Chapter 61, Temple of the Holy Mother, Flintfire!

After pondering for a while, he looked at the Sword of Silence again.

Since the divine consciousness cannot work, what if you don’t know the power of qi and blood?

Thinking of this, he prepared to test it.

At most, if you fail, you will lose some qi and blood power. Once you succeed, you may get a huge opportunity.

As soon as the thought moved, a bloody power surged out of his palm, and then his left hand was printed on the sword monument.

As a result, no matter how much blood and blood he injected, the knife monument never changed at all.

After a stick of incense, he gave up.

With a sigh, he had to put away the Sword of Destruction and take out the broken temple.

Staring at the temple of his brothers and feet, he also prayed in his heart.

I hope this broken temple can provide him with some information, otherwise he will really go crazy.

The temple seems to be forged from some unique metal. Although the surface is filled with a vicissitudes of life, the cracks on the temple walls destroy the beauty.

The temple is forged very exquisitely. Even after many years, you can still see the auspicious cloud patterns on the temple.

The only thing he regrets was that the appearance of the gods in the temple was a bit blurry.

After checking, he wrapped the temple with his spiritual sense.

Under the cover of spiritual consciousness, every inch of the temple was clearly presented in his heart.

Soon, he discovered a clue, which was the plaque of the temple. It was better to say it was the name than a plaque, because the plaque and the temple were integrated, without distinction between each other, but it just looked like it was hanging on it.

There are three ancient words imprinted on the plaque, but he doesn't recognize them.

These three words contain a magical power, which is different from many powers he has seen.

But no matter how God's consciousness explored, he could not penetrate it. In desperation, he could only take back his consciousness.

It’s still the old method, the spiritual consciousness is useless, so let’s replace it with the power of qi and blood.

When he injected the power of qi and blood into the plaque, a devouring force burst out from the temple, absorbing his qi and blood.

As the power of qi and blood continued to pour in, the temple also flashed.

Just after his qi and blood were injected into the plaque, he recognized the three words. The feeling was very wonderful, as if it had been engraved in his bloodline, and he naturally recognized them.

Temple of the Holy Mother!

This is the meaning of the three words.

Buzz!!!

The next moment, a mysterious aura spread out from the plaque, and then the temple was surging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With a blink of an eye, the temples about a foot have turned into several meters in size.

After the temple became larger, the cracks on the walls were also extremely conspicuous.

boom!

The ground trembled and the temple fell to the ground.

The appearance of the temple also alarmed the creatures around. Immediately, many creatures gathered towards the temple, as if they regarded him as a special stall.

Looking at the Temple of the Holy Mother in front of him, Yang Bubai's heart also stirred up endless waves, and he did not expect that the Temple of the Holy Mother would have such changes.

So, he hesitated, should he go to the temple and take a walk?

Swish!

At this time, a figure also appeared in front of him. After touching the man's gaze, he was shocked. Just as the moment he looked at each other, a wonderful feeling arose in his heart, as if his background had been seen through by this person.

Seeing more and more creatures gathering towards the Holy Mother Temple, Yang Bubai frowned.

Just as he was about to persuade these creatures who were approaching, a scene that shocked him happened.

As soon as the man robe was waving, these creatures disappeared.

"You activated Nuwa Temple?"

It was not until the man's voice fell into his ears that he woke up from the shock he had just now.

In an instant, the whole person became alert.

"Who are you?"

"You can call me the Taoist Canglan."

As soon as this said, Yang Bubai's expression suddenly changed. He seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes looked at Taoist Canglan became more and more alert.

"The power of faith in Nuwa Temple is about to be exhausted. If you don't go in, you will miss a great opportunity in vain."

Taoist Canglan did not seem to see the vigilance in his eyes, but instead reminded him.

He looked at the Temple of the Holy Mother, then looked at Taoist Canglan, and then said, "Thank you for your reminder, senior."

After saying that, he stepped into the Temple of the Holy Mother in one step.

Swish!

As soon as he stepped into the Temple of the Holy Mother, he saw a pillar of light covering him. Following him, he felt a mysterious force seeping into every inch of his flesh and blood, constantly purifying the impurities in his flesh and blood.

After purifying his body, this force condensed into a Mars the size of a broad bean, and entered the sea of ​​blood along the qi and blood. After circling the Mars, it was rooted in the divine well, using the divine power of blood as the source, turning into a golden-red flame.

As soon as the flame appeared, the essence and blood of the human ancestor seemed to feel something, and directly swept the flame into the spring.

Suddenly, familiar and unfamiliar scenes appeared in his heart.

The final picture was frozen, and it was in a magnificent sacrificial picture.

In the vast world, there is an ancient and sacred temple. There is a mud statue with a human head and a snake body. Although he can't see his appearance clearly, he feels a unique charm in the eyes.

That's love!

There is a stone strip below the mud statue, with three objects placed on it, on the left is a simple animal leather jacket, on the right is a vegetation house, in the middle is a burning flame, rootless spontaneous combustion.

Countless people in animal skins were kneeling in front of the mud statue, worshiping the mud statue with serious faces, and the leader was muttering something.

At this time, the flames rooted in the spring's eyes began to rush, releasing a mysterious rhythm that was integrated into his mind.

In a trance, he seemed to understand the words of those people.

"The fire is above. Thank you to the Virgin Mary for her great compassion, repairing the holes in the sky, allowing our human race to pass on forever and avoiding the disaster of the water leaking from the sky. I also hope that the Virgin Mary will bless our tribe with continuous civilization and orderly inheritance. All tribesmen will bow once, bow again, and bow three times, and the courtesy will be fulfilled!"

After the human race worshipped, a five-colored stone flew out of the sky and fell on the stone slab.

"The Virgin Mary is merciful, and the Virgin Mary is immeasurable!"

Seeing the Holy Mother gave the Heavenly Replenishment Stone, the human race started worshiping again and kept shouting.

The picture ended suddenly here and there was no further text.

After a little leaning over, he woke up.

Recalling what he saw and heard just now, he became more and more confused. How many secrets of the human race have disappeared in the long river of time?

First there was the bloodline of the human ancestors, and now it is the Temple of the Holy Mother.

Things about human race become more and more confusing.

What made him most embarrassed was that the information they passed down was different, and he didn't know who to believe?

After some confusion, he stopped thinking about this matter, but turned his attention to the flint.

When the human race was born, the ancestor Suiren made fire by drilling wood, which greatly improved the survival of the race.

Therefore, this flame was called the flint fire by the human race.

The greatest effect of this fire is to purify all things and return to the original source.

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Chapter completed!