Chapter 109: Returning to the Heavens, Manna Appears!
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The dark room is brighter, clearer than the moon, magnificent and gorgeous, and wonderful.
However, this light did not last long, and soon converged. The clear moonlight was reflected again, and the attic was hazy and bright again, and the glow was sparkling.
At this time, Qi Xiang's spirit returned to its place and opened its eyes. As soon as his eyes moved, he looked at the pen on the table. After taking a closer look, he was surprised to find that the pen on the table seemed to have undergone some changes.
Before the consecration, the golden jade carved bones were very dazzling, and the clear brilliance was like an electric lamp, which was difficult to ignore. But now, the consecration is complete, and the brilliance of the carved bones has mysteriously disappeared.
If it weren't for the carved bones still being as warm as jade, Qi Xiang really wanted to wonder if someone had taken advantage of the fact that he was concentrating on outlining the talisman and stole the dragon and phoenix and dropped the pen.
Qi Xiang picked up the pen and found that not only the brilliance of the pen barrel converged, but there were also thin and mysterious line marks on the pen barrel.
These thread marks, as if inlaid in the inside of the barrel, loom and beautiful, looking as if they were some kind of decoration, but they vaguely exude an obscure atmosphere.
Qi Xiang looked at it for a moment, and a smile appeared on his face.
"The spirit pen is done!"
Qi Xiang felt very satisfied, and felt that this spirit pen was more perfect than he imagined.
"Next, it's time to draw the ......"
Qi Xiang wanted to take out the paint and paper, and then suddenly thought of something, and the movement stopped.
"Wait, you can't draw a charm here."
Qi Xiang had concerns, and quickly dispelled his thoughts, planning to try it again tomorrow.
There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning, Qi Xiang took all kinds of things and drove out early. More than an hour after he left the manor, a luxury car slowly drove up and stopped at the gate of the manor.
Another miss, but also a kind of sadness......
Qi Xiang didn't know it, and he was galloping all the way. Came to a poor, sparsely populated place. Here he got out of the car and continued on foot, deep into the wilderness and forest. After making sure that there was no one around, he stopped.
This is the depths of the mountains, the grass is very lush, lush, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful.
Qi Xiang took a look. I decided to draw a sigil here.
At this time, he took out the special spirit clay paint, mixed it into a moon dewdrop, and gently grinded it. After a while, the pigment was blended, and the bright red of the dansha was crystal full, very moist and shiny, and the aura was compelling.
After the dansha was ready, Qi Xiang took out the spirit pen and the yellow rune paper.
He rested the yellow rune paper on a square stone. Then take the pen and dip it in the dansa pigment.
The pen of the spirit pen is as white as snow, soft and hard, and the elasticity is suitable. The pen is dyed, and the bright red dansha pigment is immediately adsorbed on the tip of the pen. In the blink of an eye, the pen became very full and moist.
It stands to reason that the feathers of the eagle owl contain oil on the surface. It has a certain waterproof effect.
However, after years of air drying, the oil has long been completely detached. However, the feather itself has also undergone some mutations with the eagle, so it still retains its original flexibility, delicacy and smoothness.
Or after the consecration. Bi Ying's feathers have some variations......
All in all, after the carving pen is dyed with dansha pigment, it will definitely not affect the writing. It is even said that writing words with such a pen is for calligraphers. It's also a treat.
Qi Xiang is not a calligrapher, and he does not intend to write with a spiritual pen, but draws symbols.
However, when he lifted the pen and landed on the paper, the smooth, elastic smoothness of the pen made him feel comfortable.
"Woohoo......"
Qi Xiang held his breath and condensed, the pen swirled, and the bright red traces appeared on the yellow paper. It was at this moment that a strange wind blew in the valley.
When this strange wind began, it was very gentle. But in the blink of an eye, a light breeze blew violently, blowing and trembling the branches and leaves of the nearby trees.
The wind was blowing and the clouds were flying, and the sky was cloudless, but the valley was foggy.
I don't know when, wisps of mist floated in, and the clean white mist condensed and turned into a sea of mist and smoke.
The sea of smoke is like a wave, turbulent and floating.
Qi Xiang is in the center of the sea of smoke, and every time he draws a stroke, the white mist of the sea of smoke rolls up once. Wrapped in layers of smoke, he also felt a lot of pressure.
But unlike before, he can still withstand this huge pressure.
Because when the pressure surged, the spiritual pen in his hand suddenly intertwined and shone with a magnificent light, directly pulling the huge pressure into the pen, and then transforming it into pure spiritual power.
The special dansha is equivalent to an intermediary and a fusion agent, sealing the pure spiritual power in the yellow paper.
Qi Xiang had no distractions, his movements were like flowing water, and he quickly completed the outline of most of the talismans, and he was just short of the last stroke. This stroke is undoubtedly the key to the talisman.
The last time he tried to draw a talisman, it was poured on the last stroke.
This time, Qi Xiang didn't dare to relax at all, and with a gentle turn of the pen, he shifted to the blank position of the talisman, and then pressed it down with a slight touch, and the whole talisman could be formed.
"Boom!"
Without waiting for Qi Xiang's pen to press down, the vast sea of smoke suddenly shook, and the mist suddenly contracted unexpectedly, instantly forming a white ball in the sky above him.
