Qincheng's plan was to first bite the finger and light up the divine pattern, and then Qincheng began to study the traces of breath flow in the divine pattern.

When the spiritual energy provided by this blood begins to weaken and is not enough to light up the divine patterns, Pengshui will apply some more blood.

This is a time of about one incense stick.

In addition, this divine pattern is the size of a palm, so the blood needed is not one drop, but dozens of drops.

"Why do I feel like I'm really going to die of blood?"

After repeating it several times, Peng Shui's face turned slightly pale.

"You've been able to research it?"

"10%."

"What about now?"

"10%."

"It's already dark, how much is it now?"

Qin Cheng replied at first, but now he is too lazy to pay attention to Pengshui.

His mind was all focused on the mysterious divine pattern that communicated.

In my mind, as the divine pattern light flows, the same divine pattern mark is also outlining.

As the understanding deepens, the divine marks in my mind are constantly becoming clearer and smoother.

At this time, outside the thatched hut, there is a building.

A cluster of warm bonfires were lit in the pouring rain.

The drunk old man took a sip of wine and lay on the rocking chair.

On both sides of the table, there were a man and a woman, Xiao Long and Zheng Yue.

"Master, it's about to reach the fifth day, and even the divine mark is almost extinguished. Do you think there are really someone who can completely carve this divine pattern of life within seven days?" Zheng Yue asked curiously.

Xiao Long was also a little excited.

Although the two were the old man's disciples, they eventually condensed their natal divine patterns.

But it took Xiao Long for nearly twenty days, and Zheng Yue even reached the 29th day and experienced the difficulty of condensing the divine pattern with her own experience.

In this way, the old man was praised, thinking that the two were geniuses of formations.

And within seven days, can anyone really do it?

"Of course there is this."

The old man burped and wiped his beard and said, "If no one could do it, then our lineage would not have left this tradition."

"However, my master didn't do it, and I didn't do it either, it's even more useless for you two."

"But I heard that the nine disciples of the ancestor of the Formation Demon did it, and some people continued to do it later. Those who can condense their natal divine patterns within seven days can become a genius that is unparalleled in the world, causing a stir in that era."

Xiao Long and the others were a little yearning for it. Once such a god appears, no one can stop him.

"It's a pity that although you two are geniuses, neither of you have that kind of talent." The old man said.

"Master, you always talk about talent, but what is talent?" Zheng Yue couldn't help asking.

"Talent, no explanation."

The old man took another sip of wine and shook his head.

"It's like children learn to speak. Some people can speak clearly when they are almost one year old, and it's possible that they are two or three years old. So what do you think is the reason? Or, some people can remember it all, while some people still have a lot of mud after studying hard for ten years, and even the two are biological brothers. Why is that?"

"The reason why the inheritance method seals everything outside the monk is to detect the true talent of the monk, is the kind of potential that cannot be explained and hidden in the body."

The old man looked at the grass house in the distance.

Talent cannot be cultivated after birth, and no one can help. If Qincheng can succeed, he will be a descendant of the Taoist tradition of the formation demon lineage.

If not, there will be no second chance in life.

"That intentionally imprisoned him, and designed to be a situation where he would die for seven days, and create a situation that would deteriorate, is also to force out the potential of this monk, right?" Xiao Long suddenly realized.

"Yes, there are two or three days left to see how this child is. If he can't take shape within seven days, then just like you, you can only worship me as your teacher, and the future will be small."

The old man drank the wine in the gourd in one breath.

Suddenly he pinched his fingers.

"I can't talk to you anymore. The old crazy woman in the Body Refining Sect is about to find me. I have to do some tricks. I'll leave this to you."

"Oh, I just drank a few jars of medicinal wine for the younger generation with bearded faces, and chased me half of the continent. If I was too anxious, I would hide in the ruins of the ancient immortal gate."

After complaining a few times, the old man suddenly stood up, his figure burst out like a bubble, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Junior sister, I wonder if my junior brother would get angry if he knew we were lying to him."

When the old man left, Xiao Long couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The so-called death in seven days, the disappearing pillars and those scarlet eyes are naturally fake.

"Probably not, after all, we came here like this," said Zheng Yue.

At this time, inside the thatched hut.

Qin Cheng and Peng Shui didn't know all this and were still continuing to act step by step.

At this time, no matter the strange phenomena of the world outside, the wind, frost, snow and rain outside, or the peeping with red eyes outside the door, both of them were reluctant to care.


Chapter completed!