Mu Liulian's two fingers moved slightly, and a charm with a hint of red light swept into the sky, like a firework, and exploded a few fires like fireworks, and at the same time, a complex rune quickly expanded, shrouding the top of the courtyard, and then split into countless fragments and escaped at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhendong to the west, away from the south and north, Xunnan and Kun southwest, Gen northeast and northwest, a red pillar rises in eight directions, and when it reaches a certain height, it gradually spreads and merges with the red pillar in other directions, like a barrier shrouded above the ancient talisman, isolating everything outside.

This scene was extremely familiar in Gu Sanning's eyes, and without waiting for the clone, the barrier shrouded in the sky suddenly shook.

Immediately afterwards, a crack opened in the northwest direction of Qian.

The dead air that had been lingering in the house seemed to have found an outlet, and they scrambled to squeeze up, and the gap was gradually stretched open.

Seeing this, Mu Liulian was rarely surprised.

"I underestimated you."

Except for fellow believers, who can quietly break one of his talismans.

Gu Sanning grinned, and his delicate face suddenly brightened, like fireworks blooming in the air, ethereal and gorgeous.

Mu Liulian didn't ask, and didn't seem to bother with her answer.

The dark black cinnabar pen rotated in his hand, and the pen jumped in the air with no force, and the mysterious thing was that the traces of cinnabar were stuck in the air, as if painting on a transparent wall, from bottom to top, gradually forming a rune.

During this period, Gu Sanning naturally did not sit idle.

All the aggressive yellow charms were thrown by her.

It's a pity that without exception, they exploded in mid-air, and it didn't affect the people in the drawing talisman at all.

Instead, she was eaten up by the rules of the Dacheng around the reverse writer.

Gu Sanning only felt a dull pain in his chest, and the fishy sweet and rich blood gushed up his throat and spat out.

At that end, Mu Liulian seemed to have stopped writing.

The runes curled up with a gust of evil wind that wrapped around the rift above, and the blood-colored barrier became impregnable again.

The dead air was sealed, lingering in this mansion, and the flowers and trees quietly lost their life.

The world seems to be left with only two intertwined colors: gray and red.

Gu Sanning's face was solemn, and the trickiness of this formation was far beyond the scope of her cognition.

Reverse writing character, violating the yang road;

Born to the yin, with death;

Within ten miles, the vitality is scattered;

The talisman maker is the chief of the evil way.

Conform to the way of heaven as yang, and go against the current to become yin.

Throughout the ages, in the eyes of the Taoists, the reverse writing of the talisman is contrary to the right way, and it is a deviated and evil way, whether it is a fu or a person, it is not tolerated by the way of heaven!

Gu Sanning has no doubt that in the plot, Mu Liulian did die a bad death in the end.

A few thoughts faded in a split second.

Gu Sanning had already withdrawn from the tunnel for the first time, slapped the soul suppression talisman on his body, and turned back into the cellar, the rich death qi directly suffocated people, and some of the weak spiritual qi seemed to collapse and was on the verge of collapse.

Gu Sanning frowned, his face cooled, and he quickly stepped forward to take several soul-suppressing spells for Gu Desheng.

At this time, most of the cinnabar runes on the wall had been scraped off.

"You devil! What was done to us! ”

To this day, there are still people who attribute all misfortune to outsiders.

As everyone knows, everything is self-inflicted.

"Want to go? No one keeps you. ”

Gu Sanning had an indifferent attitude.

Save those who should be saved, not those who should not be saved.

That's her way.