The Prodigies War

The bright red blood beads fell on the paper and a red halo appeared.

Buzzing~

Suddenly, Lintian felt a flower in front of him and was in a trance, as if he were in another world.

The sky is high and broad, with picturesque mountains and rivers. A majestic figure stands alone on the top of the mountains. He carries his back with his hands and looks over the green sky.

The mountain wind roared and blew his clothes and hair, setting off his independence as if he were going to go home in the wind.

Boom!

Suddenly, the figure moved. With a wave of his big sleeve, the rosy clouds in the sky turned into a bright column of light, rushed up into the sky, broke through the dark sky and crashed into the vast void outside the world.

Thump~

There was nothing in the void of the universe, but with this light column, it forcibly broke a door like a vortex!

The whirlpool is like an abyss swallowing the starry sky. It is deep and terrible, and rotates wildly. The terrible force released tears the surrounding void into distortion and fragmentation, which is extremely frightening.

We can clearly see that countless stars are pulled over and worship like the stars. With the continuous rotation and roaring of the vortex, they make a rumbling sound, and perform a shocking picture in the universal void above the dark.

With one blow, it will break the green world, shake the world and open the door of nothingness!

If it weren't for what I saw with my own eyes, who would dare believe that someone in the world can produce such great power with the power of a wave of his sleeve?

Lintian was shocked. This was the second time he saw such a terrible scene. The first time was when he escaped from the prison in the mine, he saw an old and mysterious hand holding hundreds of millions of purple fire, covering the sky and the earth, with the power of destroying the sky and the earth.

At that time, Lin Xun knew that the power of the cultivator was so powerful, which made him more determined to practice.

However, compared with the scene in front of us, the big hand falling from the sky seems to be much inferior.

Boom!

Before Lin could recover his mind, he felt a loud noise in his ear, which shook his Qi and blood, made his mind tremble, and made him want to cough up blood.

At this time, he suddenly saw that a huge animal claw suddenly appeared in the depths of the open door like a whirlpool outside the world, tore up the void and poked down from the green hell.

The beast's claws are too big. The mountains in the world are like insignificant gravel in front of it. The claws are covered with cold scales and release fierce and majestic power.

"The door of the stars has been opened by me. Who in the world can stop me from stepping on the eternal star road? Get out!"

In the cold hum, I saw the majestic figure standing proudly on the top of the mountains. With a flick of his fingers, a touch of light suddenly appeared.

Lin XunGen didn't see clearly. The terrible and huge animal claw had disappeared. He could only see the torrent of blood pouring down and pouring the earth in the world. It was red and seeping!

But it wasn't over yet. Before long, the "gate of stars" opened in the void of the world suddenly burst out of a magnificent figure.

The figure is so dazzling, like the scorching sun. It seems to be burning. It can illuminate the heaven and earth in the world, which is extremely sacred.

"Star Road God general? Hahaha, in order to hinder me from seeking the way, even the God general sent out. What a big hand!"

On the top of the mountains, the majestic figure roared, heroic and uninhibited, with an arrogant spirit that does not regard the heroes of the world in the eyes.

Lintian was shocked by the sound, and his blood was disordered. His thin body could not help shaking violently. Although he was strong enough to resist it, he was confused and buzzing in his mind and could not see anything.

It's like having a nightmare, but I can't wake up from it anyway.

Lintian didn't know how long later, in a trance, he saw that the dome was broken like a cobweb, exposing black holes one after another, and the dazzling flame was like a falling meteor swarm, constantly coming to the world from outside, incinerating mountains and rivers and destroying the earth.

This is an apocalyptic scene. The sky has fallen, and the fire of destruction is like the tide, which makes the world fall into the furnace of chaos, devastated and ruined.

Landslide.

tsunami.

The vegetation turns to ash.

All souls are extinct!

It seems that the end is really coming.

Only on the top of that mountain, the majestic figure stood alone and looked at all this silently, with a bleak and lonely smell.

For a long time, a long sigh resounded through the world - "time is not with me!"

Lintian seemed to be infected by this feeling of despair.

Just then, next to the majestic figure, there was an additional bronze coffin, ten feet long, with countless dense mysterious patterns engraved on the surface.

Xiongjun came forward and opened the bronze coffin.

