Only this time, the rune net in front of Sang Xiaoman only trembled slightly, and he withstood the bombardment of more than a hundred wind and thunder cannons.

What's even more bizarre is that when the wind thunder cannon and the rune net were deadlocked, purple lightning stretched out from the rune net like tentacles, frantically tearing and devouring the spiritual power released by the wind and thunder cannon.

Therefore, after this round of wind and thunder cannons, Sang Xiaoman's talisman net not only did not dim by half a point, but became stronger, and the purple lightning that floated above it faintly began to show the power of thunder.

Immediately after Wen Huazi's fourth round of wind and thunder cannons, it came as scheduled.

After filling enough spirit stones, the attacks of the Wind Thunder Cannon would not stop unless the spirit power of the spirit stones was exhausted, and even these cloud ships in the sky could not move.

And this time, after more than 100 pillars of light fell violently, the rune net in front of Sang Xiaoman's body didn't even shake, and it stood like a rock in the sky above the ancestral hall.

The strange purple lightning was like a poisonous snake spitting letters, and it entangled the moment the pillar of light fell, greedily devouring the spiritual power of the Wind Thunder Cannon.

There is no doubt that Sang Xiaoman's talisman network has grown again.

Wen Huazi, who has always been very confident, also panicked at this time.

It was the first time he had seen anything that could withstand the bombardment of the wind and thunder cannons so easily, these more than 100 wind and thunder cannons fired in a volley, even the cultivators of the Saint Realm could only retreat, and there was no way to defeat them, you must know that this was the invincible killing weapon of the Immortal Alliance.

"What the hell is this rune net?"

He looked at Sang Wuyun with a puzzled expression.

As one of the strongest talismans in the Sang family, how could others not see what this thing was?

In fact, he had already seen some clues in the second round of bombardment by the wind and thunder cannon, but he didn't want to admit it in his heart, and when he saw Sang Xiaoman's soul enter the Three Silence Realm, his heart was completely dead, no matter how unwilling he was to admit it, the facts were already in front of him.

"If my guess is correct, this should be the secret of the Heavenly Character Vein, the Sang Family's Eight Grades. ”

After hesitating for a moment, Sang Wuyun finally spoke.

"Eight-rank talisman, the talisman in this world, isn't there only seven grades at the highest?"

Wen Huazi looked stunned.

"This is a secret that only the Sang family knows. ”

Sang Wuyan's face was miserable.

"So what do we do now?"

Wen Huazi panicked suddenly.

Before Sang Wuyun could answer, the fifth round of wind and thunder cannons fell again.

This time, it still didn't hurt any of the nets.

On the contrary, the purple electric light on the rune net became thicker and thicker, and the thunder power with the aura of destruction became thicker and thicker.

When the purple lightning devoured all the abilities of this round of wind and thunder cannons, Sang Xiaoman, who had been pointing at the sky, suddenly overlapped his palms forward, and pushed forward violently on one side, and drank coldly with his eyes on the other.

With this clear drink, her powerful divine soul power poured out again, and purple lightning began to outline runes one after another above her rune net, these runes were not as dense as before, but each one was very large, and one by one was scattered in all directions of the rune net, some runes were even one in the east of Cloud Whale City, and one in the west of the city.

And these runes, which were far apart, were finally connected by the purple electricity, forming a new huge cloud pattern in the sky above the rune net.

After a cloud is formed, another cloud is immediately generated again above this cloud.

However, in an instant, this huge cloud composed of strange runes had already stacked nine layers above the rune net.

It's just that each floor is smaller than the next floor, and from a distance it looks like the top of a circular pagoda.

Almost at the same moment when this "Fu Tower" appeared, Wen Huazi's sixth round of wind and thunder cannons fell.

This time, the wind and thunder cannon completely became the nourishment of this "rune tower".

Hundreds of terrifying pillars of light shot down from the cloud ship were completely devoured by this "rune tower" in an instant, and they didn't even have time to stir up a ripple of spiritual power.

And after completely absorbing the spiritual power of these wind and thunder cannons, the clouds on this rune tower began to turn, and the layers were like nine huge grinding discs, and each time they rotated, the entire rune tower would light up by one point.

When the nine layers of clouds had all turned around, a purple lightning bolt shaped like a spear suddenly appeared in the center of the rune tower.

When the nine-layer cloud rotates for another week, this purple lightning will also be thicker.

"That's right, this is the Sang family's ancestral talisman, the eight-rank cloud cutting heavenly blade!"

Looking at this purple lightning that had condensed into a substance, an elderly Sang family talisman master exclaimed in surprise.

"Heaven Cutting Blade, this is really the Sang Family's Heaven Cutting Blade. ”

"Three hundred years, three thousand years, my clan's Heavenly Sword has not appeared since the first war with the Buddha Kingdom!"

The elderly Sang family talisman masters of the Sang family looked at the huge talisman tower above their heads, and suddenly fell down in unison.

