After eating, Sha Ling slowly washed the pot and buried the fish bones.

On the way down the sinkhole earlier, Sha Ling's mind had already seen the most threatening guy on the periphery of the sinkhole—a ten-meter-long snake with a thin bowl mouth.

There is such a big guy, it seems that it is difficult to calm down, Sha Ling is already sitting in the tent, and the open folding table rests on the pen and ink.

If you get into the groove after a while, the big guy will come over and disturb you, and you will be in big trouble.

Sha Ling's gaze passed through the heavy fog, staring at the big snake coiled on a short-leaved yellow cedar that two people embraced, a flash of inspiration, Sha Ling laughed, when he didn't need food, he wouldn't kill for no reason, so there was only one way - to trap the other party. Sha Ling nimbly peeled off many tough long vines with his hands and feet, woven them into a net, and sneered twice at the big snake that didn't know anything, Sha Ling flew up, netted the big snake in it, and wrapped it several times with a freshly braided rope, tying the poor big guy there firmly.

The big snake is not a vegetarian, it keeps struggling in the middle, and its strength is so great that it makes Sha Ling speechless, but no matter how powerful it is, it can't compete with Sha Ling, and it can only be obediently tied to his life.

Sha Ling solved the serious problem of falling into the Dingding, washed his hands in the spring water, and finally sat back in the tent with peace of mind.

Spreading out the thin rice paper, Sha Ling straightened his posture, meditated, hung his wrists, and slowly exhaled a breath. Sha Ling's hands are very stable, more stable than those calligraphy masters, not to mention flexibility, after practicing for a few days, Sha Ling has been quite comfortable with the brush. He didn't deliberately practice any font, and the purpose of practicing calligraphy was not to write a good hand, but to be proficient in the use of calligraphy.

After practicing a piece of paper, Sha Ling's hand became smoother and smoother. Looking at the vertical and horizontal skimming of the pen, the next pen was completely consistent with what he had in mind, and Sha Ling nodded with satisfaction.

Putting on a piece of rice paper again, Sha Ling closed his eyes, if Sha Ling was sitting like a clock a moment ago, steady and steady, and a style of everyone, then now Sha Ling gives people a sense of a mountain, firm, deep, and cannot be looked up.

A strange pattern appeared in Sha Ling's mind, which was the faint and strange lines that he realized when he entered the time-the natural landscape he saw was combined with the Heavenly Book written by the mysterious man, and he understood that every line of the Heavenly Book represented a part of the Heavenly Dao rules.

All he has to do is write down or draw what he feels.

After a long time, Sha Ling put down the pen, his wrist fell inch by inch, with an incomparably dignified momentum, the black ink stained a straight vertical, and then the tip of the pen bent to the right of Lu......

The corners of Sha Ling's lips hung a smile, and there was no clear font in his thoughts, he just let his hands draw his own feelings.

Smooth and casual.

His spiritual platform was clear, and his state was the same as when he entered the time, and suddenly, his divine thoughts saw bursts of aura fluctuations. The aura at the bottom of the sinkhole is rich, which Sha Ling has long discovered, not only the wood attribute, the water attribute, but also the fire attribute, and some mixed and not simple aura, but at this moment, the aura of all the attributes fluctuates at the same time, some fluctuate violently, some fluctuate slowly, some like a vortex rotate, and some twist irregularly, and, in the fluctuation, the aura is surging towards Sha Ling quickly!

Water, wood, fire, earth, and unknown aura poured into Sha Ling's body, and a small part of it entered the brush through Sha Ling's hand.

With a "snap", the ordinary brush that could not withstand the aura shattered into several pieces, Sha Ling was shocked, and all the inspiration for enlightenment disappeared in an instant.

Looking at the brush depressedly, Sha Ling recalled what happened just now, and couldn't help but be surprised, he always thought that people's bodies have certain attributes, correspondingly, it is easier to absorb the aura of their own attributes, and it is difficult for the aura of other attributes to react, the five element attributes, some of them are mutually reinforcing and some are mutually restrained, and people with water attributes should not absorb or should absorb less of the aura of fire attributes, but just now, what poured into the body was the aura of all attributes.

Could it be that the aura of heaven and earth triggered by writing the Book of Heaven enters the body of the person who writes first?

So that mysterious man, the book he wrote is so powerful, his own strength must be extremely strong, and he has also absorbed many different aura?!

Sha Ling's internal vision body, there are indeed many more auras of different colors, although the number is small, but they are all vividly wandering in the meridians. Red, fire-based aura, brown, earth-type aura, golden, metallic aura, and blue-green, which are auras with both water and wood attributes, gray, unknown aura......

After a great Zhou Tian, all the aura was merged into the Qi Sea Nebula when passing by the Qi Sea, and when it came out again, it had already become a uniform color aura, and after the second Great Zhou Tian, this part of the aura was converted into true qi.

Except that the color of True Qi was a little different from before, Sha Ling did not feel uncomfortable. In other words, in fact, he can absorb all kinds of aura, but it was only because of the lack of induction with other kinds of auras that he couldn't absorb it before?

Sha Ling wondered.

Unable to understand what the situation was for a while, Sha Ling put aside the matter of the aura attribute for the time being, there was only one word on the rice paper, this word had a strange shape, and it was obviously unfinished. The font lines are twisted and weird, but they give people a wonderful feeling of smoothness and naturalness.

This is not the words written by a mysterious man, Sha Ling can't write those "heavenly books" yet, but the font has touched some doorways.

If it weren't for the sudden shattering of the brush, Sha Ling thought, he could at least write a little more.

No pen...... Yes, Sha Ling was ruthless and bit the tip of his index finger.

Closing his eyes again, Sha Ling wrote with his hand and drew on the paper.

Faster than just now, a large amount of spiritual energy surged in, entering Sha Ling's body, Sha Ling seemed to be unconscious, continued the movements in his hands, and painted all his feelings in one go.

With a long exhalation, Sha Ling didn't have time to glance at the words he wrote, and directly entered the Great Zhou Tian, this time the types of aura entering the body were still so complicated, but the number was much larger, making his meridians have a faint pain, and the top priority was to quickly absorb and transform them.

On the rice paper, there is a dragon and phoenix-like word, the word is very long, far beyond the ordinary word, all the strokes are connected together, there are like flowing clouds elegant and smooth, all kinds of light flow and shine on the font, there are countless small stardust, beautiful and gorgeous.