The Prodigies War

The dark gray brush was full of Lintian's blood, like a spirit, and began to outline along the deformity of the "strange pattern".

Hiss!

A mysterious line flows under the brush, like a dragon and snake galloping, like mercury pouring into the ground, bright red and full of unspeakable charm.

An ancient Yellow scroll, a strange pattern imprinted on the last page, and a dark gray seal pen like waking up from silence constitute a mysterious and frightening picture.

Lintian opened his eyes and looked at the scene, but he was unable to do anything.

His whole body seemed to be under control. The palm of his hand holding the seal pen was completely disobedient and arbitrarily sketched on the "strange pattern".

Lintian was shocked by such a strange thing for the first time.

He could judge that the reason for all this seemed to be related to the blood he had just coughed up.

It was because of that mouthful of blood that this dark gray seal pen woke up from the silence and made the "strange pattern" no longer as simple as the surface.

At this moment, the picture presented in front of us is like an invisible big hand controlling everything. Based on the ancient scroll, blood as ink and seal pen as guide, it is constantly improving the incomplete, dim, dense and messy "strange pattern".

Lintian could hardly believe his eyes because of such incredible scenes.

Just now, he thought he was very likely to die this time. Who ever thought that just because of his unintentional action, he would trigger such mysterious changes?

What does all this mean?

Before Lintian could understand, he suddenly felt that the blood around him was like being pulled by a strong force and rushed to his right palm.

At the moment, the dark gray seal pen in his palm suddenly released a swallowing force, and continuously absorbed Lintian's blood through the skin between his palms.

Gurgle~~

Lintian could even hear his own blood pouring into the dark gray seal pen like gurgling water.

"Damn it!"

Lintian was anxious. The continuous flow of blood would only speed up the progress of death. If it was not stopped, he would die on the spot because of excessive blood loss!

Lintian struggled wildly, but he couldn't move at all. The dark gray seal pen was like an unshakable mountain, absorbing his blood, and then waving the brush to write the next red track on the "strange pattern".

Lintian's face became paler and paler, and his lips were purple. The whole man seemed to lose his vitality and showed signs of decay.

How did this happen?

Does this pen have to repair and perfect this "strange pattern" at the cost of its own life?

Lintian was bitter in his heart. He thought that this book left by Mr. Lu could help him change his life against heaven and reborn from nirvana. Who had thought of it, but all this wanted to kill him!

Lintian, who was sitting in front of the desk, was like a puppet being manipulated. He held a seal pen in his right palm and kept sketching on the last page of that ancient book.

The atmosphere was quiet.

But Lintian could not make any sound. His face became paler and paler, his breath became weaker and weaker, and his consciousness became more and more blurred

He can't stop all this. Maybe he has to wait to die.

Lintian never thought that he had just arrived at the Obsidian Empire, had just been in Feiyun village, and was just ready to practice hard, but the shadow of death began to come.

This is life?

Inexplicably, Lintian remembered the amazing pictures he had just seen, and his mind seemed to echo a long sigh of the majestic figure - "time is not with me!"

Then Lintian was black and completely lost consciousness.

Late at night, the stars poured from the window, and the mountains in the distance were vast and lonely.

The thin young man lay on the desk with no breath, and his right palm was dragged by the dark gray seal pen and constantly outlined on the last page of the ancient book

I don't know how long later, the dark gray Zhuan pen suddenly gave a sudden meal. On the pen like a sword, a series of dazzling golden flames suddenly floated out, illuminating the whole dark room.

Then, the whole seal pen burned and disappeared into the strange pattern on the last page of the mysterious book.

Buzz!

A strange wave surged up from the book, and an obscure voice floated like the sound of nature.

However, in just a moment, the ancient book turned into a light, poured into Lintian's unconscious body and disappeared.

At the same time, over the vast 3000 mountains, in the dark night, the bright stars hang in the sky forever, circulating along the eternal track.

However, just as the mysterious ancient book disappeared, an unspeakable invisible ripple suddenly appeared in the night sky, like a wave plate spreading layer by layer in the sky.

In an instant, hundreds of millions of stars in the sky trembled like a shock, and then flashed away and recovered as before. If you don't observe carefully, you can't find such a scene at all.

……

The same night, the Obsidian empire.

On the outskirts of the imperial capital, at the top of the 9900 foot high star viewing platform, the night wind is chilly and roaring like a dragon. This is the tallest building in the imperial capital. From here, you can have a panoramic view of the whole imperial capital.

