Mortal's journey to immortality

Five months passed by in a blink of an eye. Wang Lu, who was concentrating on using his magic power, tried several times in a row, but there was nothing.

Confused, he suddenly woke up. It turned out that he had made all 3,000 talismans of ten high-level and low-level talismans. He casually glanced at the densely packed talismans in mid-air, which were wrapped in a ball of light and emitted all kinds of brilliance. , a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

It’s been a long time since I made a talisman. It’s the foundation of my survival. How can I not think about it day and night, wanting to create all of you cute and powerful in one go?

"Aha."

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

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

His mana was basically exhausted, and his consciousness was 90% depleted. He was too tired. If there were one or two more talismans, his energy and energy would be drained.

In fact, Wang Lu didn't know that from ancient times to the present, there were very few Fu Dao monks who worked around the clock like him, and those who did it were rare and hard to come by.

First of all, there are very few Talisman Masters who have as much magic power as he does, powerful spiritual consciousness and a body as hard as steel. The three are indispensable, making him far superior to other Talisman Masters, great Talisman Masters, Being above the master of Fu Dao makes him elusive and out of reach.

Secondly, although I don't know what level the "Six Talisman Techniques" he practiced is, it is at least comparable to the ordinary Tianji Kung Fu. It can be said that the "Six Talisman Techniques" and "Six Talisman Books" laid an indestructible foundation for him. , which made him a lot higher than others as soon as he came out of the mountain. Coupled with his innate talent in Fu Dao and his crazy and extreme drawing and specialization, he had a faint touch of what only the great masters of Fu Dao had at a young age. "unique imprint".

From the time when he served as the deputy master of the Talisman Hall during the bloody battle between the human and demon clans in the Western Desert, where he painted talismans for three years without stopping, to the selfless drawing of the talisman tower of the Four Beast Sects in Northern Xinjiang, the talisman and seal script have become inseparable and deeply rooted in his bones. .

Warm and affectionate, affectionate and loving.

Only in this way can he possess the extraordinary and profound attainments in the Tao of Talisman.

After three days and three nights, Wang Lu woke up with a hazy groan.

Oh, his mana is less than 20%. Fortunately, his consciousness is recovering quickly and automatically, and his body has no worries. He is full of strength. If his mana and consciousness were not full, he would immediately start the great business of making talismans.

Since the spiritual energy of this island is thin, it can only be quickly restored by using external objects.

Hey, when I left, I forgot to ask Xiang Yu for a few jars of high-quality spiritual wine. Those are rare treasures. It's a pity.

Thinking of Xiang Yu, he had the urge to laugh.

No way, I can only rely on myself.

After calming down, he took out a snow-white Qinglong Resurrection Pill and swallowed it. He then held two high-grade spiritual stones in his hands and meditated.

After half a month, he continued to consume twenty high-grade spiritual stones and three precious Qinglong Spiritual Resurrection Pills, and returned to his peak.

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

As soon as he started talking, Mo Yin arrived as promised, and Wang Lu laughed heartily.

Mo Yin can be said to be connected by blood with him. Hundreds of years have passed, and he has become one with him, like an arm.

With Mo Yin in my hand, I have the world.

At the same time, the red marlin fish skin talisman paper was spread out, and "wow", the first deception talisman flowed into the white jade inkstone like flowing water.

"Swish, brush, brush, brush..."

Dip in the talisman, link the magic power, and enter the spiritual consciousness:

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

During the sketching, the painting is done with ease, rhythm and rhythm, and it is done in one go.

Just like a horse flying in the air, an antelope hanging its horns, there is no trace to be found, and it is made by a masterful hand.

Wang Lu used his pen to the best of his ability. Regardless of whether the talisman was completed or broken, the talismans and seals one after another shone brightly under his pen.

With his selfless drawing, ten copies, twenty copies, fifty copies, one hundred copies, two hundred copies... were all done in one stroke.

The number of three hundred Heaven-Deceiving Talismans reached an astonishing fifty, and the success rate of the Talisman was as high as a rare six-to-one.

Next, remove the mark.

Like a trickling stream, like a surging river.

Fifty-one talismans.

Come back, the Dapeng Spreading Wings Talisman.

Draw twenty pieces.

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

Unknowingly, a year passes quickly.

Wang Lu looked confusedly at the hundreds of spiritual talismans floating in the air and the over two thousand useless talismans glowing gray and white on the ground. With a "boom", he fell straight down.

Finally completed, master and disciple finally reached the realm of Fu Dao master.

However, the disciple will still keep a low profile and keep working hard. When he draws the high-level high-level talisman, he will take the name of my Six Talisman Sect.

Disciple wants me to remain silent for the Six Talisman Sect, to become a blockbuster, and to be proud in this world from now on.

With this thought, Wang Lu fell into a deep sleep.

Each side of the sky has a total moon cycle.

Through the vicissitudes of life, true feelings are engraved.

The Dream Sect of the Western Desert, hundreds of millions of miles away, is located on the viewing platform at the edge of the Bamboo Sea, about ten miles away from the Treasure Pavilion.

The hexagonal cloud sea pavilion on the platform can be seen surrounded by smoke and clouds.

The wind blows, the clouds move, the changes are endless, and the illusion is without form. It is like being in a fairyland, so beautiful.

But even more incomparably beautiful are the two stunning beauties.

This person is elegant and beautiful, wearing a white dress, pure and flawless, like a blooming narcissus.

One person is wearing a colorful dress, her body is as ice as jade bones, her skin is like gelatin, like a colorful butterfly in its stamens.

Chen Yaer and He Chan were 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 to 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.

"Well, 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 Nascent Soul stage."

He Chan said with a hint of worry.

"Thank you."

"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 Before 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.