Suddenly resuming their cultivation, both of them felt a little uncomfortable, but they were ecstatic immediately.

The small world isolated by the magic weapon of "Pillow Collection" really worked here. Thanks to Ren Pingsheng, he rushed to work overnight and made up for the hundreds of missing talismans.

Since he had that mustard seed sac, Ren Pingsheng drew talismans every day to practice his brush, and he would bring the talismans with him if he had a passable rank. So far, there are at least twenty or thirty thousand talismans in the mustard seed sac. Fortunately, this mustard sac itself is extremely spacious, and there are many warehouses and boxes in it that are easy to sort, so that he can quickly select the required talismans at any time.

Ren Pingsheng was very proud of the 20,000 or 30,000 pieces of inventory, and once took them all out, piled up a small hill on the entire desktop, and begged the second master to "give one or two". I never thought that the old hexagram master just glanced at the hill, and then looked eagerly at the mustard sac, and then patted the apprentice on the shoulder, smiling, "This square inch is good!"

Ren Pingsheng knew that something was wrong, and without waiting for the master to finish speaking, he hurriedly grabbed the conversation and said, "Aren't we all poor and scared...... There are a lot of things to pack when you have saved up your family. ”

Yizhen put away his smile at the moment, and said seriously, "What is the family background? Your master's secret method of brewing wine, the second master's easy number rune, and the third master's refining weapon and sword, this is the strongest family foundation in our mountain." Yellow and white vulgar things are nothing, but they are just consumables that are passed over and then eaten and pulled off. Walking the rivers and lakes, you have unique skills, are you still afraid that you will not be able to make a fortune? Don't have more, the warm tree charm above the rank, save me 300,000 sheets, mustard seeds, isn't it a golden mountain. ”

Ren Pingsheng's face was full of black lines at that time, so he had to silently put away the pile of twenty or thirty thousand talismans on the table, which were not worth mentioning at all, compared to a mountain of gold.

Warm tree nest gang above the rank, just kidding. This rank of talismans, he has just done it well, as for the higher rank, now it can only be said that he can barely draw it, save 300,000 pieces, how many runes do you have to draw?

Three million, five million, and earning a mountain of gold is still far away, and what is in front of you is that you have to spend a mountain of gold. Therefore, the ink clock threw out the precious talisman with a lot of bronzing and paper, even if it has nothing to do with him, Ren Pingsheng will be in pain.

In those days, even if Ren Pingsheng was not drawing talismans, he would subconsciously move his wrist from time to time.

I always feel sour for no reason.

The horizontal smoke sword slashed vertically and horizontally, and the ethereal sword qi that was sacrificed was like a cloud horizontal anvil, and the mist locked Xi Qiao; the ethereal was just his appearance, and the cold and feminine aura in it was actually extremely majestic. One after another, the sword qi slashed at the fireballs that were deep in the top of the hall, and the fire decreased several times in a moment. The remnants of the fire, let the dense water vapor of this Sea Country Dragon Palace dissipate, it was enough to extinguish.

The key is that the transpiration of the water vapor in the Dragon Palace can quickly fill the gap in the sea of clouds in this sword qi moat and help hide this ferry.

Li Xilian was on the top of another hall in this vast dragon palace, her body was manifested into some kind of void spirit, her waist was enchanting, and a pair of light gauze water sleeves were held high and fluttering, like clouds and mist flowing with the wind for half a day. Last year, on the outskirts of Tongchuan City, she got the Guigu Road from a certain soldier monk, she has never been abandoned, and she has a deep foundation in the Demon Dao, and today, she has long been out of the blue.

In mid-air, countless looming and hideous battlefield heroes appeared, arrayed on the edge of the ferry, and waited for them.

The middle-aged-looking Gong Gong had already started the remaining nine throwing vehicles at the same time.

