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The images passing by were too thrilling. When Yu Ci first saw the quiet and desolate scene in the courtyard, she couldn’t react for a moment. She stood in the courtyard, stunned for a moment, then walked to the stone table and stretched out her hand. Picking up the fine gauze embroidery, before looking at it carefully, I suddenly remembered something.
Haodian? Isn’t this the previous sword master of Taichu Invisible Sword?
Yu Ci hurriedly took out the Taichu Invisible Sword wrapped around his arm and walked around the courtyard. To his surprise, the sword was completely insensitive. Yu Ci then thought that Xuanhuang had once said that this sword could not be refined due to its special material, and no one could leave a breath mark on it. Using it to sense the sword was like asking a blind question.
But where did the initial impulse to choose this place come from?
Yu Ci took the embroidery yarn and looked at it carefully. The more she looked at it, the more familiar it seemed. Whether it’s the bright red color, the delicate stitching, or the style of the semi-finished pattern, they all seem familiar.
With a high-five, Yu Ci quickly realized: “Hua Mangsha!”
Isn’t this bright red gauze a replica of the two Huamang gauze he got? There are two similar pieces of red gauze. One was obtained by killing Nan Songzi on the mountain road outside Zhixin Temple; the other was obtained from Chu Yan in the Sky Rift Valley. On top of this object are listed the heretical methods of practicing the God-killing Thorn. Some time ago at the mountain gate, Yu Ci borrowed it to help Senior Sister Mengwei recover from her injuries.
He immediately took out the two pieces of red gauze and compared them carefully with the unfinished embroidery in his hand. Sure enough, the material and stitching methods were very similar. And that’s not all, when several pieces of red gauze are put together, there is a bright light on them, and at the same time there is a subtle flow of energy.
Uh, wait, it’s not here…
Other than having an extraordinary origin, there is nothing special about the unfinished embroidery. The real source of changes in Qi lies elsewhere. Yu Ci initially thought it was in the house, but after careful analysis, he found that the target was behind him – that is, outside the courtyard.
Yu Ci turned around without hesitation and strode out. As soon as I stepped out of the courtyard, the swaying clouds gathered again, changing the scene. Yu Ci didn’t want to be confused by it, but at this moment, he couldn’t sense it as clearly as when he was in the yard. Once he focused on those scenes, the subtle Qi sensing connected into a line and echoed from afar.
Squinting his eyes, the distant view reappeared, and Yu Ci saw the thousand-foot-long body of a heavenly dragon again, winding up in the sky. But at this moment, Tianlong’s blood was already spilling into the sky. Driven by his abundant energy and blood, the semi-golden blood seemed like a downpour.
Blood becomes the background, or a suspended canvas. Every time blood rains down, the surging clouds change patterns, and it is not a random splash, but a deep law. It’s like… it’s like the red gauze in the hand is magnified a thousand or ten thousand times, with countless auras jumping on it, like delicate stitches, together with the violently twisting Tianlong, outlining a familiar pattern.
The easiest thing to distinguish at the front is a string of glyphs: God-killing and heretical refining!
Sure enough, they come from the same source!
Yu Ci’s mind refreshed and he could distinguish the first glyphs, and the latter ones were much easier to handle. The scene of clouds transforming has always existed, and the huge “spun yarn” presents all the details before your eyes. In fact, it is only a few hundred words, and you can memorize them all with just one scan of your consciousness.
However, memory is one thing, understanding or comprehension is another. Yu Ci looked at the rain of blood pouring out, feeling a little dazed. The huge body of the dragon in the “far distance” struggled violently, and every swing moved hundreds of miles of sea of clouds, with an astonishing momentum. The monks before Tianlong, after the killing, did not take action again, but looked coldly at the blood spraying out of Tianlong’s huge body, coldly and resolutely.
The huge “spun yarn” has long been formed, and the blood rain is still pouring, but it is no longer an expansion of the pattern, but a distant echo. Every time the dragon roars and struggles, the blood is spilled, and the handwriting of the Dharma condensed in the void is there. Part of it lit up several times, and Yu Ci suddenly understood:
“This is a demonstration of the method on the fine yarn.” It not only demonstrates the damage of the method, but also demonstrates the means of application. All the mysteries evolve layer by layer, like a master teaching an apprentice, very detailed.
