Outside Su Ming's House of Tears, the old man in the sky was shaping the earth with equal energy. His expression became more solemn, and in the end, he even showed a hint of shock.
"Snow pattern... Sima Xin's wild pattern back then was the snow pattern. This cold snow pattern once made the sky cold and was extremely suitable for practicing the wood method of Tianhan Sect!
Unexpectedly, I saw the same snow pattern as Sima Xin again! [Baidu Qiuzhenba quick update, Ergen Book Fans official yy:3943] "The old man took a deep breath, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.
"What a blood-coagulation Dzogchen, you can clearly feel two completely different wild patterns. You gave up the fire moon, and now this cold snow pattern... It should be in line with your state of mind.
However, it can be seen from Sima Xin's body that the pattern of cold snow is the ultimate ridge of ice, and it is the knowledge of no one who can depend on oneself and desires without relying on anything... Is this what you will choose..." The old man looked at the whistle solemnly.
Looking at the earth, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything, and he saw in the House of Tears deep in the mountains, sitting cross-legged, with his whole body covered in cold mold... a sad man.
"If he gives up knowing... again, unless he can feel the third barbaric pattern, otherwise he will just hastily choose a pattern that does not suit him. If he still doesn't choose, his cultivation will be permanently solidified here.
At this time, you can't climb..." There was a trace of worry on the old man's face. He had a very deep understanding of barbarian patterns. In the history of the barbarians, there have been some people who were not talented in barbarian patterns, but these people, without exception,
All of them are unable to improve their cultivation level and will stop in their lifetime.
Without talent and barbarian patterns, they are not considered true barbarians!
"He probably won't give up again..." While the old man was talking to himself, his expression suddenly changed.
In the deep mountains of the earth, in the Palace of Tears, Su Mingqi, who was sitting cross-legged, had only one sentence echoing in his inner world.
"Put it in the mirror, and when you turn around, don't take it away..." Su Ming whistled. He shaped the ice mirror around his eyes, looked at the ice flowers inside, and looked at the man Bai Yong behind the ice flowers.
"Can I put this matter in the mirror and not take it away..." Su Ming's face showed pity and he sighed again.
"I've already missed an appointment once..."
"We can't throw away this memory and the excitement of our youth... If we do that, even if I can get this cold snow pattern, I will still be me..." Su Ming closed his eyes.
"What a beautiful pattern of opening the dust. I never thought that Mo Xiang, the pattern of opening the dust, could actually be transformed into something like this, the moon in the water, the spider in the mirror...
These are all illusions, none of them are real! All of this is just a mirror, and after all, it is not my choice!" Su Ming opened his eyes.
"Jing Hua Shui Yue...I don't want it!" The moment Su Ming said these words, a large number of cracks appeared in the ice realm in front of him. Under the sound of leaves and leaves, it suddenly collapsed into countless fragments, along with other
The ice flower inside, as well as Bai Yong's figure, seemed to have been split into several parts, existing in each fragment, and scattered on Su Ming's face.
"Stupid!" Suisui, the old man in the sky, said after seeing this, but he did not try to stop Su Ming when he gave up the barbarian pattern for the first time. Instead, he watched Su Ming do it.
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"But you have enough courage! Your character meets the requirements of my brother. If you can really figure out the third barbaric pattern, then even if you are not my brother and cannot pass my test, I will
Send you to the Tianhan Sect!" The old man silently shaped the earth, waiting for the third barbaric pattern that even he didn't know whether it would appear!
Time flowed in timidly, and soon it was night. However, on this day of darkness, the whole sky was filled with blue light and blood light, creating a strange scene in the temple.
She went up to the Palace of Tears. Su Ming's body was no longer cold and the cold weather had dissipated. There was no trace of ice or cold air on the rock walls of the Palace of Tears. The entire mountain range was back to normal, both inside and outside.
"Isn't it possible..." The old man in the sky sighed after waiting for a long time.
But he did not leave, but continued to wait in mid-air, timidly. The night passed, and when the sky became bright, Su Ming, who was in the Tea House deep in the mountains, was still sitting cross-legged, motionless, and then
Jihao, who has no talent, can't imagine that the appearance of wild patterns is like a simple deep sleep.
"He gave up the Fire Moon, which means that the tribe he grew up in was not practicing fire. Because it was different, he didn't want to, so he didn't choose it. This matter can be done by those who can do it. This is to value family kindness."
"He gave up the cold pattern and didn't want to be helpless. He didn't want to be cold, which shows that he relied heavily..."
"But the more such a person is, the less suitable he is for practicing my techniques and inheritance. He can't do evil... he can't do... Dianxia, test, actually no longer needed." Three days later, the old man sighed.
He gave her a deep look, and did not wait any longer. He knew in his heart that although the time for Qi Chen was long and short, once he woke up from the dream, it would mean the end.
At this moment, he sensed Su Ming in the House of Tears and opened his eyes.
