The Great Talisman

　　 Yang Sanyang was silent when he heard the words, only a pair of eyes looked at the distant sky, and the color of thinking flashed in his eyes.

　　 Whether the gods eat ‘barbarian brain’ or the complexity of the divine text, they all show that the world is malicious towards primitive human races.

　　 "Where to go in the future, people are confused!" Yang Sanyang sighed quietly and said nothing.

　　The grand sacrificial ceremony finally began. The new sacrificial priest is an old man from the Nai clan. Although the old man presided over the sacrificial ceremony for the first time, he has learned a lot, but the old priest's tone of communicating with the gods has been lost.

　　 All kinds of livestock and prey are neatly placed under the altar, and countless precious treasures of fruits, pears and peaches are all enshrined on the altar of Vulcan.

Countless tribesmen bowed to the altar, their eyes were full of anxiety and piousness. They knelt to the ground and kowtowed. The mighty incense rushed into the sky, and the incense of tens of thousands of people turned into a weird force and rushed into the lair. in.

　　 "Om~"

　　 A ray of divine glory revived, the sleeping bird suddenly opened his eyes, and the golden light of the whole body was flowing, and the eyes seemed to contain a world of flames, scanning the hundreds of people below, and finally fell on Yang Sanyang.

　　 Feeling the little bird's gaze, Yang Sanyang immediately lowered his head in shock, and then showed a horrible look, and didn't dare to continue to look up.

　　 The little bird swallowed the power of the underworld that the entire tribe had contributed, and there was a hint of thought in his eyes. The next moment a piece of golden hair on its wings fell off, and the electric shot flew towards Yang Sanyang, suspended in front of its eyes.

　　 God responded!

　　 The anxiety of the entire tribe is gone, and then there is vitality, endless ecstasy ascending and passing, even if everyone can't understand their words, they can still feel each other.

"Heh~, when did this bird become so atmospheric, it even gave out its own feathers, this is a good thing, you should put it away quickly!" Bai Ze stared at the golden feathers, a touch of surprise appeared in his eyes .

　　 Yang Sanyang stretched out his hand when he heard the words, and saw the golden feathers fall automatically and land in his palm.

　　The feathers are as long as a slap, as if gold cast thin as a cicada's wings, with clear textures and mysterious runes carved on them.

A feather that looks light and fluttering, I'm afraid it's not weighing hundreds of kilograms. Fortunately, after several times of washing and cutting the marrow, Yang Sanyang's strength is already the largest among the primitives, and hundreds of kilograms of strength are not in his eyes. .

　　 "Weird, when is this bird sibling so magnificent? And it is still magnificent to a barbarian?" Bai Ze scratched his head, his eyes filled with puzzlement.

　　 "Ancestor, what use is this feather?" Yang Sanyang asked in surprise, holding this feather, not knowing what it was.

"This thing is infinitely useful, and the true spirit of the bird is entrusted on it. Under the golden fairy, it can be killed by this thing! This feather is one of the natal feathers of Nirvana, and its laws of natality are imprinted on it, this bird How can you be so generous?" Bai Ze was puzzled, with a dignified look in his eyes: "It may not be a good thing, and it may not be a bad thing, at least it has already made you different."

　　 Yang Sanyang was noncommittal, his face was startled and said: "With this thing, you can kill all kinds of monsters under the golden fairy?"

　　 "This is one of his natal feathers, not to mention that there is a true spirit on it" Bai Ze shook his head.

　　 "How is this thing driven?" Yang Sanyang puzzled.

"It's not difficult to drive. As long as you meet a great enemy and worship the feathers three times, the true spirit can be sensed!" Bai Ze patted Yang Sanyang's shoulder: "And don't you want to learn divine literature? There are three carved on the feathers. This is a natural god, you can learn it by yourself."

"Divine writing?" Yang Sanyang looked surprised, lowered his head and looked at the feather in his hand. The three unpredictable characters on it were flowing in it, and he couldn't see it at all, because the font changed so fast that it was too late for him. Sentiment.

"This is truly the most primitive divine text. If you can comprehend these three divine words, my ancestors will pat my chest and promise that I will teach you all the remaining divine words, otherwise you will not be involved in this matter. Come up and disturb the ancestors!" Bai Ze muttered.

　　 Yang Sanyang was stunned: "My ancestor didn't teach me, how do I perceive these three runes?"

　　 "This is a natural divine literary. It does not need to be taught by others. On the contrary, other professors have fallen behind. You should enlighten yourself!" Bai Ze groaned.

　　 A frantic call sounded around him, the sacrifice was over, everyone received the response of the gods, all of them bowed down with fanatical expressions, and then kept kowtow to Yang Sanyang, calling out fanatical calls.

　　 It is not Yang Sanyang who bows down, but the feather in his hand.

　　 Looking at the feather in his hand, Yang Sanyang stuffed it into his arms, took it out after thinking about it, and inserted it into his hair. Although the feather was heavy, he could withstand it.

　　 Tribal carnival, an unprecedented carnival, Yang Sanyang stood quietly in the hut, watching the campfire rising in the dark, holding the golden feathers in his hand and silently.

　　 The runes on the feathers are unpredictable, and there seems to be endless flames flowing in it, making people look unreal.