At this time, the night was deep, and an old man in black stood alone on the stargazing platform. His white hair and body were bent, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

This old man is the "celestial sacrifice" of the Empire, an old man who enjoys a transcendent position and wisdom in the Obsidian empire.

It is said that the "celestial sacrifice" has lived for a long time. When the founding emperor first ascended the throne, the old man was the only owner of the "star viewing platform".

As in many days before, the old man came to the top of the observatory alone as usual tonight.

But today, he did not meditate and meditate as usual, nor did he go to watch the stars. He just stood quietly in front of the railing and looked at the prosperous red dust covered by the night in the distance. He was silent and speechless, which seemed a little abnormal.

"Sure enough, a vision will come tonight!"

For a long time, the old man seemed to feel something. He raised his head, flashed a bright luster in his eyes with the breath of vicissitudes, and looked at the night sky far away.

But just for a moment, the old man frowned and murmured, "why is it missing again? It's impossible. The sky will drop a vision in the world. There must be signs, or hidden in the changes of the wind and clouds, or hidden in the circulation of stars and stars, or foreign disasters, or auspicious lights emerge..."

"But why, the vision of tonight is gone? Is it my mistake?"

In the cold wind, the old man's white hair was waving, and a rare dignified look appeared on his old face like a gully.

He knew that something must have happened tonight, but he couldn't observe it in detail with his own strength.

Such an abnormal situation has hardly happened in recent years.

No matter how old the old man is, he is still a celestial sacrifice! It is the existence of the Obsidian empire that even the royal family must fear three points!

It's hard for even the celestial sacrifice to see a vision. The meaning it represents is enough to shock the world.

After pondering for a long time, the old man suddenly sighed, turned and walked down the observatory.

That night, a Fuzhao from the "celestial sacrifice" of the star viewing platform was sent to the imperial study in the palace for the first time, and even the great emperor, who had already rested, was disturbed.

The Fu Zhao wrote: "there is a strange phenomenon coming to the 3000 mountains in the southwest border of the Empire. This strange phenomenon is mysterious and unpredictable. With my strength, I can't spy on its mystery. I'm afraid that a peerless treasure will appear. I hope your majesty will treat it carefully."

Peerless treasure!

I'm afraid he didn't even think of "Heaven sacrifice", because the four words he used made the southwest border of the Empire suddenly enter the vision of the highest level of the imperial capital, which caused a big storm in the future.

……

Lintian was awakened by a chicken crow. When he opened his eyes, his consciousness was in a trance.

Not dead?

Lintian raised his body on the desk and noticed that it was already dawn, and a touch of dawn came from the window and shed warm light.

It's not dead!

Lintian took a deep breath and felt the air around him. Finally, he was sure that he was still alive.

He hurriedly checked his body and found that his Qi and blood were vigorous and his Qi machine was accessible. There was no trace of injury, as if everything he encountered last night was just a dream.

Lintian knew that this was definitely not a dream!

Last night, he clearly remembered that his vitality was passing away, he was on the verge of death, his blood was out of control, and he was constantly absorbed by the dark gray seal pen... And so on!

What about the seal pen?

Lintian was suddenly stunned. He looked around the reading table and found that not only the dark gray seal pen, but also the ancient book was missing.

Lintian was shocked and quickly got up to look for it. It was the most precious treasure left by Mr. Lu. How could he lose it in his own hands?

But Lintian almost searched the room and didn't find the two treasures. Lintian frowned and became more and more anxious.

Did someone steal them in the dark?

Lintian was not sure. At that moment, he suddenly noticed that there was an extra door in his empty sea of knowledge!

It was indeed a door, bright red and bright, as if soaked from blood water. The surface of the door was engraved with a pair of dense and complex mysterious patterns.

Looking carefully, the pattern was filled with the ancient and boundless atmosphere. Just looking at the pattern, Lintian felt vaguely familiar.

It's the "weird pattern" branded on the last page of the book!

Suddenly, Lintian remembered that the pattern engraved on the door was somewhat similar to the "strange pattern" he had seen.

But compared with it, the "pattern" on this portal is no longer incomplete, showing a sense of perfection over and over again.

This door is quietly suspended in the empty sea of knowledge, unspeakable mystery.

Lintian's face suddenly became strange, and an uncontrollable thought came into his mind. Did the disappearance of the book and seal pen have something to do with the sudden door?

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