Just when Jiang Yun said this silent thank you, Tianluo, who had always sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, frowned slightly, and looked at Jiang Yun.

After staring at Jiang Yun for a moment, he slowly stood up, took one step, and disappeared without a trace.

As if he knew that the sky was falling, Jiang Yun suddenly shot out like the wind, threw out a few spirit stones, laid out a formation, and then walked into the formation and sat down cross-legged.

No one knew that Jiang Yun's seemingly boring act of climbing the mountain three days ago was actually when he passed through the square in that thousand-zhang position, and he sent a request there with his divine sense.

Ask Jiang Gui to help him buy a little time, a little time not to be watched by the sky.

Although he didn't get any response at that time, just now, he finally heard Jiang Gui's voice: "No matter what you have to do, you only have one hour at most!" ”

Therefore, now he finally has a short period of freedom to do what he has to do.

In the middle of the formation, Jiang Yun's eyes glanced at the grass and trees in the courtyard again, and said to himself: "Grass, death, Sichuan, for the famine!" ”

"The grass is dying on the river, this is the power that the desolate clan has!"

"I don't know exactly what power this is, but let's call it the power of the wilderness!"

"If you want to get the power of the wilderness, you must write my own wilderness on your body!"

"My barren stripes are for ...... Uncultivated! ”

When the words fell, Jiang Yun's fingertips broke, and blood gushed out, and he used blood as ink to lightly click on his eyebrows.

Then, slowly move sideways!

If someone can see this scene, then they will find that what Jiang Yun wrote is actually just a horizontal!

It's like the starting strokes of the Demon Seal of Life and Death!

However, it looked very simple, but Jiang Yun's fingers moved extremely slowly.

Even his complexion and exposed skin gradually turned pale with the movement of his fingers, as if this stroke had drained the blood from his body!

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However, Jiang Yun didn't care about the changes in his body.

All his attention was focused on the center of his eyebrows, the blood stains that grew longer and longer as his fingers moved!

Jiang Yun didn't know that once his finger was completely drawn, then this Heavenly Falling Realm, this Falling Realm, this Prison, and even this Thousands of Dao Realms would be surging!

……

After hundreds of perceptions, Jiang Yun finally had a trace of understanding of the barren lines.

In the eyes of foreign clans, they all think that the desolate clan cultivates the desolate pattern, but in fact, the desolate clan cultivates the body and cultivates their own body!

Monks, cultivating the Dao, pursue the power of various avenues, and the vast majority of the powers of the avenues are external forces!

Therefore, the monk must have aura, and then use it as a guide to attract all kinds of power for his own use.

If you put a monk in a place where there is no aura, all he can use is the aura in his body.

Once the spiritual energy in the body is consumed and cannot be replenished, then the monk will become a waste.

Although there are also pure physical cultivation among the monks, physical cultivation is only the cultivation of physical strength, or in other words, the cultivation of strength!

The power is infinite, King Kong is not bad, this is the ultimate in physical cultivation!

However, the desolate clan is different, the desolate clan cultivates itself, and the source of their strength is their own body.

In short, the Desolate Race treats their bodies as an incomparably vast world, and obtains all kinds of powers from their bodies.

Every organ that makes up the body, every part, even every drop of blood, every muscle, all corresponds to some kind of power that exists between heaven and earth!

For example, if the Desolate Clan needs the power of water, then he can get it from his own blood, and if he needs the power of fire, he can get it from his own life fire.

This is also the reason why the Desolate Clan does not need aura, and can block most spell attacks on their own.

Because their bodies are the source of all kinds of spells, and if you use them to attack him, of course, it won't work.

When Jiang Yun first came into contact with the barren pattern, the vicissitudes of life in the fragments of the Dao seal said that the existence of the desolate clan did not conform to the artistic conception of the Dao, so he would never refuse to leave the Dao.

However, Jiang Yun believes that the existence of the desolate clan is not inconsistent with the artistic conception of the Dao, but because their Dao is more advanced!

If the way of the monk exists between heaven and earth, then the way of the desolate clan is itself!

Yourself is the Way!

As for the role of the barrade, it is to stimulate the various forces in the body.

Whether the people of the Desolate Tribes are strong or not depends on the number of Desolate Patterns on their bodies.

Although the Desolate Clan is a race, their cultivation methods are not limited to their own clan, and outsiders can also cultivate.

But the premise is that there must be a barren stripe as a seed.

It's just that if this kind of seed is planted for you by someone else, then all you can do is to passively accept the growth of this kind of seed.

What grows is not a barren pattern, but a brand!

Such people, for the desolate clan, are the so-called desolate slaves, that is, the monks who bear the brand of the desolate master in the Great Desolate Realm!

But if you plant it yourself, then it is only when you realize a power in your body that it will grow and grow more barren lines on your body.

Only such a person is equivalent to a real desolate clansman.

The difference between the desolate slaves and the desolate tribesmen is like the difference between the mortals who have been brought back from the Tianluo Sect and the real monks.

One is fast, but the foundation is unstable;

Although the growth is slow, every step out is extremely steady.

Of course, if you want to plant your own seeds, for people who don't have the blood of the desolate clan, you need to have a desolate pattern that belongs to the desolate clan.

Then use this barren pattern to perceive your own barren pattern, and then plant it on your own body, take root and sprout, spread branches and leaves, and grow more barren lines.

The barren pattern that everyone comprehends is different, and Jiang Yun did not directly comprehend the barren pattern in the Dao seal, because it is the barren pattern that belongs to Dao Yuanzhi.

In the past month, he seems to be observing the grass and trees, but in fact, he is thinking about what kind of barren pattern he wants to comprehend.

In the end, he also decided that his barren pattern is "barren"!

The reason why he wants to have a little time not to be watched is to draw this barren pattern for himself!

Now, what he wants to draw is the first stroke of the word "waste"!

Don't look at Jiang Yun's fingertips, there was only one insignificant wound, and the blood flowing from it was limited.

But in fact, at this moment, the blood flowing in every vein in his body was like a great river, rushing endlessly, all surging madly towards his fingertips.

The first stroke of this absurd word is equivalent to drawing it with the blood of Jiang Yun's whole body!

As Jiang Yun had already drawn half of this brushstroke, a loud roar suddenly sounded in the sky.

And in the loud noise, everyone's complexion couldn't help but change suddenly!

Because just over four months ago, they had just heard a similar roar, had just experienced a nightmare that they didn't want to remember!

"Well, isn't it going to be a holy relic again?"

"No, in the past, holy relics appeared, at least once in a hundred years, what's going on recently, how did they appear one after another, if it goes on like this, who can stand it!"

"yes, a few more times, we will probably all die!"

In the Tianluo Realm, especially on the Tianluo Mountain, there was a sudden sound of discussion with fear and despair.

Immediately afterward, the voices of these discussions began to spread like ripples towards the outside of the Heavenly Falling Realm, towards the entire Falling Realm!