Genius Fortune-teller

"My heart will not die, and hope will last forever; my will will not die, and my sword will become..."

Lin Bai murmured to himself. Although the red iron sheet had calmed down the noisy fire, what he had experienced before still brought him endless pain that ordinary people could not bear. But even so, his eyes were still bright, constantly catching the various patterns spread by the red iron sheet, engraved on the flying sword with spirit and magic power.

Just engraved a trace, Lin Bai had already felt that it was a very powerful thing, and even could see the origin of all things. This kind of Dao Wen is what he can't understand clearly in this realm. Besides obscurity, it's still obscurity.

But even if it is obscure, it can't stop Lin Bai's steps. He is constantly using these patterns, constantly using the idea of magic power, and carving on the prototype of the flying sword, hoping that this pattern can make the flying sword achieve transformation.

Compared with the burning of the fire, the burden of engraved patterns is unbearable for Lin Bai. Every trace of the engraving of the Taoist pattern made him feel like he wanted to drain everything in his body. When he engraved the Taoist pattern, there was an invisible pressure on him, which made him hard to resist. This is a kind of instinct of the red iron sheet. It is the kind of coercion that existed when it was not damaged. It is that it does not allow other things in the world to have its unique pattern.

Roar! Exhausted, Lin Bai gritted his teeth and roared, and his voice was full of reluctance. He really didn't expect that he would encounter so many twists and turns and suffer so many tribulations when casting his own flying sword. But he didn't want to give up and let everything go to nothingness. No matter how difficult and dangerous it is, he must rush through and reach the other side of hope!

One, two With Lin Bai's insistence, countless Taoist patterns are constantly appearing on the rudiment of the flying sword. Although Lin Bai's strength is exhausted, he still doesn't give up.

With the passage of time, even Lin Bai's concept of time began to become numb. He gradually felt that his whole person no longer belonged to him, and he could no longer feel what fatigue, joy and pain were. His eyes are completely occupied by the pattern; only the sound of the pattern engraved is ringing in his ears.

Even he didn't find that, while engraving these patterns, his whole person was quietly undergoing some strange transformation.

To be exact, it's not his body, but the pieces of flesh and blood that he scattered between heaven and earth under the bombardment of fire. His flesh and blood, with the engraving of Taoist patterns, are constantly blending with the dust like flying sword fragments, floating in the flying sword, accepting the tempering of those Taoist patterns

Moreover, with the engraving of Taoist patterns, along with those flesh and blood, there are all kinds of extremely strange patterns, which evolved in the void, full of mysterious atmosphere, and then disappeared into the flying sword, quietly combined into one.

These lines are Lin Bai's life lines, and are the life principles contained in his flesh and blood. It is to make these life patterns and the flying sword merge into one place, and make the flying sword become a part of its own destiny.

It's no longer as simple as casting a flying sword. It can even be said that today, he is melting his flesh and blood and life into one with the flying sword, making a certain blend and transformation, so that the three can reach a perfect fit.

The sword is me, I am the sword! This is a part of my flesh and blood, a continuation of my life!

At the moment, in his perception, there was no interference from any foreign objects, and his mind was completely immersed in the ever-forming flying sword. There was only one flying sword composed of flesh and blood, floating in the fire, mysterious and unpredictable.

This is a strange method of casting sword. Flesh and blood, spirit, fate, Dao pattern and flying sword are integrated into one, which is completely different from the method of casting sword in the sword Pavilion. The body and life will be integrated into the flying sword and become a part of the sword. If you let elder Yu Ju and other sword practitioners see this scene, they will be stunned and can't imagine and understand it.

But this incredible scene, now it is really happening, and it is so mysterious and sacred!

In the dark, there is a magnificent sound. The violent sound is like invisible. Someone is waving the hammer to make everything in the world become the stubborn iron under the hammer. It is a complete success.

And in this roaring sound, Lin Bai's heart, gradually have a sense of enlightenment. He could not help but think of a saying that was widely spread in the strange gate and the hidden world: the existence of magic tools is actually a continuation of the life of the owner of magic tools.

It's true that despite the rapid development of time and time, no matter how powerful the existence is, it's hard to escape death. Even the most powerful spirit will go with the light and become nothing. But the magic tools they made will last forever, with the most compelling brilliance in their lives. They will be handed down forever.

