There is no wind, and the hair is automatic, not to mention that there is wind at this time.

The tip of the pen is covered with ink, and looking at the rune paper in his eyes, it is no longer a simple yellow paper, but carries the essence of heaven and earth.

The tip of the pen is dipped in ink, not a simple ink, let alone an ordinary pen, falling gently, it seems that at this moment, he has entered a state, as if heaven and man are one, more like controlling this side of the air.

Immediately afterwards, the thin tip of the brush began to move on the yellow paper, just a simple horizontal stroke, but it hooked the inexplicable rhythm in the heaven and earth.

The tip of the brush seems to absorb a stream of essence, and this essence is slowly injected into the lines outlined by the wind along the tip of the brush.

Fire Talisman, Fire! The flame burns, jumps three feet, and the spark can burn the plain, just like this fire charm, its rune is like a burning flame, however, only a flame can burn the sky!

The so-called drawing talismans, explained by the words "copying the array", are more appropriate, and where the pen passes, the essence it absorbs is injected into it.

And yellow paper, is just a kind of carrying thing, speaking of which, you can not use yellow paper, even if it is a small leaf, as long as you can comprehend the essence of the rune paper, know its production and source, you can play it.

Obviously, although Feng Qingyang's attainment in the art of talisman is not high, his foundation is solid as soon as he comprehends it, and he is even more solid than some Tianjiao disciples in the Maoshan Zhengtian Sect.

He had never been systematically taught, and no one had anyone to refer to him, but he had explored it on his own, and comprehended it from the "Art of Charms" that he had acquired when he first came here.

In one fell swoop, he became an unprecedented zombie talisman, and time and history are like a non-stop wheel, which rolls forward non-stop, crushing countless Tianjiao and heroes.

However, in the midst of this, there is something that will be born that will bleed a lot and cannot be erased even if it is time, that is, the Dao, the Fu Dao, and the Sword Dao...... Everything that can be seen in the world is the Tao.

Monks, what they cultivate is the Tao, but the Tao that can be distinguished is the most inferior Dao, and the Fu Dao, although it is not a top-level Dao, is also a rare Dao.

Fu Dao copied heaven and earth, just like a formation, the formation is a miniature version of the avenue of heaven and earth, and Fu Dao, it is not an exaggeration to explain it as a miniature version of the formation path.

Pick up the brush, you can draw a symbol on the yellow paper, and you can copy it on a qiē thing that can be carried, and if the copy is successful, this is the symbol, which is why the Maoshan Zhengtian School will faintly become the head of the ten major righteous sects in the cultivation world.

The Mahayana inside, without the need for paper, without pen and ink, waving his hand between the void to draw the symbol, with heaven and earth as the load, one hand crossed, exerting great power.

Feng Qingyang had also comprehended the Void Talisman Technique, but his realm was extremely low, and he could only use the simplest water talisman among them, without any attack power.

However, the Void Talisman is a step, so to speak, if Feng Qingyang can kill a Maoshan Great Power and obtain the spell of the Void Talisman from it, he can still draw it one by one.

At this time, the tip of his pen began to swim on the yellow paper, which was gradually approaching the end, but on the yellow paper, a picture and text had already appeared, a rune that showed a cluster of flames.

Faintly, there is a slight luster on it, and the appearance of this luster is enough to prove that this spell has been completed by him.

When he drew the last stroke, the entire yellow paper trembled slightly, as if he could not bear the great power contained in the lines.

"Have you finished one?" Feng Qingyang slowly put down the brush in his hand, and then sat cross-legged on the ground without looking at the spell that had already been drawn.

At this time, his mind was clear, there was no sense of tiredness, on the contrary, there was a little excitement, and it would be more appropriate to say that it was excited.

For some reason, after he drew this spell, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, if there was a person from Maoshan here, he would definitely find that his state at this time was a slight epiphany in Maoshan.

Epiphany is just a moment, like a gust of wind, it comes and goes quickly, you can't see or touch it, but you can really feel it.

At this time, Feng Qingyang fell into this state, he only felt that he picked up the brush, as if the brush had life, with his stroke, it was suddenly given life and consciousness.

Therefore, he would quickly draw a fire charm in that short period of time, and judging by its luster and power, it was a rare high-grade spell.

"The previous piece of rune paper only took a short stick of incense. A glint flashed in his eyes, a stick of incense, if calculated according to the time of his original world, it was only fifteen minutes.

"If you keep it in this state, you can draw fifty pictures in ten hours, and at night when night falls, you can practice well. ”

Thinking of this, the essence in his eyes is even worse, if the people of Maoshan are here at this time, they will definitely scold a fool, this state of falling into a spell epiphany, others will generally come to draw a high-level spell.

And he, just to draw fire charms, and it is mass-produced.

Got up, took back the drawn talisman from the ring, and then quickly laid out another piece of talisman paper on the platform in the cave again, and the brush moved again, this time even faster than at the beginning.

Although it was only a trace, this was a kind of progress, at this time, he not only did not consume the talisman, but on the contrary, it was replenished, as if his attainment on the talisman had improved by one percent.

Sure enough, when he put away his pen, a shimmering spell appeared underneath, and when the light appeared, it showed that it was no longer a simple piece of yellow paper, but a spell with great power.

"This time, it only took the time of one cup of tea (ten minutes). The light in his eyes was once again great, and he did not stop, but once again quickly took out a piece of talisman paper.

"In this way, within ten days, five hundred magic-grade fire charms will definitely be drawn, and at that time, this black armor army will be able to successfully pass through that black mist. ”

"Whether they are dead or alive after entering, this is my guarantee to them......" With an inexplicable feeling, he moved again.

Only this time, he no longer covered the yellow paper one by one, but took out multiple sheets at once, and when the first one was completed, the brush in his hand suddenly turned and slid to the other one next to him.

In this way, it will save more time and will not quit from that particular state, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

The sun set and the moon rose, and when the cave gradually fell into darkness, Feng Qingyang finally stopped the pen that was rapidly scribing in his hand, and without looking at the spell that had already been drawn beside him, he put it all into the ring.