Martial Supreme Emperor

"You...

Nanhuang was shocked and speechless, and her mouth opened slightly.

Xiao Chen smiles.

"Great."

Nanhuang looked at Xiao Chen. Although the spirit array was not a powerful one, it was impossible for a person who had never been in touch with it to portray it. Even with the existence of her spirit root, Xiao Chen didn't succeed in practicing it once, but he did.

He is the spirit array this time, which is the real kung fu.

If Xiao Chen can complete it, it means that Xiao Chen can practice the spirit array together.

If not, it means that Xiao Chen can only re engrave and can't practice. This kind of existence proves the idea just now.

There is no spirit root. You can't build a spirit array.

This time, Xiao Chen also urged zulongmou to observe Nanhuang's carving.

But Xiao Chen could clearly feel that the difficulty of the pattern was soaring this time, which was far beyond the comparison of the spirit array just now.

Even with the eyes of his ancestors, Xiao Chen still frowned.

His concentration makes his forehead sweat.

Three hundred and fifty lines disappeared in a flash, and a spirit array rose up with great momentum, and the power in which it bloomed was enough to threaten the most holy and powerful.

Nanhuang stops and looks at Xiaochen.

"How do you feel?" She asked Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen ponders and has deep eyes.

"Hard, hard." He even said two difficult words.

Nanhuang nods.

This is normal, because this kind of spirit array can be regarded as the ability of real spirit array master to write.

This kind of power has reached the limit that the spirit root can reach.

That pattern is called floating pattern.

It's one of the flower works in the hands of Lingzhen master.

Xiao Chen obviously doesn't understand these, but he doesn't intend to give up, even if it's impossible, he will try.

The emperor's pen in his hand began to depict.

However, this time, Xiao Chen is far from the same as before. He only depicts thirty or fifty lines, which is a failure, but Xiao Chen still insists on it.

It's not that he can't portray it.

It's that he needs to try.

Nanhuang did not speak, this time the spirit of the array is difficult, not a success is normal.

If it's a success, it's a surprise.

Xiao Chen took a deep breath and then picked up his pen again.

This time, Xiao Chen was extremely focused.

His brushwork is just fierce and domineering, which is full of the feeling of who dominates the ups and downs of the vast land.

Once again, the pattern condenses and floats in the void.

At thirty or fifty, Nanhuang's face was still normal, but this time when Xiao Chen wrote more than 100 lines, her face changed at last. Looking at Xiao Chen, he still did not break his pen. He seemed to have a steady stream of strength. His forehead was dripping with sweat, and his clothes were wet with sweat.

On the contrary, he became more proficient in writing, as if he was born to be a master of Lingzhen.

At this time, the spirit array has reached 200 pairs of Tao.

Nanhuang was shocked again.

She does not blink eyes staring at Xiao Chen, incomparable concentration.

Boom!

When the pattern reached 300, Xiao Chen's hands were shaking, but he still made no mistakes.

When three hundred and fifty patterns were gathered together to form a spiritual array, Xiao Chen finally stopped writing. In front of him and Nanhuang, a spiritual array was formed. Its power was no different from that just depicted by Nanhuang. The holy way was united and the spiritual array was bright.

The empress Nanhuang seems to have lost her soul.

"Twice..."

Xiao Chen did not succeed in one stroke, but only in two.

It took her out of her temper.

And Xiao Chen is a * do on the ground, although successful, but this one spirit array but draw his strength.

As if he had reached the limit of his physical ability.

He was exhausted.

But there was a smile on his face.

There was excitement in that smile. He succeeded. He succeeded.