And the inscription pen can come into play at this time.

Not only can it help the inscription master condense soul power, but it also has a certain amount of control over the essence blood of the demonic beast, which can increase the success rate to a certain extent.

And the more advanced the inscription pen, the more obvious the effect of auxiliary and amplification.

However, Fan Yu in his previous life did not need this kind of assistance.

As a generation of Fu Ancestors, he has already stood at the peak of the Fu Dao, and his soul power is also at the peak, as long as the thoughts are together, he can draw talismans out of thin air in the void, how can he use these things?

But now he has far from enough soul power.

As we all know, the cultivation of soul power does not have a clear method and realm division like martial arts, and it is also more elusive.

The martial arts road is divided into eight realms, which are called "Xuanmai", "Lingguang", "Juyuan", "Sea of Clouds", "Mixed Yuan", "Bathing Tribulation", "Main God" and "Holy Ancestor", and each realm is divided into nine realms.

However, the soul power is only roughly divided into four major realms: "Concentrating", "Returning to Void", "Yin God" and "Yang God".

Although Fan Yu was a martial arts supreme in the Holy Ancestor Realm in his previous life, his soul had also cultivated to the point where he could go out of his body.

But now, he is still just a small martial artist in the Xuanmai Realm, and even his soul power is still far from the first realm "Concentrating".

It stands to reason that this kind of cultivation has not even touched the threshold of the talisman master, and it is absolutely impossible to really draw the talisman seal.

But Fan Yu can.

His talisman attainments have reached the point where he has turned decay into magic and turned the impossible into possibility.

This is the pride of being a generation of Fu ancestors!

When he thought about it, Fan Yu had already lifted the pen, and the source force was gently perfused, and the tip of the pen immediately emitted a faint fluorescence.

Although it is only a lowest-level human-level inscription pen, in Fan Yu's hands, it gradually has a magical power.

"It's been so long, and I don't know if I'm rusty, so in that case, let's start with the most basic 'Ice Talisman'!"

I saw that the tip of Fan Yu's pen turned, and he gently touched it in the jade bottle, and suddenly the pen went away and poured thousands of miles.

Flying like a dragon, graceful like a frightening dragon!

Fortunately, this is in his own secret room, otherwise if someone sees this scene, I am afraid that they will be shocked and vomit blood.

Ordinary talismans draw talismans, which one is not careful, every time before putting down the pen, you have to think twice before you dare to carve a line?

After all, drawing a talisman is too much of a test of the mind, as long as you are a little careless and carve a wrong line, you will lose all your efforts.

Once it fails, it will be scrapped and materials will be lost, and at worst, it will lead to the conflict and disorder of various legal forces, resulting in incalculable consequences.

In the world, are there still fewer runes who were killed because of the failure to draw the runes?

Therefore, this also limits the output of the sigil to a certain extent.

But how can Fan Yu be an ordinary person?

In just a few breaths, he completed the outline of hundreds of lines in one go.

After the essence in his mouth was slightly spit out, a one-grade ice condensing talisman that emitted an astonishing cold aura was finished!

Holding the talisman in his hand, which is full and perfect to the extreme, whether it is the law or the source power, a smile also appeared in Fan Yu's eyes.

"Yes, it doesn't seem to be unfamiliar, although it is a little slow, but it is still flawless. ”

He could already clearly feel that as long as he mobilized a trace of source power and slightly urged the talisman seal in his hand, this ice condensing talisman would trigger the rules of heaven and earth and exert great power.

Condensation turns into ice, cracking rocks and shattering nails.

However, Fan Yu had no intention of urging, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, he put it into the bamboo pocket behind his back.

Immediately put down the pen like a mad dragon.

No one can describe the momentum on Fan Yu's body at this moment, even if he is called a generation of grandmasters, it is completely indescribable.

I saw that his eyes were indifferent, and after the tip of the pen rippled slightly, thousands of stripes were like smudging, cruising on the rune paper on their own.

It is like a self-generated painting, which is dazzling and breathtaking.

In the blink of an eye, the Ice Talisman was drawn again, but not one, but ten!

It's just that compared to the previous talisman seal, the current ones, whether it is the color or the source power, are obviously too much worse, and they can only reach the level of the upper achievement.

Obviously, Fan Yu deliberately made reservations and reduced the level of detail when drawing.

After all, if the Fan family sold all the talismans of this perfect level, then not only Linyuan City, but also the entire Canghai Empire would cause a sensation.

Fan Yu smiled and said to himself: "People are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, so I'd better keep a low profile." ”

Keep writing.

Inside the secret room, it was quiet and pure, except for the grinding sound of the tip of the pen brushing over the rune paper, there was no sound.

As time went by, the bamboo pocket behind Fan Yu was quickly filled.

Until he couldn't fit it at all, he simply put it on the ground at will, and gradually there was a tendency to pile up.

And the speed in his hand is getting faster and faster, and it has become a misty phantom.

In particular, those lines often spread and derive on their own as soon as they are clicked, and they are combined to create, completely beyond the understanding and cognition of ordinary talismans.

——Creating something out of nothing, derived from a crowd, is the mystery of Fan Yu's self-created "Yuanji Dao".

The day and night changed, and after I don't know how long it was, the handwriting came to an abrupt end.

Fan Yu raised his head, only to find that all the first-order demonic beast essence blood obtained from the Demon Beast Mountain Range had been consumed by him.

And his soul power has also increased a little bit in this almost rigorous training.

