After gaining a certain understanding of this brand new world of holy painting, Wu Daoxuan remembered Lin Qinyin, whom he once loved deeply, and couldn't help but feel a little funny.

Now Wu Daoxuan focuses on Wu Daoyuan's soul consciousness who has traveled through time. His name Lin Qinyin is limited to looking at the pure but unfortunate first love between two fifteen-year-old boys as an observer.

However, Wu Daoxuan also knew in his heart that if he really faced Lin Qinyin, the memory of the dead Wu Daoxuan would definitely have an impact on him.

Shaking his head, Wu Daoxuan smiled slightly, then opened his eyes, and once again looked at this magical world of holy painting from a new perspective.

Wu Tian was still practicing cross-legged. Seeing this, Wu Daoxuan stared at his father gratefully. If he hadn't inputted painting energy from his back, Wu Daoxuan would not have been so easy to merge his soul and memory.

At this point, Wu Daoxuan treated Wu Tian as his biological father, which was no different from Wu Daoxuan before.

Seeing that Wu Tian was not surprised by the practice, Wu Daoxuan stood up and looked for the thing that emitted five-colored light. It was this thing that protected the dead Wu Daoxuan's remnant soul for seven days. He wanted to see what kind of thing it was.

After several minutes of searching around, Wu Daoxuan finally found the thing in a grass. He quickly picked up the thing from the grass and placed it on his palm and observed it carefully.

This is a five-color inkstone with five-inch square carved on all sides of the inkstone, with blue dragons, white tigers, vermilion birds and black twilights respectively. In the grooves where the inkstone grinds, there are yellow unicorns carved.

Turning the inkstone over, Wu Daoxuan found it at the bottom. There were two domineering hieroglyphs engraved, and the strokes that formed the text contained detailed and unimaginable patterns, full of mystery.

After Wu Daoxuan carefully identified the two hieroglyphs, he finally found that they were the words "Fantian".

"Fantian Inkstone? This is like the treasure Fantian Seal in Taoism legend. Has it been transformed into an inkstone?" Wu Daoxuan couldn't help but say to himself, his words were a little strange and interesting.

Wu Daoxuan continued to play and observe the Fantian inkstone held on his palm. He couldn't put it down for a moment, especially the word Fantian contains many mysterious patterns. The degree of mystery and complexity must be no simpler than the patterns of the natural brush drawing on his back in memory.

But suddenly, Wu Daoxuan's right palm was accidentally cut through the skin by a sharp edge of Fantianyan, and the pain suddenly penetrated his nerves. It made his hands shake for a while, and his left palm was accidentally cut. Suddenly, two long blood marks appeared on the palm of his hand.

At this time, Wu Daoxuan noticed that the edges and corners of Fantian Ink were very sharp, and they looked almost as sharp as daggers with naked eyes.

The blood marks on Wu Daoxuan's palms were cut very deep, and a large amount of blood gushed out from it. In less than a few seconds, his palms were covered with blood, and a lot of blood was stuck in his panic, on the carvings of the four divine beasts around Fantianyan.

The word Fantian at the bottom of Fantian inkstone had already been soaked with a large amount of blood. At this moment, Fantian inkstone began to burst out with bright five-color light, which stimulated Wu Daoxuan to close his eyes with gratitude. When he closed his eyes, he wanted to throw Fantian inkstone on the ground, but it was already stained with his own blood, and he was a little reluctant to let it go.

Fortunately, the dazzling five-color light only shone for a few seconds. After feeling that there was no light in front of him, Wu Daoxuan slowly opened his eyes. Suddenly, he saw that his palms, which were originally covered in blood, had no blood at all. They became clean.

Especially the wound on the left palm has completely healed without any trace, while the wound on the right palm is still bleeding slowly. The blood flowing out has all poured into the bottom of Fantian Ink under Wu Daoxuan's quiet observation and was absorbed bit by bit.

At this point, Wu Daoxuan took the initiative and was not in a hurry to deal with the wound on his right palm. After all, the wound on his left palm healed automatically. He guessed that the amount of blood loss would definitely not threaten his life, so he stared at the wound on his right hand quietly, wanting to see how much blood Tianyan would absorb.

Time passed by little by little, and the wound on Wu Daoxuan's right palm also leaked out blood bit by little. After about five minutes, the bottom of Fantianyan finally stopped absorbing his blood, but after another minute, the wound still did not heal automatically.

Seeing this, Wu Daoxuan was a little scared. Suddenly, he saw a faint yellow light blooming in the yellow unicorn picture directly above the inkstone. He guessed in his heart: "Does I want me to drip blood into the groove? Only when the groove is filled with blood will my wound heal automatically?"

Thinking of this, Wu Daoxuan hesitated for a while, then held Fantianyan in his left hand and dripped all the blood on his right hand into the groove.

After Wu Daoxuan completed this action, he suddenly found that the wound had become bigger and more blood flowed directly into the groove like flowing water. In a short while, the groove was filled with blood.

But after Fantianyan's groove was filled with blood, it became empty for a moment, and more blood flowed out of the wound. Seeing this, Wu Daoxuan was completely frightened and quickly wanted to move his right hand away, but he found that he could not move his right hand at all. He could only watch a large amount of blood flow into the groove. The groove was full and empty, empty and full, and it had been four times.

At this point, Wu Daoxuan's face began to turn pale, dizzy, and was obviously a reaction of excessive blood loss.

"Fantianyan, don't be greedy. Do you want to completely suck me out?" Wu Daoxuan said gritting his teeth, treating Fantianyan as a living holy spirit, but very weak.

At this moment, the groove absorbed the full blood for the fifth time, and the wound on Wu Daoxuan's right hand slowly healed automatically under his gaze.

Seeing this, Wu Daoxuan, who was almost fainting, fell asleep with confidence.

Wu Daoxuan had a dream, dreaming that he came to a magical five-color space, in which the five divine beasts of the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, Xuanwu, and Qilin were all flying in the air.

But they are not the owners of this space. Two beautiful beauties sit at the center of the space.

Wu Daoxuan asked in confusion: "Where is this? Who are you?"

"This is the space inside Fantian Ink. I am Yue Ji, the previous owner of Fantian Ink, and she is the Holy Spirit of Fantian Ink." One of the beautiful women pointed to another beautiful woman who was so beautiful that she didn't look like a mortal at all. (To be continued)
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