I have a long pupil

Chapter 85

The dried talisman papers were removed one by one.

As an important material for the technique, there are many methods mentioned in Fang Xiangzong's inheritance, which can be divided into material selection and formation.

The selection of materials is very important, from spiritual wood, bamboo pulp to animal skin, the higher the grade, the stronger the spells it carries.

The talismans are also very particular. Some need to be dried in the shade, some need to be exposed to the hot sun, and some need to be enshrined in front of the statue all the year round.

Zhang Biao's use is naturally the simplest.

Take good thick rice paper, mix bone demon bone powder with aged incense ash, mix it with water, soak it in the spirit world, and then dry it in the shade.

These talisman papers were made a few days ago.

The leftovers obtained from the tunnel have also been dried with low heat, ground into powder, mixed with cinnabar, and a little soul-eating mushroom powder is added to increase the power.

The ink made is like black blood.

Zhang Biao had already practiced many times. He picked up his brush and swiped his hair, and circulated his true energy.

white blood talisman,
Under the candlelight, it is extremely strange.

He suppressed his excitement, picked up the paper talisman, circulated his true energy and chanted the ghost spell.

puff~
The paper talisman ignited spontaneously without wind, bursting into black mist.

Zhang Biao's whole body was shrouded in black mist and disappeared quickly. There was only a faint shadow on the ground, melting into the darkness.

Soon, the black mist outside the courtyard spread, and his figure appeared.

Trick: Shadow Escape!
Finally learned all the four techniques in Nuo Mian Jiangliang.

Zhang Biao was excited and shook his head slightly.

Shadow Dungeon is very powerful, it can be used even during the day, and it can even disappear at night.

But it also has limitations.

After the operation, you need to consume true energy to maintain it. With your current cultivation base, you can only support half a stick of incense with all your strength.

If you want to fight and cast other spells at the same time, the duration of persistence is shorter.

This is the characteristic of a monk in the Qi refining period.

All methods of rapidly increasing Taoism have a price. Seeing that the monk's house has lost his eyes, and the left guardian of the killing sect has turned into a bloodthirsty monster, he must beware of erysipelas.

In the current situation, they are already masters.

This determines that every time you cast a spell, you must be precise, pay attention to efficiency, and kill with one hit.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao returned to the house.

Even though he has practiced proficiently, he still failed a few times, exhausted the materials, and got a total of twelve Shadow Escape Talismans.

After finishing these, Zhang Biao took out the skull of the bone demon, carved the formation, depicted it with cinnabar incense ash, and inlaid the finished copper ornaments.

The production of basic magic tools is so simple and unpretentious. There may be better techniques, but he has not seen it in the inheritance.

After half an hour, the magic weapon finally took shape.

This Minghuo gourd was originally going to be a high-grade gourd, but he made it with a better bone demon skeleton, which is more powerful, so it was renamed Minghuo skeleton.

The last step is to mix the dark fire powder with the soul-eating mushroom powder to fill the bone cavity.

Running the eyes of spiritual vision, information flooded in:
Underworld Fire Skull (Yellow Level [-])
1. According to Fang Xiangzong's Minghuo gourd refining method, a magic weapon made of the skull of a white bone demon, engraved with Yinyao symbols and Lihuo patterns.

2. The dark fire burns the ghost, and all thoughts are empty.Hold this treasure, guided by spiritual thoughts, driven by true energy, and can use tricks: dark fire.

3. Add soul-eating mushroom powder, and the power of Minghuo is close to the second grade of Huangpin.

4. Don't be addicted to its power...

really!

There was a gleam of joy in Zhang Biao's eyes.

High-quality materials were used, and the grade of the magic weapon was also improved, and the fire of the underworld was even closer to the prestige of the second grade.

You know, Nuo Mian Jiangliang is only third grade.

This Netherfire Skull, at least for now, is considered a big killer. When it is released with all its strength, everything it passes will be burned.

Of course, it also has limitations.