He rubbed his somewhat dizzy head and said with a smile: "More than two thousand first-grade talisman seals, when they are all sold, it should be enough to support me and the Fan family for a period of cultivation." ”

A moment later, a sharp light condensed in Fan Yu's eyes.

"Then next, it's time to try to draw some second-grade sigils. ”

"Li Xiangchen, the next time we meet, my Fan family will definitely give you an unexpected surprise!"

I saw that Fan Yu waved his left hand, and the jade bottle containing the essence blood of the second-order demonic beast was sucked by him in the air.

After gently crushing it, the essence blood did not drip down, but was strangely suspended in mid-air.

The cold was drenched like a storm.

Fan Yuqiang endured the biting chill, put his hand into the storm, and began to stir rapidly.

As his fingers continued to change, the originally extremely unstable source force of rage was unconsciously suppressed.

Obviously, some very special tactics were used.

After doing all this, Fan Yu regained his grip on the inscription pen and began to draw talismans at a rapid pace.

However, this time, it took a lot of time for Fan Yu to successfully draw a second-grade "Xuanjia Fu".

And on his face, there was no longer the previous sense of relaxation, not only did his face become a little pale, but even a faint bloodshot appeared in his pupils.

Fan Yu sighed and said: "The second-grade rune seal, for me now, it is indeed a little too reluctant. ”

But he only rested for a moment, then forced down the exhaustion in his heart and continued to draw talismans.

"The second grade gathers the source symbol. ”

"The second-grade firebird charm. ”

"Erpinzhen Sword Talisman. ”

After a cup of tea, three second-grade rune seals were successfully drawn.

But Fan Yu's face also became as pale as tin foil.

Even a pair of bright eyes are very haggard at the moment.

Fan Yu is still working hard.

He knows very well that hard work and perseverance are the most important things.

Only through this kind of practice could his soul power grow towards the Condensing Realm at a very slow speed.

After all, the so-called growth is originally created slowly through pain and dedication.

I don't know how long it took, Fan Yu finally had to stop writing.

The corners of his mouth had begun to spill blood.

He sighed, "I didn't expect that even if I was reborn once, my talent in this aspect of soul would still be so poor......"

After saying this, Fan Yu couldn't hold back any longer, and directly vomited out a mouthful of blood, and the inscription pen in his hand fell to the ground.

He shook his head and smiled bitterly, as if he remembered some of the past, and his eyes flashed with remembrance.

Tens of millions of years ago, I'm afraid no one would have thought that Fan Yu, who was once known as the "first day of the Fu Dao", was actually not a god at all.

It can even be said that even ordinary people are inferior.

In that life, he was born with a weak soul, if it wasn't for the fact that he forcibly opened his soul power because he accidentally ate a strange treasure, he wouldn't even have a chance to embark on this path.

And in that life, it was precisely because of the study of the rune that he didn't know how many cold eyes he had endured and how much ridicule he had received.

But Fan Yu never gave up.

Although, at that time, everyone didn't believe that such a person could make a name for himself in the runes.

But this is such a person, and he has become a generation of Fu Zu!

It's just that in this long process, no one knows how much effort and persistence there is.

His story has never been told to anyone.

Just like at this moment, after Fan Yu picked up the pen again, he resolutely began to try.

He muttered, "Hold on...... My soul power should have been consumed to the limit...... As long as you keep drawing this talisman, you should have a breakthrough. ”

However, it backfired.

After drawing the lines of the 432nd "Wooden Prison Talisman", Fan Yu's eyes were dark, and he finally fell over.

He was completely collapsed and fell into a coma.

In a trance, Fan Yu's consciousness suddenly floated out.

No one noticed that the reverse scale in his left chest began to emit a strange fluctuation.

Unprecedented volatility.

Darkness, silence, like a mother's warm embrace, makes people want to fall asleep.

Under the sweep of this fluctuation, Fan Yu slowly opened his eyes.

But what he saw was not the secret room he was familiar with, but a starry sky.

When the ancestral dragon reversed the scales and recognized the Lord, the dreamlike starry sky that once appeared!

Fan Yu was shocked: "This is ...... The space inside the Ancestral Dragon's Scales!?"

His man is like a speck of dust, suspended in the vastness of nothingness.

Only this time, there were no more stars, no dragons, not even light.

Only boundless darkness remains, like an abyss that chooses people to eat.

In addition to the middle of the starry sky, a black and white qi like chaos was constantly swirling and vibrating, forming a clear circle.

At the moment when Fan Yu looked at this black and white qi, his soul suddenly felt a strong tingling.

Before he could understand what was going on, he was pulled into it by a force.

"Not good!"

At the moment of entering this black and white disc, Fan Yu felt the strongest life-and-death crisis in his life.

Because his soul is being torn apart by this black and white breath!

This crisis came too suddenly, and there was not even a little room for resistance, even with Fan Yu's determination, he couldn't help but be terrified at this moment.

In less than a blink of an eye, Fan Yu's soul was torn to pieces.

With the pain that life was worse than death, his whole consciousness immediately and quickly dispersed.

"Why...... Why did the ancestral dragon reverse scale harm me like this?"

"No...... I can't die!"

Panic, despair, fear.

Under this strong desire to survive, Fan Yu's soul slowly condensed and had a tendency to reorganize.

But in a moment, it was torn more brutally, turning into even more broken fragments!

He had been completely pulled into the center of the chaos.

Until this moment, Fan Yu finally smelled the strong smell of death!