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Took the slowly floating black metal pen, it was cold and comfortable, and the demon hidden feng played with it curiously, is this the inscription pen that can store soul power.

The inscription pen comes from the memory of the Immortal Emperor, and in that world, it is a very popular inscription device.

It can be used to inscribe any object, which is equivalent to a medium, which can improve the success rate of the inscription, which is very convenient.

But to put it bluntly, it is equivalent to an enlightenment tool for novices to practice, and the Immortal Emperor has always been disdainful of this kind of thing.

In fact, you don't need an inscription pen, Demon Zangfeng also has other ways to repair the Spirit Gathering Array, but it will be a lot of trouble, with the mentality of trying, I didn't expect to really win the lottery.

With the inscription pen, he could not only not expose the soul power of cultivating the Immortal Killing Duel, but also have a greater certainty of repairing the Spirit Gathering Array.

I felt the majestic soul power in the pen, which was just infused into Duanmu Banner.

So, under the strange looks of a group of people, Demon Zangfeng held the inscription pen and came to the central jade platform.

Next to the jade platform, the maid carefully held the dark purple demon blood ink that had been ground out and stood quietly aside.

Demon Zangfeng glanced at her, and he was not ambiguous, picked up the inscription pen, and directly dipped a large handful of demon blood ink.

Others didn't think anything about this move, but in the eyes of Duanmu Qi and Long Ye, their eyebrows jumped at the same time, and there was a faint pain in their hearts.

Demon Zangfeng's current move was directly squandered with tens of thousands of taels of gold.

Demon blood ink ingots, as the name suggests, are inscription ink extracted from the blood of demon beasts.

The demon blood ink ingot of the demon spirit realm is taken from the blood of a demon beast at the level of a demon spirit.

But not the blood of any demon beast can be used to refine the demon blood ink ingot, only those demon beasts with strong vitality and faintly awakened spiritual wisdom have a chance.

This piece of demon blood ink ingots of Duanmu Banner was extracted by killing a demon-level Tianmu ape and handing it over to specialists.

Because the demon beast is born to absorb vitality, its physical body is tempered to be extremely hard, comparable to iron and stone, plus the power is infinite, and the yuan power is strong, and it is extremely difficult to deal with.

If there are not seven or eight people with the same strength to intercept and want to hunt down and kill a demon beast of the same level, it can only be said that it is a fool's dream, and if it is not chased and killed in turn, it is time to burn Buddha and worship incense.

This is especially true of high-level demon beasts, a demon beast at the level of a demon spirit has begun to awaken its spiritual intelligence and stimulate its bloodline supernatural powers, even if it gathers multiple sword spirit level powerhouses, it is difficult to kill them head-on.

A sword master as strong as Duanmu Qi also took a lot of effort to kill this Tianmu ape.

That's why I said that a piece of demon blood ink ingot at the level of a demon spirit is almost comparable to a seven-grade elixir, in addition to the value of the demon blood itself, a large part of the reason is that it is not easy to obtain.

However, how did Demon Zangfeng know the preciousness of this demon blood ink ingot, he only used the dark purple juice ground by the maid as the ink of his previous life, without the slightest pity.

Closing his eyes, he recalled the soul power attached through his fingertips, the connection point of the Spirit Gathering Array that he "saw", and his ten-minute foreplay was not in vain.

The so-called formation is made up of special enchantments, and enchantments are composed of prohibitions one by one, one ring after another.

Ordinary people can't even understand the basic techniques of forming a prohibition, let alone a deeper enchantment, or even a formation.

And the Demon Hidden Blade has a huge experience from the Immortal Emperor, and regarding the formation, it only occupies less than one percent of the total amount, which is the foundation of the foundation.

Standing on the shoulders of giants, the scenery seen is naturally different, so Demon Zangfeng will say the amazing words of simple repair.

After sorting out one enchantment after another, Demon Zangfeng slightly modified the formation similar to the Spirit Gathering Array, and easily obtained a way to repair the junction points of the enchantment.

The rest is to calm the heart and make the mind as if it were water.

However, he closed his eyes and didn't make a move to put pen to paper, and in the eyes of everyone, he immediately became a dragger, pretending to be a ghost, and he was afraid to start.

Shao Fatzi's spasms that he finally stopped were made to tremble by Demon Zangfeng's underbeaten posture.

Laughing is a wonderful thing, but if you hold back and keep the spasms on your face, it becomes quite painful.

Shao Fatzi is a typical example at this time, he covered his mouth, pinched his flesh, and tried his best to stop laughing with painful muscles, but when he saw the appearance of Demon Zangfeng with his eyes closed and holding a pen, it was difficult to suppress, but he still wanted to see the end.

"This kid touched half of the tea, squinted half of the tea, and then did he have to use the time of half the tea to scribble", everyone seemed to have foreshadowed the next scene.

Long Ye was still expressionless, but if he looked closely, he would find that there was a touch of soul power beating in his eyes, reaching the limit.

If it weren't for Duanmu Qi by his side, he would even have the idea of using his sword to kill this kid.

Duanmu Qi's expression was indifferent, and he just needed to wait until the end, and then give this kid a lesson that he will never forget.

Just when the strange atmosphere gradually entered a stagnation, the demon hidden edge moved.

He opened his eyes, and there was silence in his black and white eyes.

Gently raising his hand, the rare inscription pen waved a graceful arc in his hand.

The moment its metal tip touched the crystal, a stream of soul power trickled out from the inscription pen, and according to the mind of the demon hidden feng, it carved out a series of complex inscription symbols.

The reason why the inscription pen is rare is that in addition to being able to store soul power in case the soul power is not enough at critical times, one of its effects is to allow the contact person to have a connection with the soul power stored in it.

In other words, as long as soul power is infused into it, even an ordinary person can temporarily obtain the unique power of controlling soul thoughts of the sword master, and use it to draw inscriptions.

And the most important point is that the soul power flowing out of the inscription pen can control the size and depth according to the owner's mind, which greatly reduces the difficulty of drawing for beginners.

However, after all, Demon Zangfeng underestimated the difficulty of drawing runes.

Even with the support of a huge amount of experience and the help of the inscription pen to control the soul power, the runes drawn by his pen were crooked and miserable, and they were 108,000 miles away from the original.

Seeing this ghost-like inscription, the onlookers were already the same as Shao Fatzi, and they couldn't help laughing until their muscles spasmed.

Xiao Wu made up his mind, and as soon as Brother Feng was over, he immediately pulled him to apologize, and he would never stand if he could kneel.

Although he didn't know if this would calm the anger of the two adults, there was no other way for him to do it.

Long Ye's face became more and more expressionless, but there was already a touch of coldness in his eyes.

Even a novice who draws the inscription for the first time is countless times better than the demon hidden feng's drawing, is this kid playing himself.

Duanmu Qi frowned slightly, although he knew that the result would be like this, but the inscription drawn by Demon Zangfeng's hand was too ugly, and it simply defiled the demon blood ink ingot and the inscription pen. (To be continued.) )