Two days later, on the second floor of the Spirit Beast Mountain Transmission Hall, Mo Yuan looked at the jade slip of the "Elementary Fire System Spell Collection" found on the bookshelf, and smiled.

The Hall of Transmission is a place set up by Spirit Beast Mountain to teach low-level disciples in the door, and there are special people on the first floor who are responsible for teaching disciples to cultivate every day, and some primary spells will also be taught.

On the second floor, there are some books that are useful for cultivation, such as some common primary exercises, primary spells, etc., and there are also some simple explanations about alchemy, refining, beasts, planting and other minor methods, and even some legends in the world of cultivating immortals.

When Mo Yuan entered the mountain gate in the first year, he had been soaking in the Chuangong Building for a while, and he had made up for his knowledge about immortal cultivators and the immortal cultivation world.

With the jade slip in hand, Mo Yuan found an uncle who was in charge of the second floor in the early stage of foundation building.

The old man who built the foundation was lying on the rocking chair, still holding a pu fan in his hand, listening to the movement of Mo Yuan, opened his eyes and looked, closed his eyes and said lightly:

"The jade slip can't be taken out of the second floor, if you want to copy the content of the jade slip, you need three low-level spirit stones."

Mo Yuan took out the jade slip and spirit stone that had been prepared long ago from the storage bag, and after copying the content, he put the spirit stone and the original jade slip on the table next to the old man.

"The disciple has finished copying, and the uncle is in trouble, and the disciple has retired."

Mo Yuan is meticulous in etiquette, this immortal cultivation world is much more cruel than the secular martial arts, the superior to the inferior, life and death, to take and demand.

Sometimes if you make a slight mistake and take a wrong step, you will fall into a situation from which you will never recover, so when dealing with his predecessors, Mo Yuan has always adhered to the practice of being polite and not strange.

The old man waved his fan when he heard the sound, and he didn't mean to speak, and Mo Yuan left when he saw this.

Returning to his residence and releasing the iron-eating turtle that he didn't want to stay in the storage bag to let it move freely, Mo Yuan returned to the cultivation room and took out the duplicate jade slip and flipped through it.

There are eighteen primary fire spells recorded on the jade slip, including ten low-level spells, five middle-level spells, and three high-level spells.

So many high, medium and low level spells only accept three low-level spirit stones, which can be regarded as a symbolic price specially set up to take care of the low-level disciples in the sect.

After reading all the spells roughly, Mo Yuan closed his eyes and sat quietly, and after thinking about it in his heart, he put away the jade slip.

He doesn't know how to practice these spells, he just needs to figure them out well, figure out the key points when casting them, and master their theories.

The reason why this is the case is not that Mo Yuan doesn't want to try, but that the spirit talisman is not easy to come by. In the past two years, Mo Yuan has only painted three pictures. Actually, I could have drawn a few more, but before the fire map was lit, it was useless to draw more.

Moreover, refining the spirit rune is different from other runes, the spirit rune needs to be guided by its own essence and blood, and the drawing rune is not a painting, and it will be invalid if you are not careful.

If a monk loses too much essence blood, his vitality will be greatly damaged, which is also the reason why Mo Yuan did not dare to refine too many spirit runes in the past two years.

After all, if the effect of the spirit talisman was not good, then he had no place to regret it. And he invested a large amount of spirit stone resources in the earth fire cave and the iron turtle, consuming essence blood, and he didn't have extra spirit stones to buy blood-replenishing things, so he could only rely on pranayama meditation to restore his vitality, without elixir, it was not so easy to recover his qi and blood.

"Grinding spells is not a matter of urgency, it is imperative that we draw a few more spirit runes. Since you have decided to participate in the Blood Forbidden Trial, it is better to have more protective means. Mo Yuan whispered.

After he returned to the mountain gate yesterday, the first thing he did was to sign up for the Blood Forbidden Trial.

After seeing the power of the spirit transformation rune, Mo Yuan felt that he could go through this blood forbidden trial.

With the power of the spirit talisman, he was more cautious in his actions, and in the matter of ensuring that he was able to escape with his whole body, considering some uncontrollable risks and accidents, he was probably ninety percent sure.

