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In the prison hall, Wu Yang Yu sat on a futon, carefully comprehending his own immortal power.

With the operation of immortal power, wisps of dark golden divine light continued to wander on the surface of this body, transforming into infinite crystal light, which continued to flow in it.

Gradually, in the midst of this gradual operation, the immortal power had begun to become more and more pure, and layers of dark golden crystals, almost materialized, began to envelop and condense.

In the depths of that body, a section of the backbone that shimmered like jade light, constantly filled with pure power, was then swallowed by that immortal power, and integrated into every inch of flesh and blood in the body, refining and nourishing Wu Yang Yu's muscles and bones, making it even stronger.

"Hoo ......"

With a breath of turbid breath exhaled, Wu Yangyu's eyes finally opened slowly:

"It is worthy of the bone of the dragon, even if it has been fused with me now, but it has still not been completely refined, and the power in it is almost endless, let me ask for it......"

Although this feeling is real, Wu Yangyu has not lost his rationality, he knows very well that the reason why the power in this dragon bone appears is almost infinite is only because his strength is not strong enough.

"It seems that we still have to continue to work hard!"

Between the words, Wu Yangyu's fingers moved slightly, and there, a finger-length blade appeared in it.

The blade is like a sword, but it is like a child's toy, even if the cold light flickers, there is still no deterrent power, but only after the mind is deep into it, will you feel how terrifying the hidden power is.

On the surface of this small sword, a complex pattern of light appeared in it.

And the source of all sharpness and ferocity comes from this light pattern.

This sword was obtained by Wu Yangyu from the other party after killing Wang Huang of the royal family in the battle of Dragon City.

Moreover, this sword was casually thrown in the storage ring by the other party, and he didn't seem to care at all, or rather, even Wang Huang didn't feel the horror of this sword.

But.

Wu Yangyu, who has a strong divine power, can clearly feel how terrifying and extraordinary the power of the light patterns on this little sword's body is.

Carefully studying this light pattern, Wu Yangyu's brows began to frown slowly.

According to Wu Yangyu's observation, one of the reasons why this small sword is inconspicuous is because the fluctuations of this light pattern are very vague, unless it has a good spiritual power, you can feel the horror in it, and another point is very important, the material of this small sword is very ordinary.

It's like a work that has been tempered by a blade and refined at will.

It is precisely because of these two points that this little sword is so unappreciated.

"Sneer......"

The power of immortality operated, and suddenly on the small sword, there was a tremble, and a three-foot sword qi in the tip of the sword moved quickly, as if the flow of substantive words was not stopped, and in an instant, the entire space was clearly filled with a sharp and terrifying aura.

"It's just an ordinary metal fabric, but in the process, it has a completely different power, even comparable to the horror of a divine weapon. ”

As he muttered to himself, Wu Yangyu's eyes locked on the light patterns on the small sword again.

The entire light pattern, like an inscription imprint, under the urging of his immortal power, a halo of light clearly began to appear in it, and all the power was poured into the small sword through this light pattern again, and then, the sword qi was formed.

"Divine Pattern...... This is the work of a pattern refiner!"

Cold, a bold idea, appeared in Wu Yangyu's heart.

The pattern refiner, also respected as the god pattern master, cultivates the way of the god pattern.

Even in the sect, the identity and status are extremely extraordinary.

At the beginning, Wu Yangyu's divine strength continued to improve, and he had the intention of cultivating the way of the divine pattern, but because of the obstruction of various things, this idea was put on hold for a while.

Right now.

With the appearance of this small sword, Wu Yangyu's idea of cultivating the way of the divine pattern also appeared again, and this idea began to become stronger and stronger.

His divine power has reached the level of the Seven Yan Realm, and usually, he is only evolving with the way of the formation, if he doesn't cultivate the way of this divine pattern, it will be too wasteful.

"Stinky Bird ......"

With a move in his mind, Wu Yangyu began to summon the Bird Emperor in his body.

"The bird is very busy......"

The Bird Emperor's divine thoughts came, obviously very unhappy about being disturbed by Wu Yangyu.

"Last time, weren't you going to teach me the way of the Divine Tattoo?"

Wu Yangyu said angrily.

This way of divine pattern is more profound than the way of formation, and it is difficult to achieve anything without the guidance of a master.

"Humph......"

For Wu Yangyu's insistence, the Bird Emperor snorted coldly:

"No...... A lot of the memories of the bird master have not been recovered, although there are some means of the way of the divine pattern, but it is very incomplete, and it is not from the foundation, even if you have a strong spiritual power, but without the foundation, it is still useless! So, you must get the foundation done first!"

After speaking, the Bird Emperor's breath retreated again, and no matter how Wu Yang Yu summoned him, he didn't reply for half a point.

"Sister's ......"

Wu Yangyu despised this guy angrily, since the last time he returned from Dragon City, the Fowl Emperor and the baby rarely appeared, and the two of them were mysterious, and they didn't know what they were studying.

