Chapter 133

"But how to use this talisman? And how to refine it? " Song Tianxuan simply hit it to the end. Anyway, he didn't know who was guilty. He finally caught the inheritors of the previous generation, so naturally he had to ask them.

"Ha ha, Fuli is drawn with it. Use it to guide the aura between heaven and earth to form Fuli. Just fight it out directly. It's simple and rude." The old man said, throwing the crutch in his hand.

Song Tianxuan caught it in a hurry and turned it into a pen in an instant. There was a huge dragon hovering on the pen, and the mouth of the Dragon contained the glittering hair of the pen.

"This is a keepsake handed down by Maoshan. It's the first generation of Maoshan who killed a golden dragon. It's made of muscle and bone, essence and blood, and hair. Your spirit is powerful. The more powerful the talisman is."

"But my amulets in Maoshan can be used to seal demons, people, and heaven and earth. Because of this, Maoshan is envied by all the sects in the world, and we don't hesitate to unite to deal with Maoshan." The old man said, as if in deep memories.

Song Tianxuan seems to see a picture of the vast starry sky. A man in a white robe is flashing in the void. The gold pen in his hand is flashing. A series of profound words fly out of the void and smash in all directions. Every stroke flies out, the heaven and the earth vibrates. Every flash, countless people fall. No, it's not just people... The old man stops his mind, The picture in front of song Tianxuan's eyes also disappeared.

"Why, why is there only one person?" Song Tianxuan didn't understand Tao.

"Because there is only one person in Maoshan." Between the words, the old man held his head high, full of pride, as if it was him just now.

"..." Song Tianxuan was a little speechless. No wonder it was only the ninth generation.

"Then why me? I'm ordinary. I have no ambition. " Song Tianxuan didn't understand Tao.

The old man looked back and said with a smile, "I was just an ordinary scholar in those years. I just wrote better. I failed in the exam 60 years ago. I wrote a hundred thousand words with all my might. Somehow, I was selected. Later, every one of those hundred thousand words could be sealed."

"Doesn't that mean you didn't say it?" Song Tianxuan had no choice but to murmur.

"Ha ha, you boy." The old man laughed knowingly, as if he saw himself when he was young, some farce, some funny, and continued: "maybe it's because of it, maybe it's because of your reincarnation, maybe it's because of your powerful spirit, maybe it's because you need him, he needs you, in short, he chose you, you have no choice."

When the old man finished, his light was dim. He took a look at the jade plate and said, "there are four pieces of jade plate, which are divided into heaven and earth xuanhuang. Now this piece is just yellow. What it can give you is just some basic talismans. Your strength has not reached the level of yin deficiency and Yang excess. People should not know that you are the ninth generation of Maoshan. Otherwise, Maoshan will forget the ninth generation of Maoshan..."

"This girl is very good. If you marry her, you may be able to help you a lot, but you have a lot of misfortunes. One of them is Maoshan's enemy. When I die, I'll be angry with him, ha ha ha..." the old man said, turning into a little light spot and dissipating.

"Er... Senior..." before Song Tianxuan opened his mouth, the light spot scattered on the two people and disappeared slowly.

"I haven't finished yet..." Song Tianxuan caught the jade card and hung it on his waist.

He still has many questions not to ask, why must marry Ziyan? Will she know herself when she wakes up? What is a thousand knot? Is there a thousand thousand? There are so many enemies in Maoshan. Do you want to help you get revenge? Are you dead or alive? How long have you been dead... "Hmm? Who connected me? " In the Imperial City, a middle-aged man glared, looked at the vast starry sky above his head, pinched the Jue with both hands, and cried out: "disease."

In his eyes, Jing mang flickered quickly, but he saw the figure of an old man. His old hand waved and wrote a very complex word, which turned into a golden light and cut off the connection between the two ends of the universe.

"It's you. You're not dead?" The middle-aged man was terrified.

"Ha ha, Chang sun Tianqiong, you have a deep calculation. I'm afraid reincarnation is also your idea. Ha ha, I can guess what you are thinking. Now I'll break your mind and see what you can do. Ha ha ha..." the eighth generation of Maoshan laughed and disappeared from Chang sun Tianqiong's eyes.

The eldest grandson Cang Qiong took back his eyes and roared to the sky: "Maoshan, Maoshan, you've done me a lot of bad things. I'm going to kill you Maoshan. I'm going to drive you into the wilderness. I'll never live beyond you. That's how I hate you..."

The roar reverberates in the endless starry sky and can't be dispersed for a long time

Song Tianxuan looked at the moonlight above his head, swallowed a pill, picked up the gold pen, flashed strange symbols in his mind, copied every stroke, and scattered a little gold light from the tip of the pen, forming a wonderful intermittent text, which disappeared in an instant.

"It's still up to the spirit..." an hour later, song Tianxuan had a headache and wanted to crack. The spirit had not recovered, but now he was eager for success and was exhausted physically and mentally.

He remembers the eighth generation saying that the more powerful the spirit is, the more powerful it will be. He clenched his teeth and drew the aura of heaven and earth around him according to the words in his mind... When he was tired, he took a rest by the cave. As soon as the spirit got better, he took up his pen to copy it. Every time there was a talisman, the usage of the talisman appeared in Song Tianxuan's mind, and there was an attack, There are seals, defense, assistance, strange things... Three days passed in the blink of an eye, Ziyan is still sleeping, her face has improved, and her breathing has gradually returned to normal.

In three days, after taking more than ten bottles of pills, song Tianxuan had recovered to the nine peaks of aura, and his spirit had recovered about 70% or 80%.

He separated the spirit of his own life and controlled the saint ape, and the noumenon was controlled by the spear spirit. The eighth generation of Maoshan trapped the spear spirit. He ordered the spirit to return to the noumenon. Although his spirit was damaged, it was supplemented by the original spirit, and naturally woke up quickly.

But Ziyan is different. She first blocks the power of the spirit at the beginning of the elixir for song Tianxuan. Then she is hit by the big man. Both the spirit and the body are badly damaged. Although she uses the elixir every day, she doesn't realize it, and the speed of repair is not fast.

Song Tianxuan chose two Fu Li, one is "Ding" and the other is "Bei", both of which are the most basic Fu Li.

After the character "Ding" is typed, the friars of the same level can set three breath. According to his current cultivation, the highest can only set one breath in the middle stage of Lingtai. If it is in the later stage of Lingtai, I'm afraid it will be half a breath later.

But this half breath, for the strong, is enough to reverse the world.