The sharp knife was gray, and Bu Li didn't use his soul power. For so many years, apart from Cai Xiaoxian and Da Hei, there is only this sharp knife that has been by Bu Li's side. It's even longer than when Cai Xiaoxian was with Bu Li, and from Bu Li to the Soul Lan Continent, it's there. It seems that this knife has crossed into the Soul Lan Continent with him, and Bu Li thinks so inexplicably in his heart.

This kind of mysterious feeling can't be explained, as if I still remember something from the past.

Prior to this, Bu Li had also carved patterns on his body with a sharp knife countless times. But because of the uncontrollable self-healing ability, the engraving will disappear quickly. Because of this, a genius boy fell. But it also gave Bu Li a chance to practice carving, and every time he held a sharp knife, he would have a feeling of familiarity to his bones.

The tip of the knife touched the skin of his left arm, and he felt a slight chill. Piercing the skin and touching the muscles blessed by the old vines, Bu Li took a sense of proportion, and at that end, no longer going deeper, but drew an arc, and the head of the marching ant appeared on Bu Li's left arm.

Hu Wu looked at the sharp knife in Bu Li's hand, and suddenly felt a cold autumn mood into his bones, as if thousands of years of time flowed out of nothingness inexplicably, and the vicissitudes of life were all in it. What kind of strength is this? I already feel the vicissitudes of life without revealing it, and I still have no hostility towards myself, but what if I have hostility?

Hu Wu looked at Bu Li a little inexplicably, his eyes were not staring at the inscription, but kept looking at the sharp knife in Bu Li's hand. The gray appearance, as if it had been immutable for eternity, was inconspicuous. And at this moment, Hu Wu felt a strangeness around him, and the passage of time was distorted in the sharp knife. It seems that he has seen his past and present lives, seen the great thousand worlds that he has walked through for countless years, and saw the Tianlan family being ruined, and the Tianlan white fox has fallen to every corner of the three thousand worlds.

Suddenly sad and inexplicable, I wanted to cry for a long song.

Hu Wu reacted very quickly, and in the snap of his fingers, he suddenly retracted his mind, although he was nostalgic, he forcibly grasped his desire and closed his eyes. The irritability in his chest was extremely depressed, and he took a few deep breaths before calming down slightly. Gone mad, these four words have never appeared in Hu Wu's cultivation. The Tianlan clan is proficient in the art of illusion, so this kind of illusion of heavenly demons entering the body is just an experience for the people of the Tianlan clan.

But that illusion just now was terrible...... Hu Wu still had palpitations after reaching the end.

Vigilant in his heart, he slowly opened his eyes, and in the gray light and shadow, there was a faint black phoenix pattern, and there were two seal characters of dragons flying and phoenixes dancing - years.

Hu Wu didn't dare to look at it like before, this knife was too powerful, and when he looked at it, his mind was about to be taken in. It is no wonder that the person he favored by the old man could not have a little strange place? Strong self-healing ability, patience in hunting in the mountains and forests, these specialties can only be said to be ordinary in Hu Wu's view, he has walked through the north and south of the river, and has seen thousands of mountains and rivers, what kind of genius he does not know the way? How many of them have fallen like meteors in the world after leaving their names? Who can really reach eternity?

The skin that his old man clings to will never be so mediocre.

Years, years, remembering my own experience just now, this name is really apt.

Da Hei lay on the ground, motionless. Just now, Hu Wu's mood fluctuated, and the breath on his body was released, Da Hei was shocked, and he couldn't bear it, and he didn't run away in a panic.

The tip of the sharp knife crossed Bu Li's left arm, and the vast breath became more and more vigorous, as if the vicissitudes of life had passed in an instant, as if the white clouds and dogs were flowing through the tip of the knife, and all that was left was to sigh by the railing.

Although Hu Wu didn't dare to immerse his body and mind in the sharp knife, he already felt that something was wrong when he looked at the carvings left by the sharp knife on Bu Li's arm.

The step away was extremely steady, leaving traces, but no blood flowed. With every movement, the sharp knife bypassed the blood vessels in the arm, or grazed the blood vessels. For physiological anatomy, Bu Li is extremely familiar, which no matter which master of the Soul Lan Continent can compare. There is no blood flowing, which means that there is no time for scabs, which is more conducive to the entry of the original carved beast and the tempering of soul power.

It's a little interesting, Hu Wu looked at Bu Li's skillful movements, like a cook and a cow, and sighed in his heart, how many people did this kid kill in his last life, how could he be so skilled. It's a talent, a habit that runs through the veins with a knife in hand.

But there was something wrong, Hu Wu groaned, carefully examined the inscription, and examined the steps. It wasn't until the tattoo of the marching ant had been engraved on Bu Li's body that Hu Wu could see that the years had passed in the sharp knife, and it was not his own illusion, and the tattoo of a military ant with hundreds of years of experience appeared vividly in front of him. Maybe it's been thousands of years, and this carved body is much more powerful than the army ant itself.

