When Bai Yihe injected all the soul shadows into the soul pen, a person was excited to scurry around the room, like a fool.

Then, I saw that his pale face was constantly frowning, and he was controlling the soul soldiers to fly all over the house, he had just learned to control them, and he was not very proficient, and the soul pen was a mortal-level high-level soul soldier.

Well, now the house is sinful, as if it was an earthquake, and all the supplies, tables and chairs have been smashed.

Touching the bridge of his nose stupidly, Bai Yihe cleaned up the house with a wry smile, and then left the hospital to buy supplies.

An hour later, after returning to the house and simply arranging all kinds of furniture, fatigue hit, and he fell asleep after lying on the bed for a while! Before going to bed, he finally understood one thing in his mind, why Wan Yu was so sleepy, it turned out that it was all caused by the carved soul! For this thought, the second senior brother later inadvertently interpreted the truth for him, "Master is not because of the carved soul, it is because he is really lazy." ”

When he woke up, it was already late at night, he turned over and got up, and after eating something indiscriminately, he continued to cultivate, his temperament is like this, tenacity, focus, and persistence, when he encounters cultivation problems, he prefers to face difficulties, and he is bound to conquer difficulties before stopping.

With his hands crossed and folded, the soul shadow was summoned again, carefully controlling the soul shadow to rush towards the hole at the tip of the pen, and after a quarter of an hour, he successfully injected all the soul shadows into it, but now there was no excitement, some were just solemn.

The white-clothed merger doesn't know, about the soul infusion, that is, the hole where the soul shadow is injected into the soul pen, this step is difficult for many people who want to become a soul carver, under normal circumstances, people who can successfully inject souls in about thirty attempts, can be called talented, and often many people who are called talented people need to try hundreds of times, or even two or three hundred times to successfully inject souls.

A soul master, in a day, can try up to four or five times before losing his strength, and he must rest for a day before he can try to inject his soul again, otherwise the gains outweigh the losses and will hurt the fundamentals.

Therefore, why someone said that the soul carver is a level more difficult than the caster, it is precisely because of this.

Bai Yi Heneng insisted on trying to cast the soul seven or eight times, and succeeded, in addition to his talent, the most important thing is that he has experienced Wan Yu's practice of shaking the dice, and can accurately control the soul power to depict the dice after the soul text, and the improvement of the control he has obtained is extraordinary.

However, he didn't know all this, and the second senior brother didn't tell him.

He took a piece of pale yellow thread paper, put aside the most primary-level low-level soul pattern atlas "Qi Power Pattern", and prepared to start copying Qi Power Pattern.

Qi pattern, mortal-level low-level soul pattern, carved on the soul soldier, can increase the soul soldier's attack power by about fifty percent, according to the words of the second senior brother, the entry to copy this soul pattern is the best choice, because the lines are the least.

As soon as he put down his pen, Bai Yihe's brows furrowed, and he never thought that it would be so difficult for the soul pen that he had controlled so easily to draw the correct first stroke on the lead paper.

Although the soul pen was manipulated to the lead paper by Bai Yihe, the tip of the pen has been trembling, and it is impossible to put down the pen at all.

As the saying goes, the slightest difference is a thousand miles, and the portrayal of the soul pattern must be accurate in every stroke, and the slightest difference will fail.

Although the tip of the pen was constantly trembling, Bai Yihe still controlled the soul shadow and injected soul power into the tip of the pen.

"Whew!"

Originally, it was just a simple straight line of the brush, but it was instantly painted crookedly.

Gently stroking the beads of sweat on his forehead, the white clothes were not discouraged, threw away the scrapped lead paper on the desktop, took a sheet, and continued to draw.

One by one, when about seventy or so pieces of lead stripe paper were scrapped, finally the soul pen he controlled no longer trembled, and he was able to correctly draw the first stripe of the soul pattern.

However, Bai Yihe was exhausted at this time, and even the soul shadow injected into the soul pen looked a little dim, and fatigue hit again, so Bai Yihe had to put down the soul pen and lie on the bed to sleep.

......

Time passed day by day, and Bai Yihe was still learning to depict the basic patterns of the soul pattern day and night. During this period, regarding the control of the soul pen, Bai Yihe also consulted the second senior brother several times.

When the twilight of the twenty-first day came, he was just a few strokes away from being able to draw the qi pattern accurately.

Controlling the soul pen, Bai Yihe stared at the drawing paper in front of him with a solemn face, there are a total of thirty-six lines of qi pattern, and now thirty-three have been completed, as long as the last three lines are drawn, you can succeed.

However, the most difficult thing about the soul pattern is the ending pattern, if the soul pen shakes at this time and draws the wrong pattern, then all the previous efforts will be in vain.

A ......

Two ......

Just as he was drawing the last line, the moment Bai Yi closed the pen, his mind was unstable, and the soul pen trembled slightly.

"Can't let it tremble!" Bai Yihe was sweating profusely, but it was too late to withdraw the soul pen, so he had to concentrate on giving a steady command to the soul pen.

At this critical moment, a light breeze suddenly blew from the open window and door, and the lead paper on the table floated out in the moment the tip of the pen touched.

His pupils shrank, and Bai Yihe hurriedly lifted it up, thinking, "It's over!"

Then he picked up the paper that had fallen to the ground, and was about to knead it into a ball, when he suddenly felt a mysterious breath burst out on the paper.

"Huh?"

Spread the lead paper on the table, and when the white clothes closed their eyes, they suddenly felt joy.

It worked!

It worked!

The hardest second level has passed!

