In the dark room, Ye Fan moved the desk under the window, facing the moon outside the window, through the moonlight that sprinkled in, he could see that there was a brand-new small copper stove on the desk, with three incense sticks inserted on it, and the smoke lingered, and there was a yellow paper in front of the copper stove, next to cinnabar and brushes.

It looks similar, but it's all Taobao goods.

Ye Fan's expression was serious, his face was upright, he stood in front of the table with his eyes closed, the vitality in his body was running, when the moon shone on her, she suddenly moved, stepped on the five elements of the eight trigrams, her hands danced in front of her chest, and her mouth silently recited the incantation, with her movements, a very peculiar aura was formed around her, that is the pure yang gang qi that the Taoists said, in the darkness like the rising sun in the morning, scorching and shining.

Zhao Dajun's spirit body couldn't stand this qi, and had already shrunk to the corner, if he wasn't Ye Fan's target, I was afraid that he would not be able to stand it, and at least the spirit would be damaged, and at worst, the soul would be scattered.

Ye Fan's movements stopped suddenly, his closed eyes opened, and his dark pupils were like mysterious black holes, spinning with mysterious golden light patterns, and under the moonlight, they seemed to rotate and turn into Tai Chi gossip.

The pen is dipped in cinnabar, Ye Fan's left hand is on his right wrist, and his right hand is holding the brush, and the vitality is in the brush, but how can the ordinary material of the pen can withstand the vitality, only a subtle crackling sound can be heard, and the pen shaft is cracked out of the slightest slit.

Ignoring the fine beads of sweat that had oozed from his forehead, Ye Fanning chanted in his mouth: "One point of the sky is clear, two points of the earth is clear, three points of the saints show the gods, the book is a spiritual talisman, the light is shining, the great power is revealed, and the urgency is as high as the law of infinite truth!"

The sound fell, and without hesitation, he put down the pen on the yellow paper, and the pen fell into a pattern.

In Zhao Dajun's eyes, he could see that with her pen, the yellow paper exuded a white brilliance, like the moonlight in the sky. In the brilliance, the golden and red lines were like crisscrossing and crisscrossing lines, which brought him a terrifying coercion of palpitations.

Seeing such a magical scene for the first time, Zhao Dajun, who had already become a spirit body, was dumbfounded, and he was a little more in awe of Ye Fan.

"It's now, Zhao Dajun. Ye Fan suddenly shouted, her pale face and mental power were distorted and hideous, her gesture of drawing talismans stopped, and the brush in her hand had broken and scratched her fingers, in order to prevent blood from dripping and damaging the talisman paper, she had to wrap it with vitality, making her hands seem to be covered with blood.

Zhao Dajun had already been instructed that if he wanted to complete the 'Searching for People Talisman', he needed to inject his soul essence when the talisman was formed, it was like the blood of human beings, where the essence of the body was.

Regardless of whether he can become a talisman in the end, the soul essence he lost will be permanently lost, which will cause irreversible damage to his spirit body, and he will be reincarnated in the next life, and it is very likely that he will either be born weak and sick and easy to die, or he will be born stupid and unsound.

However, Zhao Dajun knew the consequences, but he did not hesitate at all, and as soon as Ye Fan gave the order, he raised his hand and inserted it into his chest.

"Ah......h

Ye Fan stepped on his left foot, mobilized all the remaining vitality in his body, and manipulated the green blood beads into the yellow paper with his mind.

"Done. With Ye Fan's loud shout, the brush in his hand was finally overwhelmed and completely shattered, Ye Fan was shocked and took two steps back, spurting out a large mouthful of blood.

"Your Excellency, Messenger. Zhao Dajun stepped forward anxiously, but he didn't dare to take a step closer because he was afraid of the pure yang qi that had not dispersed on her body at this time.