At this moment, outside the Tear Mansion where Su Ming was, the old man in the sky, who was sculpting the earth with the same reward, his expression became more and more solemn, and in the end, he even showed a trace of shock.

"Snow Pattern...... Sima Xin's brute pattern back then was the snow pattern, this cold snow pattern once whined the cold, and it was very suitable for practicing the wooden method of the Tianhan Sect!

Unexpectedly, I saw a snow pattern like Sima Xin again!" The old man took a deep breath, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"It's a good blood condensation great consummation to open the dust, but you can clearly feel two completely different brute lines, you gave up the fire moon, and now this cold snow pattern ...... , it should fit your state of mind.

However, from Sima Xin's body, the faint person can come out, the pattern of cold and snow, which is the extreme of the ice ridge, and the desire to break off is the knowledge of no fear...... ......"The old man sentry, looking at the earth solemnly, his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate everything, and he saw the one sitting cross-legged in the deep mountain tear mansion, covered with cold mold...... A sad man.

"If he gives up knowing again...... , Unless he can feel the third kind of brute lines, otherwise the evidence, only hastily choose a pattern that does not meet his own, if he does not choose, it will be cultivated to be permanently solidified at this time, and it cannot be climbed...... "The old man showed a trace of worry on his face, he had a deep understanding of the brute lines, in the history of the barbarians, there have been some dust openers who have no talents, but these people, without exception, are all cultivated to no longer be able to catch up, and their lives have stopped.

If you don't have a barbarian pattern, you can't be considered a real barbarian!

"He shouldn't give up anymore......" The old man was muttering to himself, when his expression suddenly changed.

In the deep mountains of the earth, in the house of tears, Su Mingqi, who was sitting cross-legged on his knees, was echoing in his inner world.

"Put it in the mirror, when you turn around, don't take ......it away," Su Ming whistled, he looked at the ice mirror on his head, looked at the ice flower in it, and looked at the white man behind the ice flower.

"Can I put this matter in the mirror and not take it away......" Su Ming's face showed a bodhisattva on his face, and he sighed again.

"I missed an appointment......"

"You can't even abandon this memory and the budding of your youth...... If I do that, even if I can get this cold snow pattern, I, will I still be ......" Su Ming closed his eyes.

"It's a dust-opening pattern, I didn't expect that the dust-opening pattern was so conjured up, tracing the moon in the water, and the spider in the mirror......

These are all illusory, they are not real! All of this is just a mirror, after all, it is not my choice!" Su Ming's eyes opened.

"Mirrors...... I don't want it!" At the moment when Su Ming testified to this, a large number of cracks immediately appeared in the ice realm in front of him, and under the sound of Ye Ye, it suddenly collapsed into countless fragments, together with the ice flower in it, and the figure of Bai Yong, it also seemed to be split into several parts, existing in each fragment, and scattered in Su Ming's face.

"Stupid!" The old man in the sky, after seeing this scene, Sui Sui spoke, but he didn't want to stop Su Ming when he gave up the brute pattern for the first time, but watched Su Ming do it.

"But it's enough courage! The heart meets the requirements of my brother, if you can really not come up with the third brute pattern, then even if you can't do my brother and can't pass my test, I will send you to the Tianhan Sect!"

Time flowed timidly, and soon it was night, but the dark night of this day was filled with blue light and blood light all day, and the scene of the temple was sniped in the intermittent scene.

On her, in the Tear Mansion, Su Ming's body was cold and mildew, and there was no ice and cold on the rock wall of the Tear Mansion, and the inside and outside of the entire umbrella mountain were back to normal.

"Can't you do it......" The old man in the sky, after waiting for a long time, sighed.

But he didn't leave, but was still in mid-air, continuing to wait, timidly, the night passed, when the sky was bright, Su Ming, who was in the deep mountain tear mansion, was still sitting cross-legged, motionless, and no longer wanted to think about the traces of the barbarian pattern, like a simple sleep.

"He gave up the fire moon, indicating that the tribe where he grew up cultivated non-fire, because it was different, because it was unwilling, so it was not chosen. ”

"He gave up the cold lines, he didn't want to be fearless, he didn't want to be cold, it shows that he was heavy on ......"

"But the more such a person is, the more unsuitable he is for practicing my exercises and inheritance, and he can't do evil ...... Can't do it...... The sunset, the test, in fact, the scriptures are not needed. Three days later, the old man sighed, and he glanced at her deeply, and did not continue to wait, he knew in his heart that although the time to open the dust was only more and less, once he woke up from Mo Xian, it would mean the end.

And at this moment, he sensed Su Ming, who was in the Tear Mansion, and opened his eyes.

"If you choose the cold, I will open the ...... then" The old man muttered to himself, with regret, with something to borrow, his body walked towards a ginger step in the distance, his back was only a lonely candle, as it went away, the blue light and blood light of this place gradually became illusory, and finally lost together with the stone statue that was always closed.

