At the same time, in a mountain range in Dongqi.
However, I saw that this mountain range was mostly rocky, with few trees, flowers and grass. The rocks were rugged and there was no demonic energy at all. Although Dongqi had just experienced a war at this time, it was not affected here. There was no other reason than that. This place is desolate, and even mortals with no cultivation rarely set foot here.
Suddenly, two long rainbows were seen passing straight over the mountain range. When they crossed the mountain range, two huge spiritual consciousness fell straight down, sweeping across the mountain range, and then nothing happened. The ones that stayed flew straight into the distance.
Wrapped in the escaping light were two Jindan monks from the Yuan Demon Clan. Although Dongqi Land had stabilized at this time, it was still in the midst of a war. The Yuan Demon Clan did not dare to relax and sent a large number of troops to patrol the entire Dongqi area. Qidi, like these two patrolling Jindan monks, can be seen everywhere in the sky above Dongqidi at this time.
And not long after the two Jindan monks left, they suddenly saw a wisp of blood-colored mist at the foot of a thousand-foot stone mountain.
The bloody mist flew up into the air, until it finally dissipated between heaven and earth, as if nothing had happened.
The mountain range is still the same desolate scene, but under the huge mountain is a different scene.
But he saw that hidden underground tens of thousands of feet deep was a confined space about ten feet high and about an acre wide.
This space is extremely irregular, with uneven walls and no decorations. The dry and cracked loess is exposed outside. This scene looks like it was dug out of thin air from the ground.
Each of the four cracked walls is engraved with a blood-red rune. At this time, the four runes are flashing with red light, each emitting a thin dark red halo, which is connected with the halos emitted by several other runes. Together, the space is completely wrapped inside.
At this time, the space was filled with dark red color, and there was a strong smell of blood floating around, which added to the cold and chilling atmosphere.
There are two incense burners in the middle of this space. The shapes of these two incense burners are very strange. Their surfaces are bright silver-white. At the bottom is a silver pillar about ten feet long and as thin as an arm. Dragging on the top of the pillar A silver ball that resembles a copper bell, with wisps of blood-colored mist emitting from the hollows of the ball, and finally blending into the space.
There is a person sitting between the two incense burners. This person is wearing a blood-colored robe with a pair of huge flesh wings on his back, but it is the blood lake that has disappeared for many years.
Xue Hu frowned. There was a small piece of yellow paper placed in front of him. He held the pen in one hand and shook it from time to time, leaving Yin Hong's blood-colored words on the yellow paper.
Xue Hu's expression was solemn and focused. As he wrote more and more blood-colored words, the yellow paper on the ground began to glow faintly.
Not long after, Xue Hu’s hand stopped.
"Buzz..."
The yellow paper on the ground immediately buzzed, and the light suddenly became brighter. Then the words written on it also lit up, and a strange suction force spread. The blood-colored mist that spread throughout the secret room was all Affected by this suction force, the yellow paper rolled back toward the ground and gathered together.
The whistling sound sounded, and as the traction force became stronger and stronger, the entire space seemed to have a strong wind blowing from the ground.
This attraction was extremely powerful, but within ten breaths of time, all the blood-colored mist in the secret room was completely absorbed by the yellow paper. However, the yellow paper was like a bottomless abyss with no intention of stopping, and the pulling power spread out. Come, the package goes to the two weird incense burners.
The incense burner was wrapped by this attraction, and the blood mist floating out of the ball at the top was pulled directly into the yellow paper before it dispersed.
Xue Hu looked slightly nervous, staring at the yellow paper in front of him without blinking.
Time flies by, and in the blink of an eye, a cup of tea is gone.
"Buzz..."
There was another buzzing sound, but the yellow paper on the ground shook violently, and then slowly rose into the air.
The bloody light bloomed in this space like a bloody scorched sun exuding a strange blood light.
Seeing this scene, Xuehu suddenly moved and stood up suddenly.
"It's done! The blood sacrifice essay is finally finished." Xue Hu shouted with a look of ecstasy on his face, staring at the bloody sun in mid-air.
As early as when Blood Lake obtained the Blood Sacrifice Refining Technique, he began to prepare this method. However, he and Tishou had been fighting openly and secretly for many years. Both sides had their own spies. He did not dare to be too blatant, so he had to do it secretly intermittently. Enlightenment.
Now, the entire Qidi is in chaos and completely isolated from the outside world. The most important thing is that he has also captured Yuantu's body, Nascent Soul. It can be said that the right time, place, people and people have come together. Only then did he make up his mind to start his own enlightenment in secret. This Blood Sacrifice Collection, which is necessary for practicing the Way of Blood Sacrifice, was finally understood in the past ten years.
