Above the Immortal Cultivation

Five months passed in the blink of an eye. Wang Lu was concentrating on using his magic power for several times, but nothing happened.

Confused, he suddenly woke up. It turned out that he had made all three thousand talismans of ten kinds of high-level and low-level talismans. He casually glanced at the densely packed and neat talismans in the air, wrapped in a ball of light and emitting various colors of brilliance, and a smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It has been a long time since I made talismans. They are the basis of my survival. How can I not think about it day and night and want to make you lovely and powerful in one go.

"Aha."

He yawned heavily, and then a deep fatigue surged into his heart.

Without deliberately struggling, he fell to the ground naturally and slept with his clothes on.

His magic power was basically exhausted, and his consciousness was consumed by 90%. He was too tired. If he made one or two more talismans, his spirit would be drained.

In fact, Wang Lu didn't know that from ancient times to the present, there are very few talisman practitioners who work as hard as he does, and those who do it are rare and hard to meet.

Firstly, there are very few talisman masters who have his heavy magic power, powerful spiritual consciousness and hard body. All three are indispensable, which makes him far superior to other talisman masters, great talisman masters and talisman masters, making them unattainable.

Secondly, although he doesn't know what grade the "Six Talisman Secrets" he practices is, it is at least comparable to the general Tianji skills. It can be said that the "Six Talisman Secrets" and "Six Talisman Books" laid an indestructible foundation for him, making him several levels higher than others as soon as he came out of the mountain. In addition, his innate outstanding talent in the talisman and his crazy and extreme drawing and research made him faintly touch the "unique mark" that only the talisman masters have at a young age.

From the three years of his unremitting efforts to draw talismans as the deputy hall master of the Fu Hall in the battle between the human and demon races in the Blood Battle City of the Western Desert to the extreme selfless drawing of the Fu Tower of the Four Beast Sect in the Northern Frontier, talismans have become inseparable from him and have penetrated into his bones.

Passionate and affectionate, affectionate and loving.

Only in this way can he have the current extraordinary and profound attainments in the art of talismans.

After three days and three nights, Wang Lu uttered a hazy low hum and woke up.

Oh, his magic power is less than 20%, but fortunately his consciousness is recovering quickly and automatically, and his body is not worried about it. If his magic power and consciousness are not full, he will immediately start the great cause of making talismans.

Because the spiritual energy of this island is thin, he can only use external objects to recover quickly.

Hey, when I left, I forgot to ask Xiang Yu for a few jars of high-quality spiritual wine. That is a rare treasure. What a pity.

When he thought of Xiang Yu, he had an urge to laugh.

No way, I can only rely on myself.

He calmed down, took out a snow-white Qinglong Huanling Pill and swallowed it, then held two high-grade spirit stones in his hand and meditated to practice.

Half a month later, after consuming twenty high-grade spirit stones and three precious Qinglong Huanling Pills in a row, he returned to the peak.

Wang Lu stood up and said calmly: "Come on."

As soon as he spoke, Mo Yin arrived as promised, and Wang Lu laughed "haha".

Mo Yin can be said to be connected with him by blood. Hundreds of years have passed, and he has long been one with him, and he can control it as if he were an arm.

With Mo Yin in hand, the world is mine.

At the same time, the red spearfish skin talisman paper was spread out, "Wow", and the first Tianqi talisman flowed into the white jade inkstone like water.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish..."

Dip the talisman, link the magic power, and inject the spiritual consciousness:

Point, hook, trace, pick, turn, penetrate, wipe, horizontal, vertical, bend, bend, straight, line, light, heavy, long, short, big, small, bright, dark, hidden, wide, narrow...

Between the sketches, he freely and fluently, with ups and downs, and completed in one go.

Like a wild horse running in the sky, an antelope hanging on the horns, no trace can be found, and yet it is a natural hand.

Wang Lu used his pen to the utmost, no matter whether it was a successful talisman or a useless talisman, one talisman after another shone brightly under his pen, shining brightly.

As he drew selflessly, ten copies, twenty copies, fifty copies, one hundred copies, two hundred copies... were completed in one stroke.

Three hundred cheating talismans came to an astonishing number of fifty, and the success rate of talismans was as high as a rare six to one.

Next, the trace removal talisman.

Like a trickle, like a surging river.

Fifty-one talismans were completed.

Next, the roc spread wings talisman.

Draw twenty.

Then, the Lotus Fire Burning World Talisman, the Giant Power Talisman...

Unknowingly, a year passed quickly.

Wang Lu looked at the hundreds of spiritual talismans floating in the air and the more than two thousand waste talismans on the ground with gray and white glimmers in a daze. With a "bang", he fell straight down.

Finally completed, Master, the disciple finally reached the realm of the master of the talisman.

However, the disciple will still keep a low profile and make persistent efforts. When drawing advanced and high-level talismans, the name of my Six Talisman Sect will be made known.

The disciple wants my Six Talisman Sect to be silent or not, but to make a stunning debut, and from then on, it will be proud of this world.

With this thought, Wang Lu fell asleep.

Separate from each other, sharing the same moon.

The world has changed, but true feelings are engraved.

The Ximo Fantasy Sect, which is billions of miles away, is a viewing platform on the edge of the bamboo sea about ten miles away from the Treasure Pavilion.

The hexagonal sea of ​​clouds pavilion on the platform is surrounded by a cloud of smoke.

The wind rises, the clouds move, the changes are endless, the illusions are endless, it's like being in a fairyland, the beauty is beyond words.

But even more beautiful are the two stunning beauties.

One is elegant and beautiful, wearing a white dress, pure and flawless, like a blooming daffodil.

The other is in a colorful dress, with a graceful figure and skin as white as cream, like a colorful butterfly in the stamen.

Chen Yaer and He Chan, the four most beautiful women in the Dream Sect four hundred years ago.

"Sister, so many years have passed. Although news about him has come back from time to time, there has been no news in the past hundred years. Even Ding Yuting, the disciple he cares about most, has not received a single word. Maybe..."

He Chan sighed.

"Sister, stop talking. Whatever you say, I will wait until the day he returns. If there is any news about him, I will go look for him, unless I see his body with my own eyes."

Chen Yaer faced the crescent moon in the sky and spoke as coldly as ice.

"Okay, now that my sister has made up her mind, I will tell the sect leader that she is making final preparations to attack the late stage of Nascent Soul."

He Chan said with a hint of worry.

"Thanks."

"Take care, sister."

After He Chan left for a long time, Chen Yaer turned around, the cold moonlight shone on her thin shoulders, and two lines of clear tears fell down like beads. The scene in this Yunhai Pavilion more than 400 years ago seemed like In front of my eyes:

Brother Lu, I have a Bingxin Pill here. Taking it will not only increase your cultivation quickly but will not affect your character, so I give it to you.

She smiled sweetly and slightly shyly.

However, now I am crying sadly, Brother Lu, I will wait for you for another two hundred years. If you don't show up yet, what's the point of living alone for me?

With her current strength, she could just smile indifferently to the external pressure. The biggest one came from the heaven-level intermediate skill "Heart Dream Reincarnation Technique" she practiced.

Chen Yaer wiped away her crystal tears and left firmly, leaving behind a piece of cold moonlight.