This is a unique scene on the Soul Lan Continent. Sketching the carving, the power of the carving beast will be weakened, even the most top-notch carving master can't avoid this. Therefore, the closer anyone gets to completely retaining the strength of the Tattooed Beast, the more sought after they are. However, the carved beast that appeared under the sharp knife was not only smooth and realistic, but also ...... Hu Wu was in a trance.

Although in the Soul Lan Continent, Hu Wu could only use soul techniques and could not use the inscription, it did not affect Hu Wu's understanding of the inscription.

Originally, I thought that it would be considered a good fortune to be able to have six or seven percent of the strength left, but I didn't expect that the ability of the army ants was more than doubled out of thin air? Is this the technique of stepping away or the strength of the sharp knife?

Immersed in thought, Hu Wu didn't feel how much time had passed at all. It wasn't until Bu Li completed the last stroke and the sharp knife in his hand left his left arm that Hu Wu woke up.

"How's that?" Bu Li is also very satisfied with his craft, if he goes back, he can't find a hospital to be a doctor, he can tattoo the girls any way, tattoo a crayon Xiaoxin, girl. Distracted, giggling, and self-regulated. It wasn't a long time just now, but there was no trembling or change in the hand in the engrossion, and every arc was so rounded and realistic, even if it was a step, it was difficult to withstand this huge mental pressure.

Hu Wu was noncommittal, jumped up from Da Hei's body, picked up the yellow-green bamboo bottle, and a pitch-black soul was directly poured into the inscription on Bu Li's body.

"Close your eyes and concentrate!" Hu Wu shouted, like a thunderbolt exploding in Bu Li's ears. didn't have time to slander Hu Wu so suddenly, Bu Li felt the fluctuation of the soul power in his body, and then sat cross-legged and directly entered the meditation state, absorbing the soul power of this military ant.

The white mist appeared, and Bu Li was half-asleep and half-awake, and he didn't know if the path appeared from his own body or he entered the blurred "dream".

The fog shrouded Buli, Hu Wu, and Da Hei, and there was a thick fog all around, and Buli felt that he was extremely relaxed, and he wanted to return with the wind.

"It's going to be quick. The voice of the presence of a joke sounded in the mist, as if it was laughing at the walk, and it seemed like it was simply stating a thing. A few words, but with a meaning that seems to be indescribable, he sighed lightly, and sure enough, it was the existence of the demon to the extreme.

"Otherwise, uncle, you always urge it. Bu Li was also accustomed to talking to this existence in such a nonchalant tone, and said with a smile. In the dream, Buli finally let go of the heavy mood on his body and enjoyed a rare relaxing time.

The white mist fluctuated slightly, and the being said, "Hey, it's actually a gold devouring beast?" ”

Hu Wu prostrate on the ground and said respectfully: "It's all that should be done, as long as your old man is satisfied." ”

"Get up, the man has gold under his knees, don't kneel down for no reason, be careful and get used to it, you can't stand up. The men of our Tianlan clan would rather die standing than live on their knees. ”

Hu Wu snorted, and the black clothes on his body rose without wind, as if he was stirred by the violently fluctuating mood, and it was difficult to help himself.

"Isn't it a marching ant, why is it called a gold devouring beast?" Bu Li asked strangely.

"Bullshit marching ants, it's really uncultured. It's terrible to be uneducated. The existence in the mist said: "This is not a creature of the Soul Lan Continent, it is a gold-devouring beast, it lives by devouring metal veins, and its whole body is extremely hard. ”

Hu Wu was praised by the existence again, and his heart was overjoyed. He didn't think about what he was thinking, how could he know the Dao, in Hu Wu's heart, he should be an omniscient and omnipotent existence.

"What abacus?" Bu Li asked, a little strange, is this still a serial?

"Go ahead, swallow that old vine. The being didn't answer Buli's question, and the white mist changed, ebbing and flowing. A small golden beast appeared on the ground behind the white mist, looking like it was bowing down to its presence in the white mist. Da Hei also entered the "dream" of Bu Li, and shrank back vigorously, hiding in the white mist.

"Wait!" Bu Li was stunned, stood up with a frown, and said.

"How?"

"What do you mean by swallowing that old vine?" asked Bu Li. As soon as this sentence came out, I thought that in the Divine Relic Mountain Range, the white fox carving behind the girl named Zhang Xitong devoured Zhang Xitong's other inscriptions and coexisted with Zhang Xitong.

"Scared?"

"I'm not afraid. "I believe in you, no matter what you do, I believe it." ”

In this sentence, Buli did not lie, and he was very frank.

"But, I remember, at the beginning, what you said to the old vine was not like that. "Step off the road.

"What did I say?"

"Do you want to live forever, follow this kid called Buli to take a look at the Great Thousand Worlds Realm, and let your strength increase......" Buli couldn't remember what the existence in the white mist said to the old vine at that time, but simply said what it meant at that time.

"I lied to him, and you believe it. "That being said is light and clever, and it is not so strong.

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