Shen Luo's steps flashed, a moon shadow flickered brightly and darkly, and the figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, and suddenly appeared behind the silver-armored heavenly soldier.

The latter's reaction was also extremely fast, his waist was not moving, but the spear in his hand made a roar like a dragon's roar, his upper body turned suddenly, and the head of the spear also stabbed back abruptly, and it was an extremely beautiful return pistol.

A snow-white vortex suddenly appeared above the tip of its spear, and the cold air in it went straight to Shen Luo's heart.

Shen Luo rushed forward quickly, and it was too late to dodge, so he could only burst into a shout, and struggled to carry the Huang Ting Jing exercises, the power of the four dragons and four elephants was added to the whole body, and the whipping hand was retracted, and the other hand turned into a huge dragon claw, grabbing it towards the tip of the spear.

"Zheng" a sharp sound.

The silver spear suddenly nailed into the palm of the dragon's claw, and the tip of the spear swirled violently, and an incomparably powerful twisting force came out of it, with bursts of penetrating cold air, and attacked towards Shen Luo.

There was a "click" sound from Shen Luo's arm, and a layer of snow-white ice crystals spread from the center of his claws, quickly freezing his entire arm into it, and bursts of chill penetrated through the bones, constantly seeping into the bone marrow.

"Although I have advanced to the Soul Condensation Period, my longevity is still pitiful compared to the monks of the same level, and I can't be so easy to fall behind. Shen Luo said secretly in his heart.

While thinking about it, the twenty magic veins in his body lit up at the same time, and an incomparably powerful mana fluctuation surged open, and the dragon claw arm also shook suddenly, and bursts of light came out of his body, shattering all the cold ice.

Shen Luolong's claws rushed forward, grabbed the silver spear, and suddenly dragged it, and the silver-armored heavenly soldier was vigorously pulled in front of him, and he grabbed the Liuchen whip with his other hand, and immediately smashed it down on the head.

Seeing that he couldn't draw his spear, the silver-armored heavenly soldier had to let go of his hands and block his arms above his head in a staggered manner.

There was a muffled "boom".

The black light on the Liuchen whip exploded, and the arms of the silver-armored heavenly soldier were broken in response, and his head was smashed to pieces, and his body gradually dissipated, only a white light shot out from it, flying into Shen Luo's body.

Shen Luo felt that white light melted into his soul, and before he could take a closer look, he had already returned to the golden hall.

At this moment, he had already put away the power of the dragon elephant, looked down at his left hand, and only saw that the arm under the sleeve was bruised, and there was still a trace of cold air swirling inside, which did not dissipate.

"Now this life is delicate, you have to be more careful in the future battle, even if the cultivation is skyrocketing now, the combat experience is still a little lacking. Shen Luo recalled Fang Cai's heavenly soldier's return to the horse pistol, and secretly thought with some trepidation.

At this moment, not far in front of him, the golden pagoda in the hand of the Golden Armor Heavenly General lit up, and another golden pill flew out and flew towards him.

Shen Luo grabbed Jin Dan, and with a thought in his heart, he turned around and walked out of the hall.

When he came to the outside of the hall, he glanced down, but he couldn't see Ao Hong's figure, so he returned to the front of the stairs and sat down, threw the pill into his mouth, and swallowed it.

After a period of practice, the remaining cold qi on Shen Luo's arm was dispelled, and the mana in his body increased slightly, but the bottleneck of the late Mahayana period was there, and it seemed that there was still a long way to go before the breakthrough.

After Shen Luo recovered, he did not get up in a hurry and enter the main hall to challenge, but sat on the ground and thought about it.

In the past, he didn't think that the time to dream was precious, and every time he wanted to solve the problems in the dream as soon as possible and return to reality as soon as possible, but now he realized that the time to dream was actually a real great wealth for him.

In reality, the reason why he was able to practice at a slightly faster speed than ordinary people, and why he was able to master high-level talismans such as the "Thunder Talisman" and the "Broken Armor Talisman", all depended on his continuous experience in the dream realm.

So this time, Shen Luo decided not to leave the dream realm in a hurry, he wanted to use this time to accumulate more experience for reality.

"Ma Xiuxiu has always wanted me to draw a high-level 'Dream Remembrance Talisman' for her, if she can really learn this talisman, she will definitely be able to sell it for a good price in the Treasure Hall. Shen Luo rubbed his chin lightly and muttered.

The reason why he thought of this matter first was because Ma Xiuxiu had mentioned it in front of him many times, and the other was that this talisman was very special, neither high-grade rune paper nor special rune ink, but it was just demanding on the power of the divine soul.

If it is an ordinary person, it is naturally difficult to draw this talisman, but for Shen Luo in the dream realm, even if he has the advantage of outstanding talent and strong power of the divine soul, it will not be too difficult to think about it.

As soon as Shen Luo thought of this, he immediately took out the seven-star pen, stroked it lightly with his palm, and took out a thick pile of yellow rune paper and a small jar of cinnabar rune ink.

When he was ready, he sat down cross-legged with his eyes closed and began to ponder the details of the Dream Remembrance Talisman.

A moment later, Shen Luo's eyes suddenly opened, and he raised two fingers and hooked forward, and several yellow rune papers on his side made a soft "bang", and flew up on their own, floating in front of him like a formation.

Shen Luo had no table in front of him, so he could only hold the seven-star pen and draw talismans in the air.

The tip of his pen tapped on the rune paper, but his eyes closed again, and his gaze had already fallen on his own sea of consciousness, which was calm and peaceful, and the little man who had been transformed into a spirit was just like him, sitting cross-legged in it.

Under the rotation of Shen Luo's mind, the Divine Soul Villain also raised an arm like him, but there was no pen in his hand, so he pointed like a knife, and the void was depicted.

As his wrist turned, a wisp of divine soul power flowed out of his fingertips like a silk thread, meandering through the void like a pen and ink painting, and soon condensed into a small half of the rune line.

It's just that drawing the talisman with the power of the soul is not like writing with pen and ink after all, Shen Luo's heart fluctuated slightly, and the soul power of his fingertips fluctuated suddenly, and a black bump suddenly appeared in the center of the originally smooth rune lines.

Outside of the sea of knowledge, the rune paper hanging in the void was even pierced by the seven-star pen in Shen Luo's hand, and a hole was stabbed.

Shen Luo opened his eyes, and then took a closer look at the half of the runes drawn on the yellow rune paper, it was like a child's graffiti, where is the slightest bit of spirit that the rune should have?

In this regard, Shen Luo had already expected in his heart that if the dream remembrance talisman was really such a good painting, with its relaxed requirements for materials, he was afraid that it would have already become an ordinary talisman on the bad street.

"Come again. ”

Shen Luo said softly, his eyes closed slightly, raised his arm again, and drew it with his divine thoughts.

......

In this golden pagoda, time passed without notice, and Shen Luo didn't know how long he had tried to draw the talisman, only that this was the two hundred and ninety-seventh time he had drawn it.

In the sea of knowledge, the eyes of the soul villain were slightly condensed, with a serious expression on his face, and the raised hand was fixed in mid-air for a long time without moving, as if he was in trouble.

The runes condensed in front of him were already half-formed, and the place where they stopped was a place where the lines turned.