Only those who can build the secret magic array by themselves can fully understand the information of this secret magic.
Only then can one truly master the secret method and open the way to the next level of secret method.
In the soul, a mysterious soul glow constructs a three-dimensional model.
Its shape is like an eight-sided pyramid structure, with densely packed electronic circuit-like structures inside.
The entire structure is filled with countless basic structures, which are combined with each other to finally form the model of the secret black wind.
However, it is only one level. There are many protrusions on the edge of the octagonal body, as if it has been cut off by some force.
"This structure seems to have an extension, that is to say."
"The second level of this secret method, and even the later parts, must be connected to the first level structure."
"Finally condensed into a huge structure?"
"Strange? Maybe I have to truly practice this method before my guess can be proven."
Zhuang Wuming showed a thoughtful expression on his face. If it is as he thought, the water in this world is very deep.
The next day, Zhuang Wuming walked directly to the logistics department.
There, he can get his own free copy of arcane ink, which he can use to draw arcane array diagrams.
Without any interruption, he successfully obtained his share of the secret ink.
I just ran into a little trouble on the way back.
The Logistics Department is located on the other side of the Confined World Auditorium in this training base.
When he returned to the teaching building, he had to walk through a long corridor. At this time, a person stopped him in the corridor.
Zhuang Wuming looked at Bai Liewei in front of him, "Is something wrong?"
There was a dangerous aura about the other party, and it was obvious that he had bad intentions.
Bai Liewei looked extremely arrogant and looked at Zhuang Wuming with cold eyes.
"Bakerru, 24 years old, was born in Wangcheng. He graduated from the Department of History and Linguistics and once worked at the Institute of History and Linguistics."
"oh."
Zhuang Wuming responded lightly and looked at Bai Liewei indifferently.
Bailie Weili saw that Zhuang Wuming was unmoved, and his heart sank slightly, "This guy is really calm."
"Okay, if you have something to say, just say it, if nothing happens, get out of the way. A good dog won't block the way."
Zhuang Wuming didn't use any curse words when he cursed, but it instantly made Bai Liewei's face turn red.
No one has ever dared to call him a dog. As an ancient secret magic family, he is always respected wherever he goes, even from his enemies.
He shouted loudly, "Damn guy, you are such an uneducated civilian bastard."
As he spoke, the secret magic thorn appeared in his hand, pointing directly at Zhuang Wuming.
But in the next moment, Zhuang Wuming disappeared directly in front of him.
Bailie Weili's right hand felt loose, and his secret thorn had disappeared.
A pair of deep eyes appeared in front of him, and at that moment, he seemed to be seeing death itself.
Fear enveloped his soul, although Zhuang Wuming's soul power could not be extended.
But simply by interpreting the other person's eyes through the pupils, you can make the other person feel the difference in level.
What's more, the basic law that contains "death" is enough to make people crazy and collapse just by seeing it.
His whole body was chilled, his brain was frozen, and Bailie Weiwei couldn't feel anything anymore.
At this moment, his mind was blank and there was nothing.
When he came back to his senses, Zhuang Wuming was gone and his whole body was covered in cold sweat.
Turning around and looking at the entire passage, Zhuang Wuming was no longer there.
My heart went cold, "Who is he?"
"It was so scary. Just looking into his eyes made me lose consciousness."
"Hoo ho ho"
The sound of heavy breathing, he is a real mystic, practicing the secret method passed down by his family.
But facing Zhuang Wuming, who seemed to have not yet mastered the secret technique, he actually had no resistance at all.
Still with a horrified expression, Bailieweili took a deep breath and said, "This person is definitely not from an ordinary family."
"Damn it, these guys who are doing intelligence work are really stupid."
Not to mention the fear of Bai Lie's power, Zhuang Wuming had already entered the training room at this time.
This is a place specially built for the students of the training base.
Every student who wants to practice the Basic Law can do so here.
It is very quiet here and no one will come in. It is the best place for retreat.
Here are placed special arcane pens for drawing arcane array diagrams, as well as dishes containing arcane ink.
Zhuang Wuming took out the secret ink in his hand at this time. It was a bottle of ink that shimmered with light black.
Open the ink and introduce it into the dish.
The light black ink exudes a faint black smoke.
This ink is made from the secret stone contained in a monster called the Dark Demon.
A lot of other materials were also included.
Zhuang Wuming held the secret pen in his right hand and extended the tip of the pen into the smoke on the ink.
The smoke was like a cat smelling fishy.
It stuck directly to the secret pen, and then Zhuang Wuming raised his hand and pulled out, and a thread of smoke was pulled out.
Lingkong started drawing, one structure after another.
Soon a secret magic array structure about one meter vertical and horizontal appeared in mid-air one meter and two meters above the ground.
It is entirely composed of black smoke threads, although it is smoke.
But it seems to be bound by some kind of force field, maintaining the structure of the array and not moving at all due to external airflow.
Zhuang Wuming's pen moves like a dragon, precisely controlling the traces left by the secret pen.
This is a very test of writing skills, if you are an ordinary learner of secret arts.
They need to spend a lot of time practicing and drawing secret magic formations in the air.
The drawing of the secret array diagram needs to be completed within the specified time, because the force field that maintains the stability of the entire structure has a limited time.
The power of the force field comes entirely from the arcane stone. The more it is consumed, the less powerful it will be when the arcane stone is finally refined.
The same secret method, if practiced by one person, will have a thousand kinds of power. This is the weirdness of the secret method.
It is different from magic, witchcraft, Taoism, etc., and it completely varies from person to person.
At this time, as Zhuang Wuming completed the last stroke, he stretched out his left hand and bit his index finger.
A drop of blood flowed out and dropped directly on the tip of the secret pen.
As the blood dripped, it quickly merged with the black smoke from the tip of the secret pen.
Then a magical scene happened.
In the smoke, countless bloody red threads began to fill his eyes, and the entire smoke began to look like crystals.
At this time, the secret pen also naturally broke with the crystal formed by the smoke.
Zhuang Wuming put down the secret magic pen and then sat cross-legged under the secret magic formation.
At this time, the entire secret array was rapidly crystallizing, and an inexplicable feeling arose from Zhuang Wuming's heart.
He had a special connection with the secret magic array above his head, as if he could absorb it into his body with just a thought.
Sitting cross-legged, he chanted a mantra in his heart.