In the immortal mansion for the strong, whether it is a cultivator or a talisman has an almost blind worship, if the totem of the world is the spirit of the gods and Buddhas, then the totem of the immortal mansion is the real strong.

......

"Isn't there a way to crack this Heavenly Blade?"

After the sixth round of wind and thunder cannon attacks were useless, Wen Huazi's face turned completely pale, and he had no idea for a while.

"Yes. Sang Wuyun smiled bitterly and said, "Another eight-rank cloud mending heavenly shield." ”

Seeing that Wen Huazi still looked puzzled, he sighed and explained:

"In order to deal with the strong enemy, the ancestor of the Sang family once raised the strength of the whole clan, spent thousands of years, based on the unique cloud of three thousand six hundred and forty-eight seven grades, and created two powerful talismans that are unprecedented, we call them the Sang family ancestor talisman, that is, these eight-grade talismans, one of which is the blade you see in the sky, and the other is the shield that mends the sky, and the two talismans happen to be mutually reinforcing. ”

"But why haven't you heard of it before?"

Wen Huazi was puzzled.

"The ancestral rune is the secret of the Tianzi lineage, and the complexity is not comparable to ordinary runes, there are 26,742 runes alone, you must know that the runes learned by a great rune master are only a few hundred, so even the Tianzi vein has not been learned for thousands of years. ”

Sang Wuyun smiled bitterly.

In fact, there is one thing he hasn't said yet, and this is what makes him disheartened at the moment.

According to the records of the ancestral records of the Sang family, these two eight-grade talismans have been jointly completed by the Sang family talismans since their inception, and at most once they even used hundreds of top talismans of the Sang family, and finally they were barely completed, and it was also after this time that the Sang family ancestral talisman never appeared again.

But today, Sang Xiaoman actually completed this Heaven Cutting Blade with his own strength, which even the ancestors of the Sang family did not do.

So even if he got the drawing method of these two runes, he couldn't do it like Sang Xiaoman, Sang Wuyun finally realized that the gap between him and Sang Xiaoman was close to the distance between heaven and earth.

That's what makes him really hopeless.

Sang Xiaoman, who was holding the sky with both palms, was good for Sang Xiaoman, who was on top of the ruins, and suddenly recited aloud with a look like a Nine Heavens Fairy, sacred, and undesecrated:

"My descendants of the Sang clan should remember that the immortals lose their benevolence, the Buddha loses mercy, and the spirits run rampant......"

It was only when she recited a sentence, and the elderly cultivators standing in the ancestral hall stood up solemnly one by one, straightened their waists and recited in unison:

"The troubled times are coming, I will use the Fu to cut the immortal Buddha, guard the mountain gate, return the sun and the moon to the sun, and keep the peace of the people, the fate of my clan, although it is impossible to die......"

Some things that have been forgotten by the Sang family for a long time, just like the ancestral teachings of the Sang family, have finally been remembered by some people.

The Yanzhou Sang family has always been different from other forces in the Ten States Immortal Sect, they are a group of desperate outcasts, there is no noble bloodline, no family inheritance, every talisman is the hard work of countless people day and night, it is a sect that is truly established from scratch by ordinary civilians.

And in the midst of this chanting, the last round of wind and thunder cannons fell.

And the huge purple electric spear bred in the talisman tower burst out of the air almost at the same time, and the "roar" that burst out of the air was like the shouts of countless people in unison.

In the end, this purple lightning spear penetrated the enchantment of the cloud ship fleet, and the Dao Purple Electric General was the closest, and the dozens of cloud ships that had not had time to evacuate were directly torn to pieces, and the fragments of the cloud ships were scattered in the sky above Cloud Whale City like confetti.

But not everyone thinks so, such as Sang Wuyun.

As early as when the Heaven Cutting Blade shot out, he had already fled with Sang Wuyun outside the ancestral hall.

"Open the Little Heaven Formation. ”

He and Sang Wuyun stood on the bow of a cloud boat that had escaped, looking at Sang Xiaoman standing in the ancestral hall from afar, and his eyes were cold.

"You don't want the ancestral talisman of the Sang family?"

Wen Huazi on the side asked.

"Let's just assume that the Sang family has never had this thing. ”

Sang Wuyan's tone was cold.

After seeing Sang Xiaoman's ability to draw the ancestral talisman with the power of one person, he knew that no matter how he did, he couldn't do this, in his opinion, since he couldn't do it himself, there was no need for anyone in these ten states to be able to do it.

"It's okay, if I think I've exhausted this life, my swordsmanship won't be able to reach the realm of the remnants of the autumn water, but if he disappears, I will still be the number one sword cultivator in these ten states. ”

Sang Wuyun also nodded.

Faced with a mountain higher than themselves, some people choose to strive to make themselves taller, while others choose to make that higher mountain disappear.