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When Jiang Yun said this silent thank you, Tian Luo, who had been sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, frowned slightly, and looked at Jiang Yun.
After staring at Jiang Yun for a while, he slowly stood up, stepped forward, and disappeared without a trace.
As if knowing Tianluo's departure, Jiang Yun made a sudden move like the wind, threw out a few spirit stones, arranged a formation, then walked into the formation, and sat down cross-legged.
No one knew that Jiang Yun's seemingly boring act of climbing a mountain three days ago was actually when he passed the square at a thousand feet away, and he sent a request there with his spiritual consciousness.
Ask Jiang Gui to help him buy a little time, a little time not to be watched by Tianluo.
Although he didn't get any response at that time, just now, he finally heard Jiang Gui's voice transmission: "No matter what you want to do, you only have one hour at most!"
Therefore, now he finally has a short period of freedom to do what he wants to do.
Being in the formation, Jiang Yun glanced at the grass and trees in the courtyard again, and said to himself: "Grass, dead, river, barren!"
"The grass is dying on the river, this is the power possessed by the Desolate race!"
"Although I still don't know what kind of power this is, let's call it the power of the wild!"
"If you want to gain the power of the wilderness, you must write my own wilderness pattern on your body!"
"My Huangwen is for Huang!"
As soon as the words fell, Jiang Yun's fingertips broke open, and blood gushed out, and he used the blood as ink, and gently tapped it on the center of his eyebrows.
Then, slowly move sideways, and move away!
If anyone can see this scene, they will find that what Jiang Yun wrote is actually just a horizontal stroke!
It's just like the initial strokes of the demon seal of life and death!
However, Jiang Yun's fingers moved extremely slowly despite the seemingly simple stroke.
What's more, his complexion and exposed skin gradually became pale with the movement of his fingers, just like this one brush stroke drained the blood from his whole body!
However, Jiang Yun didn't care about the changes in his body.
All his attention was focused on the place between his eyebrows, the bloodstain that grew longer and longer with the movement of his fingers!
Jiang Yun didn't know that once his finger was completely drawn out, then this world of heaven falling, this land of falling worlds, this prison, and even these thousands of worlds, would be full of storms!
After hundreds of times of comprehension, Jiang Yun finally had a little understanding of Huangwen.
From the eyes of outsiders, they all think that what the Huang race cultivates is the wild pattern, but in fact, what the Huang race cultivates is the body, and what the Huang race cultivates is their own body!
Monks, what they cultivate is the Tao, and what they pursue is the power of various avenues, and most of the powers of the avenue are external forces!
Therefore, monks must have aura, and then use aura as a guide to attract various powers for their own use.
If you put a monk in a place without aura, all he can use is the aura in his body.
Once the spiritual energy in the body is exhausted and cannot be replenished, the monk will become a useless person.
Although there are pure physical cultivation among the monks, physical cultivation only cultivates the strength of the physical body, or in other words, it cultivates strength!
Infinite strength, indestructible diamond, this is the pinnacle of physical training!
However, the Huang race is different. The Huang race is cultivating themselves, and the source of their strength is their own bodies.
In short, the Desolate people regard their bodies as an incomparably vast world, and obtain various powers from their bodies.
Every organ, every part that makes up the body, even every drop of blood, every muscle, all correspond to a certain force that exists between heaven and earth!
For example, if the Desolate race needs the power of water, he can get it from his own blood; if he needs the power of fire, he can get it from his own fire.
This is also the reason why the Desolate race does not need aura and can block most of the magic attacks by themselves.
Because their bodies are the source of all kinds of spells, if you use spells to attack them, of course it won't be effective.
When Jiang Yun came into contact with Huangwen for the first time, the vicissitudes of life voice in the Daoyin fragments said that the existence of the Huangzu did not conform to the artistic conception of Dao, so they refused to leave the Dao forever.
However, Jiang Yun believes that the existence of the Desolate Race is not because of the artistic conception of being inconsistent with the Dao, but because of them.You know, you need to be more advanced!
If it is said that the Tao of monks exists between heaven and earth, then the Tao of the Huangzu is itself!
Be yourself as the Tao!
As for the role of Huangwen, it is to stimulate various forces in the body.
Whether a member of the Desolate tribe is strong or not depends on the number of desolate patterns on their body.
Although the Desolate race is a group, their cultivation method is not limited to their clan, outsiders can also cultivate.
But the premise is that there must be a barren pattern as the seed.
It's just that if this seed is planted for you by others, then all you can do is to passively accept the growth of this seed.
What grows out is not the barren pattern, but the brand mark!
Such people, to the Desolate Race, are the so-called Desolate Slaves, that is, those monks in the Great Desolation Realm who bear the brand of Desolate Lords!
But if you plant this seed yourself, then only when you realize a kind of power in your body, can this seed grow, and thus grow more wild lines on your body.
Only such a person is equivalent to a real member of the Huangzu tribe.
The difference between the desolate slaves and the desolate people is like the difference between the mortals brought back from the Tianluo Sect and the real monks.
One is quick success, but the foundation is unstable;
Although a person grows slowly, every step he takes is extremely solid.
Of course, if you want to plant the seeds yourself, for those who don't have the blood of the Desolate race, they need a desolate pattern belonging to the Desolate race as a guide.
Then use this barren pattern to realize your own barren pattern, and then plant it on your own body, take root and sprout, spread branches and leaves, and grow more barren patterns.
Everyone understands the wild pattern differently, but Jiang Yun did not directly comprehend the wild pattern in the Dao seal, because it belongs to Dao Yuanzhi's wild pattern.
During this month, he seemed to be observing the vegetation, but he was actually thinking about what kind of barren patterns he wanted to comprehend.
In the end, he also decided that his Huangwen is "Huang"!
The reason why he wants to have a little time not to be watched is to draw this barren pattern for himself!
Now, what he wants to draw is the first stroke of the character "Huang"!
Don't look at Jiang Yun's fingertips, which only have an insignificant wound, and the blood flowing out of it is limited.
But in fact, at this moment, the blood flowing in every blood vessel in his body is like a great river, rushing unceasingly, all frantically rushing towards his fingertips.
The first stroke of this Huang character is equivalent to drawing it with Jiang Yun's whole body of blood!
When Jiang Yun had already drawn half of this stroke, there was a loud roar in the sky.
And amidst the loud noise, everyone's complexions suddenly changed drastically!
Because just over four months ago, they had just heard a similar roar, and had just experienced a nightmare that they didn't want to think about!
"Here, is it possible that the holy object will appear again?"
"No way. In the past, sacred objects appeared at least once in a hundred years. What happened recently? Why did they appear one after another? If this continues, who can bear it!"
"Yeah, if it happens a few more times, we'll probably all be dead!"
There were voices of fear and despair in Tianluo Realm, especially Tianluo Mountain.
Immediately afterwards, the voices of these discussions, like ripples, began to spread to the outside of the sky, and to the entire land of the world! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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