Chapter 1237

On the red copper wall, Sun Yi found that many strong people left the mark of gun stabbing, stretched out their hands to touch, and there were many different artistic conception of gun contained in it.

"These traces vary in depth. Is it because of the artistic conception of the gun?" Duanmu Miao observed carefully.

"I think so. I'll try." Sun Yat Sen nodded.

"Whew!" A spear that ran through heaven and earth shot out of Sun Yat-sen's heart and hit the red copper wall heavily, leaving a trace of little finger thickness.

Leaving a mark on the red copper wall is not because of the strength of the gun. Sun Yi understands that it is caused by the deep understanding of the artistic conception of the gun.

He felt deeply about the gun, and a gun awn he pinched at will could leave a trace, which also increased his confidence. Maybe he could really leave this desperate situation.

"There is another line written by the strong man of hell."

Suddenly, Sun Yi saw a line of text next to the trace. This was when he saw someone who could leave text on the wall.

The ghost was full of Qi, and all ghosts cried and howled. At a glance, it seemed that there was the power of all ghosts to sink, and they couldn't extricate themselves into the Jiuyou abyss.

"I think Xue Dingjun is invincible all his life. He is trapped in half of the endless years. He is looking for an opportunity to come to this broken world and enter this red copper palace. I am stupid and can't understand the artistic conception of this gun. If it's the artistic conception of the knife, I will be able to understand it. I'm really unwilling."

This is left by a semi supreme power, full of this semi supreme power's unwillingness.

"Xue Dingjun, isn't that the runner king a billion years ago? It's hard for the Lord to kill him, but he disappeared in the last ten million years of his life. It turned out that he sat here. "

Duanmu Miao recognized Xue Dingjun's identity. He was a runner king and an invincible half respect that could shake the way of heaven.

"Combined with the last words left by many strong people, if you want to leave, you must first understand the long gun drawn with blood."

Sun Yi's eyes showed their sharpness, and he stared at the long gun.

No matter which civilization, there are always more sword repairers than gun repairers. Almost ten of the ten people repair swords. Many martial arts practitioners can master sharp swordsmanship.

There are few people who repair guns. At least Sun Yi has not seen many people repair guns from weak to strong. Most of them are swords.

For no other reason, the gun is more difficult to repair than the sword on a certain level.

The sword can be divided into gentleman's sword, villain's sword and mediocre sword. Almost anyone with character can cultivate the sword into a different charm.

The gun is different. The gun pays attention to not moving forward and being frank. It is the overlord of the army. It should wipe out all blocking enemies with the gun and have the momentum of dominating the world.

If the sword is the king's sword, then the gun is the overlord, the gun of man and the gun of overlord. It is difficult for ordinary martial artists to understand the hegemony in the gun.

Without this tyranny, it's better to use a sword.

At first glance, the blood gun would only shock. When Sun Yi completely immersed his mind, a different artistic conception came like a tide.

It seems that there is only one gun between heaven and earth. When it blooms, the five lights are bright. The power of any Tao is trembling, and the chaos is trembling. One gun cuts out, and the whole chaos seems to be calm and suddenly erupts like the tide.

The moment is prosperous, youth is like a flash in the pan, and the power of the gun can destroy a world in an instant.

Dominating heaven and earth, this is the artistic conception of the gun left by the Lord.

"Hoo Hoo...!" Sun Yi was panting and sweating all over.

The gun is too domineering to pierce a chaos. This is the invincible artistic conception of the gun owner. He wants to shake the sky with the gun, but it's a pity that he has fallen.

"What's the matter?" Duanmu Miao wiped Sun Yi's sweat with concern.

"It's all right. I think whether I can escape depends on this gun. I'll understand the gun in the next period of time."

Sun Yi clutched Duanmu Miao's white hand and said solemnly with bright eyes.

He already knew how to get out of trouble. If he wanted to leave, he must use the gun to lead the blood that will never dry up and open the closed door.

"Do you believe me?" Sun Yi has been holding duanmumiao's hand heavily at the moment.

In that dreamland, although they have been married, it is only a dreamland, and now it is true, the touch of soul and body.

After a long kiss, Sun Yi and Duanmu Miao separated.

After taking a look at Duanmu Miao, Sun Yi sat down cross legged and stared at the bloody gun, ready to understand the gun.

Duanmu Miao also sat down not far from Sun Yi to cultivate the power of the avenue.

In this way, Sun Yi kept understanding the gun, and it was difficult to understand the artistic conception in the gun, so most of the Taoist emperors had no choice but to bury their bones here.

"With a domineering gun and a strong sense of war, the master of these three steps of creation has a competition with the God of war."

During this time, zhongjinshu was not idle. He used his knowledge to help sun Yiwu gun and tell Sun Yi his experience.

With the help of the Golden Book, Sun Yi is even more like a duck to water. It can be said that in a way, Sun Yi is luckier than those semi dignitaries. He has an old monster who has lived from the flood to the present to help him.

One month, two months, three months

"Boom!" A gun whirled into the red copper wall, which slightly attracted blood and left a trace half a foot deep.

"Progress, several times better than before." The Golden Book praised.

"But this is not enough. The artistic conception of this gun is far from enough. This blood gun."

Sun Yi shook his head helplessly, and then he looked at duanmumiao.

All kinds of visions, the sound of the avenue is continuous, and the glory of the Tao is bright. The power of dozens of avenues turns into ribbons and winds around the delicate body of duanmumiao. It seems that this posture is about to break through the emperor of the Tao.

Her aptitude belongs to the top, but she doesn't love cultivation. In this closed environment, she calms down to understand the Tao, which is as fierce as a rainstorm.

"Continue to understand the gun. I'm sure that if I can understand the artistic conception in the gun, my strength will have a leap."

Sun Yi fell into the gun again. In his mind, pictures appeared, and he tirelessly realized the gun.

Unconsciously, he fell into an epiphany. The whole person was completely ethereal. He only had that shot in his eyes, and he didn't even feel the passage of years.

Get rid of distractions completely and enter a realm of selflessness.

This state is the state that martial artists most want to escape into. Once, martial artists entered this state and directly became a half statue from the Taoist emperor.

"He's still awake."

I don't know how long later, Duanmu Miao opened her eyes. The fluctuation on her body was the emperor of Taoism. She understood several Taoism into 50%. She looked at Sun Yi as if she couldn't see enough forever.

"His Tao is also sublimating."

Duanmu Miao held his chin, looked at Sun Yi blankly, and sank into cultivation again.

His life and death turned into two black and white Qi entangled together, which could make the stars chaotic. The universe evolved from prosperity to weakness, and a real life and death pole, which seemed to dominate the ups and downs of an era.

In the past, I don't know how long. Sun Yi didn't move. He was like a sitting monk and turned a deaf ear to the outside world.

Duanmu Miao looked at Sun Yi painfully, but did not dare to disturb. She understood that Sun Yi had reached a very important moment at the moment.