In the Great World of Martial Arts, You Use the Tao of Talisman To Rule the Ages?

Da da da--

One after another natural talismans were thrown into the basket.

Chen Lin wandered among the lamp oil trees, enjoying scraping with the hatchet in his hand.

Every piece of bark here saves him a lot of effort.

Until the missing person detecting talisman on the chest suddenly heard some changes.

His movements suddenly slowed down.

I saw ten thick spiritual power threads suddenly appearing among the densely packed thin threads.

Each one looks to be as strong as a ghost tooth pig.

And concentrated in the same direction!

Chen Lin couldn't help being surprised and quickly turned his head to look.

"Is this horse riding a strange beast that formed a group to attack me?"

He immediately went to take out the talisman in his arms, and even wanted to take out the blue water stone and draw the talisman on the spot.

But then he realized something was wrong.

Because these thick silk threads lead to the water in the distance.

And it's on the move.

It's not like a strange animal emerging from the water to breathe.

"More like...someone came over in a boat?"

Chen Lin almost forgot.

The main function of the person-finding qi talisman is actually to find people.

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The glacier meanders like a silver dragon wandering through the mountains.

The clear water comes up with a chill, as if it can penetrate the ship's plank and penetrate directly into people's hearts.

Hong Guan sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat, his strong and tall body rising and falling with the waves, as if he was rooted in the boat.

Behind him, the martial arts masters held wooden oars and slapped the glacier, stirring up heavy water splashes and pushing the river boat under them upstream.

Wow!

"Brother Guan, how long does it take to arrive?"

A female voice among the martial artists asked.

Although Hong Guan had a cold face, he answered patiently: "It's almost there. We'll cross the bay in front and get off the boat to the pass of Jubao Mountain."

"Before we go into the mountains, let me say this again."

"Nine of you are from different martial arts schools. Five of you have just broken through to the realm of Jin. It is your first time to enter Jubao Mountain. There may be some issues between you..."

Hong Guan said and glanced away.

Among the rowing warriors, two or three lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.

He said coldly:

"No matter what, Jubao Mountain is extremely dangerous. Even if we are only on the periphery, we are not necessarily safe."

"Forget your past festivals and don't cause trouble, otherwise I will break that person's hands and feet and throw him into the mountains."

I don’t know if it’s the air-conditioning in the words or the coldness of the glacier.

The nine martial artists rowing the boat shuddered in unison.

Finally, they all lowered their heads, grabbed the oars and rowed hard.

The boat suddenly rose in speed.

Soon we passed the last river bend.

The river ahead is straight and quiet, and the vitality is vivid in your eyes.

Those martial arts disciples who came here for the first time could not help but exclaim in surprise.

Although they heard it from the senior brothers in the library.

But at this time, I couldn't help but be amazed when I saw with my own eyes the lush green forest that could survive the cold winter wind and snow.

"Hey, there's someone over there!"

The female martial artist who just spoke raised her hand and pointed to the glacier bank, a dense green forest along the bank.

A young man was also watching them.

"Is he also a martial artist?" a female voice asked excitedly.

Hong Guan closed his eyes and did not reply.

But another person with experience in the mountains said:

"No, this man should be logging nearby. The tree next to him is called 'Lamp Oil Wood', and the bark can be used as candle oil to burn."

"People from the logging team will often take the opportunity to come over and scrape some scraps back to support their families..."

The old experience also talked about the history of the discovery of lamp oil wood.

This caused the young female martial artist to sigh repeatedly.

"Isn't that kind of tree really not a medicinal material?"

"These people live so frugally..."

"boating."

Hong Guan suddenly said two words coldly, like a knife, cutting off all words.

Everyone was silent, then lowered their heads and rowed.

All the way along the glacier into the depths of the dense forest.

Under the guidance of Hong Guan, the river boat found a place to dock.

Then, everyone looked to the side in unison.

There were many items piled in the middle of the river boat, including all kinds of dry food, clothing and wound medicine they had brought with them into the mountains this time.

Among them, there is one thing that stands out the most.

It was a dozen bulging objects.

They were all pig urine bubbles used by fishermen to ventilate when diving. They were tied into a pile and placed on top of everything.