Just as the message reminds, don't be addicted to its power, one is to consume fire powder, and the other is to consume true energy.

If you can't control it, you will run out of true energy.

With this treasure, plus Mo Wen Dao, when you encounter that Zuo Guardian again, you will never let it escape!

Get the magic weapon ready, it's already late at night.

Zhang Biao walked out of the small courtyard, but saw fires everywhere outside, and saw flying snow in the night sky.

This is the lighting of the people in the workshop. Some feared that there would be aftershocks again at night, so they simply set up shacks in the courtyard and invited those whose houses had collapsed to stay overnight.

Zhang Biao shook his head slightly, the old house could not be lived in.

The current situation is getting more and more chaotic, and there is no guarantee that there will be no cornered people who break into the courtyard while he is away.

It doesn't matter if you bring some silver, if you touch the magic material, it will be a big trouble.

Throwing away the distracting thoughts in his heart, Zhang Biao drank the Bazhen Qi and Blood Soup, stood up and refined, and replenished his energy and spirit.

Packed up a magic weapon, wore a ghost mask on his head, hung a skull from his waist, jumped onto the wall of the workshop, and disappeared into the snowy night...

…………

Bang!bang bang!

"The ugly time has come, fire and theft!"

In the snowstorm, the watchman was wearing a coir raincoat, trembling as he walked along the quiet street.

In order to prevent post-disaster turmoil, the imperial court has issued a curfew order, so only Jinwu Guards are left patrolling the streets.

Under the cover of the snowy night, Zhang Biao let go of his speed, turned into a black shadow and shuttled through the workshop, and soon came to Tongzhengfang.

Wang Wang!

There was a sound of barking dogs under the wall of the workshop.

Since the last time he was discovered, Guo An sent more people to patrol with the mountain dogs.

Zhang Biao was not in a hurry. After the guards left, he changed to another place and watched from a distance.

At the entrance of the tunnel, flames shot up into the sky.

The huge wooden man burned blazingly, the spices turned into thick smoke, and a group of Hu monks worshiped around.

This is the Altar of the Gods of the Huo Luo Sect.

Zhang Biao had seen it last time, but he invited the vulgar gods to come down and expand the realm of the gods, similar to a temporary temple.

These vulgar gods are not that powerful, let alone just woke up from a long sleep.

The power of the altar is at most equal to that of the Chongsheng Temple.

call!
At the entrance of the passage, there was a sudden vibration, billowing black mist poured out, and the cold frost spread.

"Gali Wapa Kudo!"

Seeing this situation, the leading priest Hu monk held up the sheep bone staff in his hand and recited a mantra loudly.

Hu monks around also kept worshiping, as if insane.

The light of the flame became more and more intense, and at the place where the light collided with the black mist, there was a whistling sound of white smoke, which never let the evil spread.

Du Lu looked at all this with a gloomy expression.

He knew in his heart that Guo An, chief arrester, might be in danger, and Li Ziwu is joking by nature, so it is likely that he will take over the position of chief arrester.

There are more and more things beyond comprehension. If Six Doors doesn't do something, it may not be able to last for a few years.

Mother Mouse took Zhou Dalang and Tian Yue away from him, and also watched intently.

"The real battle is in the spirit world."

Mother Mouse shook her head and said, "Although our Beast Master Sect is better at cultivating in this world, we also have a way to enter the spirit world with beast souls."

"I'm hopeless. Yuanbao is too weak. You must use the power of the court to find a suitable spiritual pet as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult to practice."

"If you have the opportunity, leave Yujing City as soon as possible."

Zhou Dalang hesitated, "Master, why did you leave?"

Tian Yue sneered and said: "You think the imperial court is raising us because you think there is so much money, and you have to spit out twice as much as you eat. Don't talk nonsense about inheritance."

"Understood, Junior Brother."

Zhou Dalang nodded quickly.

He is only shallow, not stupid, and has vaguely understood many things during this period of time.

In the darkness in the distance, Zhang Biao took out the Nuo mask and put it on his head, and jumped suddenly.

