When he came to the study, Chen Zimo took out the scroll and put it on the table, and after sensing the aura of the scroll moistening his body, he took out the brush, yellow mounted paper, cinnabar and other things from the wooden box. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info was quite distressed, so Xiao Wing cut the yellow mounted paper, while meditating on the talismans and magic arrays needed for the "Void Soul Technique".

"Soul Magic" is more complex and advanced than "Soul Seeking", but it is only relatively speaking.

In fact, among the techniques that Chen Zimo learned, "Void Soul Technique" and "Soul Seeking Technique" are both low-level techniques.

Originally, he also wanted to wait a little longer and learn something from the "Tongxuan Sutra Volume I", so as to enhance his body's strength for revenge and reduce the risk of revenge. But now, he can't wait. Because obviously, if you want to learn the content of the first volume of the Tongxuan Sutra, it is likely that you will not be able to do it in three or five years.

Chen Zimo didn't have that much patience.

And he hoped that if his revenge was successful this time, he could deter Li Zhizhong and his family, then there was hope that Li Zhizhong would be forced to give up and forcibly occupy the old mansion that had been demolished.

So, get out of the way!

It's just that Chen Zimo, who is quite rich in theoretical knowledge of magic, judged that he currently has no atavistic essence of his own, and completely relies on external aura, and it is the basis of weak aura.

In the most serious cases, death is possible.

Because the basis of the magic is to use the primordial aura between heaven and earth, scientifically speaking, it is the magnetic field force, and the magic guides the aura to make corresponding changes, then it is equivalent to changing the natural aura of a place and a moment. As the so-called pulling a trigger and moving the whole body, the application will inevitably cause a chain reaction, and the practitioner himself, as the source of the change in aura, will naturally have to bear the force generated by the change.

This is also known as regurgitation.

But so what?

At this time, if you don't try to stop Li Zhizhong, it will be too late. Just as Hou Qiang persuaded, when Li Zhizhong built the house, who could forcibly demolish his new house?

Chen Zimo had made up his mind, stood in front of the table with a frown, and cut out ten pieces of rune paper with a length and width of about 20 cm and 5 cm, and twelve pieces of rune paper with a length and width of about 10 cm and five cm.

The rune paper is lined up on the table, Chen Zimo grinds and modulates the cinnabar, and then silently recites the mental method to calm the mind, so that the mind can put aside the hatred and calm down, hold the pen and dip it in ink, silently recite the mantra heart method, borrow the scroll aura into the essence of the body, follow the law in the meridians, regenerate the mind to guide the aura, and wave the pen to write the talisman.

Whew......

In one go, mental power and aura coexist, and the trick is born!

Slightly larger ten rune papers, according to the ten-day stem sequence, the book "Yang Eight Fu"

Slightly smaller twelve pieces of rune paper, according to the sequence of twelve earthly branches, the book "Yin Eight Symbols"

Fu Zhengcheng, all have a knack for life, Chen Zimo was already out of breath, the back of his head was like a pinprick with a dense tingling pain, and his consciousness was tired and drowsy. He knew that this was due to his own shallow cultivation, and after overdoing it with aura, he suffered a natural backlash, but fortunately, the strength of the spell required for the calligraphy rune was not so strong, and the natural impact on the outside world was weak, and the strength of the backlash was not large, and the damage was also low.

After pouring a bowl of water and drinking it, Chen Zimo took a short rest, picked up the cut yellow mounted paper, compared the size and shape with each other, and used scissors to trim out twenty-four pieces of paper of different sizes little by little, trying to be useful and reduce waste. Then, these pieces of paper are folded into different shapes, then inserted, folded together, and finally folded into a small paper figure about 15 centimeters high.

He picked up the thinnest brush and dipped it in ink, and on the front and back of the paper figure, he wrote the name of his godfather, the eight characters of his birthday, and the ten heavenly stems and twelve earthly branches that are unique to the world, and different from others.

"Grandpa, I'm going to be disrespectful to you this time." Chen Zimo smiled and said to himself, "However, the Void Soul Technique is fake, and it is not really dragging you out of the grave. And I don't think you would mind, with your old man's temperament, or would you wish I had the ability to invite you back? ”

Talking to himself, Chen Zimo put the small wooden box containing yellow mounted paper, cinnabar, brushes and other things on the table, and put the paper figure inside.

This small rosewood box has accompanied Hu Si for decades.

