Chapter 1017 magic pattern

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The white old man and the Taoist priest were fine. The middle-aged woman Ding Ning had a feeling of deja vu, but she couldn’t remember where she had seen it. She couldn’t help but look at it.
Unexpectedly, the middle-aged woman turned out to be aware of it. It seemed to be unintentionally stunned by Ding Ning's position, so that Ding Ning's heart jumped and quickly closed his eyes, and his heart was shocked. This woman was a keen instinct.
The middle-aged woman clearly felt that someone was voyeuristic, but there was no one there, so she frowned slightly, and her face was inexplicable. Then she showed a bit of bitterness on her face. She shook her head and no longer thought about it. Attention is again focused on the statue.
Ding Ning did not dare to look at it any more, put away the face mask of the black face, quietly appeared when no one noticed, mixed into the crowd, and observed the mystery of the statue.
The statue is carved with the same gray-white stone on the ground. The style of the sculpture is as rough as ever. For his master of the sword, this sculpture is simply unbearable, and how rough and rough it is.
But when he saw the natural pattern of the statue on the big feet like the claws of the claws, the heart could not help but scream for it, and the bottom of the eyes showed a fascinating color.
Destroy the Rune, it is a magnified do not know how many times the annihilation charm!
No, no, this is not a annihilation of the rune, but a Taishen rune with a five-point similarity to the annihilation rune.
Ding Ning quickly realized that it was wrong, forcibly converging his mind, his face was calm, but he could not help but raise a suspicion in his mind. Where is it here, why is there a plausible pattern of annihilation?
This pattern is not the other way. What others see is the texture left by the rough and simple carvings, and what he sees is the natural formation of the stone itself.
The mysterious big bluestone, the artificially carved human-like statue, has this naturally formed texture. What kind of connection do they have? Is it accidental or inevitable?
How is this pattern formed? Why are people carved into statues here?
Ding Ning was puzzled and bitter, and he determined that the natural lines on the statue were not annihilation, but another kind of ecstasy with the power of the gods.
It’s a pity that the person who carved the statue didn’t know the goods at all. He even used this stone with the beginning of the gods as an ordinary stone to divide it into a statue, and also used his rough carvings to inscribe an unknown thing. The pattern will turn the good deity of the beginning into a streak.
It’s a violent thing!
Ding Ning was inexplicably inexplicable. A good early tattoo was destroyed by human beings and only half of the incomplete lines were left, so that he could not drop blood in his heart.
Even the streaks have deeply attracted Ding Ning's attention, and soon immersed the mind in it. The hands and subconsciouss are swaying, and the lines are constantly being copied. Try to push out the broken parts.
But the beginning of the gods contains the most magical power between heaven and earth. It is part of the original true solution, and it is so easy to be able to deduct it. Ding Ning frowned and entered the realm of selflessness, unconsciously planning over and over again. With.
Not right, still not right!
Ding Ning tried again and again, but he could not get through it, failing again and again.
I was not immersed in the state of Linyi. At this moment, there was no one around the statue. The people who had been acquainted with the statue all the time were far away, and they were all staring at him.
Because he was in the unconscious plan, it caused a certain resonance of the statue. As his fingers swung in the air, the whole statue shone with a faint blue electric mang, as if there was a sleeping thunder in the statue. , always wake up and break through the wall.
Only with the termination of his every stroke, the thunder of the statue will dissipate and resume silence. Until his next match, Lei Guang will start to squat again... and then terminate again... again...
The feeling is like a flooding dam that hits the dam at any time. At any time, it is necessary to break the levee out of the ocean. But every time it is a little bit of power, the flood can never completely break through the crumbling dam, making people hang A heart is always carrying, and there are no landings.
With Ding Ning's repeated strokes, and once again giving up at the last minute, the atmosphere on the square gradually began to become depressed, full of the sense of forced depression of the wind and rain.
The heavy depressing atmosphere makes everyone feel an invisible sense of oppression. It is better to be a high-level person. At present, it can be forced to suppress, but when it is slightly worse, it feels like a chest is depressed and it is like a heavy one. Like a mountain, the irritability and depression of nowhere to vent, they can't help but want to kill, want to vent, want to release, their eyes begin to be quick and bloody, full of desires of temper and killing.
"Ah... kill, I want to kill you!"
The first man who was oppressed by this extreme finally collapsed, red-eyed and pulled out his long sword at the waist, and slammed a sword to the white man on the side.
"what!"
The man who was still struggling to suppress his violent impulse couldn't take it anymore, and he was beheaded by a sword only when he had a scream.
The scarlet blood seems to activate the suppressed desire of all people, and the first one is beaten by a man who is also crazy. The blood is mixed with the brain of the white flower, which completely reveals a scene. The feast of killing.
