Wedge: Miracles often hide behind abandonment and despair

Chisheng Hitomi exhaled deeply, adjusting his physical and mental emotions, "Uncle Tian, no matter what happens next, don't bother me, can you trust me, Uncle Tian", Chisheng Hitomi's tone was calm, no one knew what he was thinking at the moment. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info "Haha, white pupil boy, what are you talking about, this emperor has been waiting for a thousand years, what can you believe, it's a big deal that this emperor will wait for another thousand years", Uncle Tian's voice came, he knew very well the pressure on Chisheng Hitomi, and he himself was not. "Don't worry, Uncle Tian, my white pupils won't let you down", Chisheng Hitomi closed his eyes after speaking, and after ten breaths, everything calmed down, including his heart and thoughts. His eyes twitched slightly, his eyelids slowly rolled up, his deep eyes were revealed, the golden lines were reflected in his pupils, and the ninety-five consciousnesses were extremely fast and calculated the outline trajectory of each golden line. There were a hundred golden threads outlined on the door, and he was stupid enough to guess the trajectory of the ninety-five golden threads and then concentrate on memorizing the last five, but he wasn't sure how long the golden thread gate would exist, and whether there would be a next time. Because he hadn't seen it before, he didn't dare to take risks, and after he planned to roughly guess the trajectory of a few golden threads, he divided his consciousness and quickly memorized the extra five.

However, the truth was not as expected, just when his consciousness had just grasped the beginning of the trajectory outlined by the ninety-five golden lines, these golden lines began to blur, and the brows of the red pupils were tightened, and the pressure of the mountain made him breathless. If this continues, let alone be distracted and memorize the other five, even the ninety-five that are caught will disappear without a trace. What to do, what to do, his mind turned to the extreme, and the ninety-five terrifying interweaving of consciousness were intertwined and intertwined. What to do, if you can't remember, don't say anything about two chances, Uncle Tian's thousand-year-old wait will be in vain. As soon as he thought of this, the thinking consciousness of the red pupil operated faster, comparable to the snow of a storm and the wind of a tornado. "No, it's not enough, hurry up, hurry up", Chisheng Tong shouted unconsciously at the corner of his mouth, ninety-five consciousnesses frantically sketched, "No, it's already at the limit", the golden line in front of him has become lighter and lighter, and even part of the trajectory of some lines has begun to blur. "Damn, come out for me", Chisheng Hitomi shouted, the secret thinking was directly opened, completely isolated from the ninety-five consciousnesses, and now there are still five golden threads that have no memory at all, so they will definitely fail, and the only way is to break through. "Come out", "Come out", Chisheng Hitomi clenched his teeth, "Give me a ...... to come out", Chisheng Hitomi shouted up to the sky, outside the ninety-five consciousnesses, a slender consciousness was finally squeezed out, and at the same time he almost fell, his split consciousness was more violent than the shock caused by being forcibly cut.

But now he can't tolerate him, the muscles of his whole body are tense, all his thoughts are concentrated in his brain, gradually, his hands are paralyzed, although his feet are still standing, but he has long lost consciousness, and he finally squeezed out the five consciousnesses. A hundred consciousnesses were gathered, although the body was weak for a while, and even the brain began to dull, regardless of whether there were sequelae or not, the five consciousnesses that had just been condensed were immediately isolated with secret thinking, and each one stared closely at the extra five golden threads. Rather than threads, all the golden threads were already dim and transparent, and only occasionally could they catch a little bit of golden light, which was only for a moment. Only three breaths of time passed before and after, which shows how fast his consciousness was moving, and after another half breath of time, the peace between the two pillars was restored, as if nothing existed. At the same time, Chisheng Hitomi's whole body collapsed to the ground, he turned over, and the whole person lay quietly on the ground in a large shape. At this moment, he didn't want to move at all, or he didn't have the consciousness to move anymore, all his consciousness was put into the deduction of the golden gate, and he had isolated each consciousness with secret thinking before, and now he had to integrate all these consciousnesses, otherwise there might be discontinuity of spiritual power when he was sketching. He has no more chances to waste, and even if he has two chances, he has to do his best to succeed once.

