When Li Muyou woke up and turned around, it was already noon.

He rubbed his swollen head, opened the window, and took a deep breath.

Observing the sigils and drawing talismans all night long consumed his tremendous energy, and even if his cultivation was a little successful, he couldn't withstand such a long period of concentration.

The path of Fu Gong was so difficult, but it did not hit Li Mu's enthusiasm.

After observing and drawing all night last night, he always felt that something was wrong, and he was always almost able to finish drawing the Xuanhuo Talisman.

Every time he was about to complete the sigil, he always felt that his consciousness would blur, as if some unknown will was interfering with him, preventing him from completing the sigil.

That feeling is very peculiar, after drawing a few times last night, Li Mu clearly felt the existence of this interference.

At first, Li Mu thought that this distraction was just an illusion caused by his own inattention, so he didn't care. It wasn't until he failed again and again that he clearly realized that the existence of this interference was indeed an external factor, not his own cause.

Li Mu was known as a prodigy when he was a student in the past, and he has been familiar with hundreds of classics for many years. Some examiners in the imperial examination even require candidates to memorize the books of a hundred schools, which is a purely memorized examination question, which has always been Li Mu's strength. His memory was so accurate that he could even clearly recall every scene when he picked up the Yuan Spirit Bead when he was five years old. Therefore, the combination of memory sigils, the number, the size, the strength of the circle, the thickness and other details, for him, is just a matter of looking at it several times.

In fact, after observing for half an hour last night, he had already mastered all the details of the Xuanhuo Rune Seal. It's just that for some reason, there are always surprises when you draw with your pen. He also drilled the tip of the bull's horn last night, and did not think carefully, but only kept drawing, but he exhausted himself and fell asleep.

After adjusting his breathing, he sat down at the table again, thinking carefully about the key to drawing the rune paper.

Li Mu remembered that Jin Chongji had told him that the way of the talisman, the more pure the spiritual root, the easier it was to create powerful talisman paper. He also told him that his spiritual root was too complicated, so after drawing the rune paper, the level of infusing the spiritual energy was handed over to Jin Chongji to do.

Li Mu noticed a detail here: Jin Chong and the rune paper production mentioned seemed to be completed in two steps, one was to draw the rune paper, and the other was to infuse Yuan Li.

Li Mu suddenly thought, can he pour Yuan Li into the rune pen in the process of drawing the rune paper, and directly complete the complete rune paper drawing?

If you can use the Yuan Force directly, what about the aura that is the source of the Yuan Power?

Is it possible to use the aura infused on the rune pen to draw the rune paper - Li Mu has never lacked execution, thinking of this, he immediately took out a spirit stone, and prepared to absorb the aura inside it to verify his conjecture.

Just looking at the few spirit stones in his pocket, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Li Mu took out a piece of the wood spirit stone that he had used before, and operated his mind method to absorb the spiritual energy in it.

An hour later, Li Mu carefully guided out the aura he had absorbed and carefully attached it to the talisman.

The tip of the talisman pen was infused by Li Mu's aura, and it glowed with green slightly, and Li Mu tapped it in the cinnabar ink cylinder, and then sketched it according to the appearance of the rune in his memory.

Li Mu's control of the aura was not very fine, so the aura he poured into the talisman was only a thin layer.

Under his hand, the talisman gradually outlined the outline of most of the Xuanhuo talisman. Some of the aura of the tip of the pen escaped into the air, and some gradually injected the sigil along the stroke under his best guidance.

Half an hour later, Li Mu's face was covered with beads of sweat, and the sigil under his hand gradually took shape, and only a few strokes were needed to complete this Xuanhuo talisman.

Suddenly, he felt the presence of that distracting force again.

It's a very peculiar feeling, for example, if you take chopsticks and put them into the water, the human eye will feel that the chopsticks are bent in the water. But in fact, the chopsticks are still the same pair of chopsticks, but because they enter the water, the phenomenon of refraction occurs, causing people to look at it and show a curved appearance.

At this time, Li Mu felt that there was a layer of "water curtain" between his eyes and the rune paper. An invisible curtain of water. He could clearly see the strokes he had drawn, and he felt that the sigils he had drawn were correct. But in fact, on the other side of the "water curtain", the things he paints are already a little different. The difference may be small, insignificant, but it's enough to ruin the harmony of the whole rune paper.

At this moment, Li Mu closed his eyes.

Since that power interfered with his vision, he simply did not look at what he was drawing. Anyway, after more than a year of cultivation, his hands were extremely stable. It is not difficult to be able to sketch out what you want according to your own wishes.

But it's not that simple.

