Chapter 549

Seven Xuan steps unfolded, daring to stop Mo Ling's Lin Yun before the other party went out.

Seeing the expression on the other party's face, he smiled helplessly, but saw that Mo Ling's beautiful face did not mean to be angry, and his expression was relaxed.

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 a lotus root, and whispered.

"I remember. ”

Lin Yun knew that the other party was playing with him, but the Sanpin Xuanshi meant a lot to him.

It is far more important than the Xuanyin flower, and now I can only pinch my nose and soften it for the time being.

"Very good, then draw it for me, the original picture of the fire phoenix that you learned six days ago, and I'll see if you really remember it. ”

"Right here?"

"Yes, right here. ”

In the courtyard, Lin Yun took out the spirit pattern pen and the blank banner scroll, and started to write after a moment of recollection.

It's only been a few days, and he hasn't forgotten yet.

Besides, he has never forgotten it, and it is impossible to forget the spiritual map he has drawn.

In retrospect, this Fire Phoenix Burning Plains Diagram was the second only spiritual diagram he had seen in his life after the Tiger Sniffing Rose Diagram. I still remember that when the nine picture scrolls were put together, the fire phoenix in the painting was full of divine light, like a living thing, as if it was about to jump out of the picture scroll at any time.

Mo Ling put away the silver iron fan in his hand, and looked at it seriously, and saw Lin Yun's handsome face, with clear water chestnut angles, and bright light flashing in his dark eyes from time to time.

A series of spiritual patterns, under his flowing brushwork, slowly appeared.

Those spiritual patterns, either as thick as a mountain, or elegant and timeless, sometimes contain the power of the extreme, shining on the tip of the pen.

The Fire Phoenix Liaoyuan Diagram ranks among the top ten in the entire Sanpin Spirit Diagram. If you talk about lethality alone, you can even rank in the top five.

Looking at the entire Tianfu Academy, there are very few elders who can draw this map. As for the disciples, only Mo Ling was able to manifest it.

Two full hours later, Lin Yun breathed a long sigh of relief, and bloodshot seeped out of his eyes.

Sweat was dripping from his forehead, his face was slightly pale, and his fatigue was revealed.

With his current spiritual pattern attainment, it was still a little reluctant to draw this fire phoenix fire map.

After nine three-meter-long scrolls were pieced together, a rather vast picture scroll appeared in front of the two of them. In the painting, the fire phoenix, its eyes are flashing, and its wings are surrounded by a faint glimmer, which looks quite powerful.

It's a pity that in the end, the important tail is missing seven feathers.

It can't be compared with Mo Ling's complete Fire Phoenix Burning Plain Diagram, this is a dead thing.

"Senior sister, please take a look. ”

Lin Yun shook his head, not very satisfied.

On the side, Mo Ling was stunned and speechless, and he was extremely distracted, and he sighed for a long time before he sighed: "Your fellow's spiritual pattern attainments are really terrifying, it's hard to imagine what kind of height you will reach if you pursue this path wholeheartedly." I'm afraid that in less than two years, you will be able to surpass me. ”

This kind of praise made Lin Yun a little unaccustomed, so he had to say softly: "If you want to say that, it is also taught by senior sister." ”

Mo Ling's cold face when he heard this, showed a slight smile, and said in a deep voice: "In this picture, there are still seven feathers missing, and each feather is a three-grade spirit pattern. But in fact, these seven spirit patterns are all the same spirit pattern called Fire Feather. ”

Lin Yun thought for a moment: "In other words, I only need to learn this Fire Feather Spirit Pattern to be able to draw the Fire Phoenix Liaoyuan Spirit Map?"

"That's true, but it's not that simple, just give it a try. ”

Mo Ling unfolded the folding fan and swept it at will, and the nine scrolls fell to the side side by side.

She reopened a blank scroll on the stone table, and without further words, drew a fire feather pattern on it.

On the blank scroll, the fire feather pattern that exists alone is not too surprising.

