Chapter 549

The seven profound steps unfolded, daring to stop Mo Ling's Lin Yun before the other party went out.

Seeing the expression on the other's face, he smiled helplessly, but seeing Mo Ling's beautiful face, there was no sign of anger, and his expression was relaxed.

Obviously, the so-called farewell was just a joke with him.

"Remember?"

Mo Ling stretched out her hand and twisted open her delicate silver iron fan, revealing her snow-white wrist like lotus root, and said softly.

"I remember."

Lin Yun knew that the other party was playing with him, but the third-grade profound master meant a lot to him.

It is far more important than Xuanyinhua, and now I can only hold my nose and take it easy.

"Very good, then draw it for me to see. I'll see if you really remember the picture of the fire and phoenix that you learned six days ago."

"Right here?"

"Yes, right here."

In the courtyard, Lin Yun took out the spirit pattern pen and the blank banner scroll.

It's only been a few days, and he still hasn't forgotten.

Besides, he has never forgotten it, and it is even more impossible for him to forget the spiritual map he has drawn.

In retrospect, this picture of the fire and phoenix burning the original is the spiritual picture that he has seen in his life, second only to the picture of the tiger sniffing the rose. I still remember, when the nine picture scrolls were put together, the fire phoenix in the picture was shining brightly, like a living thing, as if it would jump out of the picture scroll at any time.

Mo Ling put away the silver iron fan in his hand and looked at it earnestly. He saw Lin Yunqing's handsome face with clear water chestnuts and bright lights flashing from time to time in his dark eyes.

One after another spiritual pattern slowly appeared under his flowing brushwork.

Those spirit patterns, either as thick as a mountain, or elegant and timeless, sometimes contain violent power, shining on the tip of the pen.

The Fire Phoenix Liaoyuan map ranks in the top ten in the entire third-grade spiritual map. In terms of lethality alone, it can even rank in the top five.

Looking at the entire Tianfu Academy, there are very few elders who can draw this picture. As for the disciples, only Mo Ling was able to reveal it.

After two full hours, Lin Yun let out a long sigh of relief, blood seeping from his eyes.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, his face was slightly pale, and he was exhausted.

With his current spiritual skills, it is still a bit reluctant to draw this picture of the fire and phoenix.

When the nine three-meter-long picture scrolls were put together, a rather vast picture scroll appeared in front of the two of them. In the painting, the fire phoenix has a flash of light in both eyes, and the wings are surrounded by a faint shimmer, which looks quite majestic.

Unfortunately, in the end, the important tail was missing seven feathers.

It is incomparable with Mo Ling's complete picture of the fire and phoenix, this is a dead thing.

"Sister, please take a look."

Lin Yun shook his head, not satisfied.

Mo Ling was stunned and speechless. He sighed after a long time: "You guy's spiritual pattern is really terrifying. It's hard to imagine how high you will reach if you pursue this path wholeheartedly. I'm afraid it won't be two years. , you can surpass me."

Such compliments made Lin Yun a little not used to it, so he could only say softly: "If you want to say that, it's also a good teaching from Senior Sister."

Hearing the words, Mo Ling's icy face showed a slight smile, and he pondered: "This picture, there are still seven feathers, and each feather is a third-grade spirit pattern. But in fact, these seven spirit patterns are all The same spirit pattern is called Fire Feather."

Lin Yun pondered: "That is to say, I only need to learn this fire feather spirit pattern, and then I can draw the fire phoenix blazing a prairie spirit map?"

"It's true, but it's not that simple. You'll know it if you try it."

Mo Ling unfolded the folding fan and swept it at will, and the nine scrolls fell to one side.

She re-opened a blank scroll on the stone table, and without saying a word, drew a fire feather pattern on it.

On the blank picture scroll, the fire feather pattern that exists alone does not seem to be too surprising.

The technique and process of the other party's drawing can be seen clearly by Lin Yun, and no steps have been missed.

"It doesn't seem difficult."

Lin Yun took the spirit pattern pen and repainted the third-grade spirit pattern fire feather pattern on another scroll.

Although the third-grade spirit pattern is complicated, for others, it is quite difficult to write. But Lin Yun can't forget it, if it's just a copy, it's not too difficult.

But before the drawing was normal, Lin Yun's face became quite ugly, and he felt that some kind of power was gathering little by little in his mind. With his writing, his headache was splitting, as if it was about to explode.

That kind of pain is many times crueler than his previous overdrawn mental power to draw spirit patterns.

In a trance, he only felt that the world was spinning, and the surrounding environment suddenly turned dark.

Except for the fire feather pattern in the pen, there is no other light, this feeling is quite bad, and the soul will be shattered faintly.

There was more fear in his heart for no reason, but he was surprised to find that he couldn't stop.

call out!

At this moment, a bright light shone between his eyebrows, the darkness of the world was bright, and Mo Ling appeared in the light.

The mysterious feeling disappeared, and Lin Yun woke up with a chill on his mouth. He stretched out his hand to wipe it, but his nose bleeds out, a strange color flashed on his face, and he said, "What's wrong with me?"

Mo Ling's jewel-like eyes flashed with aura, and said: "You should know that the spiritual power of a mysterious master is much stronger than that of ordinary martial artists."

"I know this. I don't draw a spiritual map on weekdays, and my spiritual power will gradually grow when it is overdrawn. This kind of growth may not seem obvious, but it accumulates over time, but it gradually leaves ordinary people behind."

Lin Yun nodded and said softly.

He practiced spirit patterns under Mo Ling, and he felt deeply about it. When he first drew hundreds of spirit patterns a day, he felt like his head was about to burst.

