Chapter 113

After pondering for a long time, Xiao Chengzi took out a new demon beast skin.

Then use the talisman pen to write and paint, but in a short time, there is a vivid landscape map reflected on the demon beast skin, Xiao Chengzi's cultivation is up to the late Yuan Infant, and there is a foundation for talismans, not to mention a landscape map, even if it is ten, it is easy.

When she was finished, she spread the landscape on her lap.

The little chubby hand of the fleshy nest was an inch high, brushing over the painting.

However, nothing has changed.

She was silent for a moment, then reached out again.

Xiao Chengzi's expression did not change, staring at the unchanged landscape map.

It would have been easy for her to change with a spell, but she didn't use a spell.

Jiang Xi and Duan Xuan's attention was on Xiao Chengzi, and across Chengyi's golden lotus, they couldn't see what was painted on the demon beast skin, but they were both Yuanying monks, as long as they looked at it, they could know whether Xiao Chengzi had used spiritual power.

The two people who had just met exchanged a look, and they both guessed what Xiao Chengzi was doing.

She's creating her own magical powers!

Mu Qingze told them that the spells used by Xiao Chengzi were all created by her, although she had heard of it, but she still felt strange when she saw it with her own eyes, after all, Xiao Chengzi did not have much time to prepare, she was still in retreat to recuperate from her injuries before, and she only took action after she went on the road.

Seeing Xiao Chengzi's eyebrows frowning slightly, he knew that he didn't have a clue yet.

Come to think of it, she is still a primordial monk, if it is so easy to have results, she will see the hell!

Xiao Chengzi stared at the landscape map, and this staring was three days.

For three days, she remained motionless like a statue, saying she was in deep thought, but more like she was in a daze.

When she made a move again, she was still holding her little fat hand, maintaining a height of one inch, brushing it on the landscape painting, and after her hand shook over, the landscape map underwent a slight change, and even Xiao Chengzi, a young monk, couldn't find it.

Xiao Chengzi thought it was still fruitless.

She sat there staring at the landscape map as if in a daze.

This time, the staring time was relatively long, and it lasted for seven days.

It seems to be in a daze, but in fact, she used her divine sense to construct an identical landscape map, and then destroyed the painting little by little at a speed that was so slow that it was difficult to detect, and the last time she destroyed the landscape painting, it took three days, and Xiao Chengzi felt that it was too fast.

She wished it could be slower, so slow that she couldn't even notice it, and let it melt at a very slow rate.

This is a diagram constructed by Xiao Chengzi herself with her divine sense, it only exists in her eyes, it is easy to want it to appear, and it is also within a snap of her fingers to destroy it, it is easy to do it quickly, but it is difficult to do it slowly, especially to the extreme, even she herself can't notice it.

The higher the cultivation, the different the control, and the different things you can see.

Of course, it is not absolute, as long as you are willing to take the time to study, no one can limit her.

Seven days later, the landscape was destroyed.

Xiao Chengzi's eyebrows were furrowed, she still felt dissatisfied.

It's not enough, the same landscape map, if it falls into Cheng Yi's hands, Xiao Chengzi feels that Cheng Yi can at least delay it a hundred times, but she is far from reaching that realm, if you want to create a spell to open the front and buy time for yourself, you must take this "slow" word to the extreme.

The others couldn't understand what Sumiko was doing, but Sumichi knew.

She and Cheng Xiaobao were born with inheritance memories, so they don't have to worry about this kind of thing.

Chengyi has no intention of helping, and Xiao Chengzi can only rely on herself.