Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

The beggar-like old man was called Laotian by the other two refiners, but he did not know his real name.

After seeing Mo Que's ware pattern, Lao Tian said with a drink, "No one in the world can engrave this set of ware patterns, but if you meet me, you are lucky!"

Seeing his profound eyes, Mo Que couldn't understand, and immediately went to the city to buy good wine and food to serve.

After Laotian had eaten and drank enough, he rubbed his feet and said, "That's right, if you're on the road, I'll help you this time."

Immediately, he kicked out the other two old men, turned against the guests, took up Fang Yan's refining room, and then asked Mo Que to take off his clothes.

Mo Que is not a twisted person either, taking off all his clothes and sitting on the ground.

"Although your group is a weapon pattern, it is not engraved on ordinary weapons. Therefore, no one in the world can engrave a weapon refiner, not even a tool emperor!"

"This pattern is specially made for the people of Martial Dao. To engrave this pattern, it is not the person who engraves the pattern, but the person who is engraved!"

"Weapons are dead things, and you are living things. If you engrave weapon patterns on your body, your will should be the leading factor, and you should use the blood in your body to guide these weapon patterns."

The beggar-like Laotian said, extending his fingers to portray Mo Que.

I saw that the old man's finger became as red as fire, and it was extremely hot. When it was touched on Mo Que's martial arts, even the strength of his martial arts had a burning feeling.

You must know that Mo Que's martial art has been refined in magma. Although it is only on the surface, it is hard to hurt him with ordinary power.

This old beggar doesn't know where it came from, but a finger is even more terrifying than magma.

"If you can't help it, you can call it out!" The old beggar joked when he saw Mo Que's pained face.

Mo Que didn't say a word. When he was boiled by Yao Lao in the medicine cauldron, he also shouted, but after Yao Lao reprimanded him, he never shouted a word after the pain of body refinement.

The old beggar showed admiration in his eyes, stopped talking, and used one finger to portray Mo Que.

The pain level of this process is no less than that of Mo Que's previous body training.

He felt that a finger of the old man was like a sharp blade, cutting the flesh and blood of his body inch by inch.

"Don't be stunned, control the internal skills and blood of your martial body, blend into these artifact patterns, and feel the mystery!" The old beggar reminded Mo Que in his ear.

Mo Que didn't care about the pain on his body, he acted as he said, and integrated the inner law and blood of the sun into the pattern of the old beggar's utensils.

His martial physique has not changed, but at this time, he has a mysterious and mysterious feeling.

In the pattern of the utensils, there are infinite mysteries, which can bless the power of weapons, refine them into talismans, or make a magic circle.

At this moment, when Mo Que paid close attention to the sensor pattern, he seemed to see the trajectory of the scorching sun in the sky.

It is not as simple as dividing it into twelve stars as before, but it seems to be meticulous at every moment.

Moreover, the previous twelve o'clock sun training method was just the trajectory of the sun in a day.

But this set of ware patterns contains more changes, as if including the four seasons of cold and heat, three hundred and sixty-five days a year.

A person who refines qi, cultivates three hundred and sixty-five orifices, and forms a universe.

The method of the sun, sunset and moon rise, should also include the rotation of the four seasons, spring to autumn, not just twelve stars in a day.

Mo Que felt the more profound mystery of the way of the sun in this set of artifact patterns.

He even faintly saw the even greater way of the sun.

Throughout the ages, the stars have moved, the world has changed, the sun has always coexisted with the world, and it is immortal!

The way of the sun is mysterious and complex, far from being as simple as he imagined, nor can it be summed up in a mere 12 Yangxing Forms. The way of the sun that he had learned before was only a first entry into this door, just like a person who cultivates Qi to the peak of the Aperture Realm, is only a first entry into the door.

Seeing that Mo Que almost forgot the pain on his body and devoted himself to the feeling of the tattoo, the old beggar nodded secretly.

This set of utensils is complex and huge. He carved it on Mo Que for seven days and seven nights before completing it.

After engraving this pattern, to what extent Mo Que's martial stamina fits this pattern, it all depends on his own good fortune.

The higher the degree of fit, the deeper he understands the mysteries contained in these artifact patterns, and the stronger the power of the sun in his body.

"Old beggar, how is it, did you succeed?"

When Lao Tian walked out of the house, the two refiners were already waiting here.

Engraving utensils on people's bodies is an unprecedented thing. As utensils refiners, they are naturally very interested.

"The tattoo is finished, but how much he can get depends on his own good fortune!" The old beggar drank again and said, "However, this kid is indeed suitable for Martial Dao, and the final result must not be too bad! "

The two refiners just stood guard outside the door, wanting to see with their own eyes whether the human-shaped weapon could really succeed in the end.

"boom!"

On this day, a golden light fell from the sky, coming from the scorching sun above Nine Heavens.

"Actually inspired the power of the sun in the sky, this kid turned himself into a weapon, and there is still a Dao Item blessed by the power of Heavenly Dao, not a ground weapon?"

The two refiners looked at the golden light falling from the sky and looked at each other, dumbfounded.

It's crazy to turn the body into a weapon, but what Mo Que made is not an earth-level weapon, but a Dao Item blessed by the power of Heavenly Dao?

It's not that they have no vision, but the world is too crazy!

"boom!"

A few days later, the room where Mo Que was sitting suddenly collapsed, revealing the golden figure sitting in the room.

"This..." Fang Yan was stunned and said, "He is just the power of the inner magic that overflows from his body, and he has such power. If he takes the initiative to use it, what will be the result?"

Another old man's face was also very wonderful, and said: "Since the fall of Martial Dao, how many years has no one brought a martial body cultivator to this Realm?"

Only the beggar-like old man was as calm as ever, drinking wine beside him, glancing at Mo Que from time to time.

In this way, Mo Que sat there for ten days and ten nights after the engraving was completed.

Finally, on this day, the golden light on his body disappeared, and his tightly closed eyes finally opened.

"Isn't a trace of the pattern disappearing?" The old beggar stepped forward to check and couldn't help but be surprised.

The tattoo is engraved on a living person. If it doesn't fit, it will disappear soon, just like if there is a gap on a dead weapon, it will always exist, but a human being is a living thing, and a wound on the body will heal itself.

On Mo Que's body, there are all the artifact patterns all over his body, indicating that his martial body has been matched with all the artifact patterns.

At this time, as long as Mo Que runs the inner method, these artifact patterns on his body will emerge, filled with blood, and the red lines are densely covered all over his body, which looks both Sacred and evil.

"Thank you senior for your kindness today!" Mo Que put on his clothes and solemnly thanked the old beggar.

Cultivation of internal law, hidden spirit in blood, this is the realm of Martial Dao blood spirit.

In the blood spirit realm, it is engraved on the flesh, so that the inner law in the blood is further integrated with the flesh and blood, which is called the outer virtual realm in Martial Dao.

After reaching this level, Mo Que is now in the martial arts, and can be regarded as a person who can truly be compared to the naive Realm.

"What kind of big thing do you want to do when you are so eager to improve your strength?" Lao Tian was digging his feet and drinking with one hand, looking at Mo Que with interest.