The strange force seemed to know that he had closed his eyes and could not interfere with him by interfering with his vision, so it wanted to interfere with his consciousness directly.

Li Mu only felt a slight pain in the alarm clock, as if he had been pricked by a needle, but he had already prepared, but the hand holding the pen did not move at all, and was not disturbed by this sudden stinging pain at all.

In his pen, the sigil of the Xuanhuo talisman can be outlined with only one last stroke.

Just as Li Mu was lifting the pen and preparing to complete the last stroke of the sigil, a pitch-black long sword suddenly appeared in his mind.

Through his own consciousness, he could clearly "see" that the long sword suddenly appeared next to Jin Chong and the Xuanhuo rune he had drawn, as if it had been born out of thin air. This sword is dark all over, and there is a faint black aura around the body, Li Mu condensed and "looked" carefully, but suddenly found that this piece appeared in a blur, and it appeared on the rune that Jin Chong and the drawing were on. It seemed that in the next moment, the sword would be slashed down.

The reason why Jin Chong and the sigil he drew could exist in Li Mu's consciousness and be clearly "seen" by him was because Jin Chong used spells to "imprint" it into Li Mu's consciousness. If it was destroyed by this sword, Li Mu's memory of this sigil would disappear directly, and there would be no memory of how this sigil was drawn in his mind. Therefore, seeing that this sword wanted to cut off his memory, Li Mu naturally would not let it go.

He suddenly remembered the pain of his consciousness being torn apart in that dream. The feeling of despair and helplessness in the heavens, uncontrollable, made him feel incomparably frightened and disgusted.

However, it was his own consciousness that was raised above the heavens, and it seemed to be on par with the heavens. Even if he couldn't help himself, the feeling of being high above and ignoring everything was deeply engraved in his mind.

What is this black sword that suddenly appeared in front of him, daring to try to cut his memory?

In the depths of Li Mu's subconscious, a violent emotion suddenly arose, as if the majesty of a monarch had been offended by a commoner. In his consciousness, a huge thunderous sound suddenly sounded!

And at this moment, looking at the outside world, with the thought of the thunder, I saw that Li Mu's expression became extremely indifferent, and between his expressions, there was a kind of contempt that looked down on all beings.

Li Mu's sea of knowledge is like an endless dark world, at this moment, above the heavens, a huge thunder sounded at the same time, accompanied by bursts of blue light, endlessly.

And the pitch-black sword shadow hung in the air, maintaining the tendency to cut it down.

There was a loud "boom", and a blue light suddenly fell, enveloping the sword shadow in it.

Li Mu could feel that the sword shadow was struggling violently, as if it was unwilling to be assimilated and devoured by this blue light. Then, about a cup of tea later, he seemed to "hear" an unwilling roar, and in mid-air, the blue light wrapped in the sword shadow slowly dissipated, and the previously powerful long sword had disappeared.

His sea of consciousness gradually calmed down, and it returned to a cold and dark state.

In Li Mu's perception, Jin Chong and the sigils he painted still emitted a faint golden light, existing in his sea of consciousness.

Outside, Li Mu's expression also softened, the previous indifference dissipated, and he became the indifferent young man again.

Above the high heavens in Li Mu's consciousness, in the midst of darkness, a trace of extremely small and faint light suddenly appeared. The light was very weak, and compared to the golden sigils on the ground, it was like a firefly compared to the bright moon. In addition, Li Mu was still immersed in Fang Cai's shock, so he didn't notice the appearance of this point of light at all.

After the sword shadow disappeared, he walked out of the furious mood that Fang had just had. And the memory of the sword shadow disappeared from his mind for some reason.

By the time his eyelids moved slightly and he regained consciousness, he seemed to have completely forgotten what had just happened.

His memory stopped at the slight momentary tingling in his mind when he closed his eyes.

Li Mu opened his eyes a little inexplicably, looking at the rune mark on the rune paper. He could feel with great certainty that the force that had interfered with his drawing of the sigil had completely disappeared.

What you see is real.

He hung his pen again, and his hands steadily added the final touch to the sigil.

The golden light flashed in front of his eyes, and the rune paper on the table emitted a faint heat, and this time he finally succeeded in drawing.

And this rune paper was integrated into his aura, although this aura is extremely small, but in fact, the Xuanhuo talisman lying on the table can already be said to be a completed rune paper.

Li Mu put the doubt of losing his memory behind him, picked up the rune paper on the table, felt the faint power and heat emanating from it, and felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

After playing with it for a while, he took out the spirit stone he had just used and put it on his chest, ready to summon Jin Chongji.