Mo Nan was still completely covered in the shroud, but he was able to see the little girl's big eyes through his spiritual sense.
This little girl looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, not tall, petite and cute.
Her appearance is almost exactly the same as that of Huaxia, but her eyes are particularly bright, and her skin is slightly fairer, full of aura.
"Father, father..." the little girl stammered, she rubbed her big eyes again, and looked at the Coiling Dragon Altar, and she was sure that there was a strange thing suddenly appearing on it!
"Ning'er—shut up!"
A middle-aged man next to him scolded severely in a low voice. He didn't dare to say anything, but he couldn't continue to let his daughter mess around like this. He continued: "This is a great prayer sacrifice, and you must not speak! If you talk nonsense, I will kill you." Send it to Priest Feng!"
"But, father, there, there..." the little girl stammered again, her face turning blue.
The face of the middle-aged man suddenly became weird. As the patriarch here, he, Bai Qi, is quite confident in managing the entire survivor clan. Unexpectedly, his daughter, Bai Xiaoning, would not listen to discipline, and even if he said it Even the most terrifying Feng priest in the clan couldn't frighten her.
Just as Bai Qi was about to continue to reprimand severely, he subconsciously looked in the direction of Bai Xiaoning's finger!
Immediately, Bai Qi was also stunned!
"what?"
Bai Qi stood up immediately. As the patriarch, any actions he took would affect all the clansmen. The clan elders next to him raised their heads one after another and looked up.
Then, bursts of terrified voices spread!
One after another, these clansmen stood up one after another, and they all looked at the altar in surprise.
"What it is?"
"My God, one, one cloth bag?"
In the past, the number of sacrifices and prayers of their survivors was so many that they could not even remember it themselves, even the elders who had lived for two or three thousand years could not count it. But every time the sacrificial altar is empty, why is there a strange thing suddenly added this time?
"The Dragon God has appeared!" A clan elder suddenly exclaimed. He hoped day and night that the Dragon God would appear. Naturally, he was the first to think of this.
"Ah—could it be, did the Dragon God really hear our prayers? Is our fate of being extinct going to be rewritten?"
For a moment, all the clansmen were very excited, and bowed down again and again.
Bai Qi frowned, and he looked at the shroud on it. With his sixth level of return to unity, he couldn't see through what was inside. He couldn't help saying to a grey-bearded clan elder beside him: "Dou clan elder, your cultivation level is the highest, take a look at what's inside?"
The Dou clan always said that they have the highest cultivation level, but in fact they are two levels higher than Bai Qi, and they have reached the eighth level of Guiyi Realm.
He also looked at it, with a solemn face, and shook his head: "I can't see through such a magical thing, but since it is a manifestation of the dragon god, compared to the various magic weapons and even artifacts inside... let's go up and have a look." Just know."
"Okay, since it's the manifestation of the dragon god, let's go and have a look!"
Bai Qi took a few clan elders and went up slowly. Bai Xiaoning was his heart, and followed them secretly. The other clansmen didn't have much to say, and she was the first to find out.
"What's this?"
Bai Qi approached slowly, first he found the nine-day scroll on the shroud.
When the shroud broke through the space before and came here, the nine-day scroll happened to be stuck on it.
He slammed the Nine Heavens scroll with his hands, and found that he couldn't hold it at all, let alone open it.
"Father, why do I feel that there is a person inside?" Bai Xiaoning looked at the undulating shape of the shroud, and said crisply.
"people?"
The clan elders were startled, they worshiped the dragon god, even if it wasn't a divine dragon descending, at least some artifacts from the dragon clan came, how could there be a person?
At this moment, Mo Nan could still hear the voices of discussions outside. Hearing these words, he felt a little depressed.
How he suddenly appeared here, facing these praying people, he didn't quite understand. But he was able to deduce one or two things. For such a long time, the shroud had followed him, and it should have come for the golden dragon in his body.
When he was wrapped, the prayers he heard were actually addressed to the Dragon Clan.
There is such a power of faith in the world, and they will pass it on to their gods through various media such as totems, but the dragon clan has long been extinct, and these words are naturally heard by him, the only descendant of the dragon.
He, the descendant who shouldered the mission of the Dragon Clan, was summoned by these survivors!
However, although Mo Nan was somewhat surprised by this method, he was still very grateful to them. If it wasn't for them, I'm afraid he would fall under the catastrophe.
Mo Nan wanted to say a few words, but he was hurt too badly, and his throat was still shattered.
But at the same time, people outside couldn't open the shroud, and there were waves of suspicion among each other.
Finally, they invited Feng Feng from the clan to offer sacrifices.
It was an old woman who was staggering, her back was bent, and she was holding a crutch in her hand. Even if Mo Nan hadn't recovered, he could immediately feel that this old woman had no cultivation at all.
There is no cultivation base at all!
It is undoubtedly the ordinary old woman in Huaxia!
But her appearance won the respect of thousands of clansmen. Although Bai Xiaoning was afraid, he still obediently went up to support her, and let her walk up to the altar step by step.
After she came up, she stared blankly at the shroud, then gently reached out and stroked it.
Mo Nan could even feel the calluses on her hands through the shroud!
Afterwards, Mo Nan felt a glare of sunlight coming in as soon as the shroud was loosened. Unfortunately, his eyes were already cloudy, and he could only feel it with his spiritual sense.
When Mo Nan appeared in front of everyone, everyone was stunned.
Immediately afterwards, there were bursts of frightened sounds.
