His whole body felt as if he had been hit by a thunderbolt. Yuan Futu's head almost exploded, and his whole body was numb. The Xuan Ming knife continued to strike the broken fairy weapon while trembling, making a thumping sound.
This state lasted for half a stick of incense before it calmed down.
Yuan Futu's whole body was soaked with sweat. He breathed a long sigh of relief and secretly said in shock: "I didn't expect that it would be so difficult to just visualize the divine patterns with the power of the soul, let alone use a carving knife to mark them. This pair of divine souls
Even the realm power is a great test."
At this moment, he realized why it was so difficult to become a divine pattern master.
Yuan Futu did not feel timid because of this. He knew very well that in the earthly immortal world where resources were paramount, everything was decided by immortal stones, and becoming a divine rune master meant having countless immortal stones, so that he could open up his path to immortality.
Otherwise, it would really take a hundred thousand years to cultivate to the level of Gang Immortal. Just think about it and you will know how cruel it would be.
No matter which world he is in, whether it is gold, silver, spiritual stones or fairy stones, Yuan Futu is full of temptations. This is the most difficult thing for him to resist.
After reciting the "Tao Jing" silently several times, his soul stabilized again. Yuan Futu picked up the Xuan Ming Dao again, slowly closed his eyes, and visualized the simple divine pattern totem.
In an instant, that feeling came over again, like a catastrophe coming.
The divine pattern is derived from the pattern of the world, and the pattern of the world contains some secret meaning of the entire black and yellow world, and may even be a law, so it is very dangerous to use the soul to directly visualize it.
Yuan Futu gritted his teeth and clenched the Xuan Ming Dao with his right hand, pressing it hard on the broken sword body. A bright light blue light appeared on the blade, indicating that the world power was burning crazily.
And his soul is also going through a hellish test.
The two soul water droplets seemed to be evaporating as they vibrated violently, emitting thick smoke.
Fortunately, his soul power is much stronger than that of immortal cultivators of the same realm and has a solid foundation, so it is not exhausted so easily.
Tsk!
As the wrist moved, the Xuan Ming Dao moved extremely slowly on the immortal weapon, and the light cyan flame of world power burned in the shallow and curved line.
The shape of the spirit bone totem is like an ancient talisman. The strokes are very simple and can be completed with only three strokes.
However, when the first stroke was about to be completed, the damaged artifact suddenly made a muffled sound, and the Xuanming knife was stabbed directly in, causing a crack to appear on it.
Yuan Futu opened his eyes and let out a breath of turbid air. He looked at the crack and frowned: "Between visualizing the divine patterns, you must also carve the divine patterns and ensure the strength of your attack. Otherwise,
It will directly cause the immortal weapon to be damaged again... This is too difficult."
Anyway, this magical weapon was of no use anymore, so Yuan Futu didn't feel bad and tried again.
In a simple depiction, his world power and soul are consumed very quickly, but without the help of elixir, it takes several hours to recover after each failure. This process is repeated continuously, which also shows that this divine pattern
It also keeps failing.
It took Yuan Futu a full month to complete the first stroke. The second stroke took even longer. It was barely completed in the third month. As for the third stroke, half a year had passed.
Yuan Futu seems to be stuck in a bottleneck. It has been more than half a year since he carved the divine pattern. These three simple strokes can be barely carved on the immortal artifact, but when combined, they are completely different from the pattern he imagined in his mind.
The divine patterns are quite rigorous and full of artistry. The reasonable error allowed for the distance between each stroke is no more than one hair. Yuan Futu looked at the damaged immortal artifact that had become increasingly mottled and carved with the Xuanming knife.
There are more than a thousand traces, but none of the divine patterns can match what is visualized in the mind, which means that they cannot exert any effect at all.
No matter how strong Yuan Futu's willpower was, it was almost worn away in the process of more than half a year of failure. He put down the Xuan Ming Dao a little tiredly and lay down on the bone-cold ground. It should be the depth of winter at this time.
The cold wind blowing in from the cave entrance occasionally carries a few snowflakes.
Yuan Futu's expression was solemn. He had a strong enough reason to firmly believe in becoming a divine pattern master without any capital. He was simply the most perfect businessman, so he was extremely focused during the branding process, but this was almost perverted.
The threshold was harder to cross than he imagined.
But when it comes to talent, Yuan Futu, who used to work in the formation formation department, obviously has such talent. Although the formation formation is not as rigorous as the divine pattern, it is quite complex and full of mystery to draw the formation pattern.
Yuan Futu created a unique sword formation on this basis, so in terms of carving divine patterns, he is obviously much better than some rookies who don't know what to call it.
After pondering for a moment, Yuan Futu sat back in front of the case and picked up the Xuan Ming Dao again.
"It must succeed."
This was the confidence in his talent for formations in the past, and his determination to become a divine pattern master. Yuan Futu took a deep breath, with a ferocious look on his face, and visualized the divine pattern totem again in his mind, while holding the Xuan Ming
The right hand of the sword has already landed on the immortal weapon.
Thousands of times of practice have made his hand no longer tremble morbidly, and the blade seems to have a big mountain hanging on it, moving extremely slowly and heavily on the sword.
A straight and clear line appeared on the mottled immortal weapon, and the light cyan boundary power flame was burning spontaneously.
It took about half a stick of incense to complete the first stroke of the divine pattern totem. Yuan Futu tried his best to reduce the consumption of world power and soul power, otherwise he would not be able to complete a complete divine pattern in his current state.
Describe, even if it is the most rudimentary.
The second stroke took a stick of incense. The divine pattern visualized in Yuan Futu's mind was already a little blurry. If he was distracted and looked inside, he could see that most of the two soul drops had been consumed. As for the world power,
Not to mention.
At this moment, Yuan Futu reached an unprecedented level of concentration. The Xuan Ming Knife was as steady as a mountain in his hand, and he drew the last divine line.
This line goes from top to bottom, like a piercing sword blade. It is extremely sharp. Its charm is conveyed to the mind under the perception of the power of the soul. After practicing so many times, Yuan Futu has understood it well.
Using force on his wrist, the Xuan Ming Dao suddenly accelerated, and with a sudden sound it was drawn out on top of the immortal weapon. The flame of boundary power immediately extended out and hit the cave wall in front of him.