Hokage’s strongest sword

Ink Mark Scroll

Speaking of which, this crypt is actually not too long, Nangong Zhe has reached the deepest part of the crypt after a while.

There is a not-so-big space in the depths of the crypt, but a stone table and a stone bench are barely placed, and a rolled-up painting scroll is placed on the stone table.

“This… is really a bit shabby compared to the first three levels…”

Compared with the huge forest in the first three levels, the incomparably real illusion, and the endless long road covered by flames, the simple crypt space here looks very shabby and simple.

Nangong Zhe’s eyes drifted to the painting scroll placed on the stone table, presumably this is the painting that Senior Li Ban said he made?

Step by step, he walked to the side of the stone table and sat down on the stone bench.

Nangong Zhe reached out and held the scroll in his hand.

A different kind of breath escaped from the painting scroll, rushing directly towards Nangong Zhe with the breath of iron blood and murderous aura.

Sure enough, the painting scroll left by Senior Li Ban is not an ordinary thing.

Nangong Zhe unfolded the painting scroll in his hand, and the iron-blooded aura and murderous aura were finally freed from the last layer of restraint, and they just rushed towards him like this.

This so-called ‘painting’ is really not a painting.

It’s just a simple ink mark, as if a person waved it casually.

“Is this the painting of myself that Senior Li Ban said? It’s really simple…”

Nangong Zhe complained slightly about Li Ban’s painting, and then started to pay attention to this ink mark.

But there is no feeling at all, just like a simple painting.

Just as Nangong Zhe was looking at the ink marks on the painting, a decaying breath continuously emanated from the bottom of the painting scroll.

Under the action of the decaying breath, the pure white paper quickly turned withered yellow, and then slowly turned into dark brown, as if it had been weathered for a long time, and even slowly decomposed.

“Is this the so-called time limit? Either I can comprehend the true meaning of this ink mark in time, or the painting scroll has been rotten and lost its trace. Then I failed the challenge?”

Nangong Zhe finally understood how the ‘time limit’ mentioned by Senior Li Ban was realized.

I tried to inject my own internal force into the scroll, but the scroll didn’t respond at all, just like the most common scroll.

“Not internal force?”

Nangongzhe murmured slightly, since it is not possible to discover the mystery with the naked eye, then there must be some kind of key that allows people to discover the secrets in the painting scroll.

Internal force or spiritual force?

He tried to attach his spiritual power to the painting scroll again, and the soft spiritual power soon penetrated into every subtle structure of the painting scroll.

Still no response.

After Nangong Zhe tried these two powers, nearly one-third of the painting scroll was eroded by the decaying breath. There are already many places that have dissipated.

Relegation…Heavenly Tribulation Sword…Sword…Sword Qi…

Nangongzhe thought hard, and after thinking for a long time, it seemed that he had neglected the most important thing to think about.

That is the sword that Senior Li Ban admires the most. Isn’t it the sword energy that is most closely related to the sword?

But can such a fragile paper really withstand the tyrannical sword energy?

Nangongzhe didn’t know, but Nangongzhe could only think of such a choice.

He had no choice but to inject an extremely small trace of the sword energy in his body into the painting scroll.

What is sword energy? Main attack, a kind of energy that mainly kills.

Although Nangongzhe only released a few wisps of sword energy, the effect was very significant.

The sword qi and the rotten qi that was eroding the painting scroll suddenly formed a different connection. The rotten qi became more intense under the stimulation of the sword qi, and the sword qi seemed to feel that he had to fight against the rotten qi The same, constantly devouring the rotten air to support itself, becoming stronger and stronger.

“This is really…”

Looking at the painting scroll that decays more quickly, Nangong Zhe onlyHe wanted to knock his head hard, but why did he suddenly think of injecting sword energy into it?

What else?

What else has the closest relationship with Senior Li Banished?

Since it’s not a sword, then what is Senior Li Ban’s favorite thing?

The things Senior Li likes…

liquor?

good wine?

The drunken fairy brew in the sapphire gourd given to him by Senior Li?

Although the option of wine seems a bit of a joke, the erosion of the painting scroll is getting faster and faster at this moment, and it is too late for Nangongzhe to think about the mystery more calmly.

Nangongzhe untied the sapphire gourd behind him with his backhand, and bit the stopper that sealed the mouth of the gourd with his mouth. The liquor in it was directly sprinkled on the scroll.

This is already Nangongzhe’s last attempt, and it is also the last possible attempt for Nangongzhe to pass such a level.

The wine slowly soaked through the ink marks, but within a short time, the ink marks had changed from black to blood-tinged.

“Is that all right?”

Nangongzhe was originally a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and sprinkled drunken wine on the scroll, but he didn’t expect it to have some effect.

“Sure enough… this level is really more difficult than the previous levels. The disciple of the Bloodcloth Pavilion who came to conduct such a serious trial will bring wine, especially the drunken fairy wine that no one knows how to brew. How come here? Without Zuixianjiu, the ink marks on the painting scroll cannot be removed. If the ink marks cannot be removed, how can we pass the level?”

At this moment, Nangong Zhe just felt that the mind of this senior Li Banished was indeed weak and weak. Wasn’t this intentional to make things difficult for others?

“Hahahaha… There are two joys in life, but swords and wine.”

Nangong Zhe suddenly heard a faint sound, as if a person was singing with a sword while drinking.

Not only in the ears, Nangong Zhe also seemed to have pictures in front of his eyes.

A person, although he couldn’t see the figure clearly, was holding a sword in his hand.

Heavenly Tribulation Sword!

This must be Senior Li Banished!

Li Yu in the picture is holding a writing brush, but it is not in the posture of ordinary people writing, but as if holding a sword.

Drops of ink dripped from the brush, but in mid-air, there was an invisible force dragging the ink drop back to the tip of the brush.

“Painting? Writing? None of them are my specialty. I can only wield a sword in my life. Since I want to paint, I have to paint like I wield a sword!”

As he said that, Li Yu’s aura, which had been slightly divergent due to the intoxication of drinking, subsided in an instant.

The brows and eyes that were originally full of sharpness have now been restrained like ordinary people.

Just like that, Li Li took a brush and drew a stroke on a piece of white paper in front of him.

It was the scroll of ink marks that Nangongzhe was looking at carefully at this moment!

(end of this chapter)

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