The monks in Tianwu Continent practice more natal talismans.
Talismans refined from various materials are used as carriers to refine the life talismans. The longer you practice, the stronger the talismans. The life talismans of cultivation world talisman monks are divided into seven types from low to high according to their power: yellow talisman, mysterious talisman, and earth talisman. Talisman, heavenly talisman, treasure talisman.
The realms of monks are also divided into the yellow talisman realm, the mysterious talisman realm, the earth talisman realm, the celestial talisman realm, and the treasure talisman realm according to the level of the talisman. As for the realms above, no one on this continent knows about it.
Generally, warriors in the Lingwu realm break through and turn their internal energy into spiritual essence. After substantial changes occur in the Dantian, they can absorb the spiritual energy and refine the natal talisman. Most of the monks in the Qianwu Empire are in the Yellow Talisman realm, and very few have the Mysterious talisman. Talisman monks appear in this world, and every time they appear, they are powerful existences that can make the empire tremble.
For example, the Qianwu Empire was only a second-rate cultivation sect in the Chu Empire a thousand years ago. However, it was just such a small sect that produced a Xuanfu realm monk, who overthrew the Chu Empire and established the Qianwu Empire. Martial Empire.
Because it is connected to the monk's life, the power of the spiritual talisman depends entirely on the realm and time of the monk's cultivation. The higher the realm and the longer the cultivation time, the greater the possibility of the improvement of the life talisman.
Although Ru Zhanyun's spiritual talisman can also turn into a flying sword to attack the enemy, after all, he is only at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm and has not yet reached the Yellow Talisman Realm. It is not his own natal spiritual talisman that he refined, but his father used his own The spiritual energy is the guide and the pseudo-spiritual talisman refined by it.
But even so, with this spiritual talisman, unless he is a monk who truly possesses the natal spiritual talisman or a peak warrior at the ninth level of the spiritual martial realm, he will not be able to get through Zhan Yun's hands.
In fact, a month ago, Zhan Yun was competing with a warrior at the eighth level of the spiritual martial realm for a prostitute in a brothel in Magic Iron City. He sacrificed his spiritual talisman and transformed into a green dagger, killing the warrior instantly on the spot.
Therefore, he could not believe that Chu Tian, who was at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, could resist the attack of his spiritual talisman and even destroy his spiritual talisman.
He was furious and even more frightened, so he wanted to kill Chu Tian before Chu Tian woke up.
A cold iron sword appeared in Zhan Yun's hand and stabbed with all his strength.
"Die!" Zhan Yun roared.
"Buzz..." The sound of the piano sounded, and the colorful light flashed again. The cold iron sword seemed to have struck an extremely hard boulder and flew away. Zhan Yun was even shaken and fell to the ground.
"Pfft..."
The cold iron sword that flew high into the sky fell quickly, and the tip of the sword just pierced Zhan Yun's heart.
"Ah, murder..." A young man from the Tianyang Sect shouted in horror.
"Zhan...Zhan...Senior Brother Zhanyun is dead..."
The group of teenagers were so horrified that they didn't even care about Zhan Yun's body and disappeared into the jungle in the blink of an eye.
The sound of the piano continued, misty and ethereal, Chu Tian slowly woke up, and the surroundings were deathly silent. Zhan Kong lay not far away, his eyes widened, and a pool of dark red blood under his body was shocking.
He stood up in shock, looked around blankly, and then bowed to the void.
"Thank you, senior, for saving me and punishing this evil thief. I would like to thank you, Chu Tian, of the Chu family of Qingshi City. Senior, if there is any need in the future, the Chu family will definitely repay this kindness!"
He has not yet reached the ninth level of the Lingwu realm and cannot see inside. Even with his exquisite mind, he never imagined that there would be a guqin in his body, let alone that the guqin helped him kill Zhan Yun.
The young man was slightly panicked, thinking that someone passing by had come to his aid.
After thanking him, Chu Tian let out a long breath, but when he thought of his Dantian breaking into pieces, his eyes suddenly dimmed.
