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The whole person seemed to be hit by a thunder, Yuan Futu's head almost exploded, and his whole body was numb. The Xuanming knife kept hitting the broken fairy weapon while trembling, making a thumping sound.

This state lasted for half a stick of incense before it eased up.

Yuan Futu's whole body was already soaked in sweat, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and secretly said in surprise: "I didn't expect that it would be so difficult to visualize the divine lines with the power of the soul, let alone branding with a carving knife. Even the strength of the world is a great test."

At this moment, he realized why it was so difficult to become a divine pattern master.

Yuan Futu didn't feel timid because of this, he knew very well that in the earth fairy world where resources are paramount, everything is determined by immortal stones, and becoming a master of divine patterns means that he will have countless immortal stones, so that he can open up his way of cultivating immortals Road, otherwise it would really take 10 years to cultivate to Gangxian, just think about how cruel it is.

No matter which world you are in, whether it is gold, silver, spirit stones or fairy stones, they are all full of temptations for Yuan Futu, and this is the most irresistible thing for him.

After silently reciting the "Tao Sutra" a few times, and his spirit regained his stability, Yuan Futu picked up the Xuanming Saber again, slowly closed his eyes, and visualized the simple totem of the divine pattern.

In an instant, that feeling struck again, as if a catastrophe had come.

The divine pattern originates from the world pattern, but what the world pattern contains is some profound meaning of the entire Xuanhuang Great World, and it may even be a law, so it is very dangerous to directly visualize with the soul.

Yuan Futu gritted his teeth tightly, tightly clenched the Xuanming Saber with his right hand, and pressed hard on the damaged fairy sword. A bright light blue light appeared on the blade, indicating that the boundary force was burning crazily. And his soul is also going through a hell-like test.

The two soul water droplets vibrated violently, as if they were evaporating, emitting thick smoke.

Fortunately, his soul power is much stronger than that of immortal cultivators in the same realm, and his foundation is solid, so he is not exhausted so easily.

Chi Chi!

With the movement of the wrist, the Xuanming Saber moved extremely slowly on the fairy weapon, and within that shallow and curved line, a light blue flame of world power was burning.

The shape of the spiritual bone totem is like an ancient talisman. The strokes are very simple, and it can be completed with only three strokes.

However, when the first stroke was about to be completed, there was a sudden muffled bang from the broken fairy weapon, and the Xuanming knife pierced directly in, causing a crack to appear on it.

Yuan Futu opened his eyes, breathed out a turbid breath, looked at the crack, frowned and said: "While imagining the divine pattern, at the same time, it is necessary to draw the divine pattern, and at the same time ensure the strength of the hand, otherwise It will directly cause the fairy artifact to be damaged again... This is too difficult."

Anyway, this celestial artifact was useless, Yuan Futu didn't feel bad, so he tried again.

In the simple depiction, his boundary power and soul are consumed very quickly, but without the assistance of elixir, it takes several hours to recover after each failure. This process is constantly repeated, which also shows that this divine pattern Also keeps failing.

It took Yuan Futu a full month to complete the first stroke, the second stroke was even longer, and it was only barely completed in the third month, and as for the third stroke, half a year had passed.

Yuan Futu seemed to be stuck in a bottleneck. It has been more than half a year since he carved the divine pattern. These three simple strokes can barely be engraved on the fairy artifact, but the combination is completely different from the pattern visualized in his mind.

The divine pattern is quite rigorous and full of artistry. The reasonable error allowed for the distance between each stroke is no more than one hair. Yuan Futu looked at the damaged fairy artifact that had gradually become mottled, and it was carved out by the Xuanming knife. There are more than a thousand traces, but none of the divine lines can match the one visualized in my mind, which means that they can't exert any effect at all.

No matter how strong Yuan Futu's willpower was, it was almost worn out by the failure of more than half a year. He put down the Xuanming Saber a little tiredly, and lay down on the bone-chilling ground. It should be deep winter at this time. The cold wind blowing in from the cave occasionally brings a few snowflakes with it.

Yuan Futu's expression was dignified. He had a strong enough reason in his mind to firmly believe in becoming a god tattoo master. He was the most perfect businessman, so he was extremely focused in the process of branding, but this almost perverted The threshold is more difficult to cross than he imagined.

But when it comes to talent, Yuan Futu, who was in the formation in the past, obviously has such a talent. Although the formation is not as rigorous as the divine pattern, it is quite complicated and full of mystery to describe the formation.

Yuan Futu even created a unique sword formation on this basis, so he is obviously much better than some rookies who don't know the so-called in the depiction of divine patterns.

After contemplating for a while, Yuan Futu sat back in front of the table and picked up the Xuan Ming Saber again.

"It must be successful."

This is the confidence in the talent of the formation in the past, and also the determination to become a master of the divine pattern. Yuan Futu took a deep breath, showing a hint of ferocity, and visualized the totem of the divine pattern again in his mind, while holding the mysterious inscription The right hand of the knife has landed on the fairy artifact.

Thousands of times of practice have made his hands no longer tremble sickly, and there seems to be a mountain hanging on the blade, moving extremely slowly and heavily on the sword.

A straight and clear line appeared on the mottled fairy artifact, and the light blue flame of world power was still burning.

It took about half a stick of incense, and the first stroke of the divine pattern totem was finally completed. Yuan Futu tried his best to reduce the consumption of boundary power and soul power, otherwise he would not be able to complete a complete divine pattern in his current state. Characterization, even if it is the most rudimentary.

The second stroke took a stick of incense, and the divine pattern visualized in Yuan Futu's mind was somewhat blurred. If he distracted himself and looked inside, he could see that most of the two soul water droplets had been consumed. As for the boundary force Not to mention.

At this moment, Yuan Futu achieved unprecedented concentration, and the Xuanming Saber was as stable as Mount Tai in his hand, drawing the last line of the divine pattern.

This line runs from top to bottom, like a stabbing sword edge, extremely fierce, its charm is conveyed to the brain under the perception of the power of the soul, so many times of practice has made Yuan Futu understand it in his chest, with the With a strong wrist, the Xuanming Saber suddenly accelerated, and swiped out on the fairy weapon with a bang, the boundary force flame stretched out all of a sudden, and hit the cave wall in front of it.