"My God. It's really a man—"
"Why did he appear on our altar... Yes, who sent you here? Is it a spy of the demon clan?"
All of a sudden, bursts of anger erupted from all the clan elders, and there was a fierce look in their eyes, as if they wanted to tear Mo Nan to pieces on the spot. Even the patriarch Bai Qi opened his eyes angrily and clenched his fists.
The friction between them and the Yaozu has not been a day or two. Recently, the Yaozu has intensified. They want to drive out all the remnants of the human race like them. That's why they have such grand prayers, praying for the dragon god to come and save them.
"He is our human being, not a spy." Priest Feng said hoarsely.
Her prestige is extremely high, and she said in a deep voice: "I can feel the dragon breath on him, this is the savior sent by the dragon."
Many clansmen were shocked when they heard this.
The savior sent by the Dragon Clan? Are they really saved?
But they swept towards Mo Nan with their spiritual sense, and immediately frowned, with unconcealable disappointment in their eyes.
"He, he's about to die."
"Look at his cultivation, hmph, he's not as high as me! How could he be a savior?"
"Sacrificing the mother-in-law, are you dazzled? This is clearly an ordinary clansman, he-huh, I said, don't believe in the dragon clan anymore, look what this gives us? If we believe in the giant spirit god, we will now It is already full of divine power!"
Bai Qi stepped forward and shouted in a deep voice: "We are human races from all over the world, who are you and why are you here?"
Mo Nan really wanted to answer, but he simply didn't have the strength to answer.
Bai Qi asked twice more, but Mo Nan was still dumbfounded, motionless.
"Oh~"
Many clan elders shook their heads. Mo Nan's identity was too weird. They did have doubts, but what they were most concerned about was how to escape the powerful suppression of the monster clan this time.
They pinned all their hopes on Mo Nan, but Mo Nan's performance disappointed them too much.
"He seems to be seriously injured. I'll take him back and let him heal first!" Priest Feng said in a deep voice.
Seeing this, everyone naturally could only agree.
But they just asked Priest Feng to take Mo Nan away. As for the shroud and the nine-day scroll, they wanted to keep them. They also knew that these two things were definitely divine objects and extraordinary.
In this way, Mo Nan began to recover from his injuries under the care of Priest Feng.
In addition to Feng Sacrifice, there is also that curious Bai Xiaoning, who takes care of Mo Nan a lot on weekdays.
In the first ten days, people from the clan came to visit Mo Nan every day, and the entire survivors of the human race knew about Mo Nan's mysterious appearance, but after they came to see it, they all shook their heads in disappointment.
Many clansmen even went berserk on the spot, some wanted to attack Mo Nan, and some wanted to destroy the altar on the spot.
Anyway, more than half of the clansmen have already wavered in their belief in the Dragon Clan!
"Son, don't worry about recovering from your wounds. We have been praying for the reward of the Dragon Clan for many years. If you accidentally bring you here, don't panic, we won't hurt you!"
Priest Feng didn't know what medicine he was using, so he took it out of a dark bowl and applied it on Mo Nan's wound like ointment.
Although these drugs look ugly, the effect is still very significant.
After half a month, Mo Nan finally recovered a little bit.
On this day, an angry young man called Bai Que came!
This person's cultivation is at the third level of Guiyi Realm, and he is already one of the best figures among the younger generation.
He found that Mo Nan was still like that, and couldn't help snorting coldly: "Hmph, I thought it was some kind of rescue, but I didn't expect it to be a piece of trash! We, Xiao Ning, need to take care of you every day, you are better... If you want to die, die early! Wasted Our food!"
Mo Nan was able to speak at this moment. He had also been subjected to all kinds of ridicule these days. Although he was quite innocent, he could bear it.
"Don't worry, I will pay back what I owe to your clan!"
"Also? You...you can talk now?" Bai Que was startled suddenly.
Bai Xiaoning rushed outside, originally wanting to blame Bai Que, but when she saw that Mo Nan was able to speak, she was also stunned.
"Hello? You can talk? What's your name? Are you a dragon? Where are you from? Why are you injured so badly? Oh, why don't you talk? Did you get hurt again?" Bai Xiaoning was chattering, it turned out to be a chatterbox.
Mo Nan wanted to laugh, but immediately touched the wound.
He held back the pain and whispered: "Go and call your patriarch!"
Bai Xiaoning quickly said: "You want to see my father? Why do you want to see him? You haven't answered me when I asked you just now? I see that you are just getting better now, what do you want to tell him? Why don't you take a rest first Well, oops, it doesn’t work, my father said, if you get better, you will notify him immediately, then I’ll go and tell him now, don’t move around.”
Bai Xiaoning rushed out quickly, but immediately turned around, looked at Bai Que, and said in a deep voice: "No, I'm leaving, what if you hurt him again? You go, call my father! Go quickly, What are you still doing?"
Bai Que also knew the seriousness of the situation, nodded, gave Mo Nan another look, and then hurried out.
Bai Xiaoning shook his head with a sigh, and said to Mo Nan: "Hey, that's what he is, just like my sister, he doesn't listen to anything. Last time I asked him to get something, it was a very small I just said I was tired, but he just didn’t move, you said it’s annoying or not? It’s the same with the last sacrifice, his cultivation base is so high, so I said..."
When Mo Nan heard the word "cultivation", he suddenly thought of something, his consciousness swept away, and he was so scared that he was sweating profusely.
His cultivation?
The sea of consciousness collapsed, and the true energy was empty...
He couldn't feel any of his cultivation! ! !
