Chapter 100: Branded Dao Pattern, Puppet Immortal!
“Is there really a problem?”
Inside the spirit house, the view from Fengzhan No. 1 and Fengzhan No. 3.
Su Qing witnessed the whole process of Ding Ping's fall.
He died extremely violently, not to mention being frozen into ice cubes.
Yuan Hua actually didn't even let go of his body. Holding his frozen and hard body, his body seemed to be liquefied, slowly seeping into Ding Ping's body.
After he finished digesting it, he raised his eyes again, picked up the flute on the ground, and actually resumed the sound of the flute!
"Demon cultivator? No, the Qi-refining demon cultivator doesn't have such ability, and the foundation-building demon cultivator doesn't bother to use such tricks.
If it's not a demon cultivator, then it is evil?"
Su Qingsi said, practicing various arts and serious Taoism, there is no such means as Yuan Hua.
Combined with Huo Dan's attitude towards him today, he temporarily judged him as an evil spirit in his mind.
"How can we get rid of this evil thing in the team? I have to go talk to the Qinghe Ma Tuan tomorrow."
The evil ability will be weakened during the day in the blue sky. , it was a good time to kill it in one fell swoop. Su Qing didn't want this evil spirit to stay mixed in the team.
Release the black babies and let them seize the time to practice.
Just when he was about to take out the Daotian Talisman Wall that could detect fakes at a glance, he began to wonder if he could gain proficiency in the true Dao pattern.
Fengzhan No. 1 and No. 3 had visions again.
Unexpectedly, Ma Tuan stepped out of the shadows with a long knife across his waist.
Coming out with him were Qing He who was carrying a sword puppet, and dozens of war cultivators.
"Fellow Daoist Leng, why don't you come out and explain?"
Ma Tuan looked at Ding Ping who was still playing the flute and snorted coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Leng Fengxiang walking out with a confused look on his face.
“Fellow Daoist Ma, fellow Daoist Qing, who are you?”
“Fellow Daoist Yuan was brought here by fellow Daoist Leng, right?”
Qing He stood beside the sword man Behind the puppet, Leng Fengxiang has been staring at him since he came out. It seems that if he makes a slight riot, the sword puppet's flaming sword will strike down from the air.
"Fellow Daoist Yuan? It was indeed Xiaodao who brought him into the team. He met Xiaodao the day before yesterday. Xiaodao wanted him to help us, so he invited him.
Why, is it possible that Baibao Pavilion does not allow us to invite fellow travelers?
Huh? Where is Fellow Daoist Yuan? "
Leng Fengxiang looked shocked. He looked around, but did not find Yuan Hua, so he asked quickly.
"That's it! ”
Ma Tuan pointed at Ding Ping who was still playing music.
Leng Fengxiang was stunned when he heard the words. Isn't that fellow Taoist Ding Ping? Before he could say anything, Ma Tuan twisted his body and drew his sword out of its sheath.
The blade of the blade was pitch black, and the sword light shot out several feet and fell on Ding Ping.
That Ding Ping didn't even dodge. His body was split in half, and his four middle-parted lips were still pretending to be playing the flute.
At the same time, Qing He and others also poured out their Taoist combat skills crazily onto the corpse of Ding Ping.
He only gave up after blasting a pit several feet deep where he was.
When the aftermath of the Taoist spell dissipated, there was nothing else in the deep pit except a pool of black water and a strange pattern.
At this time, Leng Fengxiang no longer pretended to ask people why they wanted to kill Ding Ping.
There is black water in the pit, and the black water has evil patterns.
Any experienced casual cultivator will understand that Ding Ping just now was transformed by evil spirits.
“Fellow Daoist Leng, the ugly words are ahead. Before we arrive at Black Tiger Mountain, I don’t want any more trouble in the team. I would like to ask fellow Daoist to calm down!”
Ma Tuan narrowed his eyes, the vicious aura escaping from Ma Zi's face, and he looked at Leng Fengxiang, whose face was like a green ghost, and he couldn't tell which of the two was more evil, or whether they were both. ?
After saying this, Ma Tuan turned around and left with a group of warrior cultivators.
During this process, Qing He didn't say a word, but looked at the green runes on Leng Fengxiang's body with disgust. Su Qing watched the entire process with Fengzhan No. 1 and No. 3.
