Chapter 14: Bloody portal

The dark gray pen is full of blood, just like a spirit, starting to outline along the scary part of the "weird pattern."
Hey!
A mysterious line flows under the pen, and if the dragon snake runs, it looks like mercury and diarrhea, bright red and translucent, full of indescribable charm.
An ancient yellow book, a weird pattern imprinted on the last page, and a dark gray squeak that woke up from silence together form a mysterious and heart-rending picture.
Lin looked at his eyes and looked at the scene, but he could not do anything.
He was controlled as if he was holding the palm of his hand, and he did not listen to it, and sketched it on the "weird pattern."
Lin Xun was the first time he encountered such a weird thing, and his heart was shocked.
He was able to judge that the cause of all this seemed to be related to the blood he had coughed up.
It is because of that blood that makes this dark gray pen awake from silence, and makes that "weird pattern" no longer as simple as the surface.
At this moment, the picture in front of you is like an invisible big hand in controlling everything. It is based on ancient books, with blood as ink, and with 篆 pen as the guide, constantly improving the piece of incompleteness, dim, dense and messy. The "weird pattern".
That incredible scene made Lin find almost no confidence in his own eyes.
Just now, he thought that this time he was very likely to die. Who ever thought that just because of his unintentional move would trigger such mysterious changes?
What does all this mean?
Not waiting for Lin to find out, suddenly felt that the blood of the whole body was pulled by a strong force and rushed to his right palm.
At that moment, the dark gray squeak pen held in the palm suddenly released a force of swallowing, through the skin between the palms, constantly absorbing the blood of the body.
Hey~~
Lin Xun could even hear that his blood was like a torrent of water, constantly pouring into the dark gray enamel pen.
"Damn!"
Lin seeks anxiety in his heart, and the continuous flow of blood will only speed up the progress of death. If he does not stop it, it will not take long for him to use it. He will be violent on the spot because of excessive blood loss!
Lin was struggling with madness, but he couldn’t move it at all. The dark gray pen was like a mountain that could not be shaken. He continued to extract his blood, then waved his pen and wrote the next bright red track on the
weird pattern
.
Lin Xun’s face became paler and paler, his lips were purple, and the whole person was like a lost vitality, showing signs of decline.
How could this be?
Does this pen have to repair this "weird pattern" at the expense of his own life?
Lin looked for bitterness in his heart. He thought that this book left by Mr. Deer could help him change his life, and Nirvana was born again. Whoever thought of his head, all of this actually wanted his life!
Lin Xun, sitting at the desk, is like a puppet being manipulated, and his right palm is holding a pen. On the last page of that ancient book, he constantly sketches and makes a rustling sound.
The atmosphere is very quiet.
Can Lin Xun has not made any sound, his face is getting paler, his breath is getting weaker and weaker, and his consciousness is becoming more and more blurred...
He can't stop it all, maybe, just wait for death.
Lin Xun never thought that he had just arrived in the Ziyan Empire. He had just settled in Jinyun Village. He was just preparing to practice, and the shadow of death has begun to fall.
Is this life?
Inexplicably, Lin Xun remembered the scene of the scene that he had just seen, and it seemed as if he had once again echoed the sigh of the majestic figure - "I don't want to be with me!"
Then, Lin found a black front and completely lost consciousness.
Deep in the night, the stars plunged from the window, the mountains in the distance, lonely and deserted.
The thin-skinned boy, lying on the desk, had no breath, and his right palm, drawn from the dark gray stencil, continued to sketch on the last page of the ancient book...
I don't know how long it took, the dark gray squeaky pen suddenly, like a sword-like pen, suddenly sputtered a glaring golden flame, illuminating the entire black lacquered room.
Then, the whole pen burned and disappeared into the weird pattern on the last page of the mysterious book.
Hey!
A strange wave of turbulence surged from the book, and a sound of screaming sounded like a scorpion.
However, in an instant, this ancient book scroll turned into a glimmer of light, pouring into the unconscious forest, and disappeared.
At the same time, in the sky above the 3,000 mountains, the night of the ink, the stars of the eternal eternal hang in the sky, circling along the constant track.
However, just as the volume of mysterious ancient books disappeared, a ring of invisible invisible embarrassment suddenly emerged in the night sky, like a wave plate spreading in layers in the sky.
For a moment, the celestial billions of stars stunned like a shock, and immediately disappeared. As soon as they were not carefully observed, they could not find such a scene.
......
The same night, the Purple Empire.
On the outskirts of the Imperial Capital, the height of the 9,900-foot-tall star-gazing platform, the night winds, the whistling dragon, this is the highest building of the Imperial City, overlooking it, you can see the entire Emperor's scenery.
At this time, the night was deep, and an old man in a black robe stood alone on the star-gazing platform. His white hair was gray and his body was stunned, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.
This old man is the empire "the heavenly sacrifice", an old man who enjoys a transcendental status and wisdom in the Purple Empire.
It is said that this "Heavenly Sacrifice" has lived for a long time, and when the founding emperor was just ascended to the throne, the old man was already the only master of this "Star Observatory".
Like many days in the past, the old man came to this star-studded platform as usual.
Only today, he did not meditate and meditate as usual, nor did he go to observe the astrology. He stood quietly in front of the railing and looked at the prosperous red dust covered in the night, silent, silent and seemingly abnormal.
"Sure enough, there will be a vision tonight!"
For a long time, the old man seemed to have sensed something. Huo Ran looked up and flashed a bright luster in the sultry scorpion, and looked far away at the far night sky.
Only a moment, the old man brows and muttered: "How come you are gone? Impossible, the sky will drop the vision to the world, there will be signs of suspicion, or hidden in the clouds, or immersed in the stars and stars Within the cycle, there may be an out-of-area disaster, or a light of auspiciousness emerges..."
"Why, the vision tonight is gone? Is it that the old man is wrong?"
In the hurricane, the old man's white hair flutters, and if the gully-like old face is rare, it will be a little dignified.
He knows that something must have happened tonight, but with his own strength, there is no way to observe it.
In such an abnormal situation, almost none of these years have happened.
The old man is old, but it is still a sacrifice! It is the presence of the three-pointer of the royal family in the Purple Empire.
A vision, even the heavenly sacrifice is difficult to see, and the meaning itself represents enough to shock the world.
After a long time of meditation, the old man suddenly sighed and turned and walked down to the star station.
This evening, a Fuxi from the star-watching platform "Tian Sai" was sent to the Imperial Palace in the first time, and even the current great emperor who had already rested was alarmed.
Fu Wei wrote: "There is a vision of heaven coming to the southwestern side of the empire. The vision is mysterious. With the power of the old man, he can't look at his mystery. I am afraid that there will be a great treasure, and I will be careful.

