But in the next second, Zhao Xiaochuan was suddenly stunned and found that the word "Lin" in the center of his spiritual acupoint began to dissipate, and it was extremely fast.

Zhao Xiaochuan just discovered that the word "lin" had disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

Zhao Xiaochuan instinctively looked in the direction of the man in white in the sky.

Suddenly I remembered what the man in white said before, "Look at your word "Lin".

"Is this the case again? I disappeared..."

This time it looks the same as Zhao Xiaochuan's first awakening.

God seems to hate the appearance of the ancient nine characters, and he tries every means to erase them from this world.

Last time, Zhao Xiaochuan understood the core power of Lin, so he kept the word Lin, and this time...

Although Zhao Xiaochuan was a little panicked, he quickly stabilized and slowly closed his eyes.

The man in white above looked at Zhao Xiaochuan below, and could still see the residual smile on the corner of his mouth.

It seems that he is very confident in Zhao Xiaochuan.

"Look at what step you can do? How many strokes can you write..."

But soon, almost two breaths after Zhao Xiaochuan closed his eyes, Zhao Xiaochuan's body suddenly fell silent.

Not only him, the whole world calmed down, as if Zhao Xiaochuan was the center, an ancient aura suddenly emerged from the world.

Everything in the cycle becomes full of "old and dim" artistic conception.

"Has it started?" said Nan Nan, a man in white.

The moment Zhao Xiaochuan closed his eyes, he felt that he had entered a chaotic and void world, and everything around him was filled with a chaotic and chaotic aura.

And in front of him, an extremely ancient rune floated.

The runes seem to exist in ancient times. Zhao Xiaochuan could feel the desolate and ancient artistic conception that was rushing towards him at first glance.

"This is..." Zhao Xiaochuan looked at the characters in front of him, and after a while, he said in certain uncertainty, "Is this arriving?"

Usually, the word "Lin" is a ball of light shining with white light. This is the first time that Zhao Xiaochuan has truly seen the complete and true appearance of the word "Lin".

"Well, what's this..."

Zhao Xiaochuan suddenly realized that his body was out of control and raised his right hand. His eyes suddenly became as chaotic as the surrounding space, but Zhao Xiaochuan's thinking was extremely clear.

His hands were floating in the air, gestured, and seemed to be ready...

Draw "copy"?

The facts did not exceed Zhao Xiaochuan's expectations. Zhao Xiaochuan's hand gently stroked in the air, as if he had drawn the first stroke of the word "Lin".

But soon, before Zhao Xiaochuan was happy, a deep feeling of fatigue hit his heart.

Zhao Xiaochuan felt that his thinking suddenly slowed down, as if he was trapped in a swamp.

His hands, which were floating in the air, couldn't help but stop, as if he wanted to adapt to his current state.

But after a long time, this fatigue did not dissipate or relieve at all, and Zhao Xiaochuan looked at the word "Lin" in front of him.

The character of the color seems to be some ancient text. Zhao Xiaochuan has never seen this type of character before, but Zhao Xiaochuan can understand it. The color seems to have nine strokes, and every stroke contains mysterious meaning. Zhao Xiaochuan just looks like a heavy feeling that it makes people feel so irritating.

"second……"

Zhao Xiaochuan tried to control his body and write the second painting. As soon as he had the idea, his body immediately responded.

His fingers outlined a smooth curve in the air, and what followed was a much more intense slowness than the first stroke.

Zhao Xiaochuan felt that he had some difficulty breathing, as if his nose was blocked by something.

But at this moment, Zhao Xiaochuan's mind was empty. The whole world only had the word "lin" in front of him, and Zhao Xiaochuan's determination to write this word.

Zhao Xiaochuan raised his hand and began the third stroke.

As soon as I moved, a sensation of dizziness hit my mind.

Zhao Xiaochuan's eyes were already blurred, but Zhao Xiaochuan burst out with great perseverance at this time. He gritted his teeth and drew the third stroke with great force. Zhao Xiaochuan obviously felt that the word "lin" opposite seemed a little dim and seemed to have lost some of his strength. At the same time, Zhao Xiaochuan felt that the word "lin" suddenly became clear in his mind.

Although Zhao Xiaochuan was extremely tired, he still grinned, and he once again kept the word "Lin".

but......