Hu Si told Chen Zimo before he died, after he died, just put the wine gourd and the smoke pot in the coffin for burial, and leave this small wooden box to Chen Zimo - it's not that this thing hides any secrets, but that the impoverished Hu Si really doesn't have any treasures left for Chen Zimo. This delicate small wooden box is made of red sandalwood, how precious it is, but it can also be called a good object, along with the dilapidated old mansion, all of which were given to Chen Zimo, and it was not in vain that the grandfather and grandson depended on each other for five and a half years.

Now, Chen Zimo wants to use this small wooden box for decades, and the breath that has accumulated over the years.

Hu Si's breath!

During the day, the yang energy is heavy, and the "Void Soul Technique" cannot be cast. Moreover, Chen Zimo did not dare to continue to take risks to cast spells when he had just suffered a backlash and was physically and mentally weak. So after a short rest, he sat down at the table and studied the first volume of the Tongxuan Sutra

When Hou Qiang came to visit Chen Zimo at home in the afternoon, he was kneading dough and preparing steamed steamed buns, and asked if he had gone to the doctor to change the dressing for the injury, Chen Zimo said that he went to the township health center to change the medicine in the morning. Hou Qiang had no doubts about this, he just thought that Chen Zimo wanted to save face and didn't want to see the doctor in the village.

Eight o'clock in the evening.

In the study in the backyard, Chen Zimo, who was full of spirits, closed his eyes and meditated, carefully sensing the essence of the scroll's aura, as well as the essence transformed from the aura in his body - theoretically speaking, Chen Zimo had the confidence to perform the "Void Soul Technique", but he didn't know what would actually happen.

But, you have to give it a try.

No, I lost my life!

The wooden box was open and not closed, and the little yellow paper figure was lying inside.

After Chen Zimo calmed down completely, he roughly compared the size of the desk, then shook his head, put the wooden box on the ground, took ten "Yang Eight Fu" and twelve "Yin Eight Fu", and placed them according to the position of each formation and eye of the Soul Condensing Array, some pressed to the bottom of the box, some only pressed a corner, and some were placed more than three feet away from the wooden box.

From a distance, it looks like the Big Dipper.

Ready, Chen Zimo turned off the light, walked to the southeast of the formation and stood still, closed his eyes and meditated, and once again carefully sensed the spiritual energy of the scroll in his body, his lips opened and closed and chanted softly, the thumb of his left hand pinched the second section of the little finger, the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger were stretched out, and they were raised in front of the abdomen, the thumb and index finger of the right hand were straightened, the three fingers were half bent, and the index finger was raised to touch the lips with the index finger.

Indoors, there is a weak wind on the flat ground.

Twenty-two talismans moved lightly.

Wisps of the five elements of heaven and earth, which are beyond the reach of the naked eye, penetrate into the interior from the outside, and faintly gather into the wooden box, circling around the small paper figure, gradually winding in a spiral, and the speed is getting faster and faster.

As a result, small cyclones are visible to the naked eye, forming in the wooden box.

The yellow paper figure slowly stood up.

Vaguely, the thin paper figure has a body that seems to be nothing, and the arms and legs move slowly, not vivid, but it really has a human form. With the continuous moistening of the vitality of the five elements of heaven and earth, the phantom of the paper man became clearer and clearer, and it turned into an old man with a rickety body and tattered clothes.

Looking at Chen Zimo who was performing the operation with his eyes closed, he trembled all over, sweat fell like rain on his face, and his back was soaked.

Finally, he fell to the ground with a pop.

The spell stops.

The cyclone dissipated, and after the paper figure swayed for more than ten seconds, there was no phantom, and it lay in the wooden box.

Chen Zimo, who was almost fainting, felt like he was going to die, and he didn't have the slightest strength in his body, not even the strength to think. He was scared, and vaguely seemed to think of what his godfather had said when he encountered this situation, he should quickly apply the "heart protection technique" to protect his heart and prevent the heart from growing up.

Soon, he thought in his heart, let's die, let's die, die comfortably......

Consciousness quickly sank into a deep darkness.

The scroll on the table was still slowly exuding a faint aura, fluttering in the room one by one, but in the end, it would still reach Chen Zimo, who was lying on the ground, and slowly moisten his body.

There was also an invisible aura, which leached out of Chen Zimo's mind and body, and floated towards the scroll.

Cycles go back and forth, slowly but endlessly.