In the Great Wilderness World, the practice of bone inscriptions is the mainstream. As for the law... has not yet been born.
This is an era in which the law has not been established, and everything is waiting to be revived.
After the Great Wilderness, it will enter the "Era of Ancient Gods", and only then will the origin of the law spread.
It is precisely because of the emergence of the law that a majestic and peerless ancient god was born.
Since the ancient times of the gods, bone inscriptions have been gradually lost, and in the world of the nine-star sanctuary, it has long been unknown what they are.
Qin Feng restarted the Great Wilderness, and then learned of the existence of bone inscriptions, as if opening the door to a new world.
"Bone inscriptions can take advantage of the power of heaven to perform human affairs. This is the same as totem art. Does this totem art also originate from bone inscriptions?"
Qin Feng muttered to himself.
He has always wanted to practice totem art, but he suffers from the absence of the third master and does not know where to pass it on.
If this bone inscription has some connection with totem art, perhaps practicing bone inscriptions is laying the foundation for practicing totem art.
Dahuang's bone inscriptions civilization instantly aroused Qin Feng's intense interest.
"How can I practice bone writing?"
Qin Feng looked at the chief with fiery eyes.
"Hey, not everyone can practice bone inscriptions. This has to be tested to see if you have the talent in bone inscriptions."
The chief smiled.
He has not answered such basic questions for a long time.
"Can you test it for me?"
Qin Feng asked.
"This is very simple. Our tribe has a Mogu Master. Let him examine your roots."
The chief beckoned, and in the crowd, an old man with a vicissitudes of face slowly walked out.
In each tribe, there is at least one "moulding master" to test the talents of the youngsters.
If a certain teenager has the qualifications to practice bone writing, the tribe will make great efforts to train the teenager and even send it to the "Bone Literature Palace" for further study.
The tribal warriors who fought with Qin Feng all returned from the Bone Literature Palace.
"Little Wawa, relax all over, let me touch your bones."
The old man said with a hoarse throat, slowly.
"Thank you."
Qin Feng arched his hands.
Immediately, his body relaxed, the Mogu master approached and touched Qin Feng's skull first.
To practice bone inscriptions, the skull should be given priority.
The bone inscriptions are carved in different parts, and the divine power obtained is different.
The skull ranks first, followed by the chest and abdomen, and finally the limbs.
"Um... No way."
Master Mogu shook his head and moved his hands away from Qin Feng's head.
Then, he began to explore Qin Feng's sternum and back again, and also let out a long sigh.
"Isn't it possible? This little brother holds an iron tool, his supernatural power is amazing, and he doesn't have the talent for bone writing?"
Many people looked surprised.
From everyone's point of view, Qin Feng's strength and bone art talent should be very superior.
Unexpectedly, the skull and chest cavity are not afraid of the conditions for practicing bone inscriptions.
"Let me take a look at my hands, feet and limbs. If it still doesn't work, then you are destined to be unable to practice bone inscriptions."
Master Mogu said in a deep voice.
Qin Feng was a little depressed. He finally came to the Great Desolate Era and came into contact with the mysterious bone inscriptions. If he could not practice, it would be a great regret in life.
"what?"
Master Mogu squeezed Qin Feng's left forearm, his face suddenly changed.
"what's happenin?"
Qin Feng became nervous.
"Impossible? Your forearm, which is very different from other bones, has such a powerful talent for bone writing, it is really unseen and unheard of."
Master Mogu looked at Qin Feng's left arm with a shocked expression on his face.
"Left forearm, isn't that the bone of inheritance?"
Qin Feng's heart moved.
Could it be that the bone of inheritance originated from the Great Desolate Era
Otherwise, how could he have a talent for bone writing and shock Mogu masters so much
"Little brother, don't you really remember who you are?"
Master Mogu looked at Qin Feng cautiously.
He was probably suspecting that Qin Feng was the son of the chief of a big tribe, otherwise he wouldn't have such a powerful talent for bone inscriptions.
"I don't remember."
Qin Feng smiled awkwardly.
"Well, let me tell you the truth, wouldn't it be very difficult if you want to practice bone inscriptions, but once you reach the threshold, the upper limit is inestimable."
Master Mogu was blunt.
An incalculable sentence also shocked several tribal warriors present.
They have studied in the bone literature palace, and I don't know how many enchanting characters they have met, and they have never received such an exaggerated evaluation from the Mogu master.
Could it be that the man with amnesia in front of him is more terrifying than the evildoers in the bone literature palace
"Little brother, you really haven't practiced bone inscriptions?"
A tribal warrior asked curiously.
"I do not remember… "
Qin Feng chuckled.
"If you don't mind, can you take off your shirt and let us have a look?"
The tribal warrior said again.
"Ok."
Qin Feng was not easy to refuse, and immediately took off his clothes, revealing a sturdy body.
His body is very clean, without any traces of bone inscriptions.
"That's weird, such an amazing talent, I haven't practiced bone inscriptions."
Everyone looked surprised.
"Can you teach me some bone inscriptions practice?"
Qin Feng looked at everyone sincerely.
"This… "
The tribal warriors were a little embarrassed, their eyes swept toward the chief.
The bone inscriptions are very confidential and cannot be easily spread. Without the consent of the chiefs, they dare not call the shots.
"Little brother, the bone inscriptions of each tribe are the core things and will not be passed on. I am really embarrassed."
The chief showed a bitter smile and bluntly rejected Qin Feng.
"I will not want your bones in vain, and I will also give you something."
With words, Qin Feng waved his sleeves, and hundreds of flying swords shuttled out, hovering in front of everyone.
These flying swords are all made of fine iron, and the materials are different, but the forging process is very excellent, and in this era, it is invaluable.
"These are actually iron tools?"
"My goodness... I'm not dazzled, am I? So many ironware, it's terrible..."
Seeing these flying swords, the entire tribe was shocked.
Even the old, young, and young women and children hiding in the house rushed out crazy, staring at the flying swords, their eyes shining brightly.
"Who are you? Even those big tribes can't produce so much iron."
The chief clasped his scalp with both hands, as if he had seen a ghost.
He knows the value of these ironware better than anyone else. Whoever owns the ironware is the master of this era.
You know, carving bone inscriptions on iron tools will immediately become a big killer.
Qin Feng's flying swords did not have bone inscriptions, they were equivalent to primitive iron embryos, and they were good materials for making magic weapons.
If this tribe has a piece of iron in hand, it will soon be among the camp of the big tribe.
Therefore, when Qin Feng wanted to give these iron tools to the chief, the chief's bottom line immediately collapsed and he couldn't hold it at all.
"It is difficult for us to refuse these iron tools. However, if you want to practice bone inscriptions, you must join our tribe. This is the principle of every tribe."
The chief had already let go, as long as Qin Feng was willing to join the tribe, he wouldn't mind imparting bone inscriptions to him. Previous chapter chapter list Next chapter Warm reminder: arrow keys left and right (← →) to scroll back and forth, up and down (↑ ↓) to scroll up and down, enter key: return to list.