Pindao should be robbed

Chapter 33 Chapter 33

In the blink of an eye and half a month later, the Nanshan Grottoes were in chaos.

Liu Qiao sat cross-legged on the head, playing with a banner in his hand, his face was full of joy.

This banner is about three feet long, with three mountain forks on the top, a pitch-black cloth surface of more than two feet, and six long red tassels hanging from the tail, which sway without wind.

Thumb thick jade pole with coiled dragon attached to phoenix, Yin seal script in heavenly script, three strings of golden skulls painted on the streamer, the width of hanging fingers on both sides, two-foot thin sword belt, each with a cinnabar deficit on the left with a book of soul-absorbing charms, On the right is the book secret spell.

I just rubbed it in my hand, but before applying any magic power, the charm on the streamer shone brightly, as if it was about to fly out.

Chang Long, who was standing next to him, stared at the banner and asked, "Is this the ghost banner, but it's not finished yet?"

But half a month ago, the two masters and apprentices refined the five jade bones required for the magic weapon, and completed the last step of the blank.

Afterwards, Liu Qiao retreated alone, drawing talismans for ritual objects, engraving forbidden methods, etc., until today he barely practiced a prohibition to leave the customs.

That is to say, the first level of restriction is the simplest. As for the subsequent restrictions, it is all a matter of time and effort. It takes at least a year and a half, and at most tens of hundreds of years to sacrifice a layer of restriction.

Liu Qiao twirled his beard and said with a smile: "I will go out immediately, and things will happen naturally. Now that this thing is refined, my master and apprentice will really have the power to protect ourselves and attack..."

"I don't know what kind of magic?"

"Hahaha..." Liu Qiao chuckled and sang:
Tens of thousands of bones are collected to become rare in the world, and the mysterious and ghostly souls are strange in the universe.

The five escapes meet the body's incompleteness, and the three eliminations meet the seven-orifice fan.

There are so many wonderful arts in paganism, and this treasure is the first among them.

Chang Long was stunned when he heard it, and said in a daze: "It's really so powerful... Then don't our master and apprentice go sideways from now on?"

"Uh...cough cough..."

Liu Qiao coughed in embarrassment when he heard the words, blushed slightly and said, "That was the state of this treasure when it was completed, and it is only now under a heavy restriction. Let's be more cautious and humble."

This is actually talking about the state of the Ghost Bone Banner after it is actually refined. It is necessary to use the best blanks to prohibit the completion of the sacrificial refining, so the number one magic weapon of the sect may be worthy of the name.

Today, the first level of prohibition is still refined with the most inferior materials, and the growth potential is not high. Liu Qiao really doesn't know how powerful the magic weapon is, but it is not as good as the original one or two.

Chang Long rolled his eyes and said: "Master is used to playing some riddles, but I can't understand them, what kind of Taoism is there, just try it."

"It's good to try, but this banner is good at catching people and things, and closing the seven orifices of the gods. At this time, who else is going to try the method except myself?"

Chang Long waved his hands carelessly and said: "I'm not also a qi refiner, master can use it on me anyway, let's see how this technique is."

"Are you really going to try yourself?"

"Despite the experiment, doesn't Master have a spell-breaking talisman anyway?"

"But... this treasure has just been practiced, so what should I do if I don't operate well and hurt you?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I have rough skin and thick flesh." After Chang Long said, he put on his armor and raised his spear.

Liu Qiao was also curious about how this treasure is, but he was afraid of making a fool of himself if he handled it improperly, so he hesitated and said, "Okay then..."

The master and the apprentice walked out of the cave, found an open space, and stood about ten feet apart from each other. Liu Qiao held the banner and waved: "You come to fight first..."

"ah…"

Chang Long was not polite either, he shouted loudly and stabbed with his spear.

Liu Qiao made a decision, opened the banner and waved it, and a green air of "Hulapu" flew out windingly.

Chang Long took a few feet at a time, and flew up, his steps were light and brisk, but the green energy seemed to be slow but fast, but it came after the first, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a green rope stretching for several feet.

"Uh…"

Before Chang Long could react, he was enveloped in green energy, and only had time to let out a muffled groan before falling from the air with a "plop" and falling heavily to the ground.

Liu Qiao hurriedly ran forward, but saw Chang Long lying on the ground with his head tilted, his eyes closed, his teeth clenched, his whole body trembling and fainting, as if he was having a nightmare.

"Wake up... hey..." Liu Qiao kicked him, but there was no reaction.

Holding the banner in his hand, he recited a mantra and waved it towards him, a strand of black smoke flew back into the banner from Changlong's mouth, nose and seven orifices, but the spell was broken.

"Ah... what a dream..." After a while, Chang Long suddenly sat up with a look of fear on his face.