In a sense, Lin Bai is now taking this step to leave a continuation of his life in this world. Even if one day, he will disappear in the world, but it is completely integrated with all his life, and becomes a kind of flying sword of his body and fate. It will last forever and never be destroyed.Not only that, with the exhaustion of Daowen and the blending of Mingli, Lin Bai gradually began to feel. It seems that the flying sword and myself are about to be completely integrated into one, and they want to be the only one in their hands!

One tool can break ten thousand methods! At the moment when this feeling appeared, Lin Bai suddenly thought of his realization on the precipice of Jiange Mountain Gate. That kind of realization is about fighting instinct, but it's not about magic weapons. There are hundreds of millions of utensils in the world, with different functions. But as long as I master one of them and my own uniqueness, that is enough.

After all, the red iron piece is only a fragment. Although the Taoist patterns on it are miraculous, it can't change the fact that it has been damaged. As time goes on, all the Taoist patterns have been engraved on the flying sword by Lin Bai.

With the exhaustion of Daowen, the red iron gradually began to fade down, and then suddenly returned, and disappeared into the Hetu Luoshu again. It was like a swordsman who retired after success without leaving his body and fame.

Although the red iron has retreated, the roaring fire in the fire field has not recovered. It is still the same as when the red iron was in the town before. The power of fire does not dare to wreak havoc. It can only submit to the power of sword and can not wreak havoc.

The flying sword is completely formed, and there are many unspeakable patterns on it. For example, the stars of the universe are swirling around, and the breath is flowing. It seems that there are ancient gods, constantly roaring, deafening, and people's bodies are about to collapse.

What's more, those patterns are constantly changing, as if they are deriving from living things. They produce flowers, birds, fish and insects, and all kinds of things. This miraculous change makes it more flexible and full of life texture and vitality.

The multicolored flame is constantly winding around the body of the sword. It seems that it has become a part of the flying sword. Under the shining brilliance, the flying sword becomes more sacred and unpredictable, just like the world is evolving in the flying sword.

"It's done!" At the same time, Lin Bai finally wakes up from the world of ignorance and insensibility. He looks at the flying sword that has been tempered by himself. The light from his eyes is so bright that it is frightening.

Disease! Without any hesitation, Lin Bai's two fingers suddenly merged into a sword formula, and suddenly turned around and gave out a voice to drink! The voice was majestic and grand, just like the roar from the beginning of time to the present!

With his words, the flying sword, which was originally hovering in the sea of fire, suddenly moved as if it had been ordered by some kind of inviolable Jun, releasing strands of inviolable sword Qi.

When the light of the sword is released, the flying sword moves suddenly, and the sword turns to the deepest part of the fire field. Hundreds of millions of fires rise up. This sword is baptized to make it more magical. The power of the sword can almost crush the world!

Boom! As if it were a startling flood, it crossed the sky. The bright sword suddenly collided with the Yin Yang divine fire in the center of the fire field. When the two touch each other, it seems that the sky thunder moves the ground fire. Thousands of terrible flames suddenly spread to the flying sword. The dazzling fire seems to be to completely engulf the flying sword and turn it into gas.

But this kind of stalemate is just a pause for a moment, and the roaring sword light penetrates the fire of yin and Yang, swallowing all the flames into the sword body, tempering one's body, making the impurities less and the spirit more abundant!

After absorbing the fire of yin and Yang, the flying sword has undergone a kind of transformation. The body of the sword, which originally radiated colorful light, now has two colors of black and white in the circulation of the five colors. It's as if the Yin and Yang evolved in the body of the sword, connecting life and death.

Looking at the flying sword, Lin Bai wants to roar and laugh. Although the sword hasn't been hardened yet, he can feel it. This flying sword, which has been forged by himself after thousands of disasters, is absolutely worthy of the holy weapon!

Although the power of this sword is still slightly inferior to that of nail head arrow! But the important thing is that it is different from the nail headed arrow. It is the continuation of his body, spirit and fate. As long as his life does not dissipate with the world, its edge will never dissipate. The sharp sword will still cover the eternal blue sky, accompany him and strike against the road!

"This sword, my name is reincarnation!" Under the long roaring sound, Lin Bai's eyes were exposed. With a backhand move, he roared away the flying sword towards the sword washing pool outside Yong Road, and said: "reincarnation of sword name is reincarnation of palm!"

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