: The Promotion of the Pattern

"Cold Feng! Come and see what happened to Sheila!" Talia exclaimed, and his vitality was quickly disappearing from Sheila's body. (Sila's eyes were dull and lying on Xiaobao's back. There was no magic in his eyes. Although the cold poison in his body was untied, his heart was about to die.

Han Feng was suddenly shocked, and his figure flashed in front of Sheila. He raised his hand and slapped her hands on Sheila's face. Han Feng's eyes were full of anger. Since Sheila could not bear the blow of failure, she wanted to give up. "Wake up! Your grandpa! Have you not avenged your parents' revenge? Sheila? Alfonso! Are they all dead in vain!"

The cold wind exerted so much force that she suddenly pulled Sheila off Xiaobao's back. Sheila's name awakened Sheila's deepest memory. Tears flowed out of Sheila's eyes.

Fortunately, the cold wind awakened Sheila even though it was a step later, Sheila might have died in her confession.

Sheila was like a child crying bitterly on his face, hugging the cold wind and shouting his grandfather's name. "Grandpa, I lost! I lost a lot. Grandpa..."

Sheila, who has always been strong in front of others, finally showed her most vulnerable side in front of everyone. The girls' eyes suddenly turned red, and Sheila's sadness was quickly conveyed in everyone's heart. Everyone's eyes were even more firm. If they could not share the burden of their companions, they could only help when their companions needed their own strength. The determination to become stronger filled the hearts of everyone present.

For Sheila, passing by the Gate of Hell this time may not be a bad thing. A person needs to vent his vent after a long period of time, otherwise he may only need a small amount of pressure from the outside world to collapse.

"Don't give up easily, as long as we are still alive, there is hope." The cold wind's words made Sheila cry even louder.

Sheila cried for a long time before gradually calming down. It seemed that she had finally vented all the depression that had accumulated in her heart. Sheila gradually returned to her calmness and fell asleep in the arms of the cold wind.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as she felt her breathing smoothly.

Wen stared at the person in front of him with cold eyes. Elder Sevira, who had been above him for many years, had already forgotten what fear was. And Wen finally made everyone present feel fear again. After all, it was the elder of Sevira, and even if he felt the threat of death, no one begged for mercy. But everyone had already scolded Kelusa in his heart. If it weren't for the damn Kelusa's actions privately and plotted a large number of outrageous actions, everyone would not have fallen to such a level.

Wen's murderous aura became stronger and stronger. Her mind was full of messy corpses of the same clan, her companions who were tortured, her mother who was raped and then killed, and her tribe members who were trained to be dogs. Reason was gradually overwhelmed by hatred. Wen's dagger made an instant move, and passed through the necks of seven people, and seven blood lines appeared from the necks of seven people.

"I'm not dead?" An elder who closed his eyes and waited for death felt that the breath of the wind had been away. He opened his eyes in confusion and was surprised that he was still alive. The other elders were still alive, but there was a shallow blood thread on his neck.

At this time, the cold voice of the winds was clearly heard into the seven people's ears. "There are heads and debts, let Kelusa wait, I will go to find him."

The seven elders breathed a sigh of relief. Although they did not succumb to the threat of death, it would be best if they could not die. Several elders made up their minds at the same time that they must suppress Ke Lusa and the national teacher after they returned. More than half of the thirteen elders opposed Ke Lusa and the national teacher, and the impact was quite large, and the result was beyond Han Fengfei's expectations.

After staying away from the seven elders, Wen cried bitterly. She didn't want to show her embarrassing side in front of the enemy. After a long time, Wen gradually calmed down. The dagger in his hand slowly emitted a black light. The magic pattern on his arms jumped faintly, echoing the black light on the dagger, wrapping the pattern inside.

The body of the silk slowly merged into the body of the silk. The magic patterns that were originally densely covered on the arms began to move all over the body as if they were alive. The expression of the silk seemed to be very painful. As the magic patterns spread to the neck, the silks fell to their bodies and kept trembling.

When the Mist Hidden Clan breaks through, the magic patterns on the arms will spread to the whole body. When the magic patterns cover the surface, it means that the pattern has broken through level 9. However, the stronger the race, the more dangerous it is when it breaks through, and the Mist Hidden Clan is no exception. If you cannot survive the pain caused by the spread of the magic patterns, then the pattern will not only fail to break through, but will also die.

Wen's body kept oozing out of blood, dyeing the surrounding land bright red. Wen gritted his teeth tightly, and the tragic situation of the people in his mind appeared over and over again, and the belief in revenge continued to support Wen to persist.

