Chapter 308 Xun'er, Colorful Clan Emblem

With the appearance of the tenth star, all the sounds in the world fell silent at that moment.

Even the obscure aura in the sky paused quietly, and a feeling of surprise spread faintly.

The moment the tenth golden star appeared, the star disk exploded with a bang.

A golden beam of light shot out from Xun'er's jade hand into the sky, and an extremely powerful pressure spread out from the beam of light, sweeping across the heaven and earth.

Under this kind of pressure, most of the people present were shocked to find that the fighting spirit in their bodies had actually stopped functioning, and even a sense of awe spread from the depths of their souls.
This is the respect of the lower to the higher
All the people of the ancient tribe stared dumbly at the golden beam of light that shot straight into the sky. They had the same bloodline as Xun'er, and the pressure seemed even stronger to them.

At that moment, many people from the ancient tribes could not bear such strong pressure. They fell to their knees on the ground with a plop, their faces filled with fanaticism.

In the void space, space ripples continued to appear. Obviously, those old guys of the ancient clan could no longer sit still.

"Divine bloodline. The ancient clan is truly blessed."

Beside Xiao Chen, looking at the ten bright stars on the star disk, Mang Tianchi sighed softly and said.

There was undisguised envy in his voice. Mang Tianchi was a member of the Thunder Clan, one of the eight ancient clans. He naturally knew very well how important this divine bloodline was to an ancient race.

"Xiao Chen, now you know why these elders of the ancient clan don't like you, right?"

Looking at Xiao Chen with lightning in his cloudy eyes, Mang Tianchi laughed strangely.

"It really is a divine bloodline."

Elder Tongxuan was muttering excitedly, with fanaticism in his eyes, but when his emotions gradually calmed down.

Elder Tongxuan's face was solemn. He stretched out his hands respectfully, then gently clenched them in the air in front of him, accompanied by Elder Tongxuan's palms clenched.

A dragon pen sparkling with colorful luster appeared in the hands of Elder Tongxuan. As soon as this colorful dragon pen appeared, all the ancient tribesmen in the field showed a look of respect on their faces.

"The Seven-Colored Heavenly Emperor Pen, an item that the ancient clan has not used for thousands of years, is it finally going to be taken out today?"

Outside the field, looking at the dragon pen that was sparkling with colorful luster, Mang Tianchi let out a light breath and murmured.

Divine bloodline appears, and the colorful Emperor of Heaven’s pen comes out.

At this time, Xiao Chen's dark eyes were looking at a special area, which was the area where the people of the Soul Clan were.

Looking at Xun'er in front of him, Elder Tongxuan held the colorful dragon pen in his hand respectfully, his heart filled with excitement.

The colorful Heavenly Emperor's pen, which had not been used by this ancient clan for thousands of years, was finally going to be opened.

Elder Tongxuan held the Seven-Colored Heavenly Emperor Pen tightly in his hand, but his eyes were looking at Xun'er.

"Xun'er!"

Looking at the excitement in Elder Tongxuan's eyes, Xun'er nodded slightly, then closed her beautiful eyes.

Seeing this, Elder Tongxuan also took a deep breath, his expression became solemn, and the fighting spirit in his body surged out like an overwhelming force, causing ripples in the space.

The next moment, Elder Tongxuan's palm holding the Seven-Colored Heavenly Emperor Pen suddenly tightened, and as his arm danced, mysterious trajectories quickly took shape under his palm. As Elder Tongxuan's Seven-Colored Heavenly Emperor Pen danced, colorful clan patterns appeared one by one on Xun'er's smooth forehead.

As the colorful clan emblem emerged stroke by stroke, the expression on Elder Tongxuan's face became more and more solemn. The hand holding the colorful Emperor's pen trembled slightly from time to time, and the fighting spirit in his body was also rapidly dissipating like a tide.
It is conceivable how huge the energy consumption of this seven-colored clan pattern is. You know, Elder Tongxuan is a Douluo Saint!
When Elder Tongxuan's hand holding the Seven-Colored Heavenly Emperor Brush stopped at Xun'er's forehead, the last stroke fell, and the Seven-Colored Clan Mark was formed.
After just ten minutes of painting, Elder Tongxuan, a Dou Sheng, turned pale, with cold sweat on his forehead. However, Elder Tongxuan smiled and said:

"Xun'er, it's okay."

Hearing this, Xun'er's beautiful eyes slowly opened. The moment she opened her eyes, the colorful clan pattern on Xun'er's forehead suddenly burst out with a strong colorful light, and a special pressure spread out.

"Puff."

Under this burst of colorful light, many powerful members of the ancient tribe could not help but feel the pressure from the depths of their souls. With a plop, they knelt down in front of Xun'er in the field with fanatical looks on their faces.

Xiao Chen glanced at the entire audience, and everyone below the level of Half Saint was kneeling on the ground.

"Haha, the colorful clan pattern, my ancient clan finally appeared again after thousands of years."

When the colorful light burst out, a faint old laugh was heard in the distant sky.

That old laugh was so faint and fleeting that, unless one had extraordinary hearing, one would not have been able to detect that the sound had appeared.

When Xun'er walked out slowly from the venue, she attracted a lot of people's attention. When Xun'er sat next to Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen found that many envious looks appeared in the eyes of many people in the venue.

Xun'er's coming-of-age ceremony has ended, so there is naturally no need for Xiao Chen and his group to stay here.

Therefore, Xiao Chen, Xiao Yan, Xun'er and Meng'er also left the scene early.

However, the coming-of-age ceremonies of other ancient tribesmen were still going on. It was just that with Xun'er's ceremony in front, the rest were not very interesting.

Looking at the figures of Xiao Chen and his group disappearing outside the venue, Hun Ya, whose body was covered by a black robe, had a cold light in his eyes and said in a sinister voice:

"I didn't expect that the Ancient Clan would actually have a divine bloodline. In the future, she will be the great enemy of my Soul Clan. Moreover, she may even interfere with my Soul Clan's plans. It seems that I have to find an opportunity to get rid of her in secret. It seems that there is an opportunity in that day's tomb."

The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is near dusk and night is finally coming, with a silver moon hanging in the sky and stars twinkling all over the sky.

On top of a mountain, next to a wooden house, three figures sat side by side, feeling the evening breeze and feeling indescribably comfortable.

Looking at the silver moon in the night sky with her beautiful eyes, Xun'er opened her red lips and said in a tender voice:
"Brother Xiao Chen, the Heavenly Tomb will be opened in two days."

"Isn't it just about the quota to enter the "Heavenly Tomb"?"

Looking at Xun'er, who looked like the goddess of the moon under the bright moonlight, Xiao Chen waved his hand and smiled slightly, but a strange color appeared in his eyes.

Seeing Xiao Chen's figure gradually blur, Xun'er's beautiful eyes rippled. She turned her head and looked somewhere.
"Xun'er."

After seeing Xiao Chen's figure completely disappear, Meng'er beside Xun'er turned around and called out softly.

The two girls looked at each other in silence. After a while, they both smiled, and their smiles were so charming.

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