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The 549th chapter of the seven-X-Xunxun, dare to stop the Mo Ling before going out to the other side.

See the look on the opponent's face, helpless, but see the face of Mo Lingxiu, there is no angry meaning, the look is easy.

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

"Remember?"

Mo Ling reached out of her, showing the fine silver iron fan, revealing the snow, like a lotus-like wrist, whispered.

"Remember it.

Lin Yun is aware of the other party. It is with him, but San Pin Xuanshi is extraordinary to him.

It is much more important than Xuanyin flowers, and now I can only pinch the nose, temporarily serving soft.

"Very good, then draw me to see, the original picture of the fire phoenix studied before six days, I and I really remember.

"Is this here?"

"Yes, just here."

In the courtyard, Lin Yun took out the spiritual pen and the blank banner, slightly recall, and moved.

On a few days, he did not forget.

Moreover, he has always been forgotten, and it is more impossible to give yourself.

Recalling, this fire phoenix is ​​the original picture of his life, it is second only to Tiger Snumes.

I still remember that when the nine paintings were put together, the fire phoenix, the gods, like living things, as if to jump out of the picture at any time.

In the hands of Mo Ling, the silver iron fan was collected. At the side of serious look, he saw Lin Yunqing Xiu's handsome face, the rhombus was distinct, and the dark scorpion had a bright light flashing.

A spiritual pattern, slowly appearing under his pen and water.

Those spiritual patterns, or hills, or elegant, sometimes the power of violent, sparkling on the tip.

Fire Phoenix is ​​the original picture, in the entire three-character spirit map, ranking first ten.

If it is the order of killing, it can even be taken to the top five.

Looking at the entire Tianfu Academy, there are very few old ages that can draw this picture.

As for the disciples, only Mo Ling is able to show it.

After the next two hours, Lin Yun Changshu Yiqi, and there was bloodshot in both eyes.

The amount of sweat is dripped, and the face is slightly miserable, and the fatigue is increased.

Draw this fire phoenix in the spirit of the spirit, still somewhat reluctant.

It is a very vast picture that is quite a vast picture, and it is in front of the two.

The fire phoenix, the eyes are flashing, and the wings are lifted around the touch of light, and they are also quite Shenwei.

Unfortunately, the ultimately important tail, less than seven feathers.

The original picture of the full fire phoenix with the Mo Ling, it is not possible to compile, this is a dead.

"The sister, please have fun.

Lin Yun shook his head and was not satisfied.

On the side of the Mo Ling, it is a speechless, and the god is incomparable, and the long time sighed: "Your guy's spiritual grain is really terrible, it is difficult to imagine that if you pursue this, it will reach how it will reach how it is.

I am afraid that I can more than two years.

This praise, it is a little less habit of let Lin Yun, only to whisper: "If you want to say this, it is also a good teacher.

Mo Ling heard the cold face, showing silk smile, Shen Wei said: "This picture, it is still seven, every feather is a three-piece spirit.

But in fact, this seven Lingzi is the same kind of spiritual grain called fire feather.

Lin Yun is thinking: "That is to say, I only need to learn this fire in the spirit of the fire, can you draw a fire ahead?"

"The words are right, but it is not so simple, you and try it.

Mo Ling expands a folding fan, free to sweep, nine picture rolls and fall to the side.

She re-opened a blank painting on the stone table, not having a lot of words, drawing a fire featuring.

On a blank picture, the fire feathers exist alone, they can't see too surprisingly.

The methods and processes drawn by the other party, Lin Yun looks clear, and no steps are missing.

"It seems not hard.

Lin Yun took the spiritual pen, re-drawn on another picture, and draw this three-piece magical fire feather.

Although the three-piece spirit pattern is complicated, it is quite nothing to write about others.

But Lin Yun has not forgotten, if it is just Linyi, it is not too difficult.

It has not been drawn to the general, and Lin Yun face is quite difficult to look, he feels a certain force in his mind is gathering at a little bit.

With his post, let his head pain, like blowing.

It is better to draw a spirit than him before he draws the spirit, and it is also coming to the cruelty.

In the middle, he only felt that the sky was rotated, and the surrounding environment suddenly was dark.

In addition to the fire feathers under the pen, there is no other bright, this feeling is quite bad, and the soul of the faintness is broken.

There are more scared in the endless heart, but he is surprised to find that he can't stop.

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At this time, a little light point was in his eyebrow, the dark world is bright, and the ink is now coming in the light.

That kind of mysterious feeling disappeared, Lin Yun woke up and felt some cool intelligations on his mouth.

Reaching a hand, but the nosebleeds flowed out, suddenly flashing on the face, said: "What happened?"

In the scorpion of Mo Ling gem, it flashes, said: "You should know, the mental strength of Xuanshuo is much better than the ordinary martial arts."

"I know, I didn't draw a fantastic figure on weekdays, and my mental strength will gradually grow in overdraft.

This growth, seems to be unambiguous, but the sun is tired, but it is a step by step.

Lin Yun nodded and whispered.

