The seven-profound step unfolded, and Lin Yun who dared to stop Mo Ling before the other party went out.
Seeing the expression on the other person's face, he smiled helplessly, but saw that Mo Ling's beautiful face had no intention of being angry and had a relaxed expression.
Obviously, the so-called farewell was just a joke with him.
"Remember?"
Mo Ling reached out and twisted her delicate silver iron fan, revealing her snow-white wrist like lotus roots, and said softly.
"Remember it."
Lin Yun knew that the other party was playing tricks with him, but the third-grade Xuan Master was of great significance to him.
It is much more important than Xuanyinhua. Now I can only pinch my nose and give in for the time being.
"Very good, then let's show me the picture of the Fire Phoenix Liaoyuan I learned six days ago. Let me see if you really remember it."
“It’s here?”
"Yes, that's right."
In the courtyard, Lin Yun took out the spiritual pen and a blank banner scroll, and started to write after a moment of recollection.
It's only a few days, and he won't forget it.
Besides, he has always been remembering and is even more impossible to forget the spiritual maps he has drawn.
Looking back, this picture of Fire Phoenix Liaoyuan is the second only to the picture of Tiger Sniffing Rose in his life. I still remember that when the nine scrolls were pieced together, the fire Phoenix in the painting was radiant and bright, like a living thing.
, as if you are about to jump out of the scroll at any time.
Mo Ling put away the silver iron fan in his hand and looked at it carefully. He saw Lin Yun's handsome face, clear water horns, and bright light flashing from time to time in his dark eyes.
The spiritual patterns slowly appeared under his flowing brushwork.
Those spiritual patterns, either as thick as a mountain, or elegant and timeless, sometimes contain extremely violent power, shining on the tip of the pen.
The Fire Phoenix Liaoyuan Picture ranks among the top ten in the entire third-grade spiritual picture. If it is just about lethality, it can even be ranked in the top five.
Looking at the entire Tianfu Academy, there are very few elders who can draw this picture. As for the disciples, Mo Ling is the only one who can show it.
After two full hours, Lin Yun let out a long breath and bloodshot in his eyes.
Sweat dripped from his forehead, his face looked a little pale, and his fatigue was revealed.
With his current spiritual patterns, it is still a bit difficult to draw this picture of Fire Phoenix Liaoyuan.
When nine three-meter-long scrolls were pieced together, a vast scroll appeared in front of the two of them. The fire phoenix in the painting flashed with its eyes and its wings were surrounded by a faint light, which looked like it was
Very powerful.
Unfortunately, the final important tail was missing seven feathers.
It cannot be compared with Mo Ling's complete picture of Fire Phoenix Liaoyuan. This is a dead thing.
"Senior sister, please check it out."
Lin Yun shook his head, not very satisfied.
Mo Ling was speechless and incredibly ecstatic. After a long time, she sighed: "Your spiritual pattern attainment is really terrible. It is hard to imagine what level you will reach if you pursue this path. I am afraid it will take less than two years.
, you can surpass me."
This kind of praise made Lin Yun a little uncomfortable, so he had to whisper: "If you want to say this, it is better for the senior sister to teach you."
Mo Ling smiled on his cold face and pondered: "There are seven feathers left in this picture, each feather is a third-grade spiritual pattern. But in fact, these seven spiritual patterns are all
The same spiritual pattern is called Fire Feather.”
Lin Yun thought to himself: "In other words, I just need to learn the fire feather spiritual pattern to draw the Fire Phoenix Liaoyuan Spiritual Map?"
"The words are correct, but it's not that simple. Just try it out."
Mo Ling unfolded the folding fan and swept it casually, and nine scrolls fell to the side.
She unfolded a blank scroll again on the stone table, and without saying much, she drew a fire feather pattern in it.
On the blank scroll, there is no surprise that the fire feather patterns exist alone.
Lin Yun saw the other party's drawing techniques and processes clearly, and no steps were missed.
“It doesn’t seem very difficult.”
Lin Yun took the spiritual pattern brush and drew these third-grade spiritual pattern fire feather patterns on another scroll again.
Although the third-grade spiritual patterns are complicated, they are quite difficult to write for others. However, Lin Yun never forgets them after seeing them. If he just copied them, it would not be too difficult.
But before he could draw it, Lin Yun's face became quite ugly. He felt that some kind of power was gathering in his mind bit by bit. With his pen, his headache was split, as if he was about to explode.
That pain was many times more cruel than the one he had before overdrawing his mental power to draw spiritual patterns.
In a trance, he felt dizzy and the surrounding environment suddenly turned dark.
Except for the fire feather pattern in the pen, there is no other light. This feeling is quite bad, and the soul is slightly shattered.
There was a hint of fear in his heart for no reason, but he was surprised to find that he could not stop.
call out!
At this moment, a bright light spot was at his forehead, and the dark world was shining brightly, and Mo Ling appeared in the light.
The mysterious feeling disappeared, Lin Yun woke up and felt a little chill on his mouth. He reached out and wiped his hand, but blood flowed out of his nose. A strange color flashed across his face and said, "What's wrong with me?"
In the agile eyes that were as smart as the jewel, there was a flash of spiritual light and said, "You should know that Master Xuan's mental power is much stronger than ordinary warriors."
"I know this. If you don't draw a spiritual map on weekdays, your mental power will gradually grow in overdrawn. This kind of growth seems not obvious, but over time, it will leave ordinary people behind step by step."
Lin Yun nodded and said softly.
He practiced spiritual patterns under Mo Ling, and had a deep feeling about it. He drew hundreds of spiritual patterns on the first day and felt like his head was about to explode.
