Chapter 447

It’s just that the palm in the painting is not the palm of a human warrior, but the half of the arm of a fierce tiger. The palm of the tiger fell to the ground, and the Wanren mountain peaks shattered suddenly, and countless cracks were exploded on the ground, making it extremely hideous.

In the picture scroll, there is no complete object, the tiger has only half of its arm, the mountain peak is translated by the tiger’s palm, and the ground bursts.

Coming to the face, it is the endless rubble, scattered like arrows, showing the terrifying blow of the tiger’s palm.

Lin Yun was shocked in his heart, he looked carefully, and the scroll before him was cumbersome and complicated, with many spiritual patterns constantly flashing.

The whole picture scroll is outlined with thousands of second-rank spiritual patterns, and then one stroke by one stroke, with the majestic and domineering handwriting, creates this shocking, magnificent picture of broken mountains and rivers.

“It’s a big handwriting, and the spirit pattern can derive such a terrifying picture. I don’t know who the owner of this Qingxuan transcript is sacred.”

Many thoughts arose in Lin Yun’s mind, and he was amazed and shocked.

At the same time, a stream of secret messages appeared in his mind. The look in his eyes gradually became clear, and then the light flashed.

After the information was absorbed, his face showed a little excitement, and he quickly closed his eyes and realized it carefully.

The mystery of Qingxuan’s transcript was finally grasped by Lin Yun in a moment.

It turned out that the real method left by the owner of this Qingxuan transcript was to condense the spiritual pattern with true essence and imprint the scroll of the spiritual pattern in his body.

This is a secret technique called Qianjiyin, which can evolve the true essence into spiritual patterns and write pictures in the body.

Once you encounter an enemy, you can sacrifice the picture and kill the opponent.

“interesting!”

Lin Yun opened his eyes, and the light in his eyes flickered.

If you are an ordinary person, even if you understand the scroll with great pains, you will be afraid that it will be difficult to draw successfully. But he is different. He masters the Heart Sutra of the years, condenses the true essence with the power of the years, and writes the spirit patterns, but he is relaxed and free.

Furthermore, drawing a picture scroll requires time and patience, and others fear that it will not necessarily waste their minds and delay cultivation.

Lin Yun is different. In thinking about the cliff, what he has is time and patience.

Don’t hesitate now, just ponder it carefully.

Four days later, the essentials of Thousand Chance Change were completely mastered.

Sitting cross-legged, his ten fingers are changing, intertwined into different handprints, the light blooms, the eyes are dazzled, and the changes are constantly changing.

When the Thousand Machine Seal was successfully condensed, Lin Yun was immersed in an illusory space.

Among the purple iris flowers in the pubic area of his body, there are many figures of debut villains, using his hand as a pen to draw the 18-ring light pattern that flashes around.

Light lines are derived from the power of time, like ripples of water, rippling non-stop.

It spurred a thousand machine seals, condensed the true essence with the power of time, and wrote spiritual patterns in the body to draw the picture of broken mountains and rivers in the palm.

After really drawing it, I realized that the difficulty is far beyond my imagination.

It is not simply copying and directly sketching out these more than a thousand spiritual patterns, but they are interlocking, tightly stitched, and the charm is smart, and the slightest difference makes it impossible to paint.

If you make a mistake, you will lose all your efforts.

Several times, Lin Yun succeeded in drawing, but at the moment of writing, he discovered that there was a slight error.

After seven days of hard work, it was all gone.

“Failed again?”

After repeated failures, Lin Yun was exhausted and looked wilted.

Taking out Qingxuan’s transcript from his arms, Lin Yun looked at it again, daring not to forget every detail.

No, my details should be correct. I haven’t forgotten the changes in charm and agility, but why I still failed.

Where is the problem?

Lin Yun stared at this picture of broken mountains and rivers, like a demon.

It’s it!

Suddenly, Lin Yun suddenly understood, and finally figured out where the problem was.

This picture of the broken mountains and rivers, although only half of the arm, but the tiger that has not fully appeared, his aura pervades every corner of the scroll.

The power of a palm can smash thousands of lonely peaks, so needless to say how brave and domineering this fierce tiger is.

It is necessary to permeate this domineering implied full picture, otherwise this painting will never be able to be drawn successfully.

Upon closer inspection, Lin Yun didn’t expect it to happen, and found hidden spiritual patterns in the picture scroll.

These spiritual patterns, even if you stare at them carefully, can’t catch them.

Only the tiger who has not shown up can take this as a clue and reveal it layer by layer.

These hidden Second-Rank Spirit Runes are simply indescribable, and they are clearly scattered throughout the entire picture, but at first glance, there are no traces of them.

It was only after I was able to find it all, and then I found it everywhere.

Lin Yun closed Qingxuan’s transcript, speechless for a long time.

To the master of Qingxuan’s transcript, admiration was beyond words, that feeling, the mountain stood up and was convinced.

It is shocking and brings a deep sense of frustration.

“There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world… The world is so big, what I see and feel, I am afraid that the tip of the iceberg is not counted.”

Lin Yun sighed, but then infinite pride surged in his eyes.

Thinking over the cliff could trap his body, but he couldn’t restrain his heart, his heart really got out of this cage at this moment.

A haze swept away in the young boy’s eyes, and his obviously tired and haggard face became immeasurable because of those eyes.

The piano sound rang again, and in Lin Yun’s ears, it became less harsh and difficult to sound.

Perhaps, the sound of the piano has not changed, but only the hearts of the people.

But Lin Yun didn’t care about the sound of the piano right now, he just wanted to try this time.

This time, he was 100% sure to draw this map of broken mountains and rivers!

Finally, after looking at Qingxuan’s transcript, Lin Yun closed the transcript and sat cross-legged.

Thousands of machine printing!

The fingers crossed and changed, and the obscure and complicated handprints flashed between his hands.

Lin Yun slowly closed his eyes, looked inwardly, and once again landed on the resource petals at the pubic area.

With the experience of many failures before, this time it is easy to draw, without hindrance.

He is like a painter with a few splashes of ink, using the power of true essence and time as his ink, using a thousand machine printing as his pen, and splashing ink with the slightest.

Flame pattern, thunder cloud pattern, geng gold pattern, wind feather pattern, cold cloud pattern…the perfect second-rank spirit patterns are outlined in the body and blended together. Like a drop of water, it gradually spread out, with many spiritual patterns crisscrossing and interlocking.

Looking from the outside, Lin Yun sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and his fingers were as green as jade. In the cross change, it is like a butterfly flying, light and agile, and like a dreamy light and shadow, unpredictable.

Thousands of machine printing, thousands of machines, ever-changing, ever-changing.

Without the Thousand Machine Seal, many unrelated spirit patterns would not fit with each other and condense into a painting.

Time passed, three days later.

Around the purple kite petals, there were circles of light white power of the years, faint, unable to see clearly, and almost exhausted.

Lin Yun made the last stroke, palmed up the broken mountain and river map, and drew it successfully.

In his body, many spiritual patterns are like stars, imprinted on the meridians that penetrate the limbs of the body. The streamer flickered, crystal clear, at first glance, it looked like a shining star in the sky in the endless dark night.

But when I looked closely, I was surprised to find that the twinkling stars in the starry sky were clearly a picture scroll.

The palm of the tiger fell from the sky, smashing thousands of lonely peaks, making the mountains and rivers tremble.