The red light that filled the entire space dissipated, and the yellow paper hanging in the air suddenly fell down.
Xuehu made a move with one hand, and the yellow paper with the blood sacrifice inscriptions on it fell into his hand.
Xue Hu's eyes were shining as he scanned the blood sacrifice text back and forth. He couldn't hide the joy on his face and nodded with a big grin.
"That's right, that's right. Although this Blood Sacrifice Collection article is my own understanding, it is enough if I want the Blood Sacrifice Yuantu guy to be used by me."
Putting away the blood sacrifice collection, Xuehu sneered, "Titsu, Demon Boy, you two bitches, just wait for me. Before long, I, Xuehu, will kill you, hahaha."
In the blink of an eye, another two years have passed.
In Xuanmiao Sect, in the secret room.
Ji Liao sat on the futon.
There was a talisman in front of him.
This talisman paper is the same size as ordinary talisman paper, and it is gray-black in color. On the surface, it looks ordinary, but in fact, it contains a suffocating and terrifying power. But it is exactly what Wen Moyan did for Ji Liao. Refined spiritual talisman paper.
Ji Liao turned over with one hand, and the storage ring flashed immediately, and a gray copper bowl appeared in his palm.
This copper bowl is extremely plain, but it is filled with a kind of crystal clear blue sand, which is the cinnabar of the Corpse Soul Summoning Talisman.
Every time he refines the cinnabar for corpse summoning demon talisman, he uses tens of thousands of souls. After refining so much cinnabar, Ji Liao no longer knows how many souls he has refined, and how many people who died in vain have been captured by him. The road to the afterlife.
Putting the copper bowl containing cinnabar aside, Ji Liao's mind moved again. A pale golden light immediately lit up in his palm, and a pen appeared in his hand.
But I saw that this pen was quite long and had a light golden color. The body of the pen was engraved with many spiritual texts, and streams of light were lingering around the body of the pen.
Ever since he came to the Yuan Demon Realm, the chalcedony spirit-gathering pen was destroyed by the demon boy. After staying in the Yuan Demon Realm for decades, Ji Liao had no time to understand the talismans, so he put aside the matter of eating. On the one hand, now that he wanted to make talismans, this sum of money was absolutely indispensable, so when he entrusted Wen Moyan to help him refine the spiritual talisman paper, he also refined a pen for himself to use for drawing talismans.
Wen Moyan was in the Nascent Soul stage and was quite accomplished in weapon refining. Although he was far inferior to Lianye Xingjun, he was many times stronger than ordinary weapon refining monks.
This pen is not of high grade, only in the upper grade of Xuan grade, but its effect is quite mysterious. It can make Fu Xiu feel clear and bright when drawing the talisman, and it can calm Fu Xiu's soul.
It is extremely important to stabilize the soul when drawing talismans. If the talisman made by a monk is too high or is affected by other external factors, it is difficult to guarantee that the mind will be confused and the talisman made will be burned, but the pen that Wen Moyan refined is exactly the same. Makes up for it.
Ji Liao named this pen the soul-soaking pen, which coincided with its effectiveness, and he was quite satisfied with it.
His eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at the talisman in front of him, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart.
He twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly, "Haha, I haven't drawn a talisman for a long time."
Lifting the pen and tapping the copper bowl on the side, a touch of crystal blue immediately dyed the tip of the pen.
Looking back at the talisman in front of him, Ji Liao's expression gradually changed. In an instant, he returned to the young boy he was before, extremely focused.
The tip of the pen moved slowly and touched the talisman paper.
A strange scene appeared, but the place where the pen tip and the talisman paper came together suddenly rippled. The blue cinnabar immediately collapsed and exploded, turning into streaks of blue brilliance that spread out and coiled along the pen tip. Go up and wrap around Ji Liao's arms.
The blue light passed through Ji Liao's robe like nothing, adhered to the skin, and then penetrated into Ji Liao's body.
In an instant, Ji Liao felt a bone-chilling chill rising up in his hand. Even though he had the cultivation level of Nascent Soul stage, he felt this chill going straight to his bones.
Ji Liao's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, but he did not panic and used his spiritual power to resist this force.
And the moment Ji Liao's spiritual power was raised, the bone-chilling chill was easily driven away, and following that, the blue light that surrounded the pen body also collapsed and dissipated, turning into nothingness.
"This..." Ji Liao hesitated.
Ji Liao had never seen such a scene since he entered Fu Dao. He kept the posture of holding the pen unchanged, his mind racing with thoughts.
After a while, he took a breath and sat up straight.
"Perhaps this is the weirdness of this cinnabar. It seems that my understanding is not thorough enough."
Ji Liao said softly, raised his hand and took out the book on the Soul Summoning Talisman again, and then his mind sank.