"It's not over yet!" Zhao Xiaochuan looked at the characters in front of him, and a huge bright color burst out in his eyes.

He raised his arm, stared at the word "Lin" in front of him, and then waved his hand and quickly made a stroke.

"Buzz!"

Zhao Xiaochuan felt his head confused, as if the mind had turned into chaos. His upper and lower eyelids seemed to have an unparalleled attraction, and he kept trying to close.

And the word "王" in front of him became a little blurred.

At the same time, he also felt that he seemed to have this kind of pulling force on himself, and wanted to help him with this world.

But Zhao Xiaochuan laughed happily, "The fourth stroke is drawn."

"then……"

Zhao Xiaochuan thought about it, and his body couldn't help but raise his hand.

"that is……"

Zhao Xiaochuan raised his hand and hooked it!

"Chapter 5!"

The next second, Zhao Xiaochuan's head seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and his eyes turned black. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was sitting cross-legged on a broken wall in Wanbao Realm.

And in his mind, a detailed rune was like a branding, in his mind!

"Read!"

In the distance, the last trace of powder in the golden eyes just disappeared into the air.

"The three disasters of heaven are jealous, and the second disaster has finally passed!"

"Build the foundation!!!"

Zhao Xiaochuan let out a long roar, and the spiritual energy around him rushed over frantically.

At the same time, there was a wonderful force falling from the sky and landing vertically on Zhao Xiaochuan's body.

Zhao Xiaochuan's spiritual acupoint began to expand, and spiritual energy filled all his blood vessels. He felt something in his body begin to move.

But another place broke out early.

The dissipating spiritual consciousness in Zhao Xiaochuan's Niwan Palace immediately stopped dissipating. The mysterious force stroked Zhao Xiaochuan's Niwan Palace like a gentle hand, and his spiritual consciousness almost immediately restored.

Moreover, as a large amount of spiritual energy gathered, the spiritual light spots in his Niwan Palace suddenly expanded and then suddenly exploded.

Just like a cosmic explosion, after the light spot explodes, the power of the spiritual consciousness spreads out, and a sea of ​​oceans takes shape with the power of the explosion.

The sea of ​​consciousness!

Then the spiritual energy in Zhao Xiaochuan's body seemed to have reached a critical point, and the blood in his body began to surge wildly, as if it was boiling, surging in Zhao Xiaochuan's body.

The blood is accompanied by a large amount of spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy immediately built a new vein in Zhao Xiaochuan's body.

"Spiritual vein!!"

After this vein was formed, it moved every part of Zhao Xiaochuan's body.

Finally, the chest aggregation in the center of Zhao Xiaochuan's body, which is the spiritual acupoint, formed a base.

"Daoji!!!"

"ah--"

Zhao Xiaochuan let out a long roar, and a clear air surged in his chest, and the sound spread throughout the Wanbao Realm.

"Building the foundation..." An Ruyi murmured with a complicated expression as she looked at Zhao Xiaochuan who was jumping into the air.

In addition to the complexity in Yu Wen Qingyuan's eyes, there was an inexplicable fighting spirit, but he looked at the figure above his head and clenched his fists.

After Zhao Xiaochuan whistled in the air, he expressed his excitement and pleasure a little, and finally returned to the ground.

He felt that he was filled with infinite power. If Yu Fei was still there, Zhao Xiaochuan was confident that he could win the battle.

At this time, the man in white also walked down from the sky. He looked at Zhao Xiaochuan with a gratitude, then looked in the void, looked at Zhao Xiaochuan again, and then said:

"very nice."

There were only three words, but Zhao Xiaochuan could feel the satisfaction and satisfaction of the man in white, and Zhao Xiaochuan couldn't help but smile.

The man in white paused and continued, "Every ancient nine characters has a pen. How many strokes did you write when you awaken the second time?"

Zhao Xiaochuan's eyes lit up when he heard that every one was nine paintings. When he heard the man's question during the day, he immediately said: "I seem to have written five paintings, and I woke up when the fifth painting."

Zhao Xiaochuan didn't know what level he was writing five paintings, but he probably wouldn't think the smile on the face of the man in white would be too bad.

And the next sentence of the man in white proves this.

The man in white looked at Zhao Xiaochuan and said, "I was also the five paintings at the beginning."
To be continued...