Lin Yun saw the techniques and processes of the other party's drawing, and no steps were missed.

"It doesn't seem to be very difficult. ”

Lin Yun took the spirit pattern pen and redrew the three-grade spirit pattern fire feather pattern on the other picture scroll.

Although the Sanpin Spirit Pattern is complicated, it is quite difficult for others to write. But Lin Yun never forgot it, if he just copied it, it wouldn't be too difficult.

But before he could draw the general, Lin Yun's face became quite difficult to look at, and he felt that there was some kind of power in his mind that was gathering little by little. With his pen, it made him have a splitting headache, as if it was about to explode.

That kind of pain was many times more cruel than when he overdrew his spiritual power to draw spiritual patterns before.

In a trance, he only felt that the world was spinning, and the surrounding environment suddenly darkened.

There is no other light except for the fire feather pattern in the pen, which is quite a bad feeling, and the soul is faintly about to be shattered.

There was a lot of fear in his heart, but he was surprised to find that he couldn't stop.

Shout!

At this moment, a little light was on the center of his eyebrows, and the dark world shone brightly, and Mo Ling appeared in the light.

That mysterious feeling disappeared, and Lin Yun woke up and felt a little cold on his mouth. Stretched out his hand to wipe it, but it was a nosebleed coming out, and suddenly a strange color flashed on his face, and said, "What's wrong with me?"

Mo Ling's jewel-like eyes flashed with spiritual light, and he said, "You should know that the spiritual power of the Xuan Master is much stronger than that of ordinary martial artists. ”

"I know that if I don't draw a spiritual map on weekdays, my spiritual power will gradually grow in the overdraft. This kind of growth seems to be not obvious, but over time, it has left ordinary people behind step by step. ”

Lin Yun nodded and said softly.

He practiced spirit patterns under Mo Ling, and he had a deep feeling for this, and when he first drew hundreds of spirit patterns a day, he felt like his head was about to explode.

Later, even if thousands of second-grade spirit patterns were drawn, they were easy to catch.

Although the spiritual power is a little ethereal compared to the true element, this kind of progress is still quite obvious.

He looked at Mo Ling, waiting for the other party to continue.

"The way of the spirit pattern, the three-rank Xuanshi has only really started, why do you say that? Because the third-grade Xuanshi will open up the Xuangong, transform the invisible spiritual power into tangible soul power, and condense the soul seal with the Xuangong. ”

Mo Ling's crisp and melodious voice, like the cold spring water of a mountain stream, speaks eloquently.

Lin Yun pondered for a moment and pointed out the key to it, "What does this have to do with my drawing of the fire feather pattern." ”

"Drawing the Sanpin Spirit Pattern, you can see it as a ritual, a ritual that converts spiritual power into soul power. This ritual is like breaking out of a cocoon into a butterfly and being reborn from the fire. It's just that the process is quite painful, and if you are not careful, you will die in a cocoon. In Tianfu Academy, there are quite a lot of second-grade Xuanshi, but there are few third-grade Xuanshu, and this is the reason. ”

After a pause, Mo Ling said softly: "Generally speaking, the relatively simple three-rank spirit pattern will be chosen to complete this ritual. ”

Lin Yun looked up and said in a deep voice: "Choosing different levels of three-grade spirit patterns and condensed soul seals, I'm afraid they are also of different quality." Just like cultivation, different levels of exercises, and promotion to the Purple Mansion, there must be a difference between strength and weakness. ”

Mo Ling raised his eyebrows, but it was the first time he heard this statement, and said with a smile: "You think so, although it is not all right, it is not much different. You rest for a day, how to decide, and I will come back to you tomorrow. ”

"Senior sister, let me try again. ”

Lin Yun's expression was calm and he looked at Mo Ling.

"Are you sure? There are only three chances to be promoted to a third-grade Xuanshi, and once you fail all of them, you will not be able to be promoted to a third-grade Xuanshi for the rest of your life. ”

Mo Ling looked at him with a solemn expression, not quite approving.

