Mortal's journey to immortality

"Boy, come here to get the materials." Just as Wang Lu was reflecting on himself, a majestic but somewhat joking sonorous voice came into his ears.

Wang Lu looked towards the source of the sound. An old man in the early stage of Yuanying who held a yellow wine gourd "Gulu" and "Gulu" and poured two large mouthfuls of wine into his mouth, was looking at him with a smile.

Sitting next to the old man was an old man who was sitting upright, holding a yellowish ancient book, and staring intently. He was also in the early stage of Nascent Soul, which formed a sharp contrast with him.

Wang Lu hesitated for a moment and walked towards them. When he was not close, the old man with the wine gourd waved with one hand, and a gray storage bag flew towards him.

With a slight move, the storage bag came into his hand. Wang Lu immediately turned around and walked towards a secret room with a wide open door.

Stepping into the room, the door was immediately closed. In the middle was a long wooden table that was pitch black and exuded an ancient atmosphere. There was a white stone inkstone placed on it for talismans, and a cyan pen holder placed on it. Beyond this, there is nothing else.

After walking behind the wooden table, he played a spell, and forty-six spiritual materials slid from the storage bag to the table. The last thing that came out was a white jade slip.

With a sweep of his consciousness, Wang Lu immediately understood the talisman that needed to be drawn this time, the Sky Fire Talisman.

He had seen the Sky Fire Talisman in the "Six Talisman Book". Since its power ranked last among the intermediate and low-level talismans, he had never drawn it.

This talisman has a total of forty-six kinds of spiritual materials. The talisman paper is a century-old green leaf called Xuyang iron tree that is rare and grows in the hot desert.

The requirements of the Four Beast Sect are very simple. Using these thirty spiritual materials, as long as you draw a Sky Fire Talisman, you will pass the test.

Seeing this, Wang Lu rolled his eyes. You must know that it is extremely difficult to draw intermediate and low-level talismans. The ratio of successful talismans is generally about 70 to 1. If his incredible success rate is revealed, no one will believe it.

Even if it is a relatively simple Sky Fire Talisman among the intermediate and low-level Talisman, for the average Talisman Master, the highest level of the Talisman is forty to one. Now he is only given thirty spiritual materials. I believe that more than 90% of the Talisman Makers will be disuse.

However, trying to stump yourself is a bit of a fool's errand.

Now that he is here, in order to avoid long nights and dreams, he needs to show his talent for making talismans and attract the attention of the Four Beast Sect.

From a registered disciple to a core disciple, he still had to climb two mountains. He had to become a formal disciple before he could step into the ranks of the core disciples within a limited time.

Thinking of doing it, Wang Lu kept studying and deducing the process of drawing the Sky Fire Talisman in his mind, and soon fell into the world of the spiritual talisman.

"what!"

After a stick of incense passed by, Wang Lu gave a soft drink, and his powerful spiritual consciousness immediately attracted dozens of spiritual materials into the air. Under the guidance of mana and spiritual consciousness, they were decomposed and combined.

Immediately afterwards, materials were sent one after another. Soon, all the spiritual materials were integrated into one. Wang Lu looked calm and gently tapped the talisman. The talisman flew into the stone inkstone like a silk thread, and the red glow was like a silk thread. A jumping flame.

Lightly unfolding the talisman paper, Mo Yin took it with lightning. Wang Lu smiled "haha", Mo Yin, Mo Yin, this first talisman pen that has been with him for more than 90 years, let us combine the talisman and seal skills of the Six Talisman Sect. , like the red sun, completely igniting the sky in northern Xinjiang.

With such expectations and ambitions, Mo Yin seemed to be spiritual, exuding a slight heat from the pen body. Wang Lu dipped a drop of talisman into it, and the dragons and phoenixes scratched the talisman paper "swishingly". Immediately, he clicked on the talisman again, meticulously and meticulously, hooking, tracing, lifting, crossing, pulling, rotating, skimming, horizontal, vertical, circle...

