The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 549: Broken the cocoon
Chapter 549
Seven Profound Steps spread out, daring to stop Lin Yun from Mo Ling before the opponent went out. m..
saw the look on the other person's face, smiled helplessly, but saw that Mo Ling's beautiful face didn't mean to be angry, his expression relaxed.
Obviously, the so-called farewell is just a joke with him.
"Remember?"
Mo Ling stretched out her hand to twist away her delicate silver iron fan, revealing her snow-white wrist like lotus root, and said softly.
"I remember it."
Lin Yun knew that the other party was playing with him, but the third rank profound master meant a lot to him.
is far more important than Xuan Yin Hua, and at the moment I can only pinch my nose, for the time being soft.
"Very good, then draw me to see, the picture of the fire and phoenix that I learned six days ago, let me see if you really remember it."
"Is here?"
"Yes, right here."
In the courtyard, Lin Yun took out the spirit pattern pen and the blank banner scroll, and started writing after a moment of recollection.
has only been a few days, he will not forget.
Besides, he has never forgotten, and he has never forgotten the spiritual pictures he has drawn.
In retrospect, this picture of the Fire Phoenix Liaoyuan is a spiritual picture that he has seen in his life second only to the picture of the Tiger Sniffing the Rose. I still remember the moment when the nine scrolls were put together, the fire and phoenix in the painting were shining brightly, like a living thing, as if they were about to jump out of the scroll at any time.
Mo Ling put away the silver iron fan in his hand, and looked carefully at the side, and saw Lin Yunqing's handsome and handsome face, with distinct water chestnuts, and bright light flickered in his dark eyes.
a series of spiritual lines, slowly appearing in his fluent brushwork.
Those spirit patterns, either as thick as a mountain, or elegant and timeless, sometimes contain violent extreme power, shining on the tip of the pen.
The original picture of the Fire Phoenix Liao, ranked top ten in the whole three-level spiritual picture. If it's lethality alone, 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 disciple generation, only Mo Ling was able to reveal it.
Two hours later, Lin Yun let out a sigh of relief, blood in his eyes seeping out.
Sweat dripped off his forehead, his face was slightly pale, and his exhaustion appeared.
With his current spiritual patterns, it is still a little reluctant to draw this picture of the phoenix fire.
When nine three-meter-long scrolls were put together, a rather vast scroll appeared in front of the two. In the painting of the fire phoenix, the eyes flashed with aura, and the wings were lingering with a faint gleam, which looked quite mighty.
Unfortunately, the final important tail is missing seven feathers.
and Mo Ling's complete original picture of the Phoenix Liao, cannot be compared, this is a dead thing.
"Sister, please have a look."
Lin Yun shook his head, not satisfied.
Mo Ling on the side was stunned and speechless. He sighed for a long time: "You guy's spiritual patterns are really terrifying. It's hard to imagine what height you will reach if you pursue this path with all your heart. Two years later, 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 also good for the senior sister."
Mo Ling heard the words with a smile on his cold face, and he muttered: "This picture is still short of seven feathers, and each feather is a third-rank spirit pattern. But in fact, these seven spirits The patterns are all the same kind of spirit pattern called Fire Feather."
Lin Yun thoughtfully: "That is to say, I only need to learn this fire feather spiritual pattern to draw the fire phoenix prairie spirit map?"
"It's right, but it's not that simple. You just have to try it."
Mo Ling unfolded its folding fan, swept it at will, and nine scrolls gathered together and fell aside.
She reopened a blank picture scroll on the stone table, without saying a word, drew a fire feather pattern on it.
On the blank picture scroll, the fire feather pattern that exists alone does not seem to be too surprising.
Lin Yun can see clearly the technique and process of the other party's drawing, without missing any steps.
"It doesn't seem to be difficult."
Lin Yun took the spirit pattern pen and re-drew the three-rank spirit pattern fire feather pattern on another scroll.
Although the three-rank spirit pattern is complicated, it is quite impossible for others to write about it. But Lin Yun didn't forget, if he just copied it, it wouldn't be too difficult.
hasn't been drawn to normal, Lin Yun's face has become quite difficult to look, he feels a little bit of power in his mind is gathering. Accompanied by his writing, his headache was splitting, as if he was about to explode.
That kind of pain is many times more cruel than he used to draw spiritual lines by overdrawing his mental power.
was in a trance, he only felt that the world was spinning, and the surrounding environment suddenly became dark.
Except for the fire feather pattern in the pen, there is no other light. This feeling is quite bad, and the faint soul will be shattered.
There was more fear in his heart for no reason, but he was surprised to find that he could not stop.
咻!
At this moment, a bright light spotted on the center of his eyebrows, the dark world was shining brightly, and Mo Ling appeared in the light.
The mysterious feeling disappeared, and Lin Yun woke up, feeling a bit of chill on his mouth. He stretched out his hand, but nosebleeds came out, and a strange color flashed across his face, saying: "What's wrong with me?"
Ink-spirit-like jewel-like eyes, aura flashed, and said: "You should know that the spiritual power of a profound master is much stronger than that of an ordinary warrior."
"I know that if I don’t draw a spiritual map on weekdays, my mental power will gradually grow in the course of overdraft. This kind of growth may seem insignificant, but over time, it has gradually left ordinary people behind. "
Lin Yun nodded and said softly.
He was practising spiritual patterns under Mo Ling, and he was deeply touched by this. In the first day he painted hundreds of spiritual patterns and felt his head burst.
After arrived, even if he had drawn thousands of second-rank spiritual patterns, it was easy to grasp with his hands.