Ninety percent sure, you can take a risk.

Those who cultivate immortals need to judge the situation and be cautious, but they must not overdo it, shrink in fear, and lose their enterprising spirit.

Mo Yuan walked to the stone table in the room, and took out the remaining things in the storage bag from the last time, there were still two dozen rune papers left, and there were other materials needed to draw the talismans, so there was no need to purchase them again.

Cross-legged and closed his eyes, adjusting his spirit, Mo Yuan took out a delicate knife, condensed a drop of essence blood on his left index finger, and cut his finger to bleed.

As soon as the essence blood came out, Mo Yuan's originally ruddy face suddenly decreased by a point, and it was a little paler than just now, but he didn't care.

After the essence blood was mixed with the cinnabar containing spiritual energy, Mo Yuan immediately ran the exercises, injected spiritual power, and modulated it according to the secret method, and it became the spiritual ink needed to draw the spirit runes.

Pulling out a piece of rune paper, the rune pen was stained with spiritual ink, and the pen was lucky, and Mo Yuan began to draw the rune.

In this way, half a moon has passed.

……

On this day, the iron-eating turtle was lying at Mo Yuan's feet, with four feet retracted into the shell, only one head was slightly stretched out, and it was covered with a piece of Mo Yuan's discarded rune paper, and he was sleeping soundly.

On the stone table, Mo Yuan held a talisman pen in his hand, calming his breath until the last stroke was completed on the rune paper, and the rune paper flashed a forming aura, and then a breath of turbidity grew.

This is the last blank rune paper, and it is also the second spirit rune that Mo Yuan has successfully drawn this time. Two dozen blank rune papers, Mo Yuan only drew two, and the failure rate was amazing, but Mo Yuan was quite satisfied with this.

Picking up two successful runes, Mo Yuan smiled.

"In this way, there are four spirit talismans, and the blood forbidden trial is a little more certain."

Once the spirit talisman is used, Mo Yuan's aura will be quickly consumed, and according to the last test, it should only last for about an hour.

Therefore, the use of the spirit talisman must be in a desperate moment of helplessness.

In this way, four spirit runes are enough.

The blood forbidden trial lasted for a total of five days, and even if you were lucky, you couldn't always carry it until you encountered five life and death crises in a row within five days.

After putting away the rune paper, and then putting away the discarded rune paper and burning it, Mo Yuan began to close his eyes and breathe.

Drawing talismans is a matter that consumes a lot of energy, Mo Yuan has been engrossed in drawing for half a month, and every rune paper is drawing with all his heart, and his mind is already tired.

There are still more than a month left before the day of the departure of the blood forbidden trial, and in the next time, Mo Yuan has been staying in the cultivation room, either meditating and pranayama to recover and consume the vitality lost by that drop of essence and blood, or taking the "Elementary Fire Spell Collection" to ponder carefully, striving to understand all the spells on it and master the essence of its casting.

Relying on meditation and pranayama to recover his vitality is extremely slow, but unfortunately Mo Yuan has neither a panacea nor any extra spirit stones to use, otherwise he can buy some elixirs that strengthen his foundation and cultivate his vitality quickly.

With the few spirit stones left on his body, he could buy a few dozen blank rune papers, but it was delusional to buy something like pills.

In this way, time flew by in Mo Yuan's meditation and reading books, and the day when the blood-colored forbidden land was opened, it was rapidly approaching.

Whether it is Spirit Beast Mountain, or the other six major factions who have signed up for the Blood Forbidden Trial, they are all preparing all kinds of hole cards for the trial.

Those who have a thinner net worth are like Mo Yuan, either practicing spells hard, or cultivating hard, or communicating with good monks, and doing all kinds of efforts to prepare themselves psychologically.

Those with more solid family backgrounds wander around the markets, trying their best to buy life-saving pills, high-level magic weapons, and even rare runic treasures in a frenzy.

In such a tense atmosphere, the rest of the month, in the blink of an eye, the day of the departure of the blood forbidden trial quietly came.