The so-called cultivation has no time, and he is even more unaware of the fact that all his energy is focused on the secret art delineation, it is already four days and nights, and he is still lying motionless on the ground, but fortunately, there is no meteorological change in this world, so that he can be so open-air without being disturbed. During this period, there were also spirit beasts wandering around, but with the escort of Uncle Tian, in the end, these spirit beasts did not come close. It was now noon on the fifth day, and a fresh breeze was wafting through the thousands of forests, and the young man's white head was rippling in the wind, and there was also a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes, which had been closed for five days, finally opened again. The already dark eyes are a little deeper, and they look like a cold pool, which makes people unconsciously cool up, but people can't help but want to see what kind of situation is hidden at the bottom of the cold pool. After five days, Chisheng Hitomi finally integrated the trajectories of the hundred consciousness deductions, he sat up, picked up a blank Bai Nian Ming Monument, and pointed at the Wind Disillusionment and poked a small pit shallowly on the stone platform in front of him. Then put one corner of the Bai Nian Ming Tablet into it, and then press the other corner symmetrical with the palm of the left hand, because it takes two years to rotate when sketching, so that you can use your left hand to input spiritual power when turning, and your right hand is responsible for sketching, and the left and right hands cooperate, so that even when changing faces, it will not cause spiritual power to be interrupted.

After doing this, Chisheng Hitomi inhaled slightly, the smile on his face converged, and the arcane thinking opened, first isolating the consciousness of controlling his left hand, this wisp of consciousness did not carry any thoughts, only continued to provide spiritual power, and mastered the Bainian Ming Monument to ensure that the tablet could rotate steadily when changing faces. Then the mind of the right hand was concentrated, the golden light of the wind disillusionment finger lit up, the consciousness condensed into a root, the spiritual power gushed out from the abdomen, the sensitive fingers touched the tablet surface, the moment of contact, the spiritual power gushed out from the fingertips, under the urging of consciousness, the sensitive golden fingers moved in the air, and the consciousness was solidified on the tablet. After a line is drawn, the arcane mind activates, and this wisp of consciousness is instantly isolated. The surface of the stele was covered with the first line of consciousness that had been solidified by the outline, but from the moment the sketch was completed, this Bainian Ming stele became a blank stele in his eyes. The second consciousness fell on the stele with his finger, it only had the track of the second golden line before, and there was no memory outlined by the first consciousness, so in his opinion, the stele in front of him was still blank. The second consciousness has a trail that goes back and forth, so it needs to be changed, and part of the trajectory needs to be engraved on the back. The fingers were prompted by consciousness, and the golden light on the fingertips drew a variety of lines in the air, and the spiritual power in the left hand continued to enter, and at the same time, the right hand drew the secret pattern on the front and flicked it slightly, and the Bainian Ming Tablet in the palm began to rotate. When he turned to the back, he pressed down with his left hand, and the rotation stopped instantly, and the back was facing him, and at the same time, the golden fingers fell, and the secret patterns were outlined on the back. After a while, with a slight flick, the front of the stele turned back again, and there was another outlining.

Consciousness is triggered one by one, the fingers are messy and rhythmic in the air, and the chaotic secret patterns are outlined on the Bainian Ming Monument, and the Bainian Ming Monument in the middle of the left hand and the stone platform rotates like the wind, so that people can't see that it is a stone tablet at all, but even so, the speed of the Chisheng Pupil's fingers is still not inferior, the fingers are like phantoms, and the sensitivity of the Wind Disillusionment Finger allows him not to look at it, and he can precisely control his strength through the moment his fingertips touch, and at the same time clearly know the trajectory he has drawn. The transparent Uncle Tian's consciousness was already stunned at this moment, and he had not seen the secret art making, but his fingers were flying like Chisheng Pupil, which seemed to be incoherent and disorganized, but in fact, every stroke was extremely accurate. As the Spirit Emperor, his consciousness perception is so sensitive, and the delineation of the red pupil is not only accurate, it can be said to be smooth and elegant, if he knew the word flowing clouds, he would definitely describe it with it. Among the mystics he had seen, when sketching the secret patterns in the Spirit Master Realm, not only was the speed not on the same level as the red pupil, but there was also no one who did not stop. In the extremely fast sketching, there are always times when the consciousness can't keep up or is slightly stunned, at this time, the spiritual power still continues to be output, ensuring that the Bainian Ming Monument, which is the carrier of the secret art, will not fail, but the sketch will pause. This is a pause in consciousness, and this pause may be a moment, or a breath, or it may be a pause that leads to the failure of the production. That's why you should never be disturbed when crafting mystical arts.

