Li Qingxian picked up the yellow talisman paper, put his index finger together with the ring finger of his right hand to make a finger sword, and sent it into magic power. He gently stroked the talisman paper, and cut it into two fingers three inches long like a paper cutter.

Li Qingxian took a deep breath, recited the paper cleansing spell in his mouth, and brushed his right hand over the talisman paper from top to bottom.

Crazy...

The twelve pieces of talisman paper suddenly stood up, separated, swung back and forth like a little man, and finally jumped up, stacking them one by one again.

Yu Ping looked at it with relish.

Li Qingxian took the newly purchased wolf hair brush and frowned slightly.

"Take a bowl of water." Li Qingxian.

Yu Ping took a bowl of water, and Li Qingxian recited the brush cleansing mantra, held the brush, put it into the water, shook it left and right, and lifted it up suddenly.

The brush does not stick to water.

The originally clean bowl of water turned black like ink.

Yu Ping's eyes were wide open.

Li Qingxian held the pen, thought about his words of crawling, shook his head, input magic power into the brush, and recited the brushwork technique.

"Ask a scholar in the pen, a scholar in the ink, a scholar in the paper, a scholar in the ink, a Hanlin. Talisman is used as the heaven and earth, ink turns into clouds and rain, scholars write, and paintings are all living beings. Illness!"

Li Qingxian pointed to the sword and pointed to the brush, and silently recited the talisman in his heart.

The brush stood up and jumped into the ink, dipped in ink.

When the wind blew, the twelve talisman papers were lined up and spread on the table.

The brush is hanging in the air, and the pen moves like a dragon and a snake.

The pen tip falls on the paper, and the red talismans and spells on the paper are flying and flying.

During a few breaths, a talisman was drawn, and the brush was filled with dipped ink again, and the second one was written.

After writing twelve pieces, the brush entered the ink for the last time and then jumped out.

Above the brush, it is crystal clear and white, without dyeing the ink.

Li Qingxian carefully checked the twelve pieces of talisman paper and smiled.

These are the twelve simplest spiritual talismans that stimulate fate materials and form fate techniques.

After folding the runes, Li Qingxian looked at the green cloth and pointed it as a knife, exercise mana, and cut it into a long strip with appropriate length.

At this time, Han Anbo walked in.

Yu Ping rushed forward, covered Han Anbo's mouth with one hand, and pointed at his tightly closed mouth with the other hand.

Li Qingxian turned his head and saw Han Anbo and said, "Now you can speak, have you got the things?"

Han Anbo nodded and smiled, "Fortunately, I'm not humiliating my fate!"

As he said that, he took out four cloth bags of different colors, handed them over, and informed them one by one.

Li Qingxian opened it and looked at it, placed it on the table, put the soil under the white horse's hooves and the ants aside, stretched out his fingers and placed it on his hair and the soles of his shoes one after another, and used magic power to sense it, and the aura of fate was consistent with the two.

"Not bad." Li Qingxian praised.

"Can I speak?" Yu Ping was so nervous.

"It's OK." Li Qingxian sat aside and restored his magic power.

Yu Ping excitedly grabbed Han Anbo's shoulder and said, "Guess what I saw? It's not those scams, not those thunder, fire, and wind, but real life techniques. It's simply amazing. Li Qingxian just raised his hand and wrote and painted talismans by himself, which was a hundred times better than Li Qingxian's words..."

Han Anbo shook his head and said, "If you had been born a few years earlier, you would still be lucky in Tiankang Nian. It was just that later, Qi State was in chaos and the fate magicians were hiding their traces and fewer and fewer."

Yu Ping didn't care about that much, he was still very interested.

Li Qingxian walked to the table again, spread out the green cloth, rolled Mrs. Wei's hair into a ball and placed it on one end, and kneaded Tao Zhi's soles into a ball and placed it on the other end.

Then, pinch the white horse's hoof soil, inject mana, and spread it between the hair and the sole soil.

All horseshoe soil is accurately connected to a thread, connecting the hair to the sole soil.

Li Qingxian picked up the dead ants and sprinkled them down casually. Each ants fell accurately on the horse's hoof soil and lined up in two rows.

