Lin Yun is different. In this cliff of thinking, he has time and patience.

I am not hesitating now, but I think about it carefully.

Four days later, the key points of Qianji Breakthrough were fully mastered by him.

He sat cross-legged, his fingers changing, intertwined into different handprints, the light bloomed, his eyes dazzled, and his constant change.

When the Thousand Mechanical Seals were successfully condensed, Lin Yun's mind was immersed in an illusory space.

Among the purple kite flowers in the dantian inside his body, there are many figures of villains who debut, using their hands as their pens to snare the eighteen circles of light flickering around them.

The light pattern is formed by the power of time, like the ripples of water waves, rippling constantly.

It activates the Thousand Machine Seals to condense the true essence with the power of time, writes spiritual patterns in the body, and draws this map of broken mountains and rivers.

Only when I really draw it, I realized that the difficulty was far beyond my imagination.

It is not a simple copying, but directly outlined these more than a thousand spiritual patterns, but is linked together, firmly and closely matched, with a lively charm. If you have a slight difference, you cannot make a painting.

If there is a slight mistake, all previous efforts will be wasted.

Several times, Lin Yun successfully drew it, but at the moment of writing, he found that something was wrong.

After seven days of hard work, it was completely ruined.

"Has it failed again?"

After many consecutive failures, Lin Yun was exhausted and looked listless.

Taking Qingxuan's record from his arms, Lin Yun looked at it again, and dared not forget every detail.

No, I should be correct in the details. I have not forgotten the changes in the charm and agility, but why did it still not come true?

What's the problem?

Lin Yun stared at this picture of the broken palms, like a demon.

It's it!

Suddenly, Lin Yun suddenly realized and finally figured out where the problem lies.

Although the palm of the mountain and river map was only half an arm, the aura of the tiger that had not fully appeared was permeated in every corner of the scroll.

The power of a palm can shake the lonely peak of ten thousand feet. Needless to say, how brave and domineering this tiger is.

This domineering aura that implies the whole picture must be filled with it, otherwise this painting will never be successfully drawn.

After a closer look, Lin Yun found hidden spiritual patterns in the scroll.

These spiritual patterns cannot be captured even if they are carefully gazing.

Only by realizing the unappeared tiger can we use this as a clue and uncover it layer by layer.

These hidden second-grade spiritual patterns are simply wonderful. They are clearly spread throughout the picture, but at first glance, there is no trace.

After I was able to peel off my silk and discover it all, I realized that it was everywhere.

Lin Yun closed the Qingxuan record and was speechless for a long time.

I admire the owner of this Qingxuan record so much that I can't express it. I feel that I admire the mountains and am convinced.

It is both shocking and brings a deep sense of frustration.

"There is heaven beyond the sky, and there are people beyond the sky... The world is so big that I am afraid that the tip of the iceberg will not count."

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

The cliff of thought traps his body, but cannot limit his heart. His heart truly walks out of this cage at this moment.

The boy's eyes were swept away, and his obviously tired and haggard face became boundless because of those eyes.

The sound of the piano sounded again, and it became less harsh and ugly in Lin Yun's ears.

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

But Lin Yun had no intention of paying attention to the sound of the piano at the moment, and he just wanted to try this time.
Chapter completed!