Compared with the true essence, mental power is a bit misty, but the progress is quite obvious.
He looked at Mo Ling, waiting for the other person to continue talking.
"The way of the spirit pattern, the third rank profound master has only really started, why do you say that? Because the third rank profound master will open up the profound palace, convert the invisible spiritual power into tangible soul power, and condense the soul seal with the profound palace. "
Mo Ling's clear and sweet voice, like the cold spring water of a mountain stream, came out.
Lin Yun pondered for a moment and pointed out the key point, "What does this have to do with my drawing of the fire feather pattern."
"The drawing of the third rank spirit pattern, you can think of it as a ritual, a ritual that converts spiritual power into soul power. This ritual is like breaking a cocoon into a butterfly and rebirth from a fire. It’s just that the process is quite painful. If you are not careful, you will die in the cocoon. In Tianfu Academy, there are quite a lot of second-ranked profound masters, but third-ranked profound masters are few and pitiful. This is the reason."
paused, and Mo Ling whispered, "Generally speaking, the simpler third-rank spirit patterns are chosen to complete this ritual."
Lin Yun looked up, and muttered: "Choose different levels of third-rank spirit patterns and condensed soul marks. I'm afraid they are of different quality. Just like cultivation, different levels of exercises, promotion to the purple palace, there must be The difference between the strong and the weak."
Mo Ling raised his brows. It was the first time he heard this statement. He smiled and said, "You think so, although it's not entirely correct, but it's not very different. You take a day off, how to make a decision, I will come to you tomorrow. "
"Sister, let me try again."
Lin Yun looked calm and looked at Mo Ling.
"Are you sure? There are only three opportunities to be promoted to the third-ranked profound master. Once all of them fail, you will not be able to be promoted to the third-ranked profound master for life."
Mo Ling looked at him solemnly, not agreeing.
Lin Yun nodded and said: "I'm sure."
Mo Ling, who has always been decisive, saw the look in Lin Yun's eyes, and he hesitated for a while.
for a while, after all, he agreed to let him try.
I don’t know why, or in Mo Ling’s opinion, Lin Yun can indeed perform miracles. Because of him, there are indeed many disciples in the academy, who are not confident and tenacious.
Half an hour later, Lin Yun, who had finished adjusting his breath, opened his eyes.
's face is quite ruddy, and the loss of energy has been restored, not as pale and scary as before.
exhaled a long white gas, Lin Yun slowly got up, and started writing again.
His expression is quite solemn. Although he failed for the first time, he was extremely confident in drawing the third-rank spiritual pattern this time.
After the heart calmed down, the spirit pattern pen in Lin Yun's hand slowly moved.
hum!
The majestic mental power accumulated in his mind on weekdays slowly moved, and his eyes flickered. The pain he experienced before appeared again, Lin Yun gritted his teeth and persisted calmly.
The spirit pattern pen in his hand kept drawing the spirit pattern.
Along with the appearance of the fire feather pattern a little bit, the mental power in my mind gradually gathers together in a vast and scattered state.
After a while, these floating mental powers condense into a whirlpool.
Boom!
When the vortex condensed and formed, Lin Yun shuddered all over, and the pain spread to the limbs and skeletons, and the pain was so painful that the flesh didn't seem to be his own.
Breaking through the cocoon and turning into a butterfly, I am afraid that the real turning into a butterfly will be more painful than this.
Lin Yun's eyes were filled with joy, and his spiritual power gathered into a whirlpool. This was an experience he had never had before.
In other words, he has improved a lot than the first time, and he has cheered up and continued to support him.
The prototype of the palace?
Mo Ling not far away, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he made rapid progress.
The speed at which the whirlpool spins is fast and slow, very strange. But in the seemingly weird rotation, there are still rules to follow, and there is a very mysterious rhythm faintly.
Boom!
Suddenly ~IndoMTL.com~ Lin Yun's eyes went black, and the fire feather pattern he drew in the spirit pattern in the scroll became blurred little by little.
Lin Yun only felt that the sky was spinning, and his consciousness gradually became a little fuzzy. The pain caused by the rotation of the spiritual vortex was really beyond imagination.
Damn, are you going to fail?
, holding the hand of the Lingwen Pen, trembling unceasingly, the traces of the pen dazzled.
噗呲!
The veins of the fire feather pattern were a little messy, and then they gradually fell apart. Lin Yun vomited a bit of blood and sprinkled it all on the blank scroll.
"It's going to go away, Lin Yun, stop now!"
Looking at the unformed fire feather pattern in the picture scroll, it gradually loosened, Mo Ling's expression mutinous, and quickly shouted.
While was speaking, the silver iron fan in his hand turned into a flash of light, and flew towards Lin Yun's spiritual pen, trying to forcibly interrupt it.
"Condensation!"
But just as the silver iron fan was about to fly, Lin Yun's eyes opened in anger, blood seeping out, and he manipulated the spirit pattern pen in his hand to make a fierce shout.
The mental vortex condensed in his mind, suddenly compressed for a while, faintly, it will be condensed to the limit he can bear. A wave of tyrannical mental fluctuations radiated from Lin Yun's body, and the air vibrated for a while, spreading out like ripples.
Clang!
The silver iron fan that flew over was instantly bounced back, and Mo Ling beckoned to hold the silver fan tightly. Looking at Lin Yun, who was pale with blood stains in the corners of his eyes, he whispered softly: "This guy is too cruel..."
His heart was deeply shocked, and for a while he forgot to continue to stop him.