Li Qingxian held up the spirit-activated talisman with his right hand and chanted the death-induced art in a low voice.

"Life and death are called life, prosperity and decline are called fortune. All lives are born in Tao, thousands of fortunes begin in people, and Tao is born in people..."

After reciting half of the death-seeking technique, Li Qingxian shook his right hand and burned the spirit talisman, and the paper ash fell on the blue cloth.

The blue cloth was shining, and all the dead ants suddenly stood up, clamping a grain of horseshoe soil with their jaws, moving one row towards their hair and one row towards the soles of the shoe.

When they arrived at the destination, the ant threw down the horse's hoof soil, returned to the other side, clamped up the horse's hoof soil on the other side, and transported it to the other side.

It repeats itself.

After a while, Mrs. Wei's hair and Tao Zhi's soles glowed slightly.

Li Qingxian continued to recite the second half of the death-hunting technique.

The curse was made, and the green cloth was rolled up without wind, and it was rolled into a thin round cloth strip.

It can be seen that the ants move the soil and cause the cloth strip to move lightly.

The round cloth strips rolled and rolled onto the talisman paper.

The talisman paper erected up like little people, rounding the cloth strips and wrapping them tightly.

In the end, it turned into a round strip wrapped tightly in yellow talisman paper.

In Yu Ping's shocked gaze, Li Qingxian picked up the small green snake tied with a straw rope.

"Living?"

"Yeah!" Yu Ping closed his mouth tightly and agreed in a silence.

Li Qingxian thought for a while and said, "Although it is not a fundamental rule to stay in the front line of human beings, many life magicians abide by it. It's just that there is no need for a living snake to urge their lives."

Li Qingxian said, and flicked his right hand, and his magic power was swallowed and spitted, and the snake's head was on the table.???.

The wound is flat and there is no drop of blood.

The snake's head and body trembled wildly, and after a while, it softened and remained motionless.

Li Qingxian took off the straw rope, placed the snake's body next to the rune round strip, straightened it, and stood side by side.

"Life and death are called life, prosperity and decline are called fortune..."

Li Qingxian once again finished reciting the death-seeking technique and pointed his sword at the rune circle bar.

The rune round strip with soil in the soles of the shoe suddenly raised up like a living snake.

Yu Ping took a half step back and stared at the object with his eyes tightly.

"disease!"

With Li Qingxian's order, the rune round strips were really like living snakes. They drilled into the wounds of the green snake and finally all of them penetrated into it, making the green snake bulge and rise, and blood flowed under the green skin.

The green snake seemed to be alive, with its tail bent and drilled into the wounds of its head and neck.

Under the gaze of the three, the wounds of the snake's body healed, closely connected to the snake's tail, and the flesh and blood tumbling and growing together.

Connected front and back, forming a snake ring.

The surface of the snake's skin is like a wolf, as if huge ants are marching around the snake's belly, never stopping.

White horse leads the way, snakes and ants drive their lives.

Yu Ping was furry all over his body, but his face was full of excitement.

"It's done." Li Qingxian said.

Yu Ping said in surprise: "The snake's head and tail of this snake are no longer distinguishable. It seems that a snake has grown like this."

Li Qingxian asked Han Anbo and said, "Brother Han, how about my life skills, what about my life skills you have ever met?"

Han Anbo thought for a while and said, "I have seen the destiny technique many times. This technique can temporarily arouse a person's fate. The better the good, the worse the bad. Your method is slightly worse than that of the disciples of the major sects, but it is far better than the random cultivator's life magician. The casting process is smooth and not like a novice. You must at least get to the third level of magic practice to be so exquisite."

"Brother Han is very knowledgeable." Li Qingxian said.

"It seems that I am born with my talents and I will be useful. You can't practice anything else, but my talent for life cultivation is amazing." Han Anbo sighed.

Yu Ping stared at the green snake with a squirming circulating belly and said, "How to use this thing?"

"You have to trouble Brother Han. Just find a place within a hundred feet of Wei Yong's house and bury it. It is best to find an empty house or a place where no one goes." Li Qingxian said.

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