Dragon Prince Yuan

When the divine light surged in Zhou Yuan's eyes, he grasped his hand, the Tian Yuan pen appeared in his hand, the white tip slightly trembled, the void in front of him outlined at lightning speed.

The tip of the pen passes with a wonderful source mark.

These source marks are interwoven, linked, or fused together, and instantly there are thousands of changes.

Countless traces of origin gradually gather, like a miraculous picture in front of the circumference, at a time when he, a painter, is constantly repairing the defects in order to make them complete.

Zhou Yuan's eyes are extremely focused. Sometimes the Tian Yuan pen in his hand carries a shadow, and the next pen is like a divine aid. Sometimes it suddenly solidifies. After a while, the next pen slowly, it is extremely difficult to outline a subtle source...

With the passage of time, it was soon half-day time passed, and Zhou Yuan's forehead was filled with some fine sweat, his eyes reflected countless source marks flashing, the power of the divine soul to the extreme, constantly making various deductions.

At some point, Zhou Yuan's pen finally stopped.

He took a heavy breath.

He stared at the void in front of him, only to see there, floating about half a length of light, quite obscure and complex, each trace, transformed by countless traces of origin.

This is a prototype of a source pattern.

It is also the result of the deduction of days of the week.

“This source print, it's just a shell, but my shell is a little more subtle than that.” Zhou Yuan spoke to himself with a slight sense of pride in his voice, because he still had considerable confidence in his origins.

After all, he went through strict supervision!

“But...”

But then, Zhou Yuan's eyebrows wrinkled tightly, and the structure of the source lines was shaped, but the most important core was missing, which was the hardest step.

For example, the very core of the trace, which is the kind of peculiar material that is extremely confidential in the fire chamber, is the core formed from this material in order to make the trace work eventually.

The circumference did not know what was at the heart of the Fire Palace trace, so he had to find an alternative, but that was the hardest part, and the Fire Palace had to go through countless trials and eventual luck to find this wonder that could capture the source trace.

“But I don't have that much time..." Zhou Yuan eyebrows locked up, today's situation, one more day, then Chen Beifeng will have a day.

So the circumference at this time can only hang up the brain juice.

The effect of tracing is like a spider web, which has a wonderful stickiness, which can have an effect on the source traces of species that are free from celestial winds and so on, and what other special materials can also have an effect on the source traces?

Zhou Yuan's mind flashed fast through some of the materials he knew, but eventually threw them away as much as he could because they didn't fit.

Time has passed, and the night has covered the earth.

And Zhou Yuan still stared at his eyes, and his eyes sat on the bed with a platter of blood climbing, whispering to himself.

Finally, he sighed with disappointment, some powerlessness fell on the bed, he deduced a new source structure, but stopped walking outside of that core material, at this time, he felt a little confused, no wonder the traces of Fire Pavilion can walk in four pavilions alone, this thing is really unique.

“I can't, I'll just have to wait next month to blow up that Chen Beifeng...”

Zhou Yuan masked his mouth, he didn't believe it. After he beat the guy to death, he dared to jump.

However, it is not possible to solve the problems caused by the traces. Even if he becomes the head of the pavilion, he will suffer some constraint, and if Wang Du becomes the head of the pavilion, he will directly block the sale of the traces to the pavilion. Undoubtedly, by then, he will really make a grey face, and the members of the pavilion will probably be dissatisfied with this.

When I think about it, the Zhou Yuan is a little tedious, and the feeling that this must be strangled by someone else is really unpleasant.

After all, it's impossible for him to find Sister Jing? That's impossible to say.

Zhou Yuan hated biting his teeth, he could only sit up on a disk, his eyes closed, running the Chaos God sharpening ideas, restoring the consuming spirit, he intends to continue to deduce tonight!

Boom!

The subtle roar began to echo as the grinding of the gods began to spin in the mind.

Zhou Yuan's soul stood before the divine grind and looked up at the immense divine grind, and when the divine grind fell, it seemed that there was a spiritual flash in Zhou Yuan's heart.

Zhou Yuan opened his eyes and directly interrupted the practice. His eyes rolled round, trying to grasp the light in his heart, so that his body solidified like a statue for a long time. At a certain moment, his palms clapped on the bed.

Boom!

The whole bed collapsed at this time.

But Zhou Yuan's eyes were the rays of ecstasy, because he caught the light!

It's... the mother of the Spirit print engraved deep in the wind.

The source marks contained in the Heavenly Spirit wind are reincarnated with the mother and son of the wind spiritual pattern. The relationship between the two is like that of mother and son. Naturally, there is a very subtle connection and attraction. If... if he can copy the scent of the mother of the wind spiritual pattern as the core of this other new source pattern, then once it is activated, it will inevitably form a great attraction for the wind spiritual trace of the wind domain!

And that will definitely work better than catching marks!

Because the traces are just passive waiting for the source marks to come to the door and then, fortunately, stick them to the door, but if there is a scent of the mother of the wind pattern, once the source marks of the body are passed, they will inevitably converge like a moth burst as soon as they are sensed!

One passive, one active!

Sentence!

There is absolutely no material in the world that is more attractive to wind spiritual traces than the smell of the mother of wind spiritual traces!

“Found it! ”

Zhou Yuan is excited, that's it, that's it!

Zhou Yuan looked up and laughed. He directly broke out of the door and turned into a stream of light that rushed out of Wind Island. He went directly to the Four Spirits Tower of Origin and then entered the wind.

He can't wait to try again.

Into the wind, the circumference ran the Chaos God sharpening idea again. When the roar sounded, it was unexpected that he would hear resonance again from the outside world. That was from the speckle grinding behind the wind layer.

Zhou Yuan's eyebrows flashed with light, and the divine soul broke out directly, quickly rising into an invisible light group and coming under the wind layer.

The wind layer curls slightly, forming a small wind tunnel.

“Thank God for grinding seniors. ”

Zhouyuan divine soul fluctuated slightly, then rapidly up along the wind tunnel, not long ago, through the wind layer, that void chaotic space appeared in the eyes, and in the chaos, the spotted god abraded as if it were an ancient existence there.

And Zhou Yuan's eyes, the first time, bet on a green light ancient source pattern inscribed on the speckle grinding, that is the mother of the wind spirit pattern!