As soon as Dong Bufan returned to the attic, he couldn't wait to take out the Vientiane Formation, and the quaint scroll appeared in front of him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In today's sects, almost all the books are re-copied, but this Vientiane Formation is the original.

Yang Dong's explanation to Dong Bufan is very simple, that is, this scroll that records the formation and experience is extremely strange, no matter who it is, it is impossible to transcribe the broken formation.

Even if you keep the broken formation in your heart, if you want to write it down, you will find that you suddenly forget everything.

This makes it impossible to re-transcribe at all.

The people of the Ling Sword Sect also once suspected that this scroll was strange, but after researching it, they couldn't study anything, so they had no choice but to give up.

Of course, if it was replaced with something else, Ling Jian Sect might not be able to take it out.

After all, there must be a demon when things go wrong, and this kind of thing must have its weirdness, but they haven't studied it.

However, the people of the Ling Sword Sect found that this thing was simply too useful, so they took it out and sold it.

It's just that Dong Bufan hasn't opened it yet, I'm afraid that when he looks at it, he will also have this thought.

Dong Bufan slowly opened the scroll, and the moment it was opened, a sense of simplicity and vicissitudes of life came to his face.

Dong Bufan looked at it with the excitement in his heart, and in Dong Bufan's opinion, this thing must not be simple.

But then, when Dong Bufan saw what was recorded on it, his expression suddenly froze, revealing a stunned expression.

"This ......"

Dong Bufan hurriedly looked at the scroll in reverse, and after a while, he took a thorough look at the scroll and looked at it carefully, and the stunned look on his face became even heavier.

"Isn't it?Ling Jianzong is too tricky, this thing actually requires five thousand points of contribution, Ling Jianzong, you are simply profiteers!" Dong Bufan showed a look of anger on his face.

On the scroll, there were too few things recorded, so little that Dong Bufan was helpless.

The experience recorded is only fifteen words: 'The formation is infinite and all-encompassing, and its formation is intentional, but it is invisible'.

As for the broken formation, it was even more broken to the extreme, and only one point was drawn on the entire scroll, and other than that, there was nothing.

"What's the matter, a point, is this one of the points in this Vientiane formation? What's the use of this? Can this also be called a broken formation?" Dong Bufan complained angrily: "This can't be called a formation at all!"

Five thousand points of contribution can be exchanged for spirit stones, which is not much, but if I knew this, Dong Bufan would exchange his five thousand points of contribution for something else.

Dong Bufan put it in front of him, his face full of depression.

"It's a real pit person, it's me Dong Bufan who pits people on weekdays, but now, I was actually cheated by this Ling Sword Sect, and the elder also cheated me, what can't be re-copied, in a word, a point, why can't it be re-copied?" Dong Bufan was extremely depressed in his heart.

Regarding this, Dong Bufan really blamed Yang Dong.

This scroll is indeed impossible to copy, and once, Yang Dong also took a look at it and tried to transcribe it.

But when he was about to draw that point, he suddenly found that he could not draw it anyway, and soon, in his mind, remembering a point on the scroll, he would forget, and after forgetting, he could draw it.

It's just that when I go to compare, I always feel that the points I draw are different from the points on this scroll.

"They said they couldn't copy it, so I'll copy it for you to see, and then ...... Hmph, Ling Jianzong, let Dao Ye and I see, who is pying whom!" Dong Bufan's face showed anger.

He wanted to copy it, and then take what he had copied, go to Hai Lantian and tell Ling Jianzong.

Dong Bufan took out a piece of paper, pen and ink, glanced at the scroll, and began to transcribe.

Fifteen words, very simple, Dong Bufan wrote it in two or three clicks, and then he wanted to draw that point.

However, at this time, Dong Bufan was stunned, holding the brush in his right hand, stopped in mid-air, and frowned tightly.

"What's going on, why don't I know how to draw this dot?"

Dong Bufan said to himself with a solemn face: "No, it's not painted like this, but what's wrong?

Dong Bufan's brows furrowed more and more, and he looked at the paper in front of him, but no matter what, he couldn't draw it, as if the point in his mind, no matter how he drew it, couldn't draw exactly the same.

Time passed slowly, Dong Bufan was stunned here, after a small half pillar of incense, Dong Bufan suddenly found that in his mind, he forgot the point on the scroll, and at this time, the brush in his hand also fell and dotted on the paper.

"What the hell is going on?"

Dong Bufan looked at the paper, his eyes fell on the point he had just drawn, and then he looked at the point on the scroll, but at this point, he felt, these two points were not the same at all.

Two points, the same size, are just one point, but in Dong Bufan's heart, he just feels different.

"What's going on?" Dong Bufan's heart was full of doubts.

After a little hesitation, Dong Bufan took out a new piece of paper and continued to transcribe.

In the blink of an eye, an hour passed, and Dong Bufan copied it four times, but he couldn't find it, he could only transcribe those fifteen words, and as for that point, he couldn't draw it anyway.

"It's not easy, this thing is definitely not an ordinary thing. ”

Dong Bufan's face showed a solemn expression, and his eyes were staring at the dot on the scroll.

"What's weird? Isn't it just a point?"

Dong Bufan secretly said in his heart, like a moment, he exuded his spiritual sense, and shrouded the scroll, his spiritual sense penetrated directly, obviously, this scroll was an extremely ordinary existence, and at the same time, his spiritual sense did not find anything at this point.

It's as if this is an ordinary dot that has been pointed up with a brush.

Then, Dong Bufan released a trace of aura and passed it towards the scroll, and found that the aura could be easily teleported into it, but there was no reaction.

Dong Bufan picked it up and tried to tear it open, maybe there was a clip in it.

But soon, he found that he couldn't destroy this scroll, even if he used his aura to bless it on his hands, he couldn't tear it apart.

"Daoye, I don't believe it!" The hatred in Dong Bufan's heart was stimulated.

Immediately afterwards, Dong Bufan directly took out the Yan Ying Sword and slashed towards it with the sharp tip of the sword, but as a result, there was no trace left on the scroll.

Even, in the end, Dong Bufan had already cast the three flame flames on the Flame Sword, but he still couldn't damage this scroll in the slightest.

After a while, Dong Bufan reluctantly gave up, he tried his best means, but the result was the same, and, halfway, he also used a brush to draw on it, but no matter what, he couldn't draw the slightest.