"If you choose Tianhan, I will open it then..." The old man said to himself, with regrets and something to borrow, and walked towards the distance. His back was just a lone candle, and as he went further,
As time passed, the blue light and blood light here also gradually became illusory, and eventually they were lost together with the stone statue with its eyes closed.
"Failed... In the House of Tears, Su Ming opened his eyes, [Baidu Qiu Mo Bar quick update, Ergen Shufan official yy: 3943] looked at Yan Pi in front of him, and whispered softly, it was dark and quiet all around, here, Cong Dan
In the silence, Su Ming raised his head.
His expression was calm, neither regretful nor fluctuating. Instead, he silently asked himself in the darkness whether it was worth giving up two powerful barbaric patterns.
"Huo Yue, who is different from my tribe, asked me to change my tribe. From now on, I will no longer be a member of the Wushan tribe, but become a fire barbarian... I don't want to do this."
"Han Xue, asked me to put all my emotions in the mirror and turn around and never take them away. I can't do this. In this case, there is no regret.
"Su Ming could feel that as he gave up the unimaginable barbaric pattern twice in a row, his Kaichen cultivation seemed to have lost its vitality and was beginning to decline.
"What is a pattern...Su Ming didn't care about the decline of his cultivation, but looked up at the dark rock wall above, whistle.
"Patterns are an expression of one's own heart, a unique state of knowledge that only belongs to oneself..." This is what his grandfather once said to him back then, and it is a testimony that Su Ming has always remembered.
"Why don't you think about Man Wen Lei..." Su Ming smiled.
His smile was very faint, but in that faint smile, there was just a hint of awareness that no outsider could achieve at this moment.
"Because people in this world often don't know that they are the only ones. They don't know every heart of their own. They need to stop thinking about it and feel their own heart...,
The so-called barbaric pattern is actually a kind of self-questioning! "Su Ming's eyes were calm and did not waver, but they gradually became deeper.
"I asked myself, so I discovered Fire Moon and Han Spider..., but these are just mirror flowers and water moon. Even if I ask myself and get it, it may not be what I really want." Su Ming raised his right hand.
Put it in front of your face.
He shaped his right hand, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.
"Resilience, it was because of Mo Xiangziran this time that I really knew what kind of tattoo I wanted..." Su Ming smiled and put the tip of the food nib on his right hand to his mouth.
He bit the side and secreted blood. The blood was very sticky and contained the dust-removing power in Su Ming's body at this moment.
Under the condensation of this dust-opening power, this blood belongs to wild blood!
"Draw wild lines with wild blood..." Su Ming's hand didn't bother him at all. He touched the center of his eyebrows and drew the first stroke of wild lines in his life!
It was a shocking bloody mark, starting from the center of his eyebrows, crossing the tip of his nose, crossing his lips, and directly connecting with his chin.
If the barbaric pattern is carved, it will trigger the reaction of the dust-opening power in the body, and there will be a scene like a large area of skin with red mist, but now, it does not appear.
"My pattern is the rest of my will..." Su Ming's eyes became brighter and brighter. In the depths of his pupils, there seemed to be some pictures. Those pictures were deeply imprinted in his belly and he would never forget them for the rest of his life.
He lifted his right hand and drew another stroke on his face, past his left eye. But under this stroke, the dust-opening power in his body remained calm and not aroused.
"It is not obtained from Mo Xiang, but after giving up Mo Xiang, it is confirmed..." Su Ming whistled, closed his eyes, and drew the third stroke on his face. At this moment, it was only three strokes.
There was a bloody plague, but it was difficult to tell what he was drawing. Perhaps, only the picture that existed in his closed pupils at this moment could clearly reveal the wild lines that Su Ming wanted to draw.
"It's not the Moon of Fire!" Su Ming drew the fourth stroke, the fifth stroke,
"It's not icy snow!" On his face, those bloodstains looked a little confused. Although there were many, they were always missing the fragments that connected them all winter long. It was impossible to tell what the scene was.
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"It knows..." Su Ming didn't know how many strokes he had drawn. At this moment, he took a meal with his right hand. The moment he opened his eyes timidly, his hand passed over the chaotic blood plague, like a forest.
Like a finishing touch, these blood epidemics are completely connected together, forming a mountain with five peaks!
Wufeng, Wushan!
When the Black Mountain Pattern appeared, the dust-opening power in Su Ming's body was activated, causing his whole body to be filled with a large amount of red mist. This mist rushed into the Five Peaks Pattern.
Inside, it makes this Wushan look like the real thing!
If Tian Xie had not gone away, he would definitely sigh after seeing this pattern. This is the mountain pattern, which is the most common type of barbaric pattern... But similarly, after sighing, he would definitely take a breath,
The sigh turned into shock. This shock was even enough to surpass what he had experienced by Su Ming's fire moon and cold snow pattern several times before, making him almost unbelievable!
The patterns of barbaric patterns are very simple. They can draw two kinds of things and the detection is complicated. It can be like entering...
Su Ming's long shirt was open, and his right hand did not pause after drawing Wushan. Instead, it was on his chest. In his eyes, softness and recollection were revealed. Gradually, stroke by stroke, he drew