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The dark room is brighter than the moon, magnificent and wonderful.

However, the light did not last long and quickly subsided. The clear moon shone again, and the attic returned to its hazy bright color and sparkling light.

At this time, Qi Xiang's soul returned to his position and suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes moved and he looked at the pen on the table. After a closer look, he was surprised to find that the pen on the table seemed to have changed.

Before the consecration, the gold and jade carved bones were very dazzling, and the clear light was like electric lights, which was hard to ignore. But now, the consecration was completed, but the brilliance of the carved bones disappeared bizarrely.

If the carved bones were not still as gentle as jade, Qi Xiang really wondered if someone had taken advantage of his focus on outlining the talismans and slid the dragon and phoenix to get rid of the pen.

Qi Xiang picked up the pen and found that not only the pen tube was shining and converging, but also the pen stem was thin and mysterious and mysterious thread marks.

These thread marks seem to be embedded inside the pen holder, appearing faintly and are beautiful in the lines. They look like some kind of decoration, but they vaguely exudes an obscure atmosphere.

Qi Xiang looked at it for a moment and a smile appeared on her face.

"The spiritual pen is done!"

Qi Xiang was very satisfied and felt that this spiritual pen was more perfect than he thought.

"Next, it's drawing talismans..."

Qi Xiang wanted to take out the paint and paper, and then suddenly thought of something, and stopped his movements.

"Wait, you can't draw talismans here."

Qi Xiang was worried and quickly gave up his thoughts and planned to try again tomorrow.

There was nothing to say all night. The next morning, Qi Xiang brought all kinds of things and drove out early. More than an hour after he left the manor, a luxury car slowly drove and stopped at the door of the manor.

Missing again is also a kind of sadness...

Qi Xiang was not aware of it, and he rushed to a remote and sparsely populated place. He got off here, continued walking, and went deep into the wilderness and forests. After confirming that there was no one around, he stopped.

This is deep in the mountains, with lush grass cushions, lush and beautiful mountains and rivers.

Qi Xiang looked at it and decided to draw talismans here.

At this time, he took out the special spiritual clay pigment, then blended it into a moon dewdrop, and gently grinded it. After a while, the paint was blended, and the bright red of the cinnabar was crystal clear and full, very moist and shiny, and was extremely spiritual.

After the cinnabar was ready, Qi Xiang took out the spiritual pen and yellow talisman paper.

He put the yellow talisman paper on a square stone and then dipped it in the pen to dye cinnabar pigment.

The pen of Lingbi is as white as snow, with both soft and hardness and suitable elasticity. The pen is dotted and dyed, and the bright red cinnabar pigment is immediately absorbed on the tip of the pen. In the blink of an eye, the pen becomes very full and moist.

Logically speaking, the feathers of the eagle contain grease on the surface and have certain waterproofing effects.

However, after years of air drying and permeation, the grease has long since completely separated. However, the feather itself has undergone some mutations, so it still retains its original flexibility, delicate and smoothness.

Or maybe after the consecration, Biying's feather hair also has some variations...

In short, after the pen is dyed with cinnabar pigment, it will definitely not affect the writing of the brush. Even saying that using such a pen to write is also a pleasure for calligraphers.

Qi Xiang is not a calligrapher, and he does not intend to write with a spiritual pen, but draws talismans.

However, when he lifted the pen and fell on the paper, the smooth and elastic smooth feeling of the pen made him feel comfortable.

"Chichi..."

Qi Xiang held her breath and concentrated, her pen tip swung around, and bright red marks appeared on the yellow paper. It was at this moment that a strange wind blew in the valley.

When this strange wind started, it was very gentle. But in the blink of an eye, the breeze blew rapidly and suddenly blew wildly, shaking and shaking the nearby trees and branches.

The wind blows and the clouds fly, and the sky is clear and the sky is clear, but the valley is foggy.

At some point, wisps of mist floated, and the clean white mist condensed and turned into a vast sea of ​​smoke.

The sea of ​​smoke is like waves, surging and floating.

Qi Xiang was in the center of the smoke sea. Every time he outlined a stroke, the white mist in the smoke sea would be rolled up again. He also felt great pressure under the layers of smoke waves.

But unlike before, he could still bear this huge pressure.

Because when the pressure came, the spiritual pen in his hand suddenly shone with magnificent light, directly pulling the huge pressure into the pen, and then transforming it into pure spiritual power.

Special cinnabar is equivalent to an intermediary, a fusion agent, and seals the pure spiritual power in yellow paper.

Qi Xiang was focused on her mind, and her movements were like flowing water. She quickly completed the outline of most of the talismans, just the last step. This step is undoubtedly the key to the talismans.

The last time he tried to draw talismans, he fell on the last stroke.

This time, Qi Xiang did not dare to relax at all. He turned his pen gently and moved to the blank position of the talisman. Then he had to press down and click it gently, and the entire talisman could be formed.

"boom!"

Before Qi Xiang could press down on the pen tip, the vast sea of ​​smoke suddenly shook, and the slim fog suddenly contracted without any warning, and a white ball formed over him in an instant.