"It seems that I can only start from the sect......"

"You want to learn the way of the Divine Tattoo?"

When Wu Yangyu appeared in front of Feng Xuanlie and explained his intention, Feng Xuanlie's face was replaced by astonishment.

"Yes, senior brother...... In our Fighting God Sect, it seems that there are also pattern refiners. ”

Wu Yangyu was very simple and directly stated his purpose.

"Little junior brother, your martial arts qualifications are very extraordinary, if you continue to study martial arts, your future achievements are immeasurable, why bother to study the way of this divine pattern, besides, this way of divine pattern not only requires a strong soul power to control, but more importantly, it also needs a huge spiritual power to urge and evolve......"

"Whoa......

Before Feng Xuanlie finished speaking, Wu Yangyu's palm spread slightly.

In the palm of his hand, there was a rapid evolution of the spirit pattern seal, and between the looming moments, a crazy and terrifying array aura quickly diffused.

"Hiss......"

Facing the evolution of that spirit seal, although Feng Xuanlie knew that this Wu Yang Yu would not make a move on him, the terrifying aura in it still made the true yuan power in his body begin to surge subconsciously.

"Forgot...... You are still a cultivator of the Formation Dao. ”

Feng Xuanlie patted his head and smiled helplessly.

He rarely saw Wu Yangyu make a move, and naturally, he also ignored Wu Yangyu's attainments in the way of formation, but today he really saw Wu Yangyu's performance, and Feng Xuanlie couldn't help but feel a sense of shock in his heart:

"Junior Brother, what level have you entered in this formation Dao?"

"The eight-rank formation, it should be able to be used......"

Wu Yangyu smiled slightly, and did not hide this.

"Demons!"

Feng Xuanlie couldn't wait to slap himself in the face, knowing that the young man in front of him was a monster, why did he still ask, knowing the answer, he was very hurt in his heart now......

"In that case, why don't you try it...... Although our sect also has pattern refining masters, the number is also very small, and besides, these guys' tempers are very strange, whether they can be favored or not depends on your ability!"

After instructing Wu Yangyu, Feng Xuanlie took Wu Yangyu to an ancient peak.

This ancient peak is inconspicuous, with an area of about twenty or thirty miles, and it is not close to the location of other halls, as if it is deliberately separated from the other forces of the Doushen Sect.

Above the ancient peak, it was slightly barren, and even the richness of the vitality was quite different from other places.

But.

When the two of them descended and fell, Wu Yangyu clearly felt that a mysterious fluctuation quickly loomed in this ancient peak.

This fluctuation seemed to be the breath of the formation, but Wu Yangyu could be sure that this was definitely not the power of the formation.

"Whoa......

The Eye of Qiyan opens.

Wu Yangyu suddenly looked thousands of kilometers away.

There, there is a stone statue several meters high.

The level of carving of these stone statues is simply miserable, and he can't even tell what kind of creature this is carved, but under the perception of Wu Yangyu's Qiyan Eye, he clearly feels that the source of the mysterious fluctuations comes from these stone statues.

"Prison Hall disciple Feng Xuanlie, ask to see Elder Lu......"

Meanwhile.

Feng Xuanlie's body moved slightly, and he had already begun to salute those stone statues.

"Click!"

Before Wu Yangyu could react, he saw one of the stone statues with a fat body and a beast-faced human body, and he slowly opened his eyes, and after turning a few times, he took a few glances at Wu Yangyu and Feng Xuanlie's body:

"For Gou Chen's sake, get out of here......"

Gou Chen is the hall master of the prison hall, and the other party dares to call him by his name, it can be seen from this point alone that this so-called Elder Lu's identity is obviously not inferior to Gou Chen.

"Elder Lu, this time the disciple came not for the Divine Tattoo, but also to ask the elder to see it and let the disciple ......say it clearly."

Although this Elder Lu was already driving people away, Feng Xuanlie didn't want to leave like this, trying to fight for Wu Yangyu to continue to fight for opportunities.

"Who do you think you are, old man......?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as Feng Xuanlie's words fell, all of a sudden, there was a sudden movement in the entire space, and a terrifying aura began to evolve from here.

For example, a seemingly inconspicuous grass beside Wu Yangyu flickered wildly with a blurred light, and traces of divine patterns appeared in it, like a cyan divine sword out of the sheath, and for a while, the sword qi danced wildly.

For example, a stone about the size of a fist directly appeared with an earthy yellow divine pattern, and then, it burst out with a crushing aura like a sacred mountain......

At this moment, Wu Yangyu's face couldn't help but twitch fiercely.

Who would have imagined that in this entire mountain peak, every grass, tree, and even a stubborn stone would have traces of divine patterns.

What a boring person this is to have this time to imprint that incomparably precious divine pattern on a grass and a stone......