Nine rounds of fireballs burst through the air. The long snake formation formed by hundreds of heroic spirits looked very thin in front of the fireball that was like a nine-wheel sun. It's just that these heroic souls from the battlefields of different eras have not lost the slightest bit of fierceness in the face of death before their deaths. The Long Snake Formation bore the brunt of the attack, withstanding the impact of the nine rounds of fireballs. Under the raging flames, the spirits formed by these yin spirits instantly turned into a cloud of green smoke.

But the majestic momentum of the nine rounds of fireballs also stagnated slightly, from a straight line to an arc throwing, and the potential energy of falling to the top of the hall was no longer enough to make the fireball explode, and it was not harmful to this dragon palace where water vapor was condensed.

But the blazing pure yang fire was rapidly evaporating the water transport essence of the entire palace. The palace walls and houses are rapidly melting at a rate that the scorching sun melts into ice.

The Mo family giant in the middle of the hall had already gotten off the crane's back, and in the midst of the crisis, this old man in shabby clothes threw out a bronzing talisman again. It's just that this time the number is less than half of the last time.

It seems that his inventory is also stretched.

Ren Pingsheng lost his mind slightly, and then his mood was clear and suddenly brightened. Many previous doubts were solved one by one.

The rank of those gilded talismans is too high, and the current Ren Pingsheng can't draw it. But the handwriting is too familiar.

In the whole world, no one will be more familiar with this kind of handwriting than Ren Pingsheng! I say, there is anyone in the world whose talisman can still be better than the master, and this is very reasonable.

With the blessing of a shield of light condensed by the aura of the talisman, the roofs of the Dragon Palace were temporarily unharmed. However, although the isolation of the light shield can temporarily protect the roof of the palace, it also isolates the water vapor of the Dragon Palace from dissipating the fire. The sky above the entire Dragon Palace, like nine rounds of the sun burning together, inside the hall, it is as hot as a steamer. All the steaming clouds and mist were all stuffed in the palace, unable to replenish the sword qi outside the ferry.

The fire of the nine rounds of fireballs was too violent, and the horizontal smoke sword qi that Ren Pingsheng sacrificed, coupled with Li Xilian's constant summoning of the battlefield heroes who appeared to fight the fire, were just a drop in the bucket.

The cloud gate shaped like an ancient totem had already swallowed nearly half of the ferry! The mountains and rivers on the outskirts of the city had disappeared into the void one after another.

The old man in the hall was helpless, anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

Ren Pingsheng jumped off the roof, entered the main hall, and asked bluntly, "How many talismans are still on your body?"

Mo Zhong spread his hands, and then grabbed both sides of his shirt and shook it. The meaning is self-evident, this rough and unbearable Wan grass fur brown really can't hide things. "Your Dragon Palace Heaven and Earth won't last long, can you build another rune array? Soon the entire ferry boat will enter his Muque Cave Heaven, then do you have enough time to escape, it depends on how long this small world can last?"

Ren Pingsheng smiled bitterly, "My little world of yellow sorghum was originally used to prepare for personal emergencies, and I had expected an immortal like you to fight." ”

Mo Zhong sighed and said dejectedly, "In this way, there will be one more devil in the world." ”

"One more?" Ren Pingsheng asked curiously, "How many were there?"

"Two, the first one is the Demon Sect Eight Hundred. As for the second ......, the old man looked strange, and looked Ren Pingsheng up and down with a pair of small eyes.

"Who is the second one?" Ren Pingsheng was actually very annoyed by this kind of concealment.

"Ren Pingsheng. Mo Zhong shouted in a calm tone, but there was no reply.

"I already knew who you were. Ren Pingsheng said proudly, "So it's not strange that you can know my name now." ”

"I'm talking about the second adversary. Mo Zhong said lightly.

"Thank you. Ren Pingsheng was not annoyed, "Is there a bit of an over-award?"

