Looking at the bearded Teng Jue who turned to leave, Qianshan was in a trance for a while.

I just want to find a job, why has I become the Lord of the Death Mountain now, is this bearded man a master of the Immortal Eagle or a god servant, what is the relationship with the Prophet of Saray, why is he so sure of his identity after seeing this knife?

"Oracle three-star sickle, the prophet is actually the god master of the Death God Mountain?"

A wry smile appeared in Qianshan's eyes, but none of this in front of him was important, it was too far away from him, after all, he was not even a monk now.

"Huh?"

After eating the elixir left by Teng Jue, the sharp pain on Qianshan's body disappeared in an instant, and even the original secret injuries had been completely recovered, vaguely as if his whole body was filled with an inexplicable force, and a refreshing experience made him almost scream.

It's a pity that this feeling disappeared quickly, and even Qianshan didn't have time to change his posture.

However, the only good thing is that Qianshan found that his strength seemed to be stronger, and his facial senses were much clearer.

"Let's get to work first."

Picked up the piece of wood in front of him with a slight blue vein, although Teng Jue said that he could stay, but this does not mean that he can be a master who eats and waits for death, if that is really the case, what kind of revenge is there to talk about.

The block of wood was unexpectedly heavy, and with Qianshan's current strength, it was difficult to turn it freely with just one hand, but when he started carving with a three-star sickle, he found that the hardness of this piece of wood was completely beyond his understanding!

Chirping!

Because of the excessive force, the three-star sickle left a shallow trace on the wooden block, and after making a sound similar to the clashing of gold and iron, even that shallow trace slowly disappeared!

"This is, Blue Spirit Wood!"

Blue Spirit Wood, one of the three major divine objects of the Ancient Continent!

It is rumored that someone can extract a special liquid through the blue spirit wood, and if this liquid is taken before becoming a monk, it will become the original spiritual power in the body. And the difference between origin spiritual power and ordinary spiritual power is like cotton and iron of the same volume.

And the way to extract this liquid is the art of sigils!

In the entire continent, there are only two places where the art of runes is cultivated, the Blue Moon Palace of the Extreme North Ice Plain and the Death Mountain, one of the three top forces!

The art of runes is divided into rune carving and spirit seals, which are all too familiar to Qianshan!

"If this piece of blue spirit wood can really extract that liquid, then maybe he will become a monk, and the power of Long Yanjue will be greatly enhanced!" Qianshan muttered to himself, a longing glint in his eyes.

Only by becoming a monk can you truly embark on the road of the strong!

Thinking of this, Qianshan's eyes became more and more hot, and everything about the sigil technique in his mind slowly emerged.

"Talisman, attached!"

"Attach it to the spirit, take the vitality of all things, control it as a seal, and get the creation of immortals and demons!"

Staring at the blue spirit wood in his hand, Qianshan's gaze became calm, and the three-star sickle kept drawing imaginarily, as if he was copying something. And as the movements in his hands continued to accelerate, the three-star sickle gradually pulled out phantoms and rolled quickly on the blue spirit wood.

Once, twice, three times......

There were no traces of carving on the blue spirit wood.

10, 20, 30 ......

As Qianshan's speed gradually increased, his right hand had completely turned into a phantom, and above the blue spirit wood, a vague symbol began to slowly form, which was a manifestation of the speed reaching the extreme.

"Sure enough, it's the art of sigils......"

At this time, Teng Jue in the middle was staring at Qianshan, muttering to himself incessantly, with a hint of incredulity in his eyes. With his strength, he could naturally see that Qianshan had not yet embarked on the path of cultivation, and with the strength of his physical body alone, he could perform the sigil technique to such an extent, even in the Death God Mountain, which was rare.

"Divine Master, what exactly are you laying out?"

Just when Teng Jue was puzzled, Qianshan suddenly let out a clear drink.

"Hah!"

The vague symbol gradually turned from virtual to real under the outline of extreme speed, Qianshan's right hand suddenly pressed down, and the sound of bursts of gold and iron clashing entered his ears again, and a trace finally appeared on the blue spirit wood!

A thousand mountains were overjoyed, and the power of the right hand suddenly exploded!

The Prophet Saray once said that once the sigil art is cast, you can't give up halfway, otherwise you have to start all over again.

Chirping! Chirping! Chirping!

The three-star sickle slashed through the blue spirit wood, and a sound that made people's teeth sour came out, and a clear star rune appeared!

"It's too shallow!"

Looking at the star rune on the blue spirit wood, a glimmer of hope flashed in Qianshan's eyes, but the star rune was slowly disintegrating and could dissipate at any time.

The sword light rose again, and the three-star sickle in Qianshan's hand slashed quickly on the star rune, constantly outlining back and forth to deepen the imprint of the star rune on the blue spirit wood, but as long as his movements slowed down, the star rune would slowly return to a blur.

"What should I do?"

Qianshan was a little anxious, even he couldn't maintain such a speed for a long time, did he have to become a monk and be supplemented by spiritual power?

Sweat rolled down his cheeks, and a trace of fatigue appeared on Qianshan's face.

"Alas, it's a pity!"

Finally, after a burst of extreme sour numbness, the movements in Qianshan's hand slowly stopped, the star runes on the blue spirit wood were about to disappear, and a trace of regret flashed in Qianshan's eyes.

"Roar!"

The mutation protruded, and at the moment when the star rune was about to disappear, a dull roar suddenly came out of Qianshan's body, and at the same time, his right hand was raised uncontrollably, and a power full of domineering and tyranny was slowly injected.

"Ahh

With a hint of excitement in his cry of pain, the three-star scythe in Qianshan's hand once again fell towards the star rune that was about to disappear.

Phew! Phew! Phew!

A thick flame rose on the golden blade, igniting a line of fire on the blue spirit wood, and the sound was endless, and the hard blue spirit wood exuded a rich fragrance to the extreme under the erosion of the firelight.

"It's!"

Teng Jue's eyes showed a thick shock, this piece of blue spirit wood was still brought out by him from the Death God Mountain, and he had tried the rumors about the blue spirit wood liquid, but even if he had the sigil technique, he had never extracted a drop of blue spirit wood liquid.

At this time, the fragrance of the blue spirit wood in Qianshan's hand is the unique fragrance of the blue spirit wood liquid!

"How is this possible!"

At this time, Qianshan was suffering from great pain, and there was like a fire snake wandering in his body, he knew that it must be the relationship of the red dragon shadow, but that faint fragrance was constantly dissipating this pain.

Pain and happiness, the fragrance is getting stronger!

Call!

The three-star scythe stopped, and a burning star rune was impressively imprinted on the blue spirit wood, and a drop of azure blue liquid the size of a thumb slowly floated up.