In addition to seeing the situation is not good, the first time, a slap in the face, a slap in the face, a breath of eyeballs, and a Pimul, who retired from the Tian Xuanzi and the ordinary mercenary dressed up, as well as the middle-aged woman and Taoist, white old man The people in the entire square are in the midst of madness. They are red-eyed and gasping. Even in the face of their former companions, they are as ruthless as the unscrupulous enemies.
There are no fighting rules, no martial arts, and even no defense. These people are like the most primitive beasts, killing one imaginary enemy with weapons, fists, feet, knees and even teeth.
Shouting and killing the sound, with the life of a strip of life becoming a fragment of the residual limb, the blood continually spreads wildly in the square, infiltrating into the blue-gray stone on the ground, and continuously gathers through the veins to the statue.
Tian Xuanzi’s sorrowful color, tightly guarding the stunned Pimul, his eyes stalking in the chaotic battlefield. Anyway, Jiang’s no regrets and other three people are holy people, they can die, but they Can't die under his eyelids.
However, the battles of thousands of people were too confusing, and here the gods were strongly suppressed. For a while, he could not find the traces of the three people who did not regret.
What he didn't know was that, besides a few of them who still kept the sensible, there was a little lama who was not affected by it. He quietly swam on the edge of the battlefield, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and he was immersed in the inscription. Ding Ning in Rune.
The white old man was expressionless and indifferently watching the scene; the maids and the middle-aged women were stunned, staring at Ding Ning who was still ignoring all these things. Then he showed the color of grief, and bowed down to the omnipotent goddess, but did not mean to stop it.
King Kong Wang Hong’s eyes are full of golden light, and it’s very eye-catching to kill in the crowd. Every punch is blown out, and some people’s heads must be broken like rotten watermelons. In such a melee, his super defense is undoubtedly It is the greatest guarantee for his survival.
Also standing out is Rachel, who doesn't show up in the mountains. Don't look at the harmless look of the animals before, and there are injuries on the legs, but there is no ambiguity at the moment, the whole person's movements are fast. If thunder and lightning, ruthlessly killing everyone who is in sight, even if it loses reason, but the natural fighting instinct still makes her in the scuffle.
In addition to them, there are three people who are most eye-catching. One of them is a black and thin Tianzhu. This person’s yoga has been cultivated to an incredible level. The physical toughness has reached a level of inhumanity. The whole person is like a Rubber people, sometimes grouped into a sphere like a shell of a smashing bullet, others are broken; sometimes, like a python, the body is turned into a soft cord, tightly wrapped around the enemy, strangling people alive; sometimes incarnation is endless The rifle, which is not reminded, uses the head as the tip of the gun, and it is hard to kill a straight blood road...
The other one is tall and straight, with a resolute face and a simple youth. With a steel knife in his hand, someone will be cut into two sections. It is like a in hell, the knife is so delicate that it is natural, and the whole battlefield. It is his most relaxed, and he has been harvesting one life after another. If it is not that he has indeed lost his reason, he does not know that he is practicing the knife.
There is another person who is a beautiful eyebrow and looks like a young monk who is only 16 or 7 years old. His fascinating eyes reveal a mournful color. He has a word in his mouth and keeps wandering in the battle group. No one died, all of them were stunned by the airway that he exudes. In the battlefield, I am afraid that he is the only one who has not lost his mind except Zhugu.
There are also several embarrassing characters among the mercenaries, but compared with the five of them, it is not worth mentioning. At this moment, it is also killing red eyes. All of them are wounded, and death is only a matter of time.
Tian Xuanzi did not find Jiang no regrets three people, but inadvertently discovered the little monk, could not help but admire the color, whispered whispered: "I don't want to be a little guy from Tianyin Temple, this is the 18th drop that has already been practiced It’s such a state of ecstasy."
In the corner away from the battlefield, under a transparent umbrella, Jiang did not regret the Yantong and the green bamboo that he was unconsciously stunned. His eyes were bloodshot and his breathing gradually became heavy. Even if he was martial, he would Such as iron, under the horrible pressure and stimulation, there are still some minds that have lost their minds. They have to use the way of biting their own tongues to let the pain keep the front line of Lingtai clear, and bitterly compete with the desire of killing in the heart. .
"This magical pattern is terrible!"
The white old man suddenly whispered to himself.
The Taoist priest nodded and nodded and agreed.
The oil maid woman dressed by the maid soldier showed a thoughtful color and did not express her position.
The middle-aged woman was blind and blinked. "I am only interested in the person who can activate the magic sculpture."
"Really, those who can understand the magic pattern so quickly and inspire the way to the devil are indeed amazing."
The white old man said with deep feelings that his eyes flashed a greedy color.
Tian Xuanzi frowned slightly, and he felt that these people seemed to know something. Only he did not know anything, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
"How about joining hands this time?"
The white old man suddenly looked at the mercenary woman and asked.
"God has always liked to eat alone, and when did he learn to join hands?"
The mercenary woman is not scornful.