"Failed...... In the Tear Mansion, Su Ming opened his eyes, looked at the Yan Pi in front of him, and whispered softly, it was very dark and quiet, and in the quiet, Su Ming raised his head.

His expression was calm, he didn't feel sorry, he didn't fluctuate, but silently in this darkness, as if asking himself, whether it was worth it to give up two powerful brute lines.

"Huoyue, unlike my tribe, let me change my tribe, and from now on I will no longer be a member of the Wushan tribe, but a fire barbarian...... I don't want to. ”

"Hanxue, let me put all my emotions in the mirror, turn around and don't take it away, I can't do this. Even so, there are no regrets.

Su Ming could feel that with the relinquishment of his body that he had given up twice in a row, he seemed to have lost his activity, and only then did he have the meaning of decay.

"What is a tattoo...... Su Ming didn't care about the decay of his cultivation, but looked up at the pitch-black rock wall above, the sentry.

"Tattoo is a kind of expression of one's own heart, a kind of special knowledge, only one's own state knowledge...... , this is what Ah Gong once said to him back then, and Su Ming has always remembered the testimony. Seek demons

"Why don't you think about ......it," Su Ming smiled.

His smile was very light, but in that faint smile, there was only a trace of consciousness that no outsider could get at the moment.

"Because people in this world often don't know, they are the only ones, they don't know their own hearts, they need to think about it, they need to feel their hearts...... ，

The so-called brute pattern, in fact, is also a kind of self-questioning!" Su Ming's eyes were calm, not fluctuating, but he gradually became a deep canopy.

"I asked myself, and I found out about the Fire Moon and the Cold Spider...... , but this is just a flash in the pan, even if I ask myself to get it, not necessarily, it is really what I want. Su Ming raised his right hand and placed it in front of him.

He molded his right hand, and his eyes flickered.

"Tenacity, it is precisely because of this time that I really know what I want, what kind ......of tattoo is it" Su Ming smiled, put the tip of the food in his right hand to his mouth, and bit it and secreted blood, the blood was very viscous, and it contained the power of Su Ming's body at the moment.

Under the condensation of this dust-breaking power, this blood belongs to brute blood!

"Draw brute lines with brute blood...... Su Ming's hand was not disturbed at all, he pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and drew the first stroke of brute lines in his life towards Xia Si!

It was a blood-colored scar that began at the center of his brow, past the tip of his nose, past his lips, and was directly connected to his lower scar.

If the brute pattern is depicted, it will trigger the reaction of the dust force in the body, and there will be a scene of red mist surging in a large area of skin like the first, but now, it has not just appeared.

"My tattoo is the Hugh of my will...... , Su Ming's eyes became brighter and brighter, and in the depths of his pupils, there seemed to be some pictures, and those pictures were deeply imprinted in his belly, and he would never forget them for the rest of his life.

His right hand stroked and drew another stroke on his face, past his left eye. But under this stroke, the power of opening the dust in its body chalk is still calm, and it has not been triggered.

"It was not obtained from Mo Xiang, but after giving up Mo Xiang, it was confirmed that it was ......" Su Ming whistled, closed his eyes, and drew the third stroke, on his face, there were only three blood-colored long plagues at the moment, but it was difficult to figure out, what was he painting, perhaps, only the picture that existed in the pupils of his closed eyes at this moment could be clearly revealed, and the brute lines that Su Ming wanted to draw.

"It's not the Moon of Fire!" Su Ming drew the fourth stroke, the fifth knowledge,

"It's not cold snow!" On his face, the bloodstains were a little confused, and although there were many of them, they were always missing the remnants that connected them in the winter, making it impossible to figure out what the picture was.

"It knows ......" Su Ming didn't know how many brushes he had drawn, at this moment, his right hand was eating, and the moment his eyes opened timidly, his food was on those chaotic blood plagues, like an eye, these blood plagues were completely connected together, forming a five-peaked mountain!

Five peaks, Osan Mountain!

In the scraping of this Wushan pattern, the dust opening power in Su Ming's body was aroused, making his whole body filled with a large amount of red mist, and these mist clouds rushed into the pattern of the five peaks, making this Wushan look like the real thing!

If the sky is evil and does not go, after seeing this pattern, it will definitely sigh, this is a mountain pattern, which belongs to the most common kind of barbarian pattern...... But in the same way, after he sighed, he would definitely take a breath and turn his sigh into shock, which was even enough to surpass Su Ming's fire moon and cold snow patterns that he had felt several times, making him almost unbelievable!

The patterns of the brute lines are very simple, and the calculation of two things can be drawn as complicated, which can be like ......

Su Ming's eternal shirt was open, and his right hand did not pause after drawing Osan Mountain, but on his chest, between softness and remembrance in his eyes, he gradually drew a stroke...... A tribe!

Starting tomorrow, three chapters a day!!(To be continued)