A peerless treasure!
I am afraid that even the "Tian Sacrifice" did not come to mind, because the four words he used made the southwestern side of the empire into the vision of the highest level of the emperor, which caused a lot of trouble in the days to come.
......
Lin Xun was awakened by a chicken scream. When he opened his eyes, his consciousness was awkward.
not dead?
Lin sought to lift the body lying on the desk, only to notice that it was already dawning, and a glimmer of light was projected from the window, sprinkling the gentle light.
It really is not dead!
Lin Xun took a deep breath and felt the air flow reverberating around his body. He finally decided that he was still alive.
He quickly checked his body and found that the blood was strong and the air was accessible. There was no trace of injury, as if everything he encountered last night was a dream.
I can find out that this is definitely not a dream!
Last night, he clearly remembered that his vitality was dying, dying, and even the blood of his body was uncontrollable, and he was constantly drawn by the dark ash pen... and so on!
What about the pen?
Lin Xun suddenly stopped, looked around the desk, found that not only the dark gray pen, even the old book is missing.
Lin searched for a shock in his heart and quickly got up to look for it. This is the most precious treasure left by Mr. Deer. Can you lose it in your own hands?
I could almost find the room and found out the two treasures. Lin looked frowning and his heart became more anxious.
Did someone stole them in the night?
Lin Xun was somewhat uncertain, and at this time, he suddenly noticed inadvertently that in his empty sea of ​​knowledge, there was actually a portal!
It is indeed a door, the whole body is bright red and translucent, and it seems to be soaked from the blood. The surface of the portal is engraved with a mysterious pattern of complex and complex.
Look closely, the pattern is filled with the ancient scent of the wild, just look at the pattern, let Lin find a vague familiar feeling of familiarity.
It is the "weird pattern" imprinted on the last page of the book!
Suddenly, Lin Xun remembered that the pattern engraved on the portal was somewhat similar to the "weird pattern" he had seen.
However, compared with this, the "pattern" on this portal is no longer broken, showing a sense of perfection.
This portal is quietly suspended in the empty sea of ​​knowledge, the mystery that can't be said.
Lin Xun’s face suddenly became weird, and there was an uncontrollable thought in his heart. Could it be that the disappearance of the scroll and the pen was related to this sudden pop-up portal?

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