Battling Records of the Chosen One

The dark gray pen is full of the blood of Lin Xun, just like a spirit, starting to outline along the scary part of the “weird pattern”.

Chi chi!

A mysterious line flows under the pen, and if the dragon snake runs, it looks like mercury and diarrhea, bright red and translucent, full of indescribable charm.

An ancient yellow book, a weird pattern imprinted on the last page, and a dark gray squeak that woke up from silence together form a mysterious and heart-rending picture.

Lin Xun has a big eyes and looks at this scene, but he can’t do anything.

He was controlled as if he was holding the palm of his hand, and he did not listen to it, and sketched it on the “weird pattern.”

Lin Xun was the first time I encountered such a weird thing, and my heart was shocked.

He was able to judge that the cause of all this seemed to be related to the blood he had coughed up.

Because of that a mouthful of blood, let this dark gray pen waking up from silence, and let that “weird pattern” become no longer as simple as the surface.

At this moment, the picture in front of you is like an invisible big hand in controlling everything. It is based on ancient books, with blood as ink, and with 篆 pen as the guide, constantly improving the piece of incompleteness, dim, dense and messy. The “weird pattern”.

That incredible scene made Lin Xun almost unable to believe his eyes.

Just now, he thought that this time he was very likely to die. Who ever thought that just because of his unintentional move would trigger such mysterious changes?

What does all this mean?

Not waiting for Lin Xun to understand, I suddenly felt that the blood of the whole body was pulled by a strong force and rushed to my right palm.

At the moment, the dark gray squeak pen held in the palm suddenly released a force of swallowing, through the skin of the palm, constantly absorbing Lin Xun blood within the body.

Hey~~

Lin Xun can even hear that his blood is like a flowing water, constantly pouring into the dark gray stencil.

“Damn!”

Lin Xun’s heart is anxious, and the continuous flow of blood will only speed up the progress of death. If it is not stopped, it will not take long before he will be too violent and violent on the spot!

Lin Xun struggled wildly, but it was impossible to move a trace. The dark gray pen was like a mountain that could not be shaken. He continued to extract his blood, then waved his pen and wrote a path of Yin Hong on the “weird pattern”. .

Lin Xun’s face became paler and paler, her lips were purple, and the whole person seemed to lose her vitality, showing signs of decay.

How could this be?

Does this pen have to repair this “weird pattern” at the expense of his own life?

Lin Xun was bitter in his heart. He thought that this book left by Mr. Deer could help him def the heaven and change life, Nirvana Rebirth. Whoever thought of the head, all of this actually wanted his life!

Lin Xun, sitting at the desk, is like a puppet being manipulated, holding a pen in his right hand, and continually sketching on the last page of that ancient book, making a rustling sound.

The atmosphere is very quiet.

Lin Xun can’t make any sound, his face is getting paler, his breath is getting weaker, his consciousness is getting more and more blurred…

He can’t stop it all, maybe, just wait for death.

It was just that Lin Xun never thought that he had just arrived in the Ziyan Empire, just settled in Jinyun Village, just preparing to work on cultivation, and the shadow of death has begun to fall.

Is this life?

Inexplicably, Lin Xun remembered the scene that he had just seen, and it seemed as if he had once again echoed the sigh of the majestic silhouette—“Not with me!”

Then, Lin Xun was completely black and completely lost consciousness.

Deep in the night, the stars plunged from the window, the mountains in the distance, lonely and deserted.

The thin-skinned boy, lying on the desk, had no breath, and his right palm, drawn from the dark gray stencil, continued to sketch on the last page of the ancient book…

I don’t know how long it took, the dark gray stencil was suddenly stopped, like a sword-like pen, suddenly sprinkled with a dazzling golden flame, illuminating the entire black lacquered room.

Then, the whole pen burned and disappeared into the weird pattern on the last page of the mysterious book.

Weng!

A strange wave of turbulence surged from the book, and a sound of screaming sounded like a scorpion.

However, in an instant, this ancient book was turned into a glimmer of light, pouring into the unconscious Lin Xun within the body and disappearing.

At the same time, in the sky above the 3,000 mountains, in the night of the ink, the eternal star Eternal hangs in the sky, and circulates along the constant track.

However, just as the volume of mysterious ancient books disappeared, a ring of invisible ripples in the night sky suddenly appeared, like a wave board spreading in the sky.

For a moment, the celestial billions of stars stunned like a shock, and immediately disappeared. As soon as they were not carefully observed, they could not find such a scene.

……

The same night, the Purple Empire.