Unfortunately, there may be people in the world who are gifted and capable of comprehending all kinds of difficult and profound methods without any effort, but Yu Ci is not one of them. To put it simply, even with the demonstration, he still couldn’t understand the hundreds of words of the method.
It’s so difficult!
Similar writing can be found on Bailing Huamang gauze, and also on Nan Songzi’s red gauze. At this time, Yu Ci has determined that these completed and unfinished fine yarn embroideries must be made by the legendary “Master Haodian”. According to what has been seen so far, all the scarlet gauze may be filled with the “God-killing Thorn Heretic Refining Technique”, which is the most famous and sinister “hidden weapon” refining technique in the spiritual world.
The same title is the same method of “turning awns into thorns”. What is surprising is that the records of the method on the two red gauze sheets, one is to collect the resentment and evil spirits of hundreds of living beings and merge them into shape; One is to cultivate the evil spirit of one’s own inner demons, divide it into ten strands, and refine it layer by layer. The path taken is almost completely different. According to the naming method of “Bailing Huamangsha”, the red gauze obtained from Nan Songzi is called “Shiyin Huamangsha”, which is quite suitable for the occasion.
Comparing the “Bailing” technique with the “Ten Yin” technique, the former is less difficult and easy to get started with, but the God-killing thorn made in that way is lost in miscellany. In terms of power, Chu Yan used the Punishing thorn. The divine thorn is obviously inferior to Nan Songzi’s hand. However, the latter is very difficult to refine on the one hand, and extremely dangerous on the other, so the threshold has undoubtedly been greatly raised.
But now, regardless of the power, just in terms of the difficulty of refining, this “dragon slaying” method is much higher than the previous two.
After all, no matter how complicated and difficult the first two are, they are still methods that Yu Ci can see and touch. But the method in front of me seems to be built in nothingness, with only the two red gauze fragments of the method occasionally connected to it. The contradictions and inconsistencies in it are really incredible.
In contrast, it was Tianlong’s struggle and roar that attracted more of Yu Ci’s attention.
Although there was a heavenly dragon’s true form accumulating in the void in his heart, Yu Ci saw the heavenly dragon’s form for the first time, and was particularly shocked by its world-dominating posture – even if it was completely suppressed by the Sword Immortal, Tianlong never gave up struggling. He was strong, tough, and unruly. These positive or negative feelings were transmitted back, and Yu Ci suddenly felt that the empty image of the fish and dragon in his heart became clearer.
Because of this magical power, the foreign minister finally found a clear reference.
These images may be illusions, but I also know that they must be derived from real photos.
The energy of Tianlong’s true form is ready to move. The bloodline inherited from the ancient Tianlong and the arrogance derived from instinct still exist even after sleeping for countless eons. Yu Ci’s soul was affected by it and became very excited, and his extended induction became sharper.
“Hey!” He exhaled, flew up suddenly, grabbed it in the void, penetrated the clouds, and caught the real thing. He rushed to retrieve it, but saw the fiery red yarn fluttering in the wind. At first glance, it looked like the object in his hand. The other two paintings are generally the same.
When Hongsha started, the surrounding clouds suddenly suffocated, as if the backbone had been taken away, and then disintegrated.
“Is it based on fine yarn?”
Yu Ci roughly understood that the clouds and smoke in the sky were an illusory formation formed by a person with great supernatural power, using this supernatural power as the foundation. Its main function is to help people understand the superb skills contained in it as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, Yu Ci missed the opportunity.
But this is not important anymore. The suddenly sharpened outer edge sensing – to put it bluntly, it is the sensing of the divine starlight emitted, suddenly gave Yu Ci a strong stimulation. His eyebrows twitched, and he had a thought over there:
“What’s going on?”
This time, Xuanhuang’s response came very slowly, with only two sentences: “There is the Sword Sutra above the tree crown…I won’t accompany you anymore.”
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It’s such a tragic state. I originally wanted to make up for it tomorrow, but I can’t. I have to wait until next Monday.