The next second, he slowly closed his eyes, and a sense of calmness suddenly appeared in his whole body, as if all his energy and energy were withdrawn from his body.
Xuanwu could only close his mouth.
In his heart, he actually had little confidence in Chen Yang's attempt.
How many people had tried it at that time, but except for him who succeeded by accident, everyone else had hit the wall.
Chen Yang will give it a try. What can he come up with?
Xuanwu didn't interrupt him verbally, and was planning to wait until Chen Yang gave up before dictating his skills as much as possible.
This is his original intention.
Taking out the rubbings, Xuanwu just wanted to dictate it while letting Chen Yang look at the original version of the rubbings as a reference. He didn't expect Chen Yang to directly understand anything from it.
Time is passing quietly.
In Chen Yang's sea of consciousness, a vast ancient continent unfolded like a scroll...
A large pot was boiling with dark green juice, and countless shamans with a height of two meters and some three meters away were singing and dancing around it;
The newborn baby was held upside down by its feet, slapped on the buttocks, and cried loudly;
Amidst the singing, dancing and wild laughter of the witches, the newborn baby was thrown into the cauldron, and its cries became louder and louder;
The mammoth with fangs, the saber-toothed tiger with fangs, the golden python... were all lifted to the cauldron one by one and bled into the pot;
A pot of potion was boiled to a transparent color, and the baby was all red, but its cry was still loud. The hunched-over witch priest fished it out of the cauldron and lifted it high...
Also:
The young shaman runs across the earth,
Chasing prey, enemies, women,
and the sun,
He ran over mountains, across rivers, across plains, and through rainforests...
As long as you step on the earth with both feet,
A shaman can kill ferocious beasts with his bare hands, shoot down flying dragons with his javelin, and crush mountains with his body...
...
"I see."
Chen Yang suddenly opened his eyes.
He stood up and took two steps to the right.
After taking two steps, Chen Yang's sturdy handmade first-layer cowhide shoes shattered into pieces.
"He is going to..."
Xuanwu stood up in a hurry, looking at Chen Yang expectantly but also disbelievingly.
Chen Yang simply sank under his gaze.
It was like a mountain was suddenly lifted on his shoulders, and his feet sank into the ground.
The layer of cement on the ground beneath Chen Yang's feet shattered, exposing the soil below, and his feet sank deeply into it, up to his ankles.
"drink!"
Chen Yang let out a long roar, raised his hands to the center of his eyebrows, and then gradually pressed down, sinking all the way through his mouth, nose, and throat, and across the center line of his chest. It was as if a huge weight was pressing down, and it reached the Dantian.
A moment of condensation.
"boom!"
Xuanwu was shocked to hear a roar and felt the ground beneath his feet tremble.
He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and saw a dull layer of khaki color on Chen Yang's exposed skin...