The white ball was huge, and the smoke condensed and almost turned into substance. It smashed down with the momentum of Mount Tai and was pressing down on the top.

At this moment, Qi Xiang paused her palm, and her arm was broken and cracked, causing a layer of cold sweat to appear on his forehead. Not only that, the spiritual pen and the upright pen rod were slightly bent under this heavy pressure.

Seeing this, Qi Xiang's heart sank and was also a little worried.

The white smoke ball fell little by little, sinking, and the straight pen rod also bent very sharply. Ten-degree angle, twenty-degree angle, thirty-degree angle... fifty-degree angle... seventy-degree angle...

Qi Xiang watched helplessly as the pen holder bent to ninety degrees, and her eyes were about to break.

Suddenly, the light of the pen tube flashed, and Qi Xiang seemed to hear a terrifying scream in the middle of her eyes. Then a flower appeared in front of her, and it seemed that a huge creature without friends flashed in her pen.

The creature spread its wings, covering the sky and sun, and covering a large sky.

The roar passed by, and Qi Xiang felt the whole body beating up. When he calmed down, he found that the white smoke ball in the air had dissipated and the spiritual pen in his hand had returned to its straight form.

In addition, there seems to be a huge spiritual power contained in the pen, ready to go.

Qi Xiang was a little lost, but she didn't dare to think too much. As soon as she thoughts flew, she stabilized her hands and moved even more slowly. She gently pressed the pen to complete the last stroke of the talisman.

"Sizi sizi..."

In an instant, the huge spiritual power in the spiritual pen was directly injected into the yellow paper, and then the cinnabar rune flashed, creating a large area of ​​electric light intertwined and flickered.

Qi Xiang subconsciously retreated and saw the talisman suddenly floating in the air. The remaining mist around him gathered quickly and poured into yellow paper to add bricks and tiles to the talisman.

This process lasted for three or five minutes, and the yellow paper light curled up and floated slowly. Qi Xiang hurriedly reached out and the talisman quietly landed on his palm. The bright red talismans flashed slightly, emitting an ancient and mysterious aura.

"The talisman has been completed!" Qi Xiang was filled with joy, but after a glance, her brows frowned.

"As expected..." Qi Xiang looked around and saw that the lush and vibrant flowers, plants and trees just now appeared to be semi-wildered at this time.

This is not an accident, but a range of hundreds of meters, all the flowers, plants and trees are like frost-beating leaves, which suddenly become wilted, weak, dead, and not much vitality.

This is the price of drawing talismans...

Qi Xiang had long expected such a situation to happen, so he avoided the bustling city and came to the uninhabited mountains and wilderness. He was afraid that the noise of drawing talismans would be too loud and would attract unnecessary attention.

There is no way, after all, today is different from the past. The earth has no spiritual energy anymore, but the essence of drawing talismans is to seal the spiritual power on the talisman paper. Without enough spiritual energy, then you can only plunder the vitality of plants and trees and then convert it into spiritual power.

This is also the reason why Fu Xiu is declining.

After all, those who practice Taoism have a superior mind, let it go, and pay attention to cause and effect in everything.

If you pass by more natural resources, you will damage your good deeds...

Well, that's just one reason.

The real reason is the problem of loss and the loss of mental power.

Qi Xiang rubbed her eyebrows, her eyes became a little tired, and her face turned pale.

When he finished the last stroke of the talisman, he discovered that the spiritual pen was not only drawing and plundering the vitality of plants and trees to transform spiritual power, but also seizing part of his power from his soul. Only when the two forces merged together could the huge spiritual power be sealed on the paper.

Draw a talisman and extract some of the soul power.

Even if the ancient monks focused on the cultivation of their souls, who would dare to squander at will before they were successful in their cultivation?

After all, the soul power is limited, and it is not a sea water and spring, which can be continuously supplied. Once the soul power is exhausted, the soul may be damaged and even destroyed.

It is probably because of these two limitations that the ancient talisman practice became increasingly rare.

Of course, as a Taoist ritual, the ritual of drawing talismans has been passed down, but most of those talismans are false and not real talismans.

The real talisman should be drawn by Qi Xiangcai, which can induce the power of heaven and earth and has extraordinary effects.

At this time, Qi Xiang held the talisman with her palm, ignoring the mysterious strokes and the gloss that flashed from time to time, the entire talisman seemed to have nothing special.

Of course, Qi Xiang knew better that the reason why the talismans don’t look special is because they have not been used yet. Once used, the effect will definitely be extraordinary.

"The Return Talisman, I wonder if it really has the power to return the Talisman?" Qi Xiang suddenly slapped his hand with a little expectation. The floating Talisman immediately flew away and fell on the pot of dry tea tree next to him.

"Bang!"

In an instant, the talisman exploded and turned into a ball of brilliant white light, like lightning, drilling directly into the roots of the tea roots. In an instant, a trace of light flowed through every inch of the branch of the entire tea tree.
Chapter completed!