Call!

A pale red flame ignited in midair, winding along the lines he had carved with the heat of his fingertips, and in an instant, the entire intricate pattern had been ignited.

The yellow paper quickly burned out and dissipated into ashes.

But the problem is that nothing happens.

It's a very simple process, so simple that it can be described in just one sentence.

He burned a piece of paper in the house, and the paper turned to ashes.

When there is a problem, try to solve it until it is no longer possible.

The amount of yellow paper was limited, and he couldn't afford to waste it, so Gu Juan drew ten patterns on the white paper in one breath, lined them up in a row, and put them in front of him, thinking about them one by one.

If not, don't add entities?

Once again, a simple, valid theory of Occam's razor crossed his mind, but this time he had a completely opposite line of thought.

If the brush is regarded as a sophisticated "technical equipment" for drawing symbols, and if the way he paints with his fingers is the method of earth, is it really necessary to follow the theory of not adding to the substance if it is not necessary to solve the problem he is facing?

Just like his previous time and space, the country on the west coast of the ocean used the large-scale computer at the time to calculate the data on the manufacture of atomic bombs, but when he came to the east coast of the ocean, in addition to the only computer No. 104, there was also a lot of data realized through hand-cranked calculators and planning disks.

Gu Juan retracted his thoughts, turned back to the complex patterns in front of him, and suddenly thought, what if he took out the original pattern now and tested the operation of the flame palm fire line from scratch, but when he encountered obstacles, he would go the opposite way and try to solve the problem by increasing the lines?

Do what you think, without the slightest delay.

After a short period of time, he couldn't help but cover his eyes when the finished product was placed in front of him.

I'm really not afraid of bad goods, I'm afraid of comparing goods.

Although the pattern of the original version is also a complex line pattern, it seems that there is a mysterious and mysterious feeling contained in it.

And what he has done now, in addition to complexity, only ugliness remains.

Let him look at the ugliness that he is about to vomit out.

Swish!

A line of fire silently appeared in mid-air, and after a moment quickly lit up all the lines.

Gu Juan stood quietly in the hall, watching the yellow paper quickly turn into ashes and disperse, but a smile of ecstasy suddenly appeared on his face.

The paper was burned, but the pattern formed by the line of fire remained in mid-air.

Looking closely, I thought that the chaotic lines showed a different kind of beauty under the winding swimming of the flames.

Then, he suddenly found that the combination of these lines seemed to be one strange small character after another, intertwined and mixed together.

Taking a deep breath, Gu Juan stared at the line of fire pattern motionless before it disappeared, and suddenly, in his suddenly narrowed eyes, dense and strange-looking small characters suddenly writhed and changed, and each stroke and stroke meandered and swam at the same time, and finally vaguely formed a killing character with complex lines.

Rumble!

The flame pattern vanished, and the entire hall suddenly became much darker.

Gu Juan still stood in place and didn't move, he even flipped his hand over, pulled out his axe, and made a posture that could be attacked and defended against the enemy.

In front of him, I don't know when a burning hell appeared, and blurred shadows struggled one by one, crawling out of the sea of blood that had been burned by the mountain of corpses......

Some of them were human, some were not human, with their bodies covered in dirty blood, their mouths were full of ho-ho, they laughed bitterly, and their writhing bodies slowly approached Gu Ju.

He identified the past one by one, and the first few people turned out to be the three brothers and sisters of the Sun family, followed by Shi Li, Shi Yu, Lin Di, the old woman surnamed Luo, Granny Gui, the two concubines he worshipped heaven and earth, etc., all of whom were killed by him.

At the back of the line, there were two owls, one large and one small, a leopard and a wild deer, the same bloody, the same eerie horror.

They still maintained their distorted and terrifying expressions before they died, surrounded by red and black qi, and slew at him with stiff steps......

"If I can kill you once, I will naturally be able to kill you a second time, and my men will be defeated, thinking that they can take my life again?

Gu Juan smiled cruelly and raised the battle axe in his hand.

But in the next moment, he put his hand down again, his expression was calm and peaceful, and two faint red flames silently rose from the depths of his eyes, watching them walk in front of him, and disappear into the night one after another.

This time it seems to have succeeded.

And it's very interesting, the things he draws by himself, stimulated with his own power, can affect his own mind in the end, and at first it was so real that he almost fell into it.

So, if someone else was here just now, how would they be affected?

If Sun Chuanmo, who died underground, really got up again, then she used this pen to paint in the old mansion of Sun's mansion, so that the people living in it were continuously affected, which was really both murderous and heart-wrenching.

Heaven kills, stars move and fall, earth kills, dragons and snakes rise, people kill, heaven and earth repeat, heaven and man are moral, and everything changes the foundation......

Involuntarily, a text that had a deep memory flashed through Gu Juan's mind, the situation just now seemed to stimulate the tyrannical killing intent hidden in his heart, if something was wrong, it was very likely to fall into an unpredictable abyss.

Fortunately, this is what he released, and he naturally has a lot of resistance, so he doesn't have to worry too much.

In addition, there was another thing that surprised him, that is, after burning the yellow paper rune, a bottomless Hell appeared in front of him, and after he carefully observed and gazed at the Hellfire, the heat rushed to his eyes, and it seemed to cause quite a strange change.

Lie Yan hadn't slept yet, and to be honest, he had been struggling for the past few days, unless he was really sleepy, so he couldn't find a nap at noon.

He put down a book he had just finished, rubbed his sour and swollen eyes, and was about to take a sip of strong tea, but he slammed it there.

The candle flame in the room flickered suddenly.

On the chair next to him, Jin Yan, who was still playing with the cigarette bottle just now, had closed his eyes and fell asleep quietly.

Lie Yan blinked, reaffirming that the metal mask-clad alien was standing in front of the window, standing with his back to him and his hands in his hands, as if admiring the peaceful night sky outside.

But on closer inspection, "it" doesn't seem to be there, and everything seems to be his eyes deceiving him.

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