I managed to draw my first soul pattern!

The first level is to inject the soul into the pen, the second level is to draw the soul on paper, and the third level is to engrave the soul to the device.

But then there was another look of crying and laughing, and the first time I succeeded, it was because of a gust of wind, not my own strength.

I didn't have time to think about it, Bai Yihe hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, spread the lead paper again, and painted a few more times, so that it was true that he could stabilize the success.

This time he learned to be obedient, and pressed all the four sides of the up, down, left and right with a paperweight, so as not to be attacked by the strange wind again.

When he successfully portrayed more than ten qi lines, and finally exhausted his soul power, although Bai Yihe felt tired, but the smile on the corner of his mouth could not be stopped.

On the second day, early in the morning, Bai Yihe took out the casting table that he hadn't touched for more than half a month, and banged it in the courtyard, and when he successfully completed five mortal-level low-level sword-shaped soul soldiers, he held a bunch of soul soldiers and threw himself on the table in his room.

Today he is going to officially portray the soul pattern!

In the past, on the introduction paper, it could only be called a painting, and there was no power to engrave, but when it was performed on the soul soldier, it was really called carving, and the soul pattern was carved into the metal of the soul soldier, and when the soldier soul master injected soul power into use, the power of the soul pattern could be released.

Lay the sword-shaped soul soldier flat, Bai Yihe first drew a qi pattern on the sword body, when it was completed, Bai Yihe held the sword with one hand, pouring soul power, and in an instant the long sword erupted with a buzz, and Bai Yihe could clearly feel that the power exerted by the long sword at this time was completely different from several others.

But not long after the excitement, after a "poof", the soul pattern on the painting disappeared without a trace due to the destruction of soul power.

sighed and said: "Sure enough, I still have to portray it." ”

Fortunately, the long sword was not scrapped, and after painting the qi pattern again, the solemn white Yihe suspended the soul pen in mid-air, twisted his eyebrows into the shape of 'Chuan', and poked hard at the painted lines on the desktop.

"Bang!"

The moment the tip of the pen touched the sword body, the long sword broke into two, and the scrapped one could no longer be scrapped!

"Sss

You must know that a mortal-level low-level soul soldier with an unengraved soul is generally sold for about a hundred soul power stones on the market, which is still a common soul soldier.

But fortunately, Bai Yihe is a caster, and the iron embryo can be bought for silver, but he is just a little tired, and he is just a caster, and he can use the waste soul soldier to rebuild it.

took out the second long sword, this time Bai Yihe's strength to control the soul pen was much lighter, and it was very smooth to complete the soul pattern carving, and Bai Yihe himself was stunned at that time.

But when the soul power poured into the soul soldiers, Bai Yihe wanted to slap himself twice, and the soul pattern only had very shallow lines on the sword body, and it could not reach the strength bonus of the qi pattern at all.

The second soul soldier!

Immediately after the third one, use too much force!

After the fourth and fifth were scrapped one after another, Bai Yihe finally stopped his crazy portrayal.

With his eyes closed, Bai Yihe was constantly reflecting on the gains and losses of his portrayal of the soul pattern, either light, heavy, or wrong.

He sighed and thought to himself, "Sure enough, the difficulty of the soul carver is extraordinary! If you can be a little slower, and if you make a mistake, you can do it again, it would be great!"

"Huh?"

"Seems to be really possible!"

With a light sigh, as if he had thought of something, Bai Yihe returned all the soul soldiers to the furnace with excitement on his face, and the courtyard suddenly turned on the sound of clanging again, and even Qingmo (the original Mo Qing), Xia Yang, Qiu Yinong and others next door came over and scolded several times, and Bai Yihe finally stopped!

A confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, this time, Bai Yihe's momentum became a little different, although he was not sure of success, he seemed to have found a very practical method.

After injecting the soul shadow into the pen, Bai Yi closed his eyes, and after a few breaths, at the moment he opened it, he opened the ground-level high-level soul technique-Time Trick Domain!

Time is treacherous, everything within a zhang is three times slower, and Bai Yihe wants to use the advantage of slowing down to make his soul pattern more stable and accurate!

Sure enough, when the strokes were made, there were still some unskilled lines, but with the slowing speed, Bai Yihe could actually detect the technique.

After the painting is completed, the most important engraving is coming, and Bai Yihe, who is controlling the soul pen, is also a little nervous, and he calms his mind and breathes a few breaths, and then resolutely puts down the pen.

"Squeak!"

There was a sound of metal rubbing, and the first stripe was not deep or shallow, just right.

I must have thought to myself, Bai Yihe thought, "It seems that after slowing down, I can really see the defects of my pen." ”

Previously, Bai Yihe had tried to slow down on his own, but he couldn't do it as slow as the interference of external forces like the Time Trick Domain.

Second ......

Third ......

Fourth ......

"Phew!"

A crisp metal sound sounded, and Bai Yihe knew that this stroke was heavy, and his brows furrowed, and he instantly launched the time regression of the treacherous domain, and within a zhang, it was visible to the naked eye that it was constantly reversing.

After the strange soul power of time rewind dissipated, sure enough, the heavy stroke just now was restored!

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, the white cloth looked up to the sky and smiled! He seemed to have found a new door for the soul carver, a gate with a higher success rate than others! He finally understood why even Wan Yu wanted to get the Time Trick Domain in the first place, and it turned out to be used here!

At this time, Qingmo, who was sitting upright on the bed and cultivating, heard Bai Yihe's exaggerated laughter, and thought to himself, "I'm afraid Lao Bai is not stupid, right?"