Sovereign of the Era

Seven Xuanbu unfolds, dare to stop Lin Yun of Mo Ling before the other party goes out.

See the expression on the other side's face, helpless smile, but see the beautiful face of Mo Ling, there is no meaning of anger, look relaxed.

Obviously, the so-called farewell is just a joke with him.

"Remember?"

Mo Ling reached out and twisted her delicate silver iron fan, revealing her white wrist like lotus root and whispered.

"I remember."

Lin Yun knows the other side, is playing with him, but the three grades Xuanshi is of great significance to him.

It's much more important than Xuanyin flower. Now I can only hold my nose and soften it temporarily.

"Very good, then draw it to me. I'll see if you really remember the fire phoenix prairie fire picture I learned six days ago."

"Right here?"

"Yes, right here."

In the courtyard, Lin Yun takes out the spirit brush and the blank banner picture scroll, recollects for a moment and then starts to write.

In just a few days, he still can't forget.

What's more, he never forgets what he has done, and it's impossible to forget the spiritual map he drew.

In retrospect, this picture of fire and phoenix burning the prairie is the second only spiritual map he saw in his life, which is second only to the picture of tiger sniffing the rose. I still remember that when the nine scrolls were put together, the fire and Phoenix in the painting were radiant, just like living creatures, as if they would jump out of the picture at any time.

Mo Ling put away the silver iron fan in his hand and looked at it carefully. He saw Lin Yun's beautiful and handsome face with clear water chestnut and bright light in his dark eyes from time to time.

The lines of holy stripe appear slowly with his flowing brush technique.

Those spirit lines, either thick as mountains, or elegant meaningful, sometimes contain the extreme power of violence, shining in the tip of the pen.

Fire phoenix prairie fire map, in the whole three pin Lingtu, ranked top 10. In terms of lethality alone, it can even rank in the top five.

Looking at the whole Tianfu academy, there are few elders who can draw this picture. As for the disciples, only Mo Ling can show it.

Two hours later, Lin Yunchang breathed a sigh of relief, and blood seeped through his eyes.

His forehead was dripping with sweat, and his face was pale and tired.

With his current attainments in holy stripe, it is still somewhat reluctant to draw the picture of fire and phoenix burning the prairie.

When nine three meter long scrolls were put together, a rather vast scroll appeared in front of them. The fire phoenix in the painting, with twinkling eyes and faint glimmering wings, seems to be quite divine.

Unfortunately, in the end, seven feathers are missing from the important tail.

Compared with Mo Ling's complete picture of fire, Phoenix and prairie fire, it is a dead thing.

"Elder martial sister, please have a look."

Lin Yun shook his head, not very satisfied.

On the other side, Mo Ling was speechless and lost his mind. After a long time, he sighed: "you are such a terrible guy with your spiritual tattoo accomplishments. It's hard to imagine how high you will reach if you pursue this way wholeheartedly. I'm afraid it will be better than me in less than two years. "

Such praise, but let Lin Yun some not quite used to, had to whisper: "if you want to say so, is also the elder martial sister teaches well."

On his cold face, Mo Ling said with a smile: "in this picture, there are still seven plumes, each of which is a three grade spirit pattern. But in fact, these seven holy patterns are all the same, called fire feather. "

Lin YunRuo thought: "that is to say, I just need to learn the fire feather spirit pattern, can draw the fire phoenix prairie fire spirit map?"

"That's right, but it's not so simple. You can just try it."

Mo Ling unfolds the folding fan and sweeps it at will. The nine paintings fall together and fall to one side.

She unfolded a blank painting scroll on the stone table. Without saying much, she drew a fire plume pattern in it.

On the blank picture scroll, the fire plume pattern exists alone, but it can not be seen that it is too strange.

The technique and process of the other side's drawing, and Lin Yun's clear-cut view, have not missed any steps.

"It doesn't seem very difficult."

Lin Yun took over the holy stripe brush and drew the three kinds of spiritual patterns and fire plume patterns on another scroll.

Although Sanpin Lingwen is complex, it is difficult for others to write. But Lin Yun can never forget, if it is only copied out, it is not too difficult.

But before the painting was general, Lin Yun's face became rather ugly. He felt that some power was gathering in his mind. Along with his writing, his headache was like bursting.

That kind of pain is much more cruel than that he used to draw spiritual tattoos.

In a trance, he only felt that the sky was spinning and the surrounding environment was suddenly dark.

In addition to the fire plume lines, there is no other light, this feeling is quite bad, the soul will be broken in general.

For no reason, he felt more afraid, but he was surprised to find that he could not stop.

Whew!

At this time, a bit of light points in his eyebrows, the dark world is bright, and the ink spirit appears in the light.The mysterious feeling disappeared, and Lin Yun woke up with a start and felt a little cool on his mouth. Stretch out a hand to wipe, but nosebleed to flow out, flash on the face immediately wipe dissimilar color, way: "I this is how?"

"You should know that the spirit of Xuanshi is much stronger than that of ordinary martial arts," he said

"I know that if I don't draw a spiritual map on weekdays, mental strength will gradually grow in overdraft. This kind of growth, seemingly not obvious, but accumulated over time, but gradually left ordinary people behind. "

Lin Yun nodded and said softly.

He practiced holy tattoos under Mo Ling, and he had a deep feeling about it. At first, when he drew hundreds of holy lines in a day, he felt his head would burst.

