Chapter 69

He was careful and dipped the pen into the spiritual ink. This time he was even more afraid of sloppy and utilized the power of the soul to communicate the natural gas. Through the pen in his hand, the power of the soul was transmitted to the ink at the pen tip; the pen wrapped in the ink danced slowly on the paper; more and more perfect and esoteric pattern lines were outlined. Power figure is the most basic and one of the most common spiritual patterns with so many kinds and Zhang Yan was now depicting the most difficult one.

His brain was filled with plenty of patterns and most of them were the top ones, so, of course, he chose to practice the best ones. To create excellent patterns, the tattooists have to well-understand their pattern lines. Though the best ones were hard to be familiar and understand, it was not the case for him, because he had already grasped their aoyi[When someone knows the aoyi of something, he knows everthing about it.] and he only lacked exercises. Having practiced for hours

just now, he had been extremely familiar with the power figure.

When only the last stroke was left undone, Zhang Yan could not suppress his excitement and slightly trembled his right hand that the pen was in. Though just a faint trembling, the spiritual pattern to be completed was in vain and the paper, about to become a spiritual magic figure, was waste. He blamed himself of useless, unable to complete such easy work. The loss of a large quantity of spiritual stones made him heartbreak again.

He regained his mood to depict once again. This time, he was calm as a no-wave lake surface and highly concentrated, again, to accumulate the power of the soul at the pen. The delicate and mysterious lines were once again formed. Being so focused, he completed the power figure without any pause and a golden light flashed on paper, then disappeared, leaving a piece of paper and a mysterious pattern.

"Its done!" Zhang Yan was excited and shouted. Though the two depictions cost most of his soul power and he was now very weak, his tired eyes were still full

full of excitement. The success drawing of the power figure represented that he had become a spirit tattooist and that there would be a lot of spiritual stones greeting to him. Zhang Yan could already feel his soon richness at that time, he could use the figures to exchange all the cultivation resources, including the elixirs, the soft armors, etc..

Although the depiction of the power figure was successful, but Zhang Yan did not know its effect. He came to the yard, put the power figure on his right arm, punched a fist on the ground without any physical energy and spiritual energy, but simply used the spiritual energy to stimulate the pattern. After a flash, a beam of spiritual energy hit the ground and blasted a hole nearly one foot deep.

He was shocked by the power of this fist. It was only the power of the spiritual magic figure without his own spiritual energy and physical energy and had already reached 10,000 kilograms. Such a powerful fist!

Zhang Yan was ecstasy, returned to the house and picked up the pen to start depicting the power figure.

power figure. With the last success, this time Zhang Yans speed increased a lot and successfully depicted on the remaining eight pieces of paperhis success rate had reached 90%. It is know that ordinary people need a lot of exercises to be spirit tatooists, but Zhang Yan succeeded at once and the success rate was 90%, even higher than the Elder Tattoo, which would scare everyone.

Zhang Yan was already tired and his soul power had been almost exhausted, but he was still happy with excitement in his eyes, sit on the bed, watched the charm in his hand and laughed, "These are all thousands of spiritual stones! Can he be upset about so many cultivation resources?

Zhang Yan carefully took the spiritual magic figures up and fell asleep in bed. Because of the excessive consumption of soul power, he could only restore his soul through sleep and at the same time he could rest his body and mind. Although it seemed easy to depict spiritual patterns to, the consumption of him was more than a battle, even more tired than a battle with the devil monsters, after devil monsters, after all, it was the body to be tired and the spiritual energy to be lost to fight with the devil monsters, while the heart to be tired and the power of one's own soul to be lost to depict the spiritual patterns.

Zhang Yan did not wake up until the next morning. He got up early and as the sun just rose, he began to practice Asura Change. After an-hour practice, Zhang Yan felt that his cultivation had increased a lot and he was almost reaching the late period of the seventh level of Xiantian State and toward the eighth level. But he needed the elixirs to break through the it. If only relying on absorbing the natural gas, it would take too much time to break through. After all, the natural gas here is limited in concentration, not richer than the elixirs.

After Zhang Yan completed practicing the Asura Change, he took out the spiritual magic figures in his hand and said with a smile: "My elixirs is depending on you." Zhang Yan said as he walked toward the Spirit Tattoo Temple.