The white ball was huge, and the smoke condensed almost into substance, and smashed down with the momentum of Mount Tai.
At this moment, Qi Xiang's palm was stunned, his arm was fractured, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Not only that, but the spirit pen, the upright pen, under this heavy pressure, actually bent up a little arc.
Seeing this situation, Qi Xiang's heart sank, and he was also a little worried.
The white smoke ball fell and sank little by little, and the straight barrel of the pen also bent sharply. 10 degrees, 20 degrees, 30 degrees...... Fifty degree angle...... Seventy degree angle......
Qi Xiang watched as the pen was bent to ninety degrees, and his eyes were about to break.
Suddenly, the light of the pen tube flashed, and Qi Xiang vaguely seemed to hear a terrifying scream, and then a flower appeared in front of him, as if a huge friendless creature flashed in the pen.
Creatures spread their wings, obscuring the sky and covering a large area of the sky.
The whistling sound passed, Qi Xiang felt the pressure of his whole body, he looked at it intently, and found that the white smoke ball in the air had dissipated, and the spirit pen in his hand had also returned to a straight form.
In addition, in the barrel of the pen, it seems to contain a huge spiritual power, ready to go.
Qi Xiang lost his mind a little, but he didn't dare to think about it, as soon as his thoughts flew, he stabilized, and the movements in his hands were not slow, and the pen was lightly pressed, and the last stroke of the talisman was completed.
"Zizi Zizi ......"
In an instant, the colossal spiritual power in the spirit pen was directly injected into the yellow paper, and then the dansha rune pattern flashed with spiritual light, producing a large area of electric light intertwined and flickering.
Qi Xiang subconsciously retreated, and saw that the talisman suddenly floated in the air, and the remaining mist around it quickly gathered and poured into the yellow paper, adding bricks and tiles to the talisman.
This process lasted for three to five minutes before the yellow paper light converged, and it fluttered and fell. Qi Xiang hurriedly stretched out his hand, and the talisman quietly fell on his palm, and the bright red rune flashed slightly in the light, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.
"It's done!" Qi Xiang was overjoyed, and after a glance at it, his brows furrowed.
"As expected......" Qi Xiang looked around, only to see that the flowers and trees that were still lush and vibrant just now were in a semi-withered state at this time.
This is not an accidental phenomenon, but within a radius of several hundred meters, all the flowers and trees, like frost-beaten leaves, wilted all of a sudden, weak, lifeless, and without much vitality.
This is the price of drawing symbols......
Qi Xiang had expected such a situation, so he avoided the lively city and came to the deep mountains and wilderness where there were no people. He was just afraid that the movement of the talisman would be too big and attract unnecessary attention.
There is no way, after all, this is not the same as it used to be. The earth no longer has any spiritual energy, but the essence of drawing talismans is to seal spiritual power on the talisman paper. If you don't have enough aura, then you can only transform it into spiritual power by plundering the grass and trees.
This is also the reason why Fu Xiu is declining day by day.
After all, a cultivator has a heavenly heart in the upper body, goes with the flow, and pays attention to a karma in everything.
If you skim too much natural resources, it will damage yin virtue......
Well, that's just one of the reasons.
The real reason is the problem of attrition, the depletion of mental power.
Qi Xiang rubbed his eyebrows, his eyes were a little tired, and his face was even more pale.
When he completed the last stroke of the talisman, he found that the spirit pen was not only extracting and plundering the vitality of plants and trees to transform spiritual power, but also intercepting part of the power in his divine soul, and the two forces were fused together to be able to seal the behemoth spiritual power on the paper.
Draw a talisman and draw a part of your soul power.
Ancient monks, even if they focused on the cultivation of the divine soul, but before the cultivation was successful, who would dare to squander it at will?
After all, the soul power is limited, but it is not a seawater spring, which can be continuously supplied. Once the soul power is exhausted, I am afraid that the soul will also be damaged, or even destroyed.
It is estimated that it is these two restrictions that will make ancient talisman cultivation increasingly rare.
Of course, as a Taoist ritual, the ritual of drawing talismans has been passed down, but most of the talismans are imaginary, not real spiritual talismans.
The real spirit rune should be drawn by Qi Xiang, a talisman that can attract the power of heaven and earth, and has extraordinary effects.
At this time, Qi Xiang held the spirit talisman in his hand, ignoring the mysterious strokes in it, as well as the luster that flashed from time to time, and the whole talisman looked like there was nothing special.
Of course, Qi Xiang knows better that the reason why the talisman doesn't look special is because it hasn't been used yet. Once used, the effect is definitely not ordinary.
"Returning to the sky, I don't know if it really has the power to return to the sky?" Qi Xiang was a little expectant, and suddenly slapped his backhand. The fluttering spirit rune immediately flew dexterously and landed on the pot of dry tea trees next to it.
"Bang!"
In an instant, the spirit rune exploded, turning into a ball of brilliant white light, like lightning, directly into the root of the tea root. In an instant, you can see the flow of light, running through every inch of the entire tea tree.
Thunder flashed, and in the crackling movement, a puff of Qingling nectar sprinkled out of thin air and poured into the tree tea...... (To be continued.) )