He turned around and took advantage of the cover of the hazy night to summon Fengzhan No. 1 and No. 2, and asked them to fly back to the Sky Peng ship with a stack of exorcism charms.
He was relieved when he saw the wood spirit servants installing exorcism talismans on the front and back of the blast cannon's muzzle.
"Both Ma Tuan and Qing He know that Leng Fengxiang has a problem?
Is Yuan Hua the evil spirit himself, or is it created by Leng Fengxiang?
Spirit Pattern Master So terrifying, can even evil spirits be driven away?
Then why was he exposed on the first night, and the flute musician Ding Ping was killed first? ”
With too little information and a timid mind, he was now filled with questions but unable to get to the bottom of it.
He didn’t know what kind of weird thing Leng Fengxiang was.
I don’t know why Ma Tuan Qinghe and others knew that something was wrong with him, so they only warned him but did not actually take action against him.
But he knew that if evil spirits were present, it was always a good idea to prepare more evil-expelling talismans and evil-suppressing talismans.
“It’s a pity that there is no talisman maker in the team, otherwise I would have to buy another seven or eight evil talismans tomorrow without saying a word!”
After soaking in the bathtub, he easily absorbed the medicine, which was 30% more powerful than the original dosage.
After starting internal refining, although the refinement furnace has not yet been completed, the physical fitness has been significantly improved.
After absorbing the Qi of the Golden Essence, Qi and blood surged, and the whole body became much harder. With a light touch of the Black Iron Essence, a subtle sound of gold and iron clashing could be heard.
After taking a comfortable bath, under the service of the wood spirit servants, he put on Yunfeng's robe, sat at the table, and took out the false wall that he had not penetrated so far.
The runes engraved on the fake wall have been copied by countless people. They are far from the copy made by Yuanying Daxiu, and they are even more different from the real Dao patterns.
After he sold the false wall, he tried it on the wood spirit servants and other puppets respectively. He did not cause any damage to the wood spirit servants, nor did he develop any proficiency.
This made him have no interest in it at all, so he put it directly at the foot of the table to cushion the table.
It was now that there were no puppets to refine, and there was no need to practice on his own, so the long night was actually a bit boring, so he took out the false wall again and looked at it.
Dao patterns are different from evil patterns.
Tao pattern is chance, good fortune, divine power, and the ladder to heaven.
Evil lines are a scourge, a calamity, a haunting of evil spirits, and a way to seek death.
I just saw the evil marks left by Ding Ping or Yuan Hua when they were annihilated.
Su Qing looked at this pattern again. Even though it had been copied clumsily countless times, it still seemed to be flowing with endless mystery.
“My attainments in Talisman Dao need to be used when refining puppets, and then there will be a proficiency prompt, and I have changed several types of puppets to brand this talisman, but there is no response.
The reason is that the imitated Tao pattern has long lost its spiritual charm and cannot be effective
Or is it that the puppet I chose is not suitable for this Dao pattern and cannot bear this Dao pattern, so the panel has not judged the proficiency? ”
Su Qing thought silently, he has a strong desire to master a Taoist pattern.
Not just him, but the billions of monks in the Tianyuan world all have a great desire for the ancient Taoist patterns. .
The runes in this world are the foundation of all kinds of arts and the basis for the existence of array masters, weapon refiners, and alchemists. Runes can be used to act on foreign objects, giving them all kinds of incredible abilities. Used.
But the ancient Taoist scriptures can not only act on external objects.
"It can even allow monks to draw talismans in the void, and use the talismans to attack and suppress opponents. It can also act on the monks themselves, allowing them to master various magical powers and infinite means!" I traced the fake wall Taoist talisman!
“I’m really stunned. Even if the True Dao pattern can act on the body of a monk, I can’t improve my proficiency even if I use it like this.
It’s impossible to treat myself as a puppet. Let’s practice!”
The runes in the palm of my hand are warm with a hint of coolness.
He used the most basic talisman water, which only contained spiritual power and was not mixed with other materials.
But when he shook his head and became speechless, he suddenly felt a sharp pain like a burning iron covering his body.
[Failed to refine the Puppet Immortal, current proficiency: 300/32764532······]
(End of this chapter)