After arriving, even if it is to draw thousands of second-grade spirit patterns, it is still easy to grasp.

Compared with the true essence, the spiritual power is a little vague, but this kind of progress is still quite obvious.

He looked at Mo Ling and waited for the other party to continue speaking.

"The way of the spirit pattern, the third-rank profound master has just started to really get started. Why do you say that? Because the third-rank profound master will open up a mysterious palace, convert the invisible spiritual power into tangible soul power, and condense the soul imprint with the mysterious palace."

Mo Ling's crisp and sweet voice, like the cold spring water in a mountain stream, spoke in a eloquent manner.

Lin Yun pondered for a moment and pointed out the key, "What does this have to do with my drawing fire feather patterns." "Drawing the third-grade spirit pattern, you can think of it as a ceremony, a ceremony that converts spiritual power into soul power. This ceremony is like breaking a cocoon into a butterfly and reborn from ashes. It's just that the process is quite painful. If you are a little careless, you will die in the cocoon. In the Tianfu Academy, the second-grade mysterious masters are quite similar.

There are many, but the third-grade mysterious masters are pitiful, and the reason is this. "

After a pause, Mo Ling said softly: "Generally speaking, the simpler third-grade spirit patterns are chosen to complete this ceremony."

Lin Yun looked up and pondered: "Choose different levels of third-grade spirit patterns, and the condensed soul imprints may also be of different quality. Just like cultivation, different levels of cultivation techniques, and promotion to Zifu, there must be strengths and weaknesses. Minute."

Mo Ling raised his brows, but it was the first time he heard such a statement, and smiled: "You think so, although it is not entirely correct, it is not much different. You take a day off, how to decide, I will come to you tomorrow."

"Sister, let me try again."

Lin Yun looked calm and looked at Mo Ling.

"Are you sure? There are only three chances to be promoted to the third-rank profound master. Once all of them fail, you will not be able to be promoted to the third-rank profound master for the rest of your life."

Mo Ling looked at him solemnly, not agreeing.

Lin Yun nodded and said, "I'm sure."

Mo Ling, who has always been decisive, saw the look in Lin Yun's eyes and hesitated for a while.

After a while, he finally agreed to let him give it a try.

I don't know why, or in Mo Ling's opinion, Lin Yun can indeed create miracles. Because of him, there are indeed many academy disciples who lack confidence and tenacity.

After half an hour, Lin Yun, who had finished adjusting his breath, opened his eyes.

His face was quite ruddy, and his lost energy had recovered, not as pale and scary as before.

Exhaling a long breath of white air, Lin Yun slowly got up and resumed writing.

His expression was rather solemn. Although he had failed the first time, he seemed particularly confident in drawing the third-grade spirit pattern this time.

After calming down, the spirit pattern pen in Lin Yun's hand slowly moved.

hum!

The majestic spiritual power accumulated in his mind on weekdays slowly moved, and light flashed in his eyes. The pain he had experienced before appeared again, Lin Yun gritted his teeth and insisted calmly.

He kept the spirit pattern pen in his hand and continued to draw spirit patterns.

As the fire feather pattern appeared little by little, the mental power in his mind gathered in a vast, scattered state and gradually gathered together.

After half a sound, these floating spiritual forces condensed into a vortex.

boom!

When the vortex condensed and formed, Lin Yun shuddered all over, the pain spread to his limbs and bones, and the pain was so severe that his fleshly body seemed not to be his own.

Breaking the cocoon into a butterfly, I am afraid that it is a real butterfly, which is a hundred times more painful than this.

Lin Yun's eyes flashed with joy, and his mental power gathered into a vortex, which was an experience that he had never experienced before.

That is to say, he has improved a lot than the first time, and he is now energized and continues to support.

The prototype of the Xuan Palace?

Mo Ling, who was not far away, suddenly flashed a look of surprise in his eyes, making progress very fast.

The speed at which the vortex rotates, suddenly fast and slow, is very strange. But in the seemingly strange rotation, there are still rules to follow, and there is a very mysterious rhythm faintly.

boom!

Suddenly, Lin Yun's eyes turned black, and the fire feather pattern he drew under the spirit pattern pen in the picture scroll became blurred little by little.

Lin Yun only felt that the world was spinning, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. The pain caused by the mental vortex was beyond imagination.

Damn, are you going to fail?

The hand holding the spirit pattern pen was trembling, and the traces of the pen were dazzling.

Pfft!

The veins of the fire feather pattern were a little messy, and then gradually fell apart. Lin Yun spat out a mouthful of blood and sprinkled it all on the blank scroll.

"It's going to leave, Lin Yun, hurry up and stop!"

Looking at the unformed fire feather pattern in the picture scroll, it gradually loosened, Mo Ling's expression changed, and he hurriedly shouted.

At the same time as he spoke, the silver iron fan in his hand turned into a stream of light, flying towards Lin Yun's spirit pattern pen, trying to forcibly interrupt it.

"Congeal!"

But just as the silver iron fan was about to fly, Lin Yun's eyes widened angrily, and blood seeped out.

The mental vortex condensed in his mind suddenly compressed continuously, and faintly, it was about to condense to the limit he could bear. A wave of tyrannical mental fluctuations radiated from Lin Yun's body, and the air suddenly vibrated, spreading out like ripples.

clang!

The silver-iron fan that flew over was instantly bounced back, and Mo Ling beckoned to hold the silver fan tightly. Looking at Lin Yun, whose face was pale and blood stained at the corners of his eyes, he whispered softly, "This guy is too ruthless..." He was deeply shocked, and for a moment he forgot to continue to stop him.