As Lin slowly moved his fingers, the huge pen behind him sketched one messy mark after another on the snow-covered ground, which looked like a newborn baby waving its arms wildly

of general.

But as there were more and more lines on the snow on the ground, and the spacing between the lines became denser and denser, the crowd who were originally watching at the gate of the city looked at these messy lines and unexpectedly appeared in their minds a high mountain.

The scene that was originally slowly drawn on the ground by Lin suddenly appeared in their minds in such a three-dimensional way, so that they subconsciously shook their heads, and their brains paused at this moment, no

Understand why this is happening.

Although there was no color on the pattern that Lin slowly drew on the ground, at this moment, all the people who saw the mountain in their minds felt the strong greenery from it, even at the foot of the mountain

Hundreds of acres of spiritual fields.

Even the figure working in the spiritual field looked so vivid, as if he was standing in front of the other party, which was the scene of Lin slowly living in the Lingtian of the Sword Sect.

It's all magical, it's like an illusion.

But if you really open your eyes and want to find the corresponding place among the messy lines that Lin slowly drew on the ground, it is often a messy pile of pictures.

Slowly, Lin slowly stopped moving his fingers and didn't turn around, but everything he drew behind him existed in Lin Slowly's mind.

His brows furrowed slightly, and after a few breaths, Lin slowly sighed helplessly, and a strong force emanated from Lin's body under the flash of his eyes, erasing the traces behind him.

The other onlookers broke away from the illusion in the sea, and saw such a beautiful and magical painting slowly destroyed by Lin, everyone secretly shouted pity in their hearts, but no one dared to stand up and accuse Lin slowly

Unless you are impatient, you can't intervene in what a guru does.

With the paintings behind him, Lin slowly confirmed that he had reached his peak. But compared to the old man, Lin slowly became convinced that he was still missing something, missing some of the most important things.

For the shape of the Lingtian of the peak of the Sword Sect Mountain, Lin had slowly reached its peak. Every detail becomes vivid, as if it is a freeze frame of that time in my memory.

But whether it is the mountain peak, the spiritual field, or the figure in the spiritual field, there is a lack of vitality.

There is no trace of anger. No matter how much I paint, I still paint the shape, and I will never be able to touch the meaning hidden in all the scenes.

It's like the finishing touch, no matter how vivid Lin slowly paints, what is missing is the simplest, but most difficult stroke.

After thinking for a long time, Lin slowly flashed all the scenes in his memory in his mind, and under the slight movement of his mind, the huge pen behind him suddenly scattered, becoming the size of hundreds of ordinary brushes. Quietly suspended

Lin slowly behind him.

The other onlookers were amazed in their hearts.

The divine consciousness in his mind quickly scattered out, connecting each of the paintbrushes condensed by his own power in the void, and the pictures in Lin Slowly's mind kept flickering, there were people, there were mountains, and the same was made of water.

Taking a deep breath, Lin slowly raised his arm gradually, as if bearing the weight of 10,000 catties, although slowly, but with a heavy firmness.

Slowly close your eyes. The images in Lin's mind flickered faster and faster, forming vague phantoms under each other.

And at the moment when the speed of the flickering image in Lin Slowly's mind reached its peak...... Lin slowly lowered his arm that had been raised to a high place, and the hundreds of illusory brushes in the void behind him suddenly slashed through the void

The sounds are connected, as if you are in a rain of arrows. Under the sound of brushing and brushing, hundreds of brushes followed different trajectories, enveloping the snow thousands of meters behind Lin Slowly, depicting hundreds of different ones

Scenery.

Among these scenes, there is Lin slowly in the small courtyard of the Sword Sect, there is Lin slowly in the spiritual field, and Lin slowly used the spiritual weapon. There are also Qian Fang, Wei Ping, Zhao Bin, and other people who have a certain position in Lin Slowly's heart, almost

It contains everything in Lin's thoughts.

Dumb, who was standing on Lin Slowly's side and protecting Lin Slowly, even found his own appearance from it, and as hundreds of brushes continued to improve on the snow, one scene after another was in everyone's minds

Break the ground perfect.

But Lin's brows became tighter and tighter.

Lin with his eyes closed slowly frowned, his fingers kept stirring, and he said quickly.

"That's not right! This is not right. ”

As Lin slowly spoke, a paintbrush that was painting an elixir dissipated instantly, and the scene under the brush was also silently covered by snowflakes falling from the sky.

The scattered snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger, almost obscuring everyone's sight, but vaguely looking through the snowflakes the size of goose feathers, the scenes on the snow surface that are refracted in everyone's minds are becoming more and more refracting

Clearly, even vaguely with a hint of vividness.

"No, this one isn't right!"

A paintbrush drawing a pig raised in the back of the small courtyard quickly dissipated out of thin air.

With his eyes closed, Lin slowly turned around and walked into the many brushes behind him that were moving rapidly on the ground, feeling the many pictures, Lin slowly moved his right hand forward, and as Lin slowly pointed with his right hand

direction, often at least one brush dissipates out of thin air.

As Lin slowly moved his fingers faster and faster, the picture around Lin slowly disappeared as quickly.

"This one is not right, and that, and that......"

In just a few breaths, the brushes around Lin slowly disappeared by more than two percent.

The people who didn't know what Lin was doing slowly, as time passed, even the slowest people who reacted saw the clues from Lin slowly's actions, and the images left by Lin slowly seemed to have a more indescribable feeling and more agility than those who were eliminated.

But Lin Slowly's originally calm heart gradually became irritable, and as he stepped forward, dozens of brushes near his feet quickly dissipated.

"This piece is not right! And this one. ”

"No, it's not right!"

As the brushes decreased one by one, and in the blink of an eye, there were only less than two percent of the brushes left, and Lin slowly reached the peak of his inner irritability, his expression was not the same as before, and the dissatisfied expression was undoubtedly expressed on his face.

Lin, who was finally irritable to the extreme, slowly opened his eyes suddenly, and shouted angrily in his eyes.

"None of them are right, none of them are right!" (To be continued.) )