Liu Qiao helped him up, and asked, "Are you okay? Did you feel that way just now?"

"I'm fine..." Chang Long shook his head and said, "It's like being fascinated by a dream, vaguely aware of the outside world, but can't move at all, I'm so anxious to death..."

Liu Qiao said: "You are the black evil spirit of Zhongyouhun Banner, you are good at fascinating the seven orifices of gods."

"This kind of left-handed technique often acts on the soul of the primordial spirit, and it is really unstoppable when it is activated suddenly..." Chang Long was amazed.

"It's a pity that we can only practice this one Taoism at present, and the other two are either lacking in materials or still confused." Liu Qiao sighed.

But this Ghost White Bone Banner currently has only one layer of restraint. It is made by taking green corpses. It can emit green energy, sweep people and grab things. Anyone caught in it, whether human or immortal, faints and falls to the ground, with its seven orifices fascinated.

There are two other restrictions, but they cannot be sacrificed at present.

The second type is called Youshen King Kong, which requires a large number of corpses of ancient aliens as materials, refining them into banners, and then refining them according to the talisman method to create a restraint.

This prohibition is practiced, and it can hold a white bone skeleton, with fangs and claws, infinite strength, and it is not afraid of water, fire, knives and guns.

But at present, there is no bone of this alien, so we can only give up. Using mortal bones, it is difficult to refine the characteristics of indestructibility, infinite strength, and invulnerability to water and fire.

The third kind of restriction is called the Seven Saints of Lost Heaven, and it is necessary to set up an altar to restrain the invisible demons and seal them into the banners.

Among them, the seven sages who confuse the sky are the most mysterious and unpredictable. The demons are formless and have no form. As long as they are sentient beings in the three realms, they can confuse them. Moreover, the seven sages work together to create a legal realm. control.

It's just that Liu Qiao hasn't researched this restriction thoroughly, and it's a little foggy.

Moreover, with his current magic power and Taoism, he dare not rashly set up an altar to lure the heavenly demon to the lower realm, for fear that if he fails to restrain the heavenly demon, he will be killed by the heavenly demon instead.

So they had no choice but to let go, and only concentrate on cultivating the restraint of the green evil spirit.

Although he said it was a pity, he was very satisfied in his heart. Even though the magic weapon was simple and shallow, there was only one level of restraint, and its power was very limited.

But after all, they have some means of attacking, so they don't go out to fight with gods and qi refiners, they all rely on martial arts and toughness.

With the magic weapon, there is also a sense of security for the immortal killing, although according to the memory of the previous life, Yuanshi Tianzun bought insurance for his disciples and grandchildren who participated in the battle.

Basically, as long as it is a disciple of Chanjiao, or a person related to Chanjiao dies, there will be a god.

Liu Qiao himself was not afraid of dying and becoming a god, but he was afraid that he would not perform well and die too early. If he was given a hot chicken god in the future, he would not miss the great opportunity of becoming a god.

In the past few years of time travel, Liu Qiao has been tossing and turning for many times, and he often speculates about the whole story of conferring gods based on the information he has so far.

Although the status is low, it is not known whether it is the conspiracy theory of the three religions, or the transfer of luck, the lack of people in the Tiangong, or a combination of both.

But according to what Jiang Shang said, one thing can be known, that is, the biggest change of forces in the Three Realms is coming.

Not only the new and old dynasties in the mortal world have changed, but also the number of fortunes has migrated, and the priesthood in the Tiangong has also changed. The gods were dissatisfied with their status and turned to the lower realm one after another.

They are either mortals, or frontier generals, or princes, or to explain the teachings, or to cut off the teachings. They no longer judge seniority based on their seniority or how long they have attained the Tao, but rely entirely on their virtues, achievements, and supernatural powers. .

In this catastrophe, the ancient gods and demons in the lower realm may be unlucky. They are just ordinary people, like Bian Ji, who have no channeling skills. They will return to the real world again in the future, and only a humble god will be named.

There are also countless mortal heroes who, taking advantage of the current situation, have risen to become more sacred than Zhuanjie, replacing their star gods, so that the original sacredness has gradually become ignorant and reduced to mortal worthless. It can be said that everything has been reshuffled.

Such a period can be said to be both a calamity for gods and a chance for mortals.

Just like the decline of the Han Dynasty and the split of the Jin Dynasty, the ancient and conservative aristocratic family, the nine-rank middle school is completely collapsed, the nobles and masters are no longer nobles forever, and the grassroots at the bottom can also take the opportunity to counterattack.

It's just that someone who has soldiers is a king, and someone who has mana and supernatural powers is just a great god, the reason is still the same.

(End of this chapter)