Lin Yun nodded and said, "I'm sure." ”

Mo Ling, who had always been decisive, saw the look in Lin Yun's eyes, and hesitated for a while.

Half ringing, after all, he promised to let him give it a try.

I don't know why, or in Mo Ling's opinion, Lin Yun can indeed create miracles. Because of him, there are indeed many academy disciples who do not have self-confidence and tenacity.

Half an hour later, Lin Yun, who had finished pranayama, opened his eyes.

His face was a lot ruddy, and his lost spirit had recovered his seven, seven, eight, eight, eight, and eight, and he was no longer as pale and scary as just now.

Exhaling a long breath of white air, Lin Yun slowly got up and resumed his pen.

His expression was quite solemn, although he failed for the first time, but he was extremely confident in drawing the three-grade spirit pattern this time.

After calming down, the spirit pattern pen in Lin Yun's hand slowly moved.

Airplanes!

The majestic spiritual power accumulated in his mind slowly moved, and the light in his eyes flickered. The pain he had experienced before was once again revealed, Lin Yun gritted his teeth and persisted calmly.

The spirit pattern pen in his hand did not stop, and he continued to draw the spirit pattern.

With the little appearance of the fire feather pattern, the spiritual power in the mind was vast and gathered, and the scattered state gradually gathered together.

After half a ring, these floating spiritual powers condensed into a whirlpool.

Rumble!

When this whirlpool condensed and formed, Lin Yun trembled, and the pain spread to all the limbs and bones, and the pain was so painful that it was as if his body was not his own.

Breaking the cocoon into a butterfly, I'm afraid that the real cocoon into a butterfly is a hundred times more painful than this.

Lin Yun's eyes welled up with joy, and his spiritual power converged into a whirlpool, which was something he hadn't experienced before.

In other words, he has improved a lot compared to the first time, and he is now cheering up and continuing to support him.

The prototype of the Xuan Palace?

Mo Ling, who was not far away, suddenly flashed with surprise in his eyes, and he made rapid progress.

The speed at which the whirlpool turned, fast and slow, was very strange. But in the seemingly weird rotation, there are still rules to follow, and there is a very mysterious rhythm faintly.

Rumble!

Suddenly, Lin Yun's eyes darkened, and the fire feather pattern he drew under the spirit pattern in the painting scroll blurred little by little.

Lin Yun only felt that the world was spinning, and his consciousness was gradually blurred, and the pain caused by the rotation of the spiritual whirlpool was really beyond imagination.

Damn, is it going to fail?

The hand holding the spirit pattern pen trembled incessantly, and the traces of the pen became messy.

Poof!

The veins of the fire feather pattern were a little messy, and then they gradually fell apart, and Lin Yun spat out a mouthful of blood, all of which were sprinkled on the blank scroll.

"It's going to disperse, Lin Yun, stop quickly!"

Looking at the fire feather pattern in the picture scroll that had not yet taken shape, it gradually loosened, and Mo Ling's expression mutinied, and he hurriedly shouted.

As he spoke, the silver iron fan in his hand turned into a streamer of light like a shock, and flew towards Lin Yun's spirit pattern pen, wanting to forcibly interrupt.

"Condensation!"

But just as the silver iron fan was about to fly, Lin Yun's eyes widened angrily, blood seeped out, and he manipulated the spirit pattern pen in his hand and burst into a loud shout.

The spiritual vortex condensed in his mind was suddenly compressed, and faintly, it was about to be condensed to the limit of what he could bear. Powerful spiritual fluctuations emanated from Lin Yun's body, and the air suddenly vibrated and spread out like ripples.

Clang!

The silver iron fan that flew in was bounced back in an instant, and Mo Ling beckoned to hold the silver fan tightly. Looking at Lin Yun, who was pale and bloodied from the corners of his eyes, he whispered, "This guy is too ruthless......

His heart was so shocked that he forgot to stop it for a while.