On the outskirts of Imperial Capital, the 9,900-foot-tall star-gazing platform, the night winds and the whistling, this is the highest building of Imperial Capital, overlooking the entire Imperial Capital.

At this time, the night was deep, and an old man wearing a black robe stood alone on the star-gazing platform. His white hair was gray and his body was stunned, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

This old man is the empire “the heavenly sacrifice”, an old man who enjoys a transcendental status and wisdom in the Purple Empire.

It is said that this “Heavenly Sacrifice” has lived for a long time, and when the founding emperor was just ascended to the throne, the old man was already the only master of this “Star Observatory”.

Like many days in the past, the old man came to this star-studded platform as usual.

Only today, he did not meditate and meditate as usual, nor did he go to observe the astrology. He stood quietly in front of the railing and looked at the prosperous red dust covered in the night, silent, silent and seemingly abnormal.

“Sure enough, there will be a natural phenomenon coming tonight!”

For a long time, the old man seemed to have sensed something. Suddenly looked up, and there was a bright brilliance flashing through the vicissitudes of the scorpion, and looked far away at the far night sky.

Only a moment, the old man frowned, muttered: “How is it gone? Impossible, the sky will drop the natural phenomenon in the world, there must be signs of enthusiasm, or hidden in the storm, or immersed in the Zhou Tianxing cycle Inside, there may be an out-of-area disaster, or a light of auspiciousness emerges…”

“Why, the natural phenomenon tonight is gone? Is it that the old man is wrong?”

In the hurricane, the old man’s white hair flutters, and if the gully-like old face is rare, it will be a little dignified.

He knows that something must have happened tonight, but with his own strength, there is no way to observe it.

In such an abnormal situation, almost none of these years have happened.

The old man is old, but it is still a god sacrifice! It is the presence of the three-pointer of the royal family in the Purple Empire.

A natural phenomenon, even the days of sacrifice are difficult to see, and the meaning of this itself is enough to shock the world.

After a long time of meditation, the old man suddenly sighed and turned and walked down to the star station.

This evening, a Fuxi from the star-watching platform “Tian Sai” was sent to the Imperial Palace in the first time, and even the current great emperor who had already rested was alarmed.

Fu Xi wrote: “There is a natural phenomenon in the southwestern side of the empire. The natural phenomenon is mysterious. With the power of the old man, it is impossible to see its mystery. “”

A peerless treasure!

I am afraid that even the “Tian Sacrifice” did not come to mind, because the four words he used made the southwestern side of the empire into the horizon of the highest level of Imperial Capital, which caused a lot of trouble in the days to come.

……

Lin Xun was awakened by a chicken scream. When the eyes opened his eyes, his consciousness was awkward.

not dead?

Lin Xun lifted his body on the desk, only to notice that it was already dawning, and a glimmer of light was projected from the window, sprinkling the gentle light.

It really is not dead!

Lin Xun took a deep breath and felt the air flow reverberating around her body. She finally decided that she was still alive.

He quickly checked his body and found that the blood was strong and the air was accessible. There was no trace of injury, as if everything he encountered last night was a dream.

Can Lin Xun know that this is definitely not a dream!

Last night, he clearly remembered that his vitality was dying, dying, and even the blood of his body was uncontrollable, and he was constantly drawn by the dark ash pen… and so on!

What about the pen?

Lin Xun suddenly stopped and looked at the desk all around, and found that not only the dark gray pen, but the ancient book scroll disappeared.

Lin Xun was shocked and quickly got up to look for it. This is the most precious treasure left by Mr. Deer. Can you lose it in your own hands?

I could almost find the room and I didn’t find out the two treasures. Lin Xun brows tightly knit, my heart became more anxious.

Did someone take advantage of the night and stole them?

Lin Xun was not sure, but at this time, he inadvertently noticed that in his empty sea of ​​knowledge, there was actually a portal!

It is indeed a door, the whole body is bright red and translucent, and it seems to be soaked from the blood. The surface of the portal is engraved with a mysterious pattern of complex and complex.

Look closely, the pattern is filled with the ancient scent of the wild, just look at the pattern, let Lin Xun faintly have a familiar familiar feeling.

It is the “weird pattern” imprinted on the last page of the book!

Suddenly, Lin Xun remembered that the pattern engraved on the portal was somewhat similar to the “weird pattern” he had seen.

However, compared to this, the “pattern” on this portal is no longer broken, showing a sense of the Great Perfection.

This portal is quietly suspended in the empty sea of ​​knowledge, the mystery that can’t be said.

Lin Xun’s face suddenly became weird, and the mind of the single thought was unstoppable. Isn’t the disappearance of the scroll and the slapstick related to this sudden pop-up portal?

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