Mochen thought about it for a while, and put the scroll into the sea of knowledge.

Although he has already had a first glimpse of the mystery of the treasure and figured out the uniqueness of the scroll, in reality, no matter how magical and strange it is, it is useless to him.

If the paper is stained with ink, it will disappear on its own soon if you don't remove it.

If you remove the paper, a new blank sheet will reappear.

Bizarre is enough, but at most it is just a painting paper that can be used infinitely, even if there is an additional premise of unlimited use, but in the end, isn't it still a chicken rib?

Mo Chen thought about it, and couldn't think of what use this scroll could be for him, so he simply put it away, maybe he could take it out and use it when he was interested in painting in the future, which could be regarded as adding a little leisure and elegance to himself.

Calculating the time, there were still a few days before the start of the martial arts conference, and Mo Chen no longer went out, and decided to stay in the inn to concentrate on cultivation.

The three styles of the cold prison that he got from the relics of the people of Tinghai Dao still need to be refined, and the first type of cold sword Wusheng has already been used on Wu Zifeng, and the power is really amazing, if it is matched with the cold yuan in the body, the power can be taken to the next level.

The second sword is called the Prison Lock Tianhe, this sword is more powerful than the cold sword Wusheng, if the cold sword Wusheng is a powerful sword, the prison lock Tianhe is a sword that locks the vitality.

The pass of this style of sword move is not to kill, but to trap, once it is used, it is like a cold prison, and the enemy has nowhere to get out. If you practice to the extreme, you can use the sword momentum alone to sway people's minds and inspire people's minds.

As for the third-type cold prison world, he had no way of knowing how powerful it was, and even the people who listened to the sea path did not mark it clearly, and Mo Chen felt that maybe until he died, he did not encounter a chance worthy of using this sword, so he did not leave any mark.

The sword moves are practiced, and their own cultivation will not fall behind.

When Mo Chen left the ice cave, he also cut out a lot of ancient Zhen Ice and packed it in the Qiankun bag, but unfortunately, once the Zhen Ice was cut, the heaven and earth aura originally contained in it would slowly dissipate, leaving only the purest Han Yuan.

Without the help of the aura of heaven and earth, although Mo Chen's cultivation speed after escaping from heaven and earth was not slow, it was difficult to have the feeling of entering the realm at a rapid pace in the ice cave.

Even so, Mochen still didn't want to go to that place anymore, firstly, because he didn't know what dangers were hidden in the depths of the ice, and secondly, Mochen was also a little repulsed in his heart.

It is already the limit that he can stay there for three months in an ice cave like a prison in another world, and if he continues to stay in that kind of place, I am afraid that his psychology will be a little unhealthy.

In this way, Mo Chen's daily practice plus sword practice, and occasionally spare a little time to take out the magic scroll and draw two strokes, which should be to add a little leisure and elegance to his boring practice.

Late one night before the martial arts conference, Mo Chen took out the scroll again after finishing his cultivation, and today he planned to draw his own sword, the ink sword that was as black as ink, condensed with mental power, and full of source power.

After condensing the ink sword, Mo Chen kept the ink sword intact, put it on the table, and then spread out the scroll and carefully tipped the pen.

When the portrait of the ink sword was completed, the telekinesis that was originally difficult to enhance actually showed a hint of growth!

After feeling this change, Mo Chen hurriedly dispersed the ink sword, and spread out to sweep the surrounding space with his mental power alone, and sure enough, the mental power that could only extend five meters was now a little more than before, it was really enhanced! Although it was only a trace, it was already a surprise.

"I see, this picture scroll can actually enhance my mental power. Mo Chen's heart was overjoyed, in order to reflect the illusion that it was not his own, he waited for the ink sword in the painting to disappear, then condensed the ink sword again, and took up the pen to copy it again.

Sure enough, the second time he drew the ink sword, his mental power still increased slightly, and after confirming that it was correct, he was very happy this time, even if he didn't know the reason, but it was enough for ink dust to be excited.

In addition to being excited, Mo Chen's eyes inadvertently swept to the sword in the portrait and the sword on the table, but this unintentional glance made him feel a little weird out of thin air.

What did you draw yourself? Why not the ink sword?

The painting is an ink sword, not an ink sword, to be precise, the painting should have been an ink sword, but at the moment, it doesn't feel like an ink sword.

Mo Chen was a little stunned, obviously he copied the ink sword with his pen, how could he feel so strange after he painted it?

The joy brought by the enhancement of telekinesis was gone at this moment, and Mo Chen only felt that this picture scroll was extremely weird at this moment.

Not believing in evil, he once again waited for the ink to fade, and then picked up his pen and painted again, but this time it was not to confirm the increase in mental power, but for this extremely strange inner feeling.

After a short time, the last stroke of ink dust fell, and the portrait of the ink sword was completed.

Looking at the ink sword he had drawn, Mochen frowned again.

No, not really.

After a few breaths, the portrait gradually disappeared, Mo Chen stretched out his hand, and the ink sword appeared as he wished, he carefully looked at the sword in his hand, confirmed every detail of the sword body and then brushed again, this time, he drew slowly and seriously, each stroke outlined the details he observed little by little, and in a blink of an eye, the sword was completed.

Still not like it.

The ink dust fell to the last stroke, but when I looked at it again, it still didn't feel like it.

The sword condensed in his hand should be exactly the same as the sword drawn on the scroll, and it should be no different from whoever looks at it, but in Mo Chen's eyes, it is always two words, not like.

It's not like it, it's just two different swords.

Mo Chen couldn't understand it, he couldn't understand it thoroughly, why the identical sword would give him a diametrically opposite feeling.

In the meantime, he had already tried, and no matter what he drew except for drawing a sword, his telekinesis would not react, and he would no longer have that weird feeling.

As the ink sword on the scroll slowly disappeared, Mo Chen repeated the process of drawing the sword again, the strange feeling was always there, and the mental power had been growing a little bit.

Since it is a method that can enhance mental power, Mo Chen naturally will not miss it, as for this strange feeling, he once again exerted the advantage of never drilling the horns of the bull, and left the things he didn't understand behind.

Time flies, the night fades, the sky turns white, and the day of the Nine Cities on Martial Arts has finally arrived.

On this special day, the city is much more lively than usual early in the morning, with a surging flow of people chatting with each other and gossiping with each other, gathering towards the huge square in the center of the city.

At this moment, an area has been opened up in the square, surrounded by a simple fence to prevent ordinary people from breaking into it, and there is an entrance to the south of the fence to facilitate the entry of participants, and ten huge black iron rock rings have been standing within the fence, quietly waiting for many warriors.

In the northernmost area, a high platform stands at the edge of the ring, which is a place prepared for the city lord and the representatives of the sect, where they will observe the warriors on the ten rings, and if they encounter a satisfactory target, they will write it down, and when he gets out of the ring, they will send someone to contact him.

Therefore, most of the people who participated in the conference had only one purpose, that is, to try their best to show their abilities in order to win the appreciation of the judges on the stage.

They knew very well that whether they entered the official mansion or were selected by the major sects to become disciples, it was much better than being an ordinary martial artist in the earthly world.