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Chapter 120: Death Talisman(1/2)

At night, everyone went back to their rooms.

Everything is silent.

Like a little money addict, like a little black fat man, he sleeps sweetly.

For example, Zhuge Xuandao, the fat old man, Ziling, Chiyan and the purple-haired child could not sleep very well. Although the lights in the room were out, these people were all staring at Zhao Yun's room.

The guy said he would try to contact the master.

Maybe, Daxia Hongyuan will really come, and they might be lucky enough to see him.

Zhao Yun knew this.

In other words, it is the Moon God who knows that those little thoughts cannot escape the eyes of God. Whoever makes Zhao Yun's reputation so big will make everyone want to meet the senior!

"Xiu'er, are you kidding too much?"

Zhao Yun coughed dryly and blew the cowhide so loudly that he might not be able to control the situation.

Buzz!

The Moon God didn't answer, just flicked his hand and shed a golden light.

It was still a piece of golden characters that arranged itself in Zhao Yun's consciousness.

"The Talisman of Rebirth."

Zhao Yun raised his head and muttered to read it. After reading it, he realized that it was a way of drawing a talisman. Compared with the explosive talisman, the quick-moving talisman and the holding talisman, this kind of talisman was extremely cumbersome. Just looking at it made him dazzled.

There are too many lines in the middle.

"With this talisman, you can isolate the summons." Moon God said calmly.

"You can see it." Zhao Yun whispered, his eyes sparkling.

The painting method of rebirth talisman has been introduced in quite detail.

Such talismans are of little use to the living, but very useful to the dead. They can shield the yin energy and isolate summons, and their greatest ability is the seal, which is a seal against the dead.

"Ninety-nine and eighty-one lines, let's draw!" Luna said lazily.

"Okay." Zhao Yun immediately waved his hands and had everything he needed to draw the talisman.

Let’s just say it! The moon god will not leave you alone.

As for why the number ninety-nine and eighty-one should be taken from the extreme, he had seen a mysterious explanation in the Xuanmen Heavenly Book. The extreme has its own magical power. The Moon God said that it should be a burst of nine talismans.

There are nine formations in total to seal the Yin Moon King.

There is no way, who made King Yin Yue reach the Tianwu realm?

An existence of that level is still a supreme existence even if it is buried and destroyed. Not to mention that it has been buried for thousands of years in the place where corpses are raised. The older the corpse, the more terrifying it is. If he transforms into a corpse, what will happen to him?

There will be chaos in the world.

The talisman of death is extremely difficult to draw.

Although Zhao Yun is talented, he has failed many times. As seen before, there are really many lines on the talisman. They are so dense that it makes you dizzy just looking at them. It is not comparable to the explosive talisman and the quick-moving talisman, which requires mental strength.

Extremely high.

Fortunately, he has mentally transformed into a martial soul.

It wasn't until the fifth time that he managed to draw the first rebirth talisman.

"What a mysterious spell."

Zhao Yun's eyes were bright. After drawing the first talisman, he gradually understood the true meaning. The subsequent drawings were no longer so difficult, and his technique for drawing talisman also improved a lot.

"What a talent."

The Moon God sighed. He tried dozens of times when he drew the talisman of death. It seems that talent is really a good thing. In this field, he is not as good as Zhao Yun.

"Why isn't it more direct to just seal and destroy his body?"

Zhao Yun is multitasking again. Rather than sealing, he prefers direct destruction, which is safer and saves people from always thinking about it, and the dead can truly rest in peace.

Yeah, reliable.

"With your cultivation, can you destroy a corpse in the Tianwu realm?" Moon God said leisurely, "Even if I stand and let you beat me, you may not be able to beat me to death in three to five years."

"This metaphor is a true image."

Zhao Yun coughed dryly and continued to draw the talisman with peace of mind.

Indeed, the physical body of the Tianwu realm cannot be broken by him, nor can it be blown up by pulling a cart of explosive talismans. The true spirit and the Tianwu realm are not in the same dimension at all. According to the introduction of the Xuanmen Heavenly Book, those who advance to the Tianwu realm,

It is equivalent to a quasi-immortal.

Mortal hands cannot shake the body of a quasi-immortal.

He had seen this before. The last time he and the little black fat man accidentally entered the grave, so many explosive talismans were thrown at Yin Yue King, which was not even scratching.

In a word, his level is still too low.

The two of them were speechless, and the Moon God didn't bother to talk to Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun is quite dedicated.

His talent is incredible, and his speed in drawing talismans is amazing.

Naturally, the consumption is also quite large.

If he hadn't had a true spirit realm martial soul, he would have collapsed from exhaustion.

"Tell me, will Hongyuan come?"

"Look at this posture, it's a bit dangling. God knows where that old guy is."

"I'm more curious about which force is summoning King Yin Yue."

In the quiet night, Zhuge Xuandao and the others were still awake, paying attention to the conversation about secret symbols. From the beginning to the end, they were staring at Zhao Yun's room, knowing that Zhao Yun had not fallen asleep yet, because the candle in his room was on, and he was probably waiting for the master.

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Ziling was silent, just watching quietly.

She had no choice but to go out of the ancient tomb to ask for help, because the mysterious force was so terrifying. If it weren't for the restrictions in the tomb, King Yin Yue would have been summoned away long ago.

Fortunately, the other party did not know the details of the tomb.

Therefore, she still has time and hopes that Daxia Hongyuan will resolve this crisis.

"Uncle Ziling, even at the peak of Ksitigarbha, can't destroy the body of King Yin Yue?"

The purple-haired child muttered, asking about Zhuge Xuandao and the fat old man.

"You underestimate the Tianwu realm too much."

"It takes time to destroy a corpse. It is true that Zi Ling can do it, but King Yinyue will not just stand and let you destroy it. If you don't do it well, it will turn into a corpse."

"The corpse will not change for thousands of years, so it is very likely that the corpse will transform."

Tonight, Zhuge Xuandao and the fat old man were still very serious, and they were very solemn about this matter. It involved the Tianwu realm and they couldn't make any jokes.

Quietly, the sky is approaching dawn.

Zhao Yun painted all night, and Zhuge Xuandao and the others waited all night.

"Dizziness."

When he put down the talisman pen, Zhao Yun couldn't stand still and almost fell down. The Moon God asked him to draw ninety-nine and eighty-one strokes, and he became very motivated and drew hundreds of strokes.

What can I say? Be prepared.

He took a small purple-gold gourd and drank it in one gulp, feeling very energetic.

What's in the gourd is not just any ordinary spiritual fluid.

There are a few drops of living lotus fairy dew in the spiritual liquid, which can revive human flesh and bones, not to mention replenishing true energy and soul power. Normally, he would not be willing to drink it.

Consumption recovery.

He worked hard again, installed a prosthetic hand on himself, put on a human skin mask, took voice-changing pills, and finally put on a covering black robe.

That's right, he is going to play Da Xia Hongyuan.

This is what the Moon God said. To go to the tomb in person and seal the Yin Moon King, the death talisman alone is not enough. You also need to match the necessary spells. In addition, you need to prepare some other objects, such as red candles.

and cinnabar red thread.

These are all aimed at ancient corpses.

Zhao Yun cannot figure out the gods' methods, but they must be useful.

Squeak!

The door slowly opened and Zhao Yun stepped out.

"Is there another person in his room?"

Looking at Zhuge Xuandao here, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

The purple-haired kid muttered, "Maybe it's that kid Zhao Yun."
To be continued...
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