He built its spirit in Mo Ling, and he had a deep feeling. In the first day, he draws a few hundred spiritual patterns to feel the head to fell.

Later, even if it was drawn thousands of second products, it was also a hand to come, it was easy.

The mental force is compared to the real yuan, although some are ethereal, but this is still quite obvious.

He looked at Mo Ling and waited for the other party to continue.

"The way of the spirit, the three-piece Xuanshi" really started, why do you say? Because the three , will open the Xuanqi, turn the invisible mental force into a tangible soul, and co-printed with Xuan Palace.

Mo Ling crispy sound, such as the cold spring water, the road.

Lin Yun Shen, point out the key, "This is the relationship with me.

"Draw three products, you can see it as a ritual, a ceremony that converts spiritual power into soul.

This ceremony is like a broken butterfly, and the bath is reborn.

However, the process is quite painful, and it will die in the.

In the Tianfu Academy, the second product Xuanshi is quite, but the three-piece Xuanshuo is less pitiful, and the reason is here.

Donned, Mo Ling light voice: "Generally, you will choose a simple three-piece spirit pattern to complete this ceremony.

Lin Yun looked up, Shen Wei said: "Select different levels of three-piece spirit pattern, condense the soul print, afraid that it is not good."

Just like cultivation, different levels of exercises, the promotion of Zifu, there must be strong points.

One of the Mo Ling brows, I heard this kind of saying, laughed: "You think so, although it is not all right, it is not big.

You first take a day, how to decide, I will come to you again tomorrow.

"The sister, let me try again."

Lin Yun is calm, looking into the ink.

"Are you sure? Promoting the three-product XIUN, only three opportunities

The look of Mo Ling gods and looked at him and did not agree.

Lin Yunnan: "I am sure.

The Decisive Mo Ling, seeing the look in Lin Yun's eyes, there is some hesitation for a while.

Half sound, after all, I promised to let him try.

I don't know why, or in Mo Ling's view, Lin Yun is indeed a miracle.

Because of his body, there is indeed many book disciples, there is no confidence and toughness.

After half an hour, Lin Yun, the rest, opened his eyes.

The color of the face is ruddy, the spirit of the loss is to restore the seven seven eight eight, and it is not as frightened like just now.

Spit out a long white °, Lin Yun slowly got up and reopened pen.

Its look is quite dignified, although the first failed, but for this three-piece spirit, he is very confident.

After waiting for the heart, Lin Yun ‰ ‰ ‰ ,,

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The pounds of the pounds accumulated in the middle of the mind, slowly, and his eyes flakes.

The pain before, once again showed it, Lin Yun bite immediately close to his teeth, calmly insisted.

The spirit of Lingxia Pen keeps and continues to draw a spirit.

With a little bit of the fire feathers, the spirit of the mind, the spirit, and the state of dispersed gradually gather together.

After half a ring, these floats are plentiful and condensed into a vortex.

Boom!

When this vortex condenses the formation, Lin Yun frankly felt, and there was a pain, spread to the limbs, and hurting the flesh as if it is not its own.

Breaking into a butterfly, I am afraid that it is really broken into a butterfly, which is more painful than this.

Lin Yunxia has poured a wi-color, and the spiritual efforts gathered into a whirlpool. This is the experience before.

In other words, he is more than the first progress, and the spirit will continue to support.

Xuanong prototype? Not far from the ink, the eyes suddenly flashed the color of the wi, and the progress is good.

The speed of the swirls moved, and suddenly, slow, very strange.

It can be seen in a strange rotation, but there is still a regularity, and there is a very mysterious rhythm.

Boom!

Suddenly, Lin Yunnish is a black, and the fire feathers of his drawn in the rolled pen, a little blurred.

Lin Yun only felt that the sky was turning, and the consciousness gradually blurred. The pain brought by the spiritual vortex is really unimaginable.

Is it evil, is it necessary to fail? Holding the hands of the spiritual pen, shaking is not limited, and the slings are marina.

Hey!

The throne of the fire feathers was slightly messy, and it gradually disappeared, Lin Yun had a blood spit out and sprinkled on a blank picture.

"To spread, Lin Yun, stop!"

It's been a lot of fire feathers that have not been formed in the painting volume, gradually loosen, and the ink is changing, and I am busy drinking.

While talking, in his hand, the silver iron fan is turned into a scream, and the ricinnut pens of Lin Yun will go, want to force interruption.

"Condense!

When the silver iron fan will be flying, Lin Yun is angry, and there is blood penetration, and it has manipulated his hands in the spirit of the pen, and burst into a sound.

The mental vortex condensed in the mind, the time is constant, the time is bound, and will condense to the limit he can withstand.

A strong spiritual fluctuations, exudes from Lin Yunzhi, and the air suddenly vibrates, just proliferate.

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Flying silver iron fans, instantly bombed back, Mo Ling hit the silver fan.

Looking at the face of pale, the eyes of the blood stains, soft whispered: "This guy is too embarrassed ..."

Its heart is deeply shocked, and I have forgotten to continue to stop.