boom!

When the vortex condensed and took shape, Lin Yun trembled all over. The pain spread to all his limbs and bones, and the pain was so painful that his body felt as if it was not his own.

Breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly, I'm afraid it would be a hundred times more painful than actually breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly.

Lin Yun's eyes welled up with joy, and his mental energy gathered into a whirlpool. This was something he had never experienced before.

In other words, he has improved a lot compared to the first time, so he cheered up and continued to support it.

The prototype of Xuan Palace?

Mo Ling, who was not far away, suddenly had a look of surprise in his eyes, he was progressing so fast.

The speed of the vortex's rotation is very strange, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. But in the seemingly strange rotation, there are still rules to follow, and there is a very mysterious rhythm faintly.

boom!

Suddenly, Lin Yun's eyes went dark, and the fire feather pattern he drew with the spirit pattern pen in the scroll became blurred bit by bit.

Lin Yun felt like the world was spinning, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. The pain caused by the mental whirlpool was beyond imagination.

Damn it, are you going to fail?

The hand holding the spirit pattern pen was trembling, and the traces of the pen became confusing.

Phew!

The veins of the fire feather pattern were slightly messy, and then gradually fell apart. Lin Yun spat out a mouthful of blood and sprinkled it all on the blank scroll.

"It's time to break up, Lin Yun, stop now!"

Seeing the unformed fire feather patterns in the scroll gradually loosening up, Mo Ling's expression changed and he shouted quickly.

While speaking, the silver iron fan in his hand turned into a flash of light like a thunderous giant, flying towards Lin Yun's spirit pattern pen, trying to interrupt it forcefully.

"Condensation!"

But just when the silver iron fan was about to fly, Lin Yun's eyes opened angrily, and blood seeped out. He controlled the spirit pattern pen in his hand and let out a loud roar.

The mental vortex condensed in his mind was compressed continuously, and it was about to condense to the limit that he could bear. Powerful mental fluctuations emanated from Lin Yun's body, and the air suddenly vibrated, as if

Spreading out like ripples.

clang!

The flying silver iron fan was instantly bounced back. Mo Ling waved and held the silver fan tightly. Looking at Lin Yun, who was pale and with blood stains at the corners of his eyes, he murmured softly: "This guy is too cruel..."
Chapter completed!