Uncle Tian was extremely admired in his heart, such a talent, such a production should have been revealed in front of ten thousand people, and it should have ushered in countless applause and reverence, but now he was the only one, and even he couldn't make a sound, he could only praise in his heart. Looking at Chisheng Pupil's dreamlike outline, his heart was full of expectations, even if he knew that he could go out, he had never looked forward to it like now, looking forward to the young man in front of him breaking through the Spirit Venerable, not only looking forward to what kind of level his cultivation could reach after spiritual power condensation, but also looking forward to how many top-level secret techniques he could bring to this world. The sketching of the red pupil is still continuing, the small stele is already "scarred", the lengthy lines almost cover the two sides of the Bai Nian Ming stele, you will not know if you don't look carefully, the secret lines are all orderly, although dense but not overlapping, and each secret pattern is in addition to the intersection, there are gaps in the rest of the place, which shows the accuracy of its delineation. Half a day has passed, "Ding ......", a pleasant whisper spreads in a small space, and it is no longer audible even ten meters away, but this sound falls on the ears of Uncle Tian and Chisheng Hitomi is so natural, after waiting for a thousand years, Uncle Tian almost burst into tears, which shows the excitement in his heart. Chisheng Hitomi stood still in place, the tablet in his eyes was still spinning, and after a while, the tablet under his palm stopped, and his eyes also had a focus again. Call...... Exhaled deeply, such a sketch consumed a huge amount of consciousness and spirit, and the moment it was condensed, he was in a trance and almost fell.

"Uncle Tian, live up to expectations", Chisheng Hitomi said calmly, with a happy smile on his face. "Yes, although it took half a day, the first time I sketched the secret technique, it was okay", Uncle Tian's voice was calm with a little appreciation. Hitomi Chisheng thought that he was talented, and he could complete the production of secret arts without guidance, which was strictly a success. But I didn't expect it to take half a day, listening to Uncle Tian's tone, half a day is probably slow, Chisheng Hitomi immediately restrained his smile, it seems that he still has a lot of way to go. Of course, he didn't know that Uncle Tian said this on purpose, no matter how detached his talent was, he had to be down-to-earth in doing things, so he didn't give Chisheng Hitomi a high evaluation, Puyu still needs to be carved, otherwise it will be difficult to become a big tool, this is what Uncle Tian thinks in his heart. "Uncle Tian, how to use it next", Chisheng Hitomi asked, "Directly input a large amount of spiritual power, the reason why this Bai Nian Ming Tablet is the choice of many secret magicians is that it can automatically condense the form, so even if it is not in the spirit master realm, it can be condensed." Chisheng Tong nodded slightly, the spiritual power in his abdomen surged, the stone tablet in his hand began to glow slightly, he increased the input of spiritual power, and a line of spiritual power condensed from the lines of the stone tablet, and the spiritual power that flew out was like a comet, it dragged a long tail to flutter in the air, and this trajectory was the trajectory remembered by consciousness. One, two, after a few breaths, ninety-nine had already flown out, and in front of him, a spiritual power gate that was the same as the one he had seen before. But the hundredth article never came out, no matter how Chisheng Pupil increased the input of spiritual power, the Bainian Ming Monument in his hand was finally unmoved.

