucian sage's copybook.
"Look at his forehead."
Mo Yunqi asked Shi Yan to look at Mo San's forehead.
Shi Yan turned his head 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 words 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, thinking to himself, what is this person going to do?
Those little eyes have evil intentions!
He wanted to hide away, but he didn't dare to show it.
I am afraid that the rock will dislike me.
"What does this chant have to do with this?"
Rock is curious!
There is 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 don't have enough talent, it's useless to have all kinds of temperament.
Something you can’t have no matter how hard you try.
"What did the saint say? Can't he continue talking?"
Shi Yan was curious, this guy Mo San has always been a saint, but there is no more 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.
The unique skill of Holy Song is 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 level restrictions, whether there are restrictions on other things, I'm afraid there are.
How could he, Mo Yunqi, know this?
Without the 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 not cultivating, and the other is there are other restrictions.
Even if you know the complete sayings of the saints.
But when performing the holy chants, the saint's sayings could not be fully displayed.
Just like myself, although I hold the Confucian sage's copybook in my hand.
But what it really shows is just a little bit of superficiality.
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 is done.
It will save you a lot of trouble next time.
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 Tianxia Alliance?
It seems that what I wrote has not been used yet!
He’s still hiding it in himself!
What does it mean?
Shi Yan came over and pointed the pen at Mo Yunqi's forehead.
"You said it works, do you want to try it?"
You must make it clear to him, otherwise there will be resistance.
It is not a good thing to have an inscription on your forehead.
He must be allowed to do so himself.
Mo Yunqi understood instantly.
People want to use themselves as experiments!
I saw a vague holy word on Mo San's forehead.
He wants one for himself too.
Mo Yunqi almost laughed out loud.
What a joke!
You think you can do it by writing just one word.
Holy posture!
That was God's will, the chosen one.
How can it be created by an ordinary person.
If so, that's okay.
Just feel free to come.
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 the only one in the world, no one can stop it, and no one can stop it.
Impossible!
Just whimsical.
But I was also very moved, because they were doing 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 is wrong.
But this kind of intention is rare.
I really consider myself a brother.
The guilt in my heart is as full as the emotion.
He had to smile bitterly, unable to 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 the holy figure, one can only become a person at the bottom of the Holy City.
I really hope that the rock test will work.
In that case, he would 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 is bright.
A holy word, but it is a chasm and an insurmountable obstacle!
People can become candidates for the Holy Lord.
But 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.
Mo Yunqi trembled all over after hearing this.
yes!
What if it happens?
Doesn’t it mean that he also has a holy 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.
Right in the test room of this subordinate.
Duan Yan's power might be able to do it.
It just doesn't work, and you won't lose anything, so why not give it a try.
Perhaps God took pity on him and granted him a holy status.
"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 looked down upon in the Holy City for so many years.
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 underestimate 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 Yunqi'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 appeared on Mo Yun's forehead.
The old ape was behind the rock and saw such a thing.
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 faint voice.
It seemed like a door of opportunity had opened.
A star suddenly appeared on Mo Yunqi's forehead.
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 does it 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 faintly visible on his forehead.
This is not over yet, it invaded Mo Yunqi's mind extremely quickly.
Rock ignored this and kept wiping his forehead.
Buzz
The rock's hand shone 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 his eyes narrowed and he 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.
Lift cannot.
An invisible suction force held the two together firmly.
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 couldn'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 Jue worked hard, and the sword-holding hand was filled with spiritual power, rolling towards the holy characters on Mo Yunqi's forehead.
To suppress the power of the Holy Word.
boom
The ink color vibrates.
Gold package.
The two colors competed desperately.
You come and go, and no one is convinced.
Shi Shi broke into a cold sweat, it really hurt Mo Yunqi.
If he can't suppress it, Mo Yunqi will definitely 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 if he dies, he will die.
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 something like this.
Mo Yunqi was trembling all over, his eyes filled with despair.
He knew 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 really works, 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 was surging, and the golden light was shining, and it suddenly pressed 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."
Rock let out a surprised sound.
It also gave Mo Yunqi an endless desire to survive.
If you are still alive, then try harder.
Mo Yunqi was shaken all over, resisting the trembling.
His eyes slowly turned 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 are even 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
As if discouraged.
Swirling inky collapse.
Mo Yunqi slowly backed away, completely controlling himself.
He cupped his fists and bowed 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 was a faint holy word on his forehead, and the charm of gold and ink coexisted.
The holy figure is first formed.