Just when Lintian thought the man was going to bury himself, he saw the man take out a book and a pen and throw it into the bronze coffin, then put the whole bronze coffin on his shoulder and strode away.

Lintian's eyes suddenly narrowed and he was surprised to find that the book was the treasure Mr. Lu left him!

Shua!

Almost at the same time, the majestic figure who had taken a big step seemed to notice something, suddenly stopped and looked back.

It's just a look back, but the eyes are like shuttling through the boundless time and space and years.

At that moment, Lintian was struck by lightning, and there was a roar in the depths of his soul. The pictures he saw just now were like broken glass.

At the same time, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and a touch of blue and white appeared on his pale and childish face.

His whole body trembled violently, and he felt that his soul would be torn inch by inch, with an indescribable sense of pain.

It felt so strong that it seemed as if it would die the next moment.

It was only because he had just dropped a bead of blood on the last page of that mysterious book.

At this time, the volume on the desk is still turned on the last page, and the dark gray seal pen is quietly placed next to it.

Lin Xun just coughed up a mouthful of blood and accidentally smeared it on the last page of the book. It was red and messy.

But Lintian could not care about these at this time. He could feel that his Qi was weakening rapidly and his soul was about to collapse. It seemed that he would die soon.

Why is that?

Lintian was so upset that Mr. Lu told him that there was an amazing secret in this book and pen. If it could be solved, even if he was taken away from his "original spiritual pulse", he could change his life against the sky and be reborn from nirvana.

But Lintian didn't expect that such changes would happen when he began to try to crack the secret.

He saw incredible scenes, the terrorist means of the majestic figure attacking the "gate of stars", the sinking of heaven and earth, the burning of all things, and the tragic scene of the end of the day

But because of this, his Qi and blood all over his body were in disorder. If his soul was struck by lightning, he could no longer control the passage of Qi around him.

Why on earth is this?

Will everyone who sees all this be unable to escape the doom of death?

no

Mr. Lu must have seen this, and since Mr. Lu can survive, why can't I?

Thinking of this, Lintian suddenly understood why he was in such a "dying" state. Everything came from his poor cultivation and poor body endurance.

In fact, just as Lintian speculated, in the past years, everyone who obtained this book was a powerful existence of the first class in the world, with divine power and transcendence from the secular world.

People like this will not let their mind suffer too much when they see that shocking picture.

When the young man suffered from the same shock, he could not erase the serious wounds in his body.

Had it not been for his amazing perseverance, I'm afraid he would have been unable to support it.

But even if he is still alive, he is not far from death

Lintian didn't panic. The habit he had formed since childhood made him calm down quickly, but it was also calm thinking that made him judge that with his current means, he was unable to stop the passage of vitality.

What should I do?

Lintian's eyes fell on the last page of the book. Seeing that the "strange pattern" on the page was dyed red by his own blood, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

This "weird pattern" is really not like holy stripe. It is incomplete, dim, messy and dense. It is difficult to describe its "weird" in specific words.

The scenes I saw just now can't be deduced from this "weird pattern"?

Lintian didn't know what was wrong with him. He was on the verge of death, but his mind was still pulled by this strange pattern.

"If this pattern is really an incomplete holy stripe that you don't know at all, who drew it in those years?"

Lintian thought of that majestic figure which was independent of the mountains, and then his eyes fell on the dark gray seal pen on the side of the desk.

Did you use this seal pen when drawing this "weird pattern"?

I don't know whether it was a whim or a flash of inspiration. Lintian raised his hand and grabbed the dark gray seal pen, took a deep breath, endured the pain and discomfort all over him, raised the brush and fell on the "strange pattern".

The pen is like a blade, dull and dull, showing a gray and black color. When it falls on the "strange pattern", it does not produce anything worthy of attention.

Just when Lintian was slightly disappointed, his eyes suddenly shrunk, but he saw the blood on the page. At the moment, he wriggled and was quietly absorbed by the dark gray pen in his palm

Qiang!

A clear chant, like a sword hidden in the abyss, suddenly came out of its scabbard after a long silence.

Lintian felt stiff and was controlled by an irresistible invisible force, but he couldn't move any more.

The dark gray seal pen held in the right hand seems to be alive now. The pen body is filled with mysterious and obscure luster. It pulls its wrists and five fingers and begins to write and outline on that "weird pattern"