Han Tingzhen sat down, and Lin Shan, Lin Sui, and Lin Yan, who followed Han Tingzhen, sat down at the same time, released their inspiration, began to meditate, and began to chase those spirits along those nicks.

In addition to these people in Da Liao, the spiritual monks of several other countries in the Central Continent also felt the wonder of the spirituality in those nicks, and felt the great power and mystery contained in them.

However, they didn't sit down like Han Tingzhen and the others, and each released their own inspiration to meditate, visualize, and comprehend, but looked at Yi Jun like everyone else, waiting for his decision.

At this time, these people didn't just believe in these two words for Yi Jun, they were simply obsessed.

Imagine, everyone chose to enter the Starlight Great Array casually, only Yi Jun was slow to enter, and in the end, he insisted on disobeying the will of the stone tablet at the entrance of the Great Array, and although the illusion he entered seemed extremely difficult at first, it turned out that it was the only correct path, in that environment, Yi Jun obtained the white shell of the rope bridge that no one had obtained, and obtained a very high-level Heavenly Spirit Power.

Then, Yi Jun and the others did not choose the high-level items in the small house, and insisted on changing them to the lowest-level thorn grass, which proved that only this thorn grass would not control the spirit and turn them into walking dead.

What happened just now was an eye-opener for everyone, in the face of the ancient altar that was exactly the same as the temple altar, Yi Jun didn't even go to sacrifice, but chose to break the roof, and as a result, they saw a visualization of the Great Demon Palace, which was more advanced than the temple altar.

What kind of inspiration is this, or what kind of magical luck is this, everything Yi Jun does is right, and there is no wrong opportunity.

On the other hand, they have the opportunity to make mistakes everywhere and be played around by this illusion.

Therefore, even if Han Tingzhen, who is recognized as having the highest spiritual power, the deepest realm, and the widest knowledge, takes the lead, these people still choose to believe in Yi Jun and wait for his choice, if he doesn't choose, they definitely don't choose.

"Follow Yi Jun to have meat to eat. "One of the high-level spiritual priests of the Four Realms even opened his mouth to say this very embarrassing and very hurtful sentence of the spiritual priests of the Four Realms.

"Do you still break it? fight, Yi Jun, I support you. The little fat man He Jin began to guess, and his conjecture also had a certain logic, because the Great Demon Palace and the temple were the same four mysterious places, why didn't he believe in the altar of the temple and believed in the visualization map of the Great Demon Palace?

After all, this is an illusion, not a real Great Demon Palace.

Well, this logic is indeed a bit nonsense, and some of the meaning of taking sides, but, I have to say, it also has a certain amount of truth.

However, whether it was the shy sycophancy of the Four Realms Great Spirit Warrior, or the speculation of He Jin's thoughts, Yi Jun didn't pay attention to it, he just stared at those nicks at this time, looked in the direction of the nicks, and looked at them very carefully.

However, Yi Jun didn't release his inspiration to chase and entangle the spirits in the nicks, he was just watching, simply looking, he didn't move his inspiration, and he didn't take out his golden spear and smash it over, he was just watching.

Everyone didn't know why, seeing Yi Jun like this, they could only look at those nicks according to his appearance and grasp the mystery of those nicks.

"Silly, just look at a fart, you can see a fart without inspiration. For Yi Jun and everyone's approach, Han Tingzhen scoffed at it and secretly laughed at everyone for being too stupid.

Of course, with Han Tingzhen's personality, he will not persuade everyone hard, and it would be very contrary to his Han Tingzhen's principle of being a man if he does not lead them astray, but his point of view is: either my brother is my enemy, and for the enemy, of course, I hope that they are weaker and better.

Therefore, he ignored the crowd as well, and all his inspiration radiated to focus on the spirituality in those nicks, and did his best to arrest them.

In this way, a group of people sat and stood, standing motionless in front of the wall.

One hour, two hours...... Seventy-two hours passed, and gradually, some of them couldn't hold on anymore and slowly fell.

These people include Lin Shan, Lin Yan, Lin Sui, Sima Suyi, and other spiritual monks below the Four Realms.

Han Tingzhen still has abundant energy, Ye Guochang's old spiritual priest also has abundant energy, and several high-level spiritual priests from the Four Realms of the Exotic Continent who followed Yi Jun are also full of energy, and they all continue to persist at this time and do not move.

Time continued to flow forward without stopping, and Yi Jun seemed to be a little tired, and he sat down cross-legged at this time.

Seeing Yi Jun sitting down, the eyes of Ye Guochang's old spirit warriors and those four realms high-level spirit warriors lit up, and they thought that Yi Jun was going to use his inspiration to feel those spirits, so they also hurriedly sat down.

However, Yi Jun did not enter the meditation, but reached out and took down his backpack and took out his paintbrush, paper and inkstone from it.

Using spiritual power to condense some water droplets into the inkstone, and after grinding the ink, Yi Jun spread out a blank piece of paper on the ground, and then began to paint.

In the beginning, he just tipped the lines on the wall, one by one, and reproduced them on the paper in proportion, using the shades of the brush and ink to express their depths.

In this way, Yi Jun kept drawing.

Because Yi Jun didn't have a lot of paper, when he finished drawing all the lines on the wall and used up the only eight pieces of paper, he started to draw from the first sheet again, and this time, he started to draw the scratches on the wall from different angles.

Soon, he had finished drawing eight more sheets of paper, so he changed the angle and started drawing the scratches from the first sheet again, over and over again......

Time kept passing, and after another seventy-two hours, Yi Jun's drawing paper was slowly covered with ink, and it was no longer possible to see which were the new brushstrokes, which were the old brushstrokes, and those brushstrokes were overlapped, dyeing a piece of paper into a pitch black piece, as if it was a piece of black paper, without any strokes.

The ink had also run out, and at this time, there was only clear water condensed by Yi Jun's spiritual power in the inkstone.

Yi Jun then began to dip his pen in the water and began to smear the already black drawing paper.

It's still those scratches, but this time, Yi Jun changed the order, no longer painting from top to bottom, but on the contrary, starting from bottom to top.

The water kept washing the paper that had turned black, slowly washing away the ink that had become dry on it.

And so, after another hundred and forty-four hours, the eight sheets of white paper were once again white.

And at this time, a smile suddenly appeared on Han Tingzhen's face, and the next moment, he suddenly stood up from the ground.

As Han Tingzhen stood up, a sense of coercion like a mountain also rose in everyone's hearts, Han Tingzhen was not tall, but as he stood up, everyone felt that a mountain rose from the ground, as if the substance of the coercion came, so that everyone felt that the entire hall was suddenly dark, and the hazy halo on the wall was also blocked, and the entire hall became pitch black. (To be continued.) )