Mo Zhong shook his head with a sure expression, "Eight hundred Demon Sect, that is, eight hundred monks were killed, and eight hundred gold pills were taken." Although he committed the most taboo of the Taiyi Sect, he never killed innocents indiscriminately after all, and did not cause misery to the living beings. ”

Mo Zhong seemed to deliberately avoid the topic of the second adversary, and looked at the cloud in the distance

Ladder Road, "This one, once you get your wish." I'm afraid that the people of the whole world will be in dire straits!"

Ren Pingsheng thought about the Sorrowful Heaven Sword in his heart, and he was quite unimpressed by Mo Zhong's words. If I have the sword in my hand, in time, I don't need to be too high, the sword is fivefold, then I will go to him first to ask for a sword, and if I don't beat him until my parents can't recognize him, I will never stop.

"By the way, at what age did you learn the innate easy to count fourfold?" The situation was critical, and despite a lot of curiosity, Ren Pingsheng took the initiative to give up the topic of several demons, "I mean Xuequan." ”

"Unfortunately, I was fourteen years old. Mo Zhong's tone was not without pride, but his face was more melancholy.

"The current misfortune, you deduced it back then?" Ren Pingsheng asked.

Mo Zhong's words were limited again, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and finally he sighed and said worriedly, "I hope so...... Actually, to know who you are, there is no need to deduce, that iron sword, who doesn't know? It's a pity that it hasn't been polished yet, and it has been rusted a little bit. ”

"In other words, which so-called Tiangong Sect Sect Master actually recognizes the two of us?" Ren Pingsheng was surprised, and reflexively looked at the edge of the Dragon Palace.

Li Xilian, who was in danger, was still struggling to summon the heroic spirits on the battlefield and put out the fire.

In the flower forest of the secret realm of Jiuju Mountain, the sky was about to be dusk, and Zhou Cheng, who was powerless and worried, was already exhausted after waiting for most of the day. At this time, the tall young man was lying in a long grass like a dead dog. Zhou Cheng was silent, looking up at the twilight sky with his eyes open.

Zhong Chengshu sat aside, drenched in sweat, short of breath, and pale. The five fingers of the left hand are still pinching and calculating rapidly, and the right hand is bending or stretching one finger from time to time, as if to keep counting.

"Plant a tree, why don't you stop the meeting, let's talk casually?" A weak voice came from the grass, "Even if you can calculate what happened to them at the moment, what can we two useless do? ”

Seeing that the other party had no reaction, Zhou Cheng didn't care, and continued his crow's mouth, "The two of them, no matter how you say it, are people who have had the ability." It should be able to turn evil into good fortune, but the big deal is to fall out of the secret realm and be too down the mountain to finish the matter. It's not good for us to be like this. There is neither danger nor chance. If you don't know it, you can only lie helpless like this, starving to death here. You plant a tree with tender bark and meat, and if any crane brother likes to eat meat, he will definitely pick you first......"

Zhou Cheng raised his head slightly and glanced at the other party through the gap in the grassroots. Zhong Chengshu's expression was as focused as ever.

"That's not right, when we are all starved and half dead, most of us will still fall out of the secret realm. It's just that the time between now and half-dead is very difficult. If you don't change the hexagram number, can we suffer less before we fall out of the secret realm......

"Okay!" Zhong Lushu's left thumb suddenly stopped at a certain node of the Nine Palaces Fingering, and he let out a loud cry.

Zhou Cheng was startled, thinking that the other party was the same response as the hero, so he hurriedly sat up and urged, "Then you should count it." ”

"Run, go to that bluestone road!" Zhong Kuishu jumped up, his expression burning his eyebrows, he started even harder, and when he came up with an arrow, he grabbed Zhou Cheng's shoulders with both hands and pushed him with all his might. Zhou Cheng, who was shaking, couldn't breathe well, and his brain was dizzy.

"You let Lao Tzu take a breath and not ......" Zhou Cheng, who didn't know why, protested loudly.

"Get up and run with me. Zhong Chengshu shouted, "Otherwise, it's too late! I'll go up to the bluestone slab first, you follow, no matter what happens, don't stop, run directly to the stone wall." ”

"That stone wall carved with strange totems!"