"Tianyang Sect, even if Chutian is abolished, we will definitely climb the mountain gate one day!"
The young man's perseverance was not depressed by the sudden disaster. On the contrary, it inspired his bloodiness and fighting spirit even more.
Without looking at Zhan Yun who was in a pool of blood, Chu Tian knelt down, held the pot of Phoenix Spirit Grass tightly in his arms, and strode out of the Mingfeng Mountains.
On the most prosperous Xiongchu Avenue in Qingshi City, there are the sound of firecrackers and the sound of gongs and drums.
There was an endless stream of people in front of the Chu Mansion. The old man of the Chu family, Chu Zhenting, stood at the door with a smile, greeting relatives and friends who came from north to south to celebrate their birthdays.
Suddenly, on the street in the distance, a figure staggered over. In the young man's arms, he was still holding the pot of Phoenix Spirit Grass.
After coming out of the Mingfeng Mountains, Chu Tian hurried home in one breath. His Dantian was shattered and his internal strength was exhausted. He actually spent a whole day and a night on the journey that could only take half a day in the past. On Chu Zhenting's birthday, he was so embarrassed.
I rushed back.
His cultivation was ruined and his internal strength was gone. Naturally, his legs could not support such a long trek. Chu Tian was exhausted.
Under the attention of everyone, he waddled up to Chu Zhenting, handed over the Phoenix Spirit Grass, and said with a forced smile: "My grandson, Chu Tian, congratulate my grandpa on his birthday and wish him good luck..."
Before he finished speaking, he fell heavily into Chu Zhenting's arms.
"Who hurt my grandson, Chu Zhenting...who...?" Chu Zhenting's old face was ashen and he roared with anger.
The pottery pot shattered, Phoenix Spirit Grass swayed in the wind, and a strange herbal fragrance penetrated Chu Zhenting's nose. He finally couldn't help it and shed two lines of turbid tears.
Yunyang Peak, Tianyang Sect's main hall.
Several teenagers were lying on the ground in the middle, terrified.
Above the main hall, five people were sitting on the nanmu Eight Immortals chair. A middle-aged Taoist at the top on the left had a pale complexion and was staring at a corpse in front of him.
The main hall was deathly silent, and the atmosphere was terrifyingly depressing.
"Bang..." The livid-faced middle-aged Taoist slapped the nanmu handrail into pieces.
"Changkong, calm down!" A gray-bearded old man in the middle couldn't help frowning and whispered.
"Brother, headmaster, how can you tell me to calm down? I only have one son, Zhan Changkong, this one son..." The middle-aged Taoist man was furious. With a wave of his sleeves, the lying youths flew out heavily.
Main hall.
"Bang bang bang bang..." After a dull sound mixed with the messy footsteps, the hall returned to silence again.
"Although Zhan Yun is only at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, with the spiritual talisman you refined, it is impossible for ordinary people to kill him. This is weird!" The old Taoist in the middle pondered for a moment and said.
"What the head brother said is absolutely true, and Pindao also thinks that this matter is a bit strange!" A Taoist on the right muttered.
"Only the law enforcers of the empire can do this if they dare to attack our Tianyang Sect and kill Zhan Yun who is holding a spiritual talisman!" Another Taoist nodded in agreement.
Several people looked at each other and nodded. Only Zhan Changkong remained silent and stared at Zhan Yun's corpse in front of him, his eyes blood red.
"Let's do this, Junior Brother Manuo, you follow me to Lin Yuanhai's place to clarify this matter. Junior Brother Qin Feng, you help Changkong handle the funeral affairs, send ten capable inner disciples, and hundreds of outer disciples secretly
Cha Mingfeng
County, if it is really the law enforcers, this matter may be a bit troublesome?" After the old Taoist leader said this, he sacrificed a spiritual talisman, turned into a spiritual boat, and took off into the sky. The Taoist Manuo also sacrificed his natal spiritual talisman.