Chapter 869: : The seventh waste

Mo Nan's face changed dramatically!
After experiencing a calamity, even the body-building practice has been shaken apart?
He immediately depressed his mind and slowly felt his whole body. He knew that his sea of ​​knowledge was broken and broken, but the surroundings of the real world were still intact, so he could extend some of his knowledge.
Upon closer inspection, he found that his foundation still exists, which reassured Mo Nan a lot.
As long as it still exists, that's a big deal and start practicing!
It's just that the Qi and the power of reincarnation are really exhausted and hard to detect, and there is no blood or spirit in the whole body, even the flesh and bones are difficult to distinguish, and they are in a chaos.
"Huh? Is this?"
Suddenly, Mo Nan found something strange in his body.
That is a light!
There was a light in his chaotic body!
This light is quite domineering, as if it was the first light to break from the darkness, like sword light, like Ray Mang, and that slight ray of light has the power to open up the world.
"This is ... the Rayman of God's Destruction?"
Mo Nan's heart trembled, how could there suddenly be such a thunder in his body?
Bang!
Mo Nan's consciousness was just a glance at the light, and he was directly bombarded by the whole body.
His sea of ​​knowledge, which had collapsed, was hit hard.
Hum--
His body was stiff, a spit of blood spewed out, and the whole person fainted again.
In front of her, Bai Xiaoning still squeaked and asked Mo Nan's many questions. Without any precaution, she was severely sullen with blood.
"puff……"
Bai Xiaoning immediately froze. She first reached out and wiped the blood on her face, then immediately became angry: "What are you doing? Why are you spraying blood on me, you dead ... you won't really die Come on? Don't scare me, do you think I'll let you go by pretending to be dead? See what you made me like? "
Bai Xiaoning was furious. He grabbed Mo Nan's collar with one hand, and punched Mo Nan with a fist.
However, she immediately looked at Mo Nan's face in front of her, and suddenly she froze. Her big eyes looked blankly, and suddenly her face was red.
"Xiao Ning--" Bai Qi and others had already strode in.
Along with them, there are also old men of various ethnic groups and Baishou who went to report.
"Father, he, he fainted again." Bai Xiaoning said anxiously, "He just woke up and suddenly passed out. Did he get seriously injured again?"
Bai Qi glanced at the unconscious Mo Nan and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Ning, don't make any more noise! ​​I said you take good care of him. I will give you a reward when he gets better, but it will never be allowed You fool me! "
"Really father, I didn't lie to you! You didn't even believe me? Baiji just saw him wake up, right? He talked, right, look at my face, so much blood It was sprayed just before he fainted ... "Bai Xiaoning anxiously put her hands together and brought her face closer to Bai Qi.
Bai Qi just stared at her fiercely, groaned, and turned away.
The old Dou next to him looked at her and shook her head in disappointment, and whispered, "Xiao Ning, see for yourself, where did you get the blood? Well, take care of him! Let's go!"
"What, I have so much ... Hey? Blood? Why is it gone? Ah?" Bai Xiaoning was choked, and the blood that had been sprayed on her face disappeared somehow ...
Monan's coma this time turned out to be seven days and seven nights.
He obviously felt strange changes in his body, because he could feel a little mysterious force slowly flowing into his body.
Even while receiving this mysterious power, he heard some prayers.
Finally, he slowly woke up again.
He didn't dare to look at the weird Rayman in his body again this time.
Immediately, what he saw turned out to be the maple sacrifice guarding not far away. The old woman saw him awake and smiled kindly, and whispered, "Child, are you awake?"
"Well ... senior, thank you for your care these days!" Mo Nan then asked some questions.
I finally learned the approximate scene from the mouth of the maple sacrifice.
"You all believe in dragons?"
Mo Nan was surprised, and unexpectedly, there were still such a group of people who believed in the Dragon race outside this domain, and this was the seventh wasteland of the eight wastelands outside the territory, which was almost the bottom.
"Children, don't blame us. We have been oppressed by believers in other gods for too long, so we have particularly high expectations for you."
Mo Nan chatted with him for a long time, until Bai Xiaoning came in cheering.
As soon as she came in, she was even more excited. "Hey, you are really my god! You sprayed me before, and I have felt the power of blood flowing in the past few days. You see me, I am high. A lot. "
Mo Nan smiled, even if this Bai Xiaoning had been cultivated as high, that is, the four levels of heaven and human realm, if he met him before, he could crush her into powder with one finger.
In the process of speaking, Mo Nan also knew some situations of Bai Xiaoning.
"My nine-day scroll is still on the altar, I need to get it!"
Mo Nan felt that if he got the nine-day scroll back, he would be able to change himself.
"This, all right!"
Bai Xiaoning supported Mo Nan and walked outside.