"receive!"

Half an hour later, Wang Lu shouted loudly, "Hoo", and a talisman as big as half a palm and red as a burning sky fire was drawn by him flawlessly.

He started the second drawing without stopping...

The second time, failed.

Keep trying again, and fail for the third time.

Refusing to admit defeat, the fourth, fifth, sixth... twenty-second time still failed.

Wang Lu stopped and looked at the waste talismans on the ground. He clapped his hand and the flames rose, and the waste talismans were burned away.

He frowned and looked at the only eight pieces of Skyfire Talisman materials left, and pondered for a moment. Suddenly, a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He finally found the reason for the failure.

During the process of drawing the Sky Fire Talisman, the passion must be full of passion, which is transmitted through the body, hair and skin of the person who draws the Talisman, to the tip of the pen, and to the talisman guide and paper. Only in this way can it perfectly fit the artistic conception of the Sky Fire Talisman exploding, and also Only then is it possible to get rid of it in one go.

My first drawing before, because of the fanatical emotion in my heart, was exaggerated throughout the whole process, so it was successful.

After thinking about this section, it was like a wake-up call, and it suddenly dawned on him. Wang Lu's consciousness moved, and the forty-six spiritual materials were integrated into one without distinction. He unfolded the talisman paper, dipped in the talisman, and started the twenty-third drawing.

He waved his pen like a splash, eloquently, in a big way, like rushing forward in a torrent, like a last-ditch battle. He was full of ambition and pride, and waved his hand:

Success, perfection, failure, failure, perfection, failure, failure, success, less than one stick of incense, eight times, four times success.

Thirty times, five talismans were formed, a ratio of 16%, which made him completely step into the ranks of great talisman masters.

Wang's expression did not change. He waved his sleeves and put the two Skyfire Talismans into the gray storage bag.

He meditated and recovered for a moment, activated the magic formula, and opened the door to the secret room. He calmly came to the two Nascent Soul Stage powerhouses and respectfully placed the storage bag on the long table in front of them.

"Hey, are you so fast? However, you are still not as fast as the little guy last time, which is not bad. Let me see how many talismans you have become?"

The old man holding the yellow wine gourd poured a sip into his mouth, but did not see any movement. The two previously drawn Sky Fire Talisman faintly exuded a wave of enthusiasm, appearing on him and another Yuan who put down the ancient book. On the hands of an old man in infancy.

"Hmm, um, so-so, two medals, passed the test. Congratulations, kid. As long as your origin is clear, you are now a registered disciple of my inner sect of the Four Beasts Sect."

The old man with the wine gourd kept looking at the Sky Fire Talisman and said with satisfaction.

Seeing that Wang Lu was silent, his eyes drifted towards Wang Lu who seemed a little unwilling, and then said: "Haha, little guy, don't think that anyone can be accepted as a registered disciple by my Four Beast Sect. To tell you the truth, you are my Talisman This is the second named disciple that Lou Ben accepted. As for the others, hey, he was just assigned to the outer sect, so don’t be so sullen, you should be happy."

"You are so abrupt, junior. I thought that with the extremely high probability of one to fifteen, I could barely become an official disciple of this sect. It seems that my skills are not good enough and I need to study them more intensively."

Wang Lu was shocked. In his opinion, the ratio of one to fifteen was enough to send him into the ranks of formal disciples, but he did not expect that the threshold of the Four Beast Sect was so high.

Just when Wang Lu was told that he would be here again at 2:00 on the fourth day, he clasped his fists in salute and turned to leave, a voice came from behind:

"Who said you are not qualified to be an official disciple? I will make an exception for you. You are already an official disciple of my Four Beast Sect and an elite disciple of my Fulou. Not only do you enjoy the treatment of 30,000 high-grade spiritual stones every year, You can also enter the collection room of my Fu Tower at any time, Tan Ming, are you satisfied with this arrangement?"

An accident fell from the sky, which made him overjoyed.