　　 "A feather can kill all the cultivators under the Golden Immortal, what kind of identity is that bird!" Yang Sanyang had a guess in his heart, but he dared not say it.

　　 However, humans can try to spread out of the great wilderness, and having this feather as a protector of the road is enough.

This place is blessed by the **** Fire God. There will be no peerless Great Demon King within a radius of thousands of miles. It is just those monks who have not yet survived the Three Plagues, or are preparing to overcome the Three Plagues. Use this feather to kill these monks, a little cannon Fighting mosquitoes is simply overkill.

　　 It's like there will be no bandits near the army station, and there will be no big demon who has proved to be in the place where the gods and powers are shrouded.

　　 Which feather Yang Sanyang was holding, a touch of contemplation appeared in his eyes, sitting in the dark, not knowing what to think.

　　 Ye did not know when he came to Yang Sanyang, hugged his arm gently, leaned his head against his chest, silently enjoying the silence in the dark.

"Reclamation of wasteland! With this feather, human beings can be considered as a foothold in the great wasteland. Although this feather has great magical powers, its meaning is even more extraordinary!" Yang Sanyang thoughtfully said, "Baize is so afraid of birds in the flames. The other party's background is surprisingly big. This feather represents not only the feather, but also the support of a god."

　　 "Bai Ze refuses to teach me the practice of Taoism, but it is not whether a **** can accept me as a disciple and teach me the tricks of practice!" Yang Sanyang cast his eyes on the feather in his hand.

　　 Not far away, Bai Ze lay in the moonlight bored and played with the trapped fairy rope: "I said kid, you have been watching that feather for a few hours, not enough!"

Ignoring Bai Ze, Yang Sanyang picked up Ye and got into the bed, and began the daily silent reciting of the Taoist Classics. The power of the great avenue flowed down in the sky, covering Yang Sanyang's body, but he saw Bai Ze coming over with a'swish', lying on it. His mouth was open on his knees, hoping to get a little bit of power.

　　 How similar this scene is to Yang Sanyang standing in the cold wind swallowing the cold north wind, they are all the same stupid!

　　 "Om~"

　　 Which feather shook slightly, immersed in the rhyme of Taoism, and then disappeared.

　　 Except for Yang Sanyang himself, no one can absorb the power of the Great Dao.

　　 After reciting the Tao Te Ching, Bai Ze Harazi shed Yang Sanyang, and the disgusting Yang Sanyang kicked Bai Ze away, then turned over and fell asleep in the bed.

"You kid, can't you don't do this!" Bai Ze got up from the ground dissatisfied, and slammed into Yang Sanyang's bed: "Tell me to feel the remnant Dao rhyme. There are countless gods in the wild world, but they can absorb the power of the Dao. , Your kid is the only one. Even the **** emperor and the demon ancestor can't do it, how did your kid do it?"

　　 did not answer Bai Ze's words, Yang Sanyang fell into a deep sleep and hugged him to sleep.

"Hmph, I'm really mad at me. If it weren't for your great power, I wouldn't be able to stick it up!" Bai Ze's words were full of resentment, but his actions were honest and still Slimming into Yang Sanyang's arms.

　　 second day

　　 The primitive people who reveled all night got up late, and the whole primitive tribe of three rods on the sun was restored to life~www.wuxiahere.com~ After daily washing, Yang Sanyang sat in the sun and looked at the golden feather.

　　The feathers are golden yellow, like a flame in the sun, and the three **** patterns on it are unpredictable and unpredictable.

　　 "My ancestor, I really can't find the way to get started. I hope my ancestor will give me some advice!" Yang Sanyang forgot about his reprimanding Bai Ze last night, and he leaned forward without a face, revealing a touch of flattery.

　　 Bai Ze was speechless, and after a while he said, "I said you can't learn it, but you don't believe it."

　　 "My ancestors didn't teach me to try, how could I give up?" Yang Sanyang smiled bitterly.

　　 Bai Ze looked at Yang Sanyang after hearing the words, staring at those serious eyes, sincere as never before. After a while, he said, "Finally, I will tell you that there are 48,000 divine texts in this world, and 1,200 commonly used divine texts. Each divine text contains 129,600 meanings. Even the gods cannot master all the divine texts. The only person in the world who can master all the divine texts is probably the ancestor me."

　　 "Forty-eight thousand? Twelve thousand and six hundred? Ancestor, don't lie to me..." Yang Sanyang's expression changed.

"You see that the divine writing is changing, but it is actually just a interpretation of its own profound meaning. Twelve thousand and six hundred kinds of profound meanings are constantly evolving. If a person with superb talents, he can see through all the changes at a glance, and the entire **** pattern Write down the mystery, your kid can’t remember even one kind of mystery, it’s not that I said you, your kid is indeed born with a lack of energy and energy, and can’t mark the changes and mystery of the gods." Bai Zeyu said with earnest heart: "I also do this thing. I can’t teach you. I can see the meeting at the first glance, and if you understand it, you can understand it.

　　 "The ancestors didn't tell me?" Yang Sanyang looked ugly, twelve thousand and six hundred, multiplied by forty-eight thousand, who can write it down?

　　 Is it impossible at all?