Call ~
The surrounding scene changed drastically.

Tongzhengfang became dilapidated and decayed.

The six-door headquarters was covered by a large area of ​​mildew. In the dark corners, there were many dead souls hiding, repeating the scene of death over and over again.

As Mother Mouse said, the real battle is still in the spirit world.

The appearance of the altar of descending gods has changed.

Sitting cross-legged there is a god with a wolf head and a human body, with four arms, each holding a machete, a sandbag, a torch and poplar branches, and a huge scorpion tail behind him.

It's the local totem spirit!

When Zhang Biao saw it, he guessed its origin.

These things all belong to "concept", the so-called "commitment with food concept", although he has not been accompanied by Nuomian and has learned targeted techniques, but Nuomian Jiang Liang also mentioned some knowledge.

There are many vulgar gods, such as the dead souls of local celebrities, totems, natural spirits, ancestor spirits, and even demons and ghosts.

Everything on this guy has strong characteristics of the Western Regions, which is the gradual formation of totem worship.The weapon in his hand is the Fire Luo Sect artifact.

A thin pillar of fire, connected to the head of the vulgar god, fell from the gray sky of the spirit world.

Zhang Biao was thoughtful.

If you guessed right, this is the method for the vulgar god to descend to the clone. As long as you cut off the pillar of fire, you can expel the vulgar god clone. Unfortunately, there is no relevant method.

On the other side, it was much more lively.

In the moldy cave, a large number of soldiers continued to pour out, all with tattered armor, rotten faces, black smoke surging all over their bodies, screaming and attacking frantically.

It is the black murderer, the Yin soldiers crossing the border.

According to Nuomian records, these things are formed by the combination of a large number of fierce ghosts and evil spirits on the battlefield, which seem to be related to gods, but they are not described in detail.

The two continued to clash, forming a stalemate, and it seemed that neither could do anything to the other.

Zhang Biao shook his head slightly, ready to leave.

He came here to investigate information.

Both the "vulgar god" and the "black murderer" are sensitive, and only when the two are fighting each other and have no time to care about each other can they observe with confidence.

Since they are fighting here, they just took the opportunity to sneak in from the entrance of Fengyifang.

Clang!
At this moment, a strange sound sounded.

It was like a knife handle colliding, which was extremely harsh.

All of a sudden, a black gun head flew up from the crowd of black and fierce soldiers, roaring and trembling in the air.

Affected by it, the souls of the dead in Tongzheng Square seemed to have been transformed, gathered from all directions, and were swallowed alive by the fierce Yin soldiers.

The vicious black soldier's momentum suddenly increased, and he advanced several meters in a row.

what is that baby !

Zhang Biao didn't expect that there was such a thing among the black murderers. Could it be related to its formation?
But before he could observe it with the eyes of spiritual vision, the object retracted into the black mist again.

Zhang Biao returned to his physical body with a little regret.

Sure enough, there was chaos below.

The black mist suddenly expanded, and many Hu monks immediately vomited blood, covered in hoarfrost, and shivered.

The High Priest of the Fire Luo Cult was also in a hurry, and with a distressed face, he took out a dead Populus euphratica branch from his arms and threw it into the fire.

Like a raging fire cooking oil, the fire suddenly blazed.

Finally, the black mist retreated into the cave.

Zhang Biao shook his head slightly, jumped into the night, and headed towards Fengyifang.

No matter how brilliant it used to be, now it's all about starting from the beginning. The ancient vulgar gods of the Huo Luo Sect can't do anything to the evil.

If Guitou Liuna appeared, maybe he would dare to swallow this vulgar god avatar alive.

It's all chicken...

What he didn't know was that not long after he left, Arold led the monks out of the cave.

Seeing the head arrester Guo An being carried out, everyone from the six gates immediately cheered.

Arold was also excited, and whispered to the chief priest of the Fire Luo Cult, "It's a feast for the gods!"

"They are eating the god's corpse..."

(End of this chapter)