Mo Nan sighed so much, how powerful he was before. He turned his hands over the clouds and caused a sensation in the heavens. Now even a girl needs to be supported by walking.
"Xiao Ning ... Well? This waste even woke up." Someone on the road saw Bai Xiaoning and Mo Nan, and snorted suddenly.
Mo Nan's brow frowned, and the young man's mouth was not so clean.
"Baiying, are you tired? Dare to talk to Long Zi!" Bai Xiaoning said coldly.
Baiying grinned a lot, and a group of young people around him laughed and said, "Dragon? He is also a dragon? I haven't seen such a wasteful dragon, you look at other people's demons It ’s enough to just pray for a fetish to fight against the existence of the first wasteland. Hum! "
"If he were a dragon, I would be the dragon king!" The other teenagers also made fun of them.
Mo Nan's expression sank, and he said coldly, "Do you have such respect for your beliefs? Let me be an eye-opener!"
"Well--who do you think you are? Really think of your own dragon? That's just sacrificial ritual! When have you manifested in such a thousand years?" Baiying sneered again.
"What about our respect for faith? Haven't you just passed on a character like you? We want the Dragon God to come, not a waste!"
"Enough—" Bai Xiaoning's petite little face was raised, and he yelled, "Who are you brave enough to say it, I will tell my father that you bully me and peep at me!"
This time, Bai Ying and others were so frightened that they didn't dare to talk more.
Mo Nan listened, and his heart was extremely uncomfortable. He now needs a woman to maintain him with innocence?
However, his state of mind is also strong enough to ignore these little people.
The two went on to the sacrificial platform.
When I got to the stage, I realized that many people were trying to remove the nine-day scroll.
"You can't do it, let me come! At first glance, you are not the one with the Dragon God. I didn't do my best at that time, this scroll must be mine!"
"Don't worry! Haven't you watched Lao Tzu yet? Haven't you even prayed one by one, and you want to touch the dragon gods? I want you to see how powerful I am today ..."
Beside the altar, even the stone statue of the dragon is full of people, and it is very lively.
It seems that they are all trying to take away the nine-day scroll.
"Xiao Ning, you are here too!"
Unexpectedly, it was the old Doosan who watched beside this altar.
He naturally saw Mo Nan early, and nodded to him, "You're awake! Okay, just wake up!"
"Thank you ... Clan, the nine-day scroll above is my Mo Nan's thing, don't you think it's too much?" Mo Nan first said politely, and suddenly the tone changed.
The old Dou tribe screamed, and he found that Mo Nan seemed to give him an inexplicable sense of oppression. In particular, Mo Nan's pupils seemed to be blurred, and there was a flash of light.
"Haha, you are wrong!"
Dou's old tone also changed, saying: "Everything here is obtained by our prayers, including you ... so, these things belong to us."
"You are ridiculous, but you are talking right! Is there a bird flying over here and it belongs to you?" Mo Nan has a mission and devotion to the Dragons, but he doesn't have much affection for these survivors.
"Clan old, Mo Nan came here to get his things. Maybe it really is his thing?" Bai Xiaoning said wrongly, and immediately said.
The Douzu laughed twice, pointing away at the towering altar, and there were already many nine-day scrolls waiting for the quiet ground.
"Okay, then you go up! See if you can handle it, is it yours?"
When Bai Xiaoning saw this, she would help Mo Nan to climb up. Although she would guard the sky, but she sacrificed to the ancestral platform, even the patriarch came up on weekdays.
"Let's go up."
Before Mo Nan took the pace, the old Dou clan yelled, "Let him go! Huh, what is this place? If you do n’t even have the ability to climb up, why do you say it is yours?"
His words have long attracted the attention of all the people. He looked around and said loudly:
"I've always been the fairest person. Although you Mo Nan's origin is unknown and his identity is unclear, I still give you a chance. Go in line! As long as you can get it, it belongs to you ... But don't blame me for not reminding you that this sacrificial ancestral platform is so steep and steep, fall carefully! "
The white eagle who followed followed with a grin: "Like him, he has to walk down. What strength does he have to take the dragon clan? Huh, he can take it, I can take it already. Lao Fei So religious, what is the use of the faithful dragon? "
Many ethnic people shook their heads and sighed when they heard the words, and looked disappointed at Mo Nantou.
Even Bai Xiaoning whispered: "Mo Nan, you are still injured and you have difficulty walking. I think we'll forget it! Go back and talk about it! If this fetish is yours, it will be yours sooner or later. I'll go up with you! "
"no need!"
Mo Nan stood still, stretched out his right hand, facing the scroll on the altar.
"I don't need to go up at all!"
With that said, all of them held their breath subconsciously, and looked at Mo Nan Qi, wondering if this person did not know the importance of the fetish.
"Nine days scroll-come!"
Hum--