battle master

Chapter 628 The Way of the God Pattern!

a few days later.

In the prison hall, Wu Yangyu sat cross-legged on a futon, carefully comprehending his own immortal power.

Accompanied by the operation of the immortal power, wisps of dark golden divine light continuously traveled on the surface of the body, transforming into infinite crystal brilliance, flowing continuously within it.

Gradually, during this gradual operation, the power of immortality has begun to become thicker and thicker, layers of dark golden crystal brilliance, almost materialized, began to cover and condense.

In the depths of the body, a section of spine shining like jade was constantly filled with pure power, and then it was swallowed up by the immortal power, blending into every inch of flesh and blood in the body, tempering and nourishing Wu Yangyu's body. Muscles and bones to make them stronger.

"call……"

Accompanied by a breath of turbid air, Wu Yangyu's eyes finally opened slowly:

"As expected of the Canglong's Bone, even though it has merged with me now, it still hasn't been completely refined. The power in it is almost endless, let me ask for it..."

Although this feeling was real, Wu Yangyu did not lose his rationality. He knew very well that the reason why the power in the Canglong's bone felt almost endless was only because his strength was not strong enough.

"It seems that we still have to continue to work hard!"

Between the words, Wu Yangyu's fingers moved slightly, and there, a sharp blade that was as long as a finger appeared in it.

The sharp edge is like a sword, but it is like a child's toy. Even if the cold light flickers, it still has no deterrent power. However, only after the mind goes deep into it, will you feel how terrifying the hidden power is.

On the surface of this small sword, a complicated pattern of light appeared.

And the source of all sharpness and ferocity comes from this streak of light.

This sword was obtained by Wu Yangyu from the opponent after beheading the royal family Wang Huang in the battle of Dragon City.

Moreover, the opponent randomly threw the sword into the storage ring, and it seemed that he didn't care about it at all. In other words, even Wang Huang didn't feel the horror of this sword.

but.

Wu Yangyu, who possessed a tyrannical spirit, could clearly feel how terrifying and extraordinary the power bred by the light patterns on this little sword was.

After studying this light pattern carefully, Wu Yangyu's brows began to frown slowly.

According to Wu Yangyu's observation, one of the reasons why this small sword is inconspicuous is that the fluctuation of the light pattern is very subtle, and only people with good spiritual power can feel the horror in it. One point is very important, the material of this little sword is very ordinary.

It's almost like a work made by someone tempered by a weapon at will.

It is precisely because of these two points that this little sword is so neglected.

"laugh……"

The power of immortality was running, and suddenly the little sword trembled, and a three-foot sword aura in the tip of the sword moved quickly, as if the flow of real words continued. Suddenly, the entire space was clearly surrounded by a sharp and terrifying force The breath permeates.

"It's just made of ordinary metal, but when it is used, it has a completely different power, even comparable to the horror of a magic weapon."

Talking to himself, Wu Yangyu's eyes locked on the light pattern on the little sword again.

The entire light pattern is like an inscription brand. Under the urging of his immortal power, a halo of light began to loom in it, and all the power was poured into the small sword through this light pattern again, and then, it formed Sword Qi.

"Shenwen... This is the work of the refiner!"

Suddenly, a bold idea appeared in Wu Yangyu's heart.

A pattern refiner, also revered as a divine pattern master, practiced the way of the divine pattern.

Even in the sect, the identity and status are extremely extraordinary.

At the beginning, Wu Yangyu's divine courage continued to improve, and he had the plan to cultivate the way of the divine pattern, but because of various obstacles, this idea was put on hold for a while.

just now.

With the appearance of this small sword, Wu Yangyu's idea of ​​cultivating the way of the divine pattern also appeared again, and this idea became more and more intense.

His divine courage has reached the level of the Seven Flames Realm, and he is usually only evolving with the way of formations. If he doesn't practice the way of the gods, it will be too wasteful.

"Stinky bird..."

With a thought, Wu Yangyu began to summon the Bird Emperor in his body.

"Master Bird is very busy..."

When Qin Huang's divine thoughts came, he was obviously very upset about being disturbed by Wu Yangyu.

"Last time, didn't you intend to teach me the way of the god pattern?"

Wu Yangyu said angrily.

The way of the divine pattern is more profound than the way of formation. Without a master's guidance, it is difficult to achieve anything.

"Humph……"

Regarding Wu Yangyu's insistence, Qin Huang snorted angrily:
"No... Master Bird's previous memories have not been recovered. Although there are some means of the way of the gods, they are very incomplete, and it does not start from the foundation. Even if you have a strong spirit, you still have no foundation. Use! So, you must get the basics done first!"

After finishing speaking, the Qin Emperor's aura retreated again, no matter how Wu Yangyu summoned him, there was no reply at all.

"Sister..."