Later, even if I drew thousands of second-grade spiritual patterns, I could easily get it and feel free.
Although his mental power is a bit ethereal than true energy, this kind of progress is still quite obvious.
He looked at Mo Ling and waited for the other party to continue talking.
"The way of spiritual patterns is just now that the third-grade Xuan Master has truly entered the way. Why do you say so? Because the third-grade Xuan Master will open up the Xuan Palace, convert the invisible spiritual power into tangible soul power, and condense the soul seal with the Xuan Palace."
Mo Ling’s crisp and pleasant sound is like the cold spring water in the mountain stream, telling it in a leisurely manner.
Lin Yun pondered for a moment and pointed out the key point, "What does this have to do with me drawing the fire feather pattern?"
"Drawing a third-grade spiritual pattern can be regarded as a ritual, a ritual that converts mental power into soul power. This ritual is like breaking out of a cocoon and becoming a butterfly, reborn in the fire. However, the process is quite painful, and it doesn't matter.
If you are careful, you will die in a cocoon. There are quite a few second-grade Xuan Masters in Tianfu Academy, but there are very few third-grade Xuan Masters, so this is the reason.”
After a pause, Mo Ling whispered: "Generally speaking, we will choose a simpler third-grade spiritual pattern to complete this ritual."
Lin Yun looked up and pondered: "Choose the third-grade spiritual patterns of different levels and condensed soul seals, which are of different qualities. Just like practicing, different levels of martial arts, and being promoted to the Purple Mansion, there must be strengths and weaknesses.
point."
Mo Ling raised his eyebrows, and for the first time he heard this statement, he smiled and said, "You think so, although it is not entirely correct, it is not very different. You should take a day off first, how to make a decision? I will come to you tomorrow."
"Senior sister, let me try again."
Lin Yun looked calm and looked at Mo Ling.
"Are you sure? There are only three chances to be promoted to the third-grade Xuanshi. Once all of them fail, you will not be promoted to the third-grade Xuanshi for the rest of your life."
Mo Ling looked at him with a serious expression, disagreed.
Lin Yun nodded and said, "I'm sure."
.”
Mo Ling, who had always been decisive, felt a little hesitant when he saw the expression in Lin Yun's eyes.
After a while, he finally agreed to let him give it a try.
I don’t know why, or in Mo Ling’s opinion, Lin Yun was indeed able to create miracles. Because there were indeed many academy disciples on him, but they were not confident and tenacious.
Half an hour later, Lin Yun, who had finished breathing adjustment, opened his eyes.
His face was much rosy, and his energy was lost, but he had recovered from all the time, and he was no longer as scary as before.
After spitting out a long breath of white air, Lin Yun slowly stood up and held the pen again.
His expression was quite solemn. Although he failed the first time, he seemed particularly confident about drawing the third-grade spiritual pattern this time.
After calming down, the spiritual pen in Lin Yun's hand slowly moved.
Buzz!
The tremendous spiritual power accumulated in his mind slowly moved, and the light flashed in his eyes. The pain he had experienced before appeared again. Lin Yun gritted his teeth and persisted calmly.
The spiritual pattern brush in my hand continues to draw spiritual patterns.
With the appearance of the fire feather pattern little by little, the mental power in my mind gathered in a vast and scattered state gradually gathered together.
After a while, these floating mental powers condensed into a whirlpool.
boom!
When the vortex condensed and formed, Lin Yun trembled all over. The pain spread to his limbs and bones, and the pain seemed to be different from his own body.
If you break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, you may be a hundred times more painful than this.
A hint of joy came out of Lin Yun's eyes, and his mental power gathered into a whirlpool, which was an experience I had never had before.
In other words, he has made much better than the first time, and he is ready to keep up with him now.
The prototype of Xuan Palace?
Mo Ling, who was not far away, suddenly had a look of surprise in his eyes, and he made great progress.
The speed of the vortex rotating was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, very strange. However, in the seemingly strange rotation, there was still a regular pattern to follow, and there was a very mysterious rhythm.
boom!
Suddenly, Lin Yun's eyes turned black, and the fire feather patterns he drew under the spiritual patterns in the scroll became blurred bit by bit.
Lin Yun felt the sky was spinning, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. The pain caused by the rotation of the spiritual vortex was really beyond imagination.
Damn, is it going to fail?
The hand holding the spiritual pen trembled continuously, and the marks of the pen fell into chaos.
Puchi!
The veins of the fire feather pattern were a little messy and gradually became disintegrating. Lin Yun vomited blood and sprinkled all on the blank scroll.
"It's going to disperse, Lin Yun, stop quickly!"
Seeing the unformed fire feather patterns in the scroll gradually loosened, Mo Ling's expression mutiny and shouted loudly.
While speaking, the silver iron fan in his hand turned into a stream of light like a terrifying geese, flying towards Lin Yun's spiritual pen, trying to interrupt forcibly.
"Change!"
But just as the silver iron fan was about to fly, Lin Yun's eyes widened and blood penetrated. He controlled the spiritual pen in his hand and shouted fiercely.
The spiritual vortex condensed in his mind suddenly collapsed and faintly condensed to the limit he could bear. A stream of powerful mental fluctuations emanated from Lin Yun's body, and the air suddenly vibrated, just like
It spreads out like ripples.
clang!
The silver iron fan that flew in is instantly bounced back. Mo Ling waved his hand and held the silver fan tightly. Looking at Lin Yun, who was pale and covered in blood on the corners of his eyes, he murmured softly: "This guy is so cruel..."
He was deeply shocked and forgot to continue to take action to stop him.