Chapter 436 Silver Talisman
But with just this slight delay, the Jinghong formed by the Jinhua Ancestor had already reached a distance of more than 200 feet. Such speed was quite astonishing for an early Nascent Soul monk.
Even an ordinary middle-stage Nascent Soul monk would find it difficult to do this.
Ancestor Jinhua really has some real abilities.
However, when Yang Qian saw this scene, there was a trace of sarcasm on his face, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and with a slight flap of the Wind and Thunder Wings behind him, the person turned into a silver arc and disappeared on the spot.
Although the Jinhua Ancestor was already a hundred feet away at this time, every time Yang Qian flashed, he came closer to the bald head by more than twenty feet in an instant. After only six or seven times, he appeared ghostly on the bald head. The place above the big man.
A sneer appeared on Yang Gan's face, and he raised one hand without saying a word. Tian Luo's true power was fully activated, and a large purple flame shot out from his hand, turning into a big purple flame hand and grabbing it fiercely downwards.
Before he was captured, the majestic pressure of this one of the three Confucian magic arts in Luan Xinghai made the bald man look up in shock, his eyes widening.
"Ah——"
The Jinhua Ancestor below never expected that Yang Qian could easily use the teleportation technique one after another and catch up with him so quickly.
He suddenly exclaimed in shock, and finally looked frightened when he saw the big purple hand grabbing it.
But in desperation, the Jinhua Ancestor could only open his mouth, spit out a golden flying knife and slash at the big hand, and hurriedly made a spell to avoid the blow.
But how can he defeat the power of Tianluo's true skill, let alone Yang Qian, who has now cultivated Tianluo's true skill to a great extent. Even if Wan Tianming is resurrected and has a Confucian magical skill, he is still far behind.
I saw the golden flying knife slashing into the big hand, and with just a flash of purple light, a layer of purple flame condensed on the surface of the flying knife, and then it fell out of control.
In the big man's expressionless gaze, the five fingers of the big purple hand looked like a giant cattail leaf fan, grabbing the big man's newly ejected body in his hand.
There was a strange color in Yang Qian's eyes, and he suddenly activated the refined Shura Holy Fire. The purple firebird jumped out from the palm of his hand, and blended inconspicuously into the purple hand transformed by Tianluo Zhengong.
The terrifying cold air dispersed.
"Ahhhh!"
The bald man couldn't help but open his mouth and roar, and let out several screams, while the purple flames in his big hands rose several feet in height.
The cold air shot out, and the temperature of the surrounding space dropped suddenly.
In the blink of an eye, the Golden Flower Patriarch turned into a human-shaped purple ice sculpture.
Seeing this situation, Yang Qian in the air pressed the magic weapon without hesitation, and his big hand suddenly squeezed hard with five fingers.
With a crisp sound of "pop", the entire ice sculpture shattered inch by inch.
The golden light flashed in the ice chips, and Nascent Soul, a bald man, wanted to take the opportunity to teleport away.
But Yang Qian was already prepared. With a thought, his big hand turned into fierce purple fire, trapping the bald man's Nascent Soul in it.
The Nascent Soul only supported it for a moment, and then disappeared into nothing with a few wild flashes.
Yang Qian then flicked his sleeves, and the purple flames in the sky turned into a firebird and flew back, but it disappeared into his sleeves in a flash.
He smiled slightly, glanced down, and raised his hand to grab the void below.
Suddenly, the big man's storage bag floating in the air caught his hand.
He stuffed the storage bag into his sleeves and looked up in other directions. I saw that except for the cloud of gold-eating insects that were chasing the five monks at the stage of forming pills, they had long since disappeared. It seemed that they had been chased for a very long distance.
Yang Qian was not in a hurry. He collected the soul-crying beast that had already returned to its mini form, sat down cross-legged in the air, slowly released his spiritual thoughts in all directions, and his figure became motionless in the air.
The area became quiet at this moment, with almost no sound except for the slight sea breeze.
After just one stick of incense, the cloud of gold- and silver-colored gold-eating insects buzzed back.
After waiting for a short while, the gold-eating insects chasing the five monks in the pill formation stage also shot back from five other directions. However, these five gold-eating insects seemed to be slightly damaged, and there were thousands more. There were faint sword marks left, and some were even missing their forelimbs, hind limbs, and wings, as if they had experienced a great battle.
However, these gold-eating bugs are born with strong vitality and have the talent to regenerate broken limbs. These minor injuries can be fully recovered after a period of time.
With a low shout in his mouth, Yang Qian shot a spell in the air, and the two-color gold-eating insect clouds in the sky flashed with brilliance. They suddenly gathered together and flew towards the spirit beast bag that Yang Qian had raised. In the blink of an eye, they were gone. All gone.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Qian stood up and turned into a dazzling purple rainbow, which shot up. After a few flashes, he disappeared at the end of the horizon amidst the sound of breaking through the air.
Yang Qian was in the escaping light, absently playing with a golden talisman in his hand, with a faint smile on his face.
This talisman not only allows people to move instantly, but also transforms into golden flowers and spiritual bees. Its power is quite acceptable.
Yang Qian could basically recognize the patterns drawn on it, and they were all very common runes.
The only difference is that there are several silver ancient characters drawn on the four corners and in the middle of the talisman.
This kind of silver ancient text is mysterious and unusual. It seems to be composed of silver tadpoles arranged in an array. At a glance, people can actually feel a strong wild atmosphere from it.
In addition, there are many bean-sized golden light spots on the surface of the talisman. These light spots seem to be alive, wandering erratically on the talisman, looming, and looking extremely mysterious.
"Hehe, the silver tadpole article, if I hadn't gotten it, no one in the entire human world would be able to recognize this article." Yang Gan suddenly smiled and murmured to himself.
This kind of silver script is the real fairy script used in the Jinque Jade Book. Even in the spirit world, few people can understand it.
Whether it is gold seal script or silver seal script, they are collectively called "true spiritual script".
Speaking of which, before entering the Xutian Palace, Yang Qian knew the existence of gold seal script and silver scorpion script, but he did not understand this kind of immortal script until he got the ice in the Xiaotianding Palace of the Xutian Palace. Part of the inheritance of Po Fairy was found in the jade slips, and the annotation of this article was found, and then I had some understanding.
With this thought in his mind, Yang Qian turned his hand and put away the talisman. Then a purple light flashed in his palm, and another object appeared.
But it was a half-foot-large yellow wooden box with a prohibition talisman attached to the surface.
This thing is naturally the real treasure of the Golden Flower Ancestor.
Looking at the yellow wooden box, Yang Qian's breathing became a little heavier.
Without any further hesitation, Yang Qianhu raised his hand, tore off the talisman, and then patted the lid of the wooden box.
Suddenly the wooden box slowly opened, revealing something.
It was actually a milky white jade plaque the size of a fist.
Silver runes are looming on it, and there are silver runes all over it.
(End of chapter)