Later, even if it was to draw thousands of second grade spirit lines, it was easy and easy to grasp.

Compared with Zhenyuan, mental strength is somewhat ethereal, but such progress is quite obvious.

He looked at Mo Ling, waiting for the other side to continue.

"The way of Lingwen was really introduced to the master of Sanpin Xuanshi. Why do you say that? Because Sanpin Xuanshi will open up Xuangong, turn the invisible spiritual force into tangible soul force, and condense the soul seal with Xuangong

The clear and pleasant voice of Mo Ling is like the cold spring water of mountain stream.

Lin Yun pondered for a moment and pointed out the key, "what does this have to do with my painting of fire plumes?"

"Drawing Sanpin holy stripe can be regarded as a ceremony, a ceremony to transform spiritual power into soul power. This ceremony is like breaking a cocoon into a butterfly and rebirth. But the process is very painful, a little careless, will die in the cocoon. In Tianfu academy, there are quite a lot of second grade Xuanshi, but few third grade Xuanshi. That's why. "

After a pause, Mo Ling said in a soft voice: "generally speaking, we will choose a simpler three pin spirit pattern to complete this ceremony."

Lin Yun looked up and pondered: "choose different levels of Sanpin holy stripe, and the condensed soul seal may be of different quality. Just like cultivation, different levels of skills, promotion of purple mansion, there must be strong and weak points

Mo Ling eyebrow a pick, pour is the first time to hear this kind of saying, smile way: "you think so, although not all right, pour also not big difference. You take a day off, how to decide, I'll come to you tomorrow. "

"Sister, let me try again."

Lin Yun looks calm and looks at Mo Ling.

"Are you sure? There are only three chances to be promoted to the third grade master. Once all of them fail, they will be unable to be promoted to the third grade Xuanshi for life. "

Mo Ling looked at him solemnly and did not agree.

Lin Yun nodded and said, "I'm sure."

Mo Ling, who had always been decisive, saw the look in Lin Yun's eyes and hesitated for a while.

After all, he promised to give him a try.

I don't know why, or in the eyes of Mo Ling, Lin Yun can indeed create miracles. Because there are many college students in him who are not confident and tenacious.

Half an hour later, Lin Yun, who finished breathing, opened his eyes.

His face was ruddy, but his spirit was restored. He was no longer as pale and frightening as he was just now.

Spit out a long breath of white gas, Lin Yun slowly up, write again.

Although he failed for the first time, he showed great confidence in this painting.

After calming down, Lin Yun's Lingwen pen moves slowly.

Hum!

In his mind, the magnificent mental power accumulated in the ordinary day moved slowly, and the light in his eyes twinkled. Before the experience of pain, again showed up, Lin Yun clenched his teeth, calmly insisted.

The holy stripe pen in his hand kept drawing the holy stripe.

With the appearance of the plume on fire, the mental power in the mind is boundless and gathered, and the scattered state gradually gathers together.

After half a sound, these floating spiritual forces condense into a vortex.

Boom!

When the whirlpool formed, Lin Yun shuddered all over. The pain spread to all parts of his body, and it seemed that his body was not his own.

Breaking the cocoon into a butterfly is even more painful than that.

Lin Yun's eyes gushed with joy, and his mental strength converged into a whirlpool, which was an experience he had not experienced before.

That is to say, he is much better than the first time, and now he is up and supporting.

The prototype of Xuangong?

Not far away from the ink spirit, eyes suddenly flash a color of surprise, good progress.

The speed of the whirlpool's rotation, fast and slow, is very strange. May seem strange in the rotation, but there are still rules to follow, there is a very mysterious rhythm.

Boom!

All of a sudden, Lin Yun's eyes were black, and the fire plume pattern he drew in the painting scroll was blurred.

Lin Yun only felt that the whirling of the sky and the earth made his consciousness a little fuzzy. The pain brought about by the whirlpool of spirit was really beyond imagination.Damn, are you going to fail?

The hand holding the holy stripe pen trembled, and the writing marks were confused.

Poop!

The vein of the fire plume pattern was a little messy, and then it gradually disintegrated. Lin Yun vomited out a mouthful of blood and sprinkled it all on the blank painting scroll.

"It's going to break up, Lin Yun. Stop quickly!"

Looking at the unfinished fire plume pattern in the painting scroll, it gradually loosens up, and the ink spirit looks mutinous, so he shouts in a hurry.

At the same time, the silver iron fan in his hand turns into a flash of light, like a startling Hong, and flies away towards Lin Yun's spirit tattoo pen, trying to force the interruption.

"Coagulate!"

But just when the silver iron fan was about to fly, Lin Yun's eyes opened angrily, and there was blood seeping out. He manipulated the spirit tattoo pen in his hand and gave a fierce drink.

The spiritual whirlpool that condenses in the mind, the time non-stop compression, faintly, will be condensed to the limit that he can bear. A strong wave of spirit was sent out from Lin Yun's body. The air suddenly vibrated and spread like a ripple.

Dang!

In a moment, the silver fan held the silver fan tightly. Looking at Lin Yun, whose face was pale and his eyes were bloodstained, he whispered in a whisper: "this guy is too cruel..."

His heart was deeply shocked, and for a moment he forgot to continue to stop.

www.readwn.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!