Wu Yangyu contemptuously despised this guy, since the last time he came back from Dragon City, the Bird Emperor and the baby rarely appeared, the two were mysterious, and they didn't know what they were studying.

"It seems that we can only start from the sect..."

"You want to learn the way of the god pattern?"

When Wu Yangyu appeared in front of Feng Xuanlie and explained his purpose of coming, Feng Xuanlie's face was replaced by shock.

"Yes, senior brother... in our God Fighting Sect, there seems to be pattern refiners too."

Wu Yangyu was straightforward and directly stated his purpose.

"Little brother, your martial arts aptitude is very extraordinary. If you continue to study martial arts, your future achievements will be immeasurable. Why bother to study the way of the divine pattern? Besides, the way of the divine pattern not only requires a strong soul power to control , and more importantly, it requires a huge amount of spiritual force to motivate and evolve..."

"Shh..."

Before Feng Xuanlie could finish speaking, Wu Yangyu's palm spread slightly.

Within the palm, a spirit pattern imprint rapidly evolved, and between looming, a crazy and terrifying aura quickly permeated.

"hiss……"

Facing the evolution of the spirit pattern seal, although Feng Xuanlie knew that Wu Yangyu would not attack him, the terrifying aura in it still caused the true energy in his body to subconsciously surge.

"Forgot...you are still a cultivator of Dao."

Feng Xuanlie slapped his head, and smiled helplessly.

He seldom saw Wu Yangyu make a move. Naturally, he also ignored Wu Yangyu's accomplishments in the formation method, but today he really saw Wu Yangyu's display, and Feng Xuanlie couldn't help but feel a sense of shock in his heart:

"Junior brother, what level has your formation method reached?"

"Eight-Rank Formation, you should be able to use it..."

Wu Yangyu smiled slightly, but didn't hide it.

"evildoer!"

Feng Xuanlie wished he could slap him on the face, knowing that the young man in front of him was a monster, why did he ask him, he knew the answer, and now his heart was very hurt...

"In this case, then you can try it... Although our sect also has grain refining masters, but the number is very small, and these guys have very weird tempers, whether you can be taken by them depends on you It's up to you!"

After instructing Wu Yangyu, Feng Xuanlie brought Wu Yangyu to an ancient peak.

This ancient peak is inconspicuous, with an area of ​​about [-] to [-] miles, and it is not close to the location of other main halls, as if deliberately separated from other forces of the Fighting God Sect.

Above the ancient peak, it is a bit barren, and even the intensity of vitality is much lower than other places.

but.

The moment the two descended and fell, Wu Yangyu could clearly feel that a mysterious fluctuation quickly and slightly loomed in this ancient peak.

This fluctuation seems to be the breath of the formation, but Wu Yangyu can be sure that this is definitely not the power of the formation.

"Shh..."

The eyes of Qiyan opened.

Wu Yangyu suddenly looked a thousand meters away.

There is a stone statue several meters high.

The level of carving of these stone statues is simply appalling, and it is even impossible to tell what kind of creatures they are carved. However, under the perception of Wu Yangyu's Seven Flame Eyes, he clearly felt that the source of the mysterious fluctuations came from These statues.

"Prison Hall disciple Feng Xuanlie, please see Elder Lu..."

at the same time.

Feng Xuanlie's body moved slightly, and he started to salute those stone statues.

"Crack!"

Before Wu Yangyu could react, he saw one of the obese stone statues with animal face and human body slowly opened his eyes. After turning around a few times, he took a few glances at Wu Yangyu and Feng Xuanlie. :

"For Gou Chen's sake, get out of here..."

Gou Chen was the master of the Prison Hall, and the other party dared to call him by his name. From this point alone, the so-called Elder Lu's identity was obviously not inferior to Gou Chen.

"Elder Lu, this time the disciple came here not for the sake of the divine pattern, please let the elder see you and let the disciple explain clearly..."

Although Elder Lu was already chasing people away, Feng Xuanlie didn't want to leave just like that, trying to win opportunities for Wu Yangyu to continue.

"Meet the old man? Who do you think you are..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as Feng Xuanlie's words fell, suddenly, there was a sudden movement in the entire space, and a terrifying aura began to evolve from the surroundings.

For example, a seemingly inconspicuous grass next to Wu Yangyu flickered with a blurred light, and there were traces of god patterns emerging in it, like a blue sword drawn out of its sheath. wild dance.

For example, a stone about the size of a fist directly revealed a khaki divine pattern, and then, it burst out with a crushing spirit like a mountain...

At this moment, Wu Yangyu couldn't help but twitched violently.

Who can imagine that in the entire mountain, every plant, every tree, and even a stubborn rock, have traces of divine patterns.

Such a boring person is able to have this time to imprint that incomparably precious divine pattern on a piece of grass or a stone...

(End of this chapter)