"It can't be the movement made by Zhuji, right?" Qin Yang touched his head, smacking his tongue a little.

In order to be perfect, my consciousness completely sank into my body and went all out, but I never expected that I would make such a big move.

After getting up, Qin Yang immediately stayed away from here, who knows how many people the movement just now would attract......

It is just the success of casting the Daoji, and in the next period of time, it needs to be precipitated and stabilized, and it is not possible to be brave and diligent, and it is just right to leave here.

One step out, the figure is already dozens of zhang away, three or two steps, across the Xu land.

Qin Yang paused, and couldn't help but rejoice in his heart.

During the Qi cultivation period, the true yuan is fluttering, there is no attachment, it seems to be rootless water, every time the drama is consumed, there is a risk that the realm will be slightly reduced, if it is seriously injured, it is very easy for the realm to fall.

And at this moment, with the Zixiao Dao Sutra, the Dao Foundation is cast, and the freedom in the body is a feeling of immobility like a mountain, the true yuan is murmuring, and it operates independently, even if it is consumed, it will immediately begin to recover, and there is even an illusion that one's own Dao foundation is indestructible.

The gap is indescribable, the most intuitive is that the amount of true yuan is very large, many times more than the expected limit, and the quality of the true element is also high and terrible, the former does not need to be repeated, and the quality of the true element is high, the most direct high point is that the consumption becomes lower, and the secret technique inspired by the ten true elements of others is of high quality, maybe one or two copies are enough, and the power is stronger.

The Daoji is as stable as a mountain, with more benefits, stronger outbursts, and you don't have to worry about not being able to withstand it.

After feeling it for a while, Qin Yang's hands were a little itchy, and he wanted to see if he could use the secret method of channeling thunder from the clouds now.

As soon as the thought moved, Qin Yang pinched the seal in his hand, the true yuan flowed, a trace of dangerous aura floated, the clouds gathered in the sky, and there was a slight crackling subtle thunder and lightning in the air......

But in an instant, Qin Yang dispersed the true element, and shook his head secretly, this secret method is more demanding than the secret technique, a little experiment, it can indeed be cast, but it is a pity that it takes a bit more time, and the consumption is very large, the minimum output will consume nearly half of the true yuan at a time.

I have just succeeded in building a foundation, so I think about it......

If you don't test this secret method, you can only test other ......

Just try to draw a talisman to make an ink urn, the bark I got from the banyan tree demon before, I was not willing to use it before, it was too wasteful to make a talisman seal, and the success rate of making an ink urn was too low......

Thinking of this, Qin Yang re-chose a direction, and after running for dozens of miles, he dug a cave again, drilled into it and began to experiment.

Cutting bark, making talisman seals, cinnabar, and talisman pens are not very good, but the talismans made are the top grade talismans of a water, and there is still only one top-grade talisman......

And it's a small cloud and rain talisman......

"This is really ......" Qin Yang looked at the superb little cloud and rain talisman in front of him, crying and laughing, did he have the deepest understanding of the little cloud and rain talisman?

Directly excavated the potential of the small cloud and rain talisman to the extreme......

Thinking that this should be the limit of the initial solution of the talisman, if you want to go further, you have to use the knowledge in your mind to study it slowly.

I didn't make much of the talisman, I continued to make the ink basket, cut out the bark of a tree three feet long and one foot wide, sketched it with a brush, and the dense patterns were all over the place, and then continued to add talismans at key nodes to make it integrate.

After a few moments, the halo of light on the bark of the tree flowed, the patterns receded, and the runes dissipated, turning into a splash of ink painting, with a few brushstrokes, outlining a purple crane, vivid, as if it was about to spread its wings and fly out of the paper.

"Illusion Ink Basket, it's finally a successful ......" Qin Yang smiled, in a good mood.

When I got the initial solution of the talisman, what I wanted to make the most was the illusion ink urn, and the nine kinds of ink urns I learned, the illusion ink urn accounted for three kinds, this one is the crane illusion ink urn, which can summon a crane from it for riding, the speed is comparable to the flight of the foundation building monk's imperial weapon, and it does not consume its own true element.

"I didn't expect that the quality of this bark is simply too good, and the quality of the true element is also terrible, the first time I made it, I made a high-grade ink urn, as long as I didn't exhaust its power at one time, it could recover on its own, and it could be used all the time......"

The production of the first volume of ink baskets was a great success, and Qin Yang continued to make it.

Again, two of the three types of golden scroll ink baskets were made, one for protection and one for running.

After making two more volumes, Qin Yang stopped, and he was really reluctant to continue to plague these barks.

The three rolls of ink baskets, all of which are of the highest grade, Qin Yang does not think that he has mastered it perfectly, and the quality of the bark is too good, which occupies a lot of credit.

Three rolls of ink are almost enough now.

Packing up his tools, Qin Yang turned around and walked towards the swamp.

I promised the Banyan Tree Demon to take him out of here, but now I have no interest in other things here, so it's right to take the Banyan Tree Demon first, and I found a way to leave, but I have to come back again.

Standing on the edge of the swamp again, it was still dead silence, miasma growing, and a murderous aura looming in the air.

Qin Yang squinted his eyes and looked inward, Zhen Yuan moved his eyes, and the mist in front of him suddenly seemed to be pushed away by a big hand, and everything in front of him became clearly visible.

Look under the swamp again, your eyes are like electricity, piercing through the small puddles and seeing the small puddles.

Below, there is a lake that is like a lake with vigorous aquatic plants, and the mud and mud on the surface are all floating on the water.

There is a pale and decaying corpse inside, suspended in the water, there are all human races and demon races, and there are many strange races, some are no more than three feet tall, and their heads occupy one foot, and some are three feet tall, like giants, and they have four ribbed arms, and vertical pupils on their foreheads, but there is no strange existence of the lower body.

In addition to these, it was the same kind of monster before, scattered in it, as if dead, mixed in the corpse, motionless.

Qin Yang looked at the large corpses in the water and couldn't help but smash his mouth.

"I don't know if I can still find the skill book......

After the dark path was a pity, Qin Yang did not hesitate, and directly took out two golden scrolls of ink urns, activated them slightly, and suddenly, one of them hung above his head, and the golden light of the Dao Dao hung down to envelop him, and countless runes flowed above the light curtain.

The other stretched out, rolled open, and turned into a golden avenue, extending from the foot of Qin Yang, all the way to the inside of the swamp.

Suddenly, the monsters under the swamp shook their tails in unison and rushed upward.

"Come, if you can catch up with me, Lao Tzu will put your head in your mouth. Qin Yang laughed, stepped out, and stepped onto the Cotai Avenue.

In an instant, the Cotai Strip stretched forward at a rapid pace, and with one step, it was already a hundred feet away.

This scroll of ink is said to have a very large origin, and it is modeled after the golden light of an ancient supernatural power.

It is said that in ancient times, cultivating the power of this supernatural power was eight thousand miles in one step, and hundreds of thousands of miles in one step.

Although this scroll of ink is far from it, it can be a hundred steps, but it is not ambiguous at all.

Qin Yang stepped on the Golden Avenue, walking leisurely, in the small puddle, the monster chased after him like crazy, but unfortunately there were only a dozen of them, and they disappeared completely......