Fury Towards The Burning Heaven

"The power of thunder, the power of fire, the power of light, the power of darkness, the power of destruction, the power of life, the power of wind, the power of gold, and the power of earth. How should these nine middle and low-level daggers merge? Nine different Can the dimples of the attributes merge?"

Nine kinds of lower-level patterns appeared in Jiang Yi's mind. These are the nine patterns he felt in Leishan. Wrong... He actually realized eight kinds of things in Leishan, because he had already felt in the **** night before the power of fire.

These are nine types of dimples with different attributes. They are also the most basic dimples of each department, and all of them are the dimples with the lowest attributes. He separated the Dao rhythm induced by Lei Shan, and realized one by one and then figured out a way to merge. At this moment, he was ready to merge.

just…

Separation is simple, but it is very difficult to integrate. For example, a huge hemp rope, it is very simple to separate nine small hemp ropes. But if you want to entangle them perfectly, it will be more difficult. This is not an ordinary twist, it is a perfect fusion.

"Let's take a look at that silk rhyme first! Take a closer look at how it blends in."

Jiang Yi entered the state of unity of heaven and man. In this state, he can be integrated into this world, and he will be closer to the elements of various attributes in the world, and it will be easier for him to perceive and merge the lines.

The trace of rhythm in Leishan emerged from his mind, and the delicate induction, derivation and confirmation.

What disappointed him a lot was that he was no longer near Leishan. This rhyme was very vague in retrospect, and I couldn't think of any key points.

One hour, one day, five days...

The trace of rhythm in Jiang Yi's mind became more and more blurred, he could only helplessly gave up, and slowly merged the power of thunder and fire according to the hazy idea in his heart.

"Thunder can make fire. There is no problem with the power of thunder and the power of fire, but how to integrate the rest of the lines?"

"Light and darkness, destruction and life are opposites, how can they merge?"

"The power of the wind, the power of the earth, and the power of the gold, these are the three forces that are not related to the wind horse, how can they be integrated?"

"It's so painful when the two kinds of patterns are fused together, this is going to be nine kinds of fusion?"

Jiang Yi thought for a while, and felt a headache. He didn't care about anything. Let's merge the power of Lei and the power of fire first.

He swallowed a lot of energy pill, even if he didn’t eat or drink for a few years, it’s okay, he concentrates on the Dao pattern, now it’s not as important as Dao pattern, he has no chance to go to Tianlei Island now, so it’s possible After getting the thunder fire, once the thunder fire is consumed, he will not be able to release the thunder fire shield, and the combat power will plummet...

Time is running, three months have passed!

The Bailong Islands have calmed down. Many mountain bandits are ambitious and want to find Jiang Yi and others, but after three months of searching, they still get nothing, which means nothing. The island of sin is too large, with a population of hundreds of billions. There are at least tens of thousands of large and small cities. There are robbers lurking outside the city. To find Jiang Yi is like finding a needle in a haystack.

The young sons of the rest of the super family no longer care about it. After all, it is not them who are humiliated. They just look at Lu Lin's face to cope with it. They can find the best way to kill them. They can't find them if they can't find them.

"Lu Lin, you were miserable!"

In the imperial palace of a house in Ziyu City, Jiang Yi opened his eyes and scolded helplessly. If it weren’t for Lu Lin’s trouble, he would have to learn about it for a few months near Leishan Mountain. This upper-level pavement would definitely be able to merge, and it would be enough to go to the Heavenly Stone of God-given City.

After three months, the power of Thunder and the Power of Fire have merged, but unfortunately none of the other lines can be merged, and he originally thought that the power of Thunder and the Power of Fire could be combined to release Thunder Fire, but now he found himself too naive. . The power of thunder and the power of fire are not equal to thunderfire...

"Continue to merge!"

Only three months later, Jiang Yi's consciousness swept out of the imperial palace and asked Jin Jiao about it. The latter said that everything was safe, and he ignored it, and continued to merge the patterns.

The trace of the rhythm of Leishan in his mind completely disappeared. No matter how Jiang Yi recalled it, he couldn't remember it. He could only explore it by himself and find a way to continue to merge the rest of the traces...

After another two months passed, Jiang Yi opened his eyes and stood up, with disappointment in his eyes. This pattern was too difficult to merge. Without Dao Yun's guidance and traction, he had no direction and he had no idea how to integrate.

Since it can't be merged, Jiang Yi simply doesn't practice, and this thing can't be forced. Now I can only rely on opportunities and opportunities, hoping that at a certain moment, the epiphany will suddenly merge. This kind of deduction proves that even if it takes ten years or eight years, it may not be able to integrate and waste time.

Outside, Feng Luan and herring were embroidering a boring one, and one was painting and entertaining themselves. Jiang Yi came out, and the two did not notice it at all.

"embroidered?"

Jiang Yi was not interested, but Feng Luan's painting there made Jiang Yi a little curious. Feng Luan was drawing a landscape painting with his ink pen intently. Her painting skills were superb, and she painted wonderfully and vividly.

"Thunder Mountain?"

Jiang Yi walked past softly and glanced at the landscape in Feng Luan's painting. His heart suddenly moved, many pictures flashed in his mind, and somehow throbbed.

"Right... I can also paint, draw Lei Shan, and try to simulate Dao Yun, maybe I can find a chance to merge."

Jiang Yi's soul was shocked, and he grabbed the brush in Feng Luan's hand with his big hand, and took another piece of white paper, slowly sketched it, painting it. status.

"Ok?"

Feng Luan awakened, and herring embroidered herring stood there in surprise. He was about to make a call, but was stopped by Feng Luan's voice: "Hush, the son seems to understand, let's not disturb him."

"Oh!"

Herring chicks nodded like rice, and looked curiously at Chao Jiangyi's paintings, but they were disappointed. Jiang Yi is called painting. It is pure graffiti. The painting is too ugly.

Feng Luan is an expert in painting. She loves painting since she was a child. She used to paint when she was bored in the imperial palace. Most of the paintings were landscape paintings, and of course there were portraits of people. She painted many paintings for Jiang Yi, but Jiang Yi I don’t know.

What surprised the herring was that Jiang Yi was painting graffiti there. The Feng Luan not only snickered, but looked at it with relish, and even became more fascinated from the back. He was completely silent, and his eyes were all confused. , Forget it.

"What's so special about this painting?"

Herring opened her eyes and watched carefully, but she couldn't see anything except Jiang Yi's painting Thunder Mountain and Thunder Mountain, and the ten Thunder Mountain were too ugly? It's just ten crooked stone pillars...

Jiang Yi painted very seriously. Although his eyes were closed, he entered the state of harmony between man and nature and opened his eyes. There was no difference. He forgot everything. He focused on the painting of Leishan in his mind. Unfortunately, his painting skills were too bad. At first glance, it's no different from ghost symbols.

Pen stopped, ink dry!

Jiang Yi put down his brush and opened his eyes. He glanced at him for a few times and shook his head, sighing, "Still not, but this painting is still conducive to me remembering Dao Yun. It seems that I should practice painting well in the future, which is too ugly. Right..."

"Hoohoo!"

The phoenix next to her was also awake, but her breathing was short, a pair of plump ups and downs, a pair of phoenix eyes was scary, she swallowed a few saliva, looked at the ghost drawing in front of her, and murmured: " I was finally fortunate enough to see a legendary painting of heaven, son...you are really a genius."