"Just push it between the two pillars with your mind", Uncle Tian's voice sounded, but Chisheng Hitomi did not move for a long time, at this moment he frowned deeply, thinking in his heart about what step went wrong, why the hundredth secret pattern did not condense out, but the Bainian Ming Tablet obviously sent out a clear sound, which means that the outlined secret pattern has passed, no matter how he thinks about it, he can't figure it out. "What's wrong", Uncle Tian also noticed the strangeness of the red pupil, "Boy with white pupils, you won't ...... Sketch out a hundred thoughts", Chisheng Hitomi nodded, "It's over", Uncle Tian was suddenly depressed, "This door requires a hundred Dao consciousness to sketch, is there any problem", Chisheng Hitomi didn't understand why this was over. "Because the Bainian Ming Monument in your hand can only be condensed into ninety-nine articles, it seems that he really wants me to find a good apprentice for him, but he doesn't plan to let me go", Uncle Tian grinned slightly, and a helpless bitter smile appeared on Mu Ne's face. "Is it really a busy job", Chisheng Hitomi muttered to himself at the corner of his mouth, and picked up the piece of Bai Nian Ming Monument that had not been used yet, and suddenly he was stunned, wait, if you can directly condense it when you sketch it, then it will count as a few consciousnesses. "Okay, Bai Tong, it's useless, Bai Nian Ming Monument can only communicate ninety-nine heaven and earth spiritual powers, and it's all in vain to do anything. This ring contains all kinds of secret techniques and treasures that I have collected over the years, and since I have known each other, I will give it to you. If, if one day ......", Uncle Tian's consciousness rolled up a black ring, "Uncle Tian, you put away the ring first, you will know if you can try it or not, how can I be the kind of person who is cowardly without a fight, the people of my generation must move forward bravely, and people will win the sky", Chisheng Tong picked up the Bai Nian Ming Tablet in his hand and said loudly.

The spiritual power in his hand surged, the golden fingers bloomed with a shimmer again, the second sketch can be described as a light car, the speed is not known how many times faster than the previous time, after two breaths, the moment the first secret pattern was drawn, the spiritual power in the abdomen frantically poured into the left hand, "give me condensation", Chisheng Pupil shouted, at the same time, the speed of the right hand did not decrease, and he was still sketching the secret pattern. But with his loud shout, the first secret pattern actually began to glow slightly, and the spiritual power in the air began to condense. In an instant, a spiritual power condensation was successful, and the spiritual power tail was dragged in the air to outline, and not long after, the second secret pattern was also outlined, and there was another spiritual power shock, and the second spiritual power was condensed in the air, and it happened that the spiritual power of the first condensation was just outlined at this time. Uncle Tian, who was already disappointed, couldn't describe his expression at the moment, his eyes were blank, his chin was almost dislocated, and in his eyes there was only the scene of the red pupil sketching the secret pattern. The spiritual power in his abdomen is as continuous as if it is integrated with this heaven and earth, and a secret pattern is successfully condensed in a single outburst; his consciousness seems to control the heavens and the earth, and the spiritual power condensation outline in front of him is always a little later than the secret technique outlined in his hand, but it is just right to coincide, and the time is just right. At this time, he was like a saint who controlled heaven and earth, and his spiritual power came at his fingertips, sketching and condensing spiritual power like a leisurely stroll.

A full two hundred breaths passed, and the ninety-nine doors outlined by spiritual power appeared in front of him again, and at this moment, the movement of his right hand had stopped, and the hundredth secret pattern that represented success was condensing little by little. Chisheng Pupil's face was expressionless, but Uncle Tian had already held his breath, the hundredth spiritual power lived up to the expected condensation success, and a complete gate continued to intertwine in front of him, "Go", Chisheng Hitomi shouted, his consciousness moved, and the white spiritual gate was tightly embedded between the two pillars. After the condensation was completed, the consciousness gathered together, the fainting sensation struck, and in an instant, the white door dissipated between the heaven and the earth, and the red pupil only felt that it was dark in front of him, and the whole person fell to the ground. From beginning to end, the Bainian Ming Monument in his hand did not make a sound, and the light sound, which symbolized success, was ultimately lost to the young man's resolute heart and shrewd wisdom.

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