The magic pattern slowly gathered on the forehead of the silk, and it was about to break through successfully, but the last few magic patterns were still unwilling to form. The silk thought of Han Feng's words, and the inner demon was too heavy, which made it impossible to break through.

Cracks appeared on Wen's teeth, Wen's ten fingers grabbed ten blood marks on the ground, Wen slowly stood up. Even though her legs were constantly trembling, she still stood up steadily. Wen was already a bloody man at this time. A large amount of blood was constantly dripping on the ground where the magic patterns on her arms passed.

"I'm not willing to give up! I want to take revenge! God! You can't stop me! No one can stop me! Roar!" Wen raised his head, stared at Cangqiu with red eyes, and Shuangxing's blood and tears slid down Wen's face, and a low roar came from his throat.

"Boom!" The thunder on the ground was trembling, and a bolt of lightning descended from the clear sky, hitting the roaring patterns.

Wen's body was instantly burned by high-temperature electric power, and the smell of burnt filled the air. Unbelievable, struck by lightning, there was still a trace of extremely weak vitality in Wen's body, but this vitality was like a flame in the strong wind, which would be blown away at any time.

The dagger that fell on one side slowly floated in the air, and a faint sigh echoed in the uninhabited woods. The black light slowly burst out from the pitch-black dagger, and the black light turned into strong vitality and poured into the body where the pattern had been burned by electric scorch.

The faint vitality in the body of the tattoo was nourished by the black light in the dagger and gradually became stronger, and the tattoo gradually regained its perception.

"Bangkang!" He reborn after breaking out of the cocoon, and the fingers of the silken fingers moved slightly, and the charred shell on the arms was broken by her. He moved his arms and clenched his fist hard. A strong vibration spread throughout his body. The coke wrapped around the silken body was shaken away, and the silken skin was exposed to the air. The smooth, white skin was as tender as a baby's skin.

The blue and blue magic patterns are spread on every corner of the tattoo. Two magic patterns are symmetrically arranged on the smooth face, which adds a bit of charm to the pattern. The blood-colored magic patterns on the center of the forehead are particularly conspicuous, and are also different from the magic patterns of the powerful men of the Mist Hidden Clan who have broken through level 9 in history.

Wen looked around with confusion in her eyes, not sure, so when the lightning struck her, she thought she was dead, and even she had eliminated the mysterious feeling that her soul was about to leave her body.

"Child, don't let hatred blind your eyes, and you should not have a killing heart. You have a group of very good friends, and you have gone with peace of mind for your father. I did not protect you and your tribe members well before I was alive, but now I have finally fulfilled my father's responsibilities. I have goodbye to my child forever." A voice from the void came into Wen's ears, Wen's whole body was shocked, and the familiar voice was his father.

The black dagger floating in the air seemed to have exhausted all its energy and dropped to the ground. The originally dark dagger body turned blue-gray, and the magic pattern on the arms was printed on the dagger. This is the true face of this dagger.

Wen finally understood why his father's dagger turned dark after he got into his hands. It turned out that his father had never left her, and his soul had always been attached to the dagger to accompany him. He should have died, but his father used the power of his original soul to save him.

"Father!" Wen held the dagger that fell to the ground, and tears fell again. This time his father really left him and would never come back. When Old Man Mu recognized him with a dagger, he should have thought of it.

Deep guilt filled Wen's whole heart. Even though he had successfully broken through the level nine barrier, Wen still fainted weakly.

That night, there were a few stars in the deep night sky. The fire of the prairie fire took a nap in a cave. Karina turned over and murmured something. From the smile on the corner of her mouth, she could see that she was having a beautiful dream. Arnold sat quietly by the campfire, adding wood to it in a daze, and didn't know what she was thinking. The others were also taking a nap, except for the cold wind and Vimesh.

The night breeze was slightly cool, and Han Feng stood on the top of the tree, staring at the direction of the extremely ice ocean, as if he was about to see the familiar scene through countless mountains and rivers. Han Feng seemed to see Protus' unyielding eyes, sitting upright in the dilapidated Dragon Temple. He couldn't help but sigh, his strength was still too weak.

"What's wrong, are you missing home?" A person suddenly appeared beside Han Feng. Vimeshu stood on the side of the treetop and saw Han Feng looking north and asked with a smile. Han Feng shook his head and didn't say anything.

"Tell me about your physical condition? Another soul has been produced in your body? Is it related to the bloodline of the god of death?" Vimishu shook his head when he saw Han Feng, and he was not too worried about this issue. He went straight to the point and asked out his guess.

Han Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head helplessly. "Did you even find out? I've never been sure before, but I'm sure after Karina said this today."

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