Hong Guan stood up and spoke:

"Your museum should have explained in advance that the most dangerous thing about entering the outskirts of Jubaoshan is the pervasive vicious miasma."

"Even an advanced martial artist can only resign himself to fate once he inhales too much miasma."

"So when you get to the place later, hold your breath and concentrate, don't talk, mobilize all the energy and blood in your body, follow my pace, and don't fall behind."

Hong Guan paused and said coldly:

"I won't stop, and neither will the senior brothers who are following you. These pig urine bubbles are for you to breathe. If you can't break out of the miasma after they are used up, then you can only survive the miasma's erosion. Die in pain..."

"Now, grab your things and follow me!"

Nine martial arts masters followed Hong Guan in prepared formation.

The five newcomers all remembered the instructions from their own martial arts schools and secretly clenched their fists nervously.

Especially when they walked out of the dense forest and came to the outer edge of the miasma.

Through the hazy poisonous mist, after seeing the many fallen corpses on the ground inside, I couldn't help but take a breath...

"Don't breathe in!"

Hong Guan shouted sternly from the front, as if thunder woke up the newcomers one after another.

"Hold your breath and follow me in!"

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"Are those the martial arts masters who entered the mountains from the inner city?"

Chen Lin looked at the direction in which Hong Guan and the others were driving.

The glacier in front of us is rolling with waves, and its surface is clear, but if we look deeper, we can only see a dark patch of darkness.

He turned to look at the backpack behind him. There were already dozens of layers of bark in it, taking up less than half of the space.

"Now you can draw symbols on these barks first, and then go into Jubao Mountain to explore."

"When it comes out later, I'll take some of the bark home and store it."

"I don't know which way those people are taking. It's best to avoid them..."

Chen Lin muttered.

His current fighting strength relies entirely on Fu Dao and the Gengjin Star Sword.

The difference from martial arts methods is huge.

Once it is revealed, there will be endless trouble.

There is no need to be too arrogant at ordinary times.

"That's why I thought about wearing a martial artist's vest to facilitate future operations. The Talo Flying Sword is more suitable for killing people secretly..."

Find a suitable place and drive away all the poisonous insects and beasts around.

Chen Lin leaned down and began to draw the talisman.

A small part is painted with blue water stone spirit liquid, and the rest is painted with the animal blood of ghost tooth pig.

This kind of blood is better than that of ordinary beasts.

But the essential difference cannot be drawn away.

After all, the essence of the Ghost Tooth Pig lies in its fangs and its body of meat.

Everything is ready.

It's time for lunch.

Chen Lin was not in a hurry to act. Instead, he meditated on the spot to recover his mana, and at the same time ate some solid food to restore most of his condition.

Then we set out to move forward along the glacier.

With thin snowflakes under our feet and dense bushes on our heads, we walked for nearly ten miles.

The forest seemed to have come to an end.

A barren and gray land appeared in front of Chen Lin.

There seems to be an invisible wall in the air, boundless and covering the surrounding areas. It is constantly twisting and deforming in the strong wind that passes through the mountain, sometimes far and sometimes near...

"miasma!"

"Uncle Ping said that if an ordinary person takes one puff of this stuff, he will die."

The magic power in the body has already started to operate instinctively, clearing away the weak miasma that enters the body with breathing.

The "Firewood Sutra" he practices is not a technique like the "Eternal Spring Sutra" which focuses on recovery and healing. If he continues to stay here, he may not be able to withstand his magic power.

but……

Chen Lin took out the spell he had just drawn from his arms.

"Conceal evil and ward off evil, disease!"

brush--

The spiritual patterns on the talisman exude a fluorescent green luster, and the stars spread outward, driving away the invisible miasma.

The air around me suddenly became fresher.

"Sure enough, miasma and other types of evil are all evil spirits, and the evil charms to conceal evil spirits and ward off evil spirits are effective!"

The Talisman for concealing and warding off evil spirits is an inferior spell recorded in the "Introduction to Talismanism". It has fifteen patterns and can be effective in many common poisonous environments.

When I was asking around last night, Uncle Ping mentioned that there was a miasma outside Jubao Mountain, and he thought of this charm.

Now it seems to be really useful.

Chen Lin brushed away a flower mosquito flying around him and felt that all the miasma that had entered his body had been cleared.

So he strode directly towards the miasma...

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