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The three-dimensional picture outlined under the brush shattered without warning.
At the last moment, Gu Juan saw that Sun Chuanmo's body seemed to move in the three-dimensional picture scroll, and reached out to hold the writing brush on his body.
He didn't have time to think about it, he didn't even think about anything, he just slashed out with an axe, and slashed heavily on the brush that suddenly rippled.
Click!
The thin brush was truly and completely broken in two this time.
A huge amount of black ink gushed out from the fracture, like a breached embankment, spreading wantonly in all directions.
Gu Juan's body was filled with flames, opening up a safe space for himself, and without any hesitation, he slashed with a few more axes.
It wasn't until the pleasure of life and experience points swept through his whole body that he let out a long breath, trembling all over, stepped forward two steps, and grabbed the broken pen that was falling from mid-air.
"It has lost all its spirituality. In other words, if the pen was alive before, it has lost all signs of life now."
"The pair of boots that suddenly appeared at the end seemed to be standard cavalry combat boots. The bandage wrapped around his hand had dried blood on it, and the armguard was obviously also military equipment .¡±
Comparing it with the cavalry equipment of Zhennanfu Junzhen, although the pair of riding boots and arm guards have the marks of Wei Dynasty craftsmen, they are not the current standard equipment, and the most likely is a batch of equipment from a certain period in the past.
The owl should be the old man of Xiaoshan, but at that time, it seemed to be a little weak. Compared with now, it is at the same level as the sky and the ground.
But who exactly belonged to those riding boots?
The old man Xiaoshan who is very powerful now is just something that guy dropped casually, it looks like he threw away a pet without hesitation.
There is also this brush that made him suffer a lot, and that guy put it on Sun Chuanmo's body.
So, who is this person?
This immediately became the biggest question in Gu Juan's mind.
However, what happened in the picture has already passed for a long time, at least how many years have to be counted.
Therefore, although Gu Juan was extremely wary of the owner of the pair of combat boots, he was still relatively calm. After thinking about it to no avail, he immediately shifted his focus to another direction.
Gu Juan looked around, the black water running across the ground lost its source of power, and instantly evaporated into steam under the burning of the red flames, and then disappeared, leaving only complicated lines and patterns.
He is very interested in these lines, and even more interested in the ghost faces made after these lines are formed.
There are also the few pieces of red paper that he took away. After careful observation, he found that this red color was not caused by any kind of dye, but should be the color formed after soaking in blood.
And after an in-depth comparison between him and Xiang Li, it was finally determined that it should be the old bird's blood.
This is very worthy of thinking and research.
After standing still and thinking for a while, Gu Jue decided to start a hard work.
Even though he had studied various drawing courses such as engineering drawing, mechanical drawing, and even computer drawing in the previous time and space, it is still difficult for him to complete such a huge job under the current conditions of lack of precision tools. A dreadful task.
But he still started working without hesitation, starting from making various measurement markers by himself, measuring, calculating, recording, and drawing bit by bit, and he really gritted his teeth and persisted.
When I was sleepy and tired, I went to a distance to wipe my face with snow indiscriminately, and when I was thirsty and hungry, I went to a distance to stuff some snow into my mouth.
If you are bored and don't want to do it anymore, just recall the pair of riding boots that appeared at the end of the three-dimensional picture, so as to spur and alert yourself.
During this boring process, he accidentally discovered that Xiang Li in the bronze mirror really lived up to the name of the radar. Through its strange perception method, he was measuring the distance of the lines and the various arcs that made him feel like a bucket. It turned out to be surprisingly easy to use when changing.
Just like that, after several days and nights passed, Gu Juan finally finished the last stroke and recorded the last data.
Immediately afterwards, he started to push back again, looking at the traces of the lines that had not yet disappeared, and calculated whether the data he had was accurate enough
Gu Juan returned to Sanpu City again, and rented a single-family courtyard in an inconspicuous place to live.
The crowd here is very mobile, and many new faces come in and out every day, so it is a good place to hide your identity.
He lives a semi-reclusive life every day. Except for going out every once in a while to buy the necessary food, he has been shrinking in the house, constantly exercising his proficiency in drawing.
In the blink of an eye, ten days have passed.
Gu Juan finished drawing the last line on the last piece of red paper. Looking at the almost scaled-down version of the ghost face on the paper, he took a deep breath, wiped off the smear of red on his fingertips, and prepared to open the next door. One trial.
Failure is the mother of success.
But after many failures, the paper soaked in alien blood has been used up.
In other words, if he still fails this time, he can only temporarily throw away his whimsical ideas and give up making this possibly the first magic talisman in this world.
However, if he succeeds, what he does will be an innovative move, which will enrich his fighting methods in an instant, and complete the gorgeous turn from a melee fighter to a mage fighter suitable for both near and far.
If the writing brush hadn't broken, he might have already successfully activated the effect of the ghost face, but even if he did it again, he would still split it into two pieces without hesitation.
Under the bright candlelight, Gu Pan stared at the ghost face on the red paper, took another deep breath, and slowly reached out and touched the ghost face.
Huh!
A little scarlet spark lighted up silently.
The next moment, Mars turned into a thin red line of fire, meandering along the complex trajectory outlined by him, and in an instant, most of the lines were lit and burned.
A fiery but eerie aura emanated from the ghost face.
And as the remaining lines lit up one by one, this breath quickly became more solemn and terrifying.
Is this going to be a success? ?
Gu Pan suppressed the ray of joy that rose from the bottom of his heart, and continued to carefully control the speed and precision of the flame output from his fingertips.
Finally, the fiery and gloomy aura blended together in a nearly perfect posture, which slightly affected his mind.
Boom!
The last piece of red paper was instantly swallowed by the fire, illuminating Gu Juan's suddenly gloomy face.
Lying grass mud horse!
It was only an instant before he could taste the achievement and happiness for the first time, but he lost to his own trembling at the last moment.
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