A seal of immortality

Chapter 142 Rules
It was already night when Wang Changsheng returned to Cyanwood Peak.

After taking Bigu Dan, he didn't feel hungry, but just drank a little water.

Wang Changsheng sat beside the table, holding a black talisman pen, dipped it in cinnabar, and dropped it on a blank talisman paper.

Insects chirped from time to time outside the attic, but Wang Changsheng turned a deaf ear to it, only seeing the talisman in front of him.

A series of complex silver runes appeared one after another on the talisman paper, forming a mysterious pattern.

As the last stroke fell, a silver light flashed on the surface of the talisman paper, and the silver runes on it seemed to have life, squirming endlessly, exuding strong mana fluctuations.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng also had a smile on his face. He consulted many classics about lightning-type talisman seals, and after practicing for more than a month, he finally drew this lightning-inducing talisman.

There are not many lightning-type talismans that he can draw now, only three kinds of lightning-type talismans, thunder-fire talismans, and lightning-inducing talismans. It's not that he doesn't want to learn more lightning-type talismans, but that he doesn't have enough thunder spirit stones for him. expend.

To learn how to draw talismans, in addition to consuming blank talisman paper, the consumption of spirit stones is also one of them. The common five-element spirit stones are nothing, and the spirit stones with the three attributes of wind spirit stone, ice spirit stone, and thunder spirit stone are relatively rare , among which Thunder Spirit Stone is the rarest.

Taiqing Palace is the largest sect of the righteous way, and there are many rare treasures in the gate. Wang Changsheng managed to collect dozens of wind spirit stones and ice spirit stones, but the thunder spirit stones are only five pieces, and they are all low-level thunder spirit stones. stone.

This is also a very normal thing. After all, Wang Changsheng is not the only talisman maker in the Taiqing Palace, and talisman makers with different spirit roots are very rare. Most of the talisman makers are common three-spirit roots. Recognized as the strongest talisman, there are many talisman makers who want to learn to draw thunder-type talisman. In addition, powerful formations also need thunder stones, and thunder stones are even more precious.

There are many talisman makers in the Xuanfu lineage, and many of them are old disciples who have been in the field for more than 20 years. They have rich experience in making talismans. If you want to defeat these people, you can't do without a trump card. The thunder type talisman seal is Wang Changsheng's trump card.

After Wang Changsheng learned how to draw these three lightning-type talisman seals, Little Bi No. 1 dared not say that it would be no problem to enter the top ten, at least, he thought so.

After putting away the lightning-inducing talisman, Wang Changsheng took out another blank talisman paper, picked up a pen and put it down...
For the next few days, Wang Changsheng stayed behind closed doors and drew talisman seals in his room with peace of mind.

In the early morning of this day, when the first ray of morning light appeared in the sky, the continuous bells of "Dangdangdangdang" resounded through the sky, each sound was louder than the last, five times in a row, the melodious bells echoed in the mountains.

At this time, if someone is hundreds of feet in the sky, they will see figures running out of the buildings on the mountain, taking out flying weapons or spirit birds, and flying towards a certain direction.

After Wang Changsheng washed up, he also walked out of the yard, and the imperial weapon flew in a certain direction.

The sky at this time is full of people, men, women and children.

Wang Changsheng was very surprised to see the dense figures around him. At this time, there were at least two to three thousand immortal cultivators in the sky, and the number was still increasing. Some were sitting in wooden boats, some were riding huge strange birds, and some Sitting on a wide flying carpet with his companions, he quickly flew forward.

The expressions of these people are also different, some are nervous, some are excited, and some are full of sorrow.

To be honest, Wang Changsheng was also a little nervous. Of course, he wasn't worried about the competition, he was worried about being hit by a certain senior's flying magic weapon.

The Taiqing Palace obviously took this into consideration and sent several teams of monks to maintain order to avoid accidents.

But even so, there was an accident. A senior who was riding a three-headed strange bird collided with several seniors who were pedaling green leaf magic weapons. Those seniors fell from the sky immediately. Uncle Shi cast a spell to catch them with clouds, but their lives were not in danger.

Seeing this scene, Wang Changsheng couldn't help slowing down, looking around, fearing that he would be the next unlucky person.

An hour later, Wang Changsheng landed at the foot of Misty Peak, put away the magic weapon, and walked up the mountain.

At this time, the gate of Misty Hall was closed tightly, and the bluestone platform outside was already crowded with people.

"There are so many people, I'm afraid I can't finish it every day!" Wang Changsheng looked at the crowd on the platform and muttered in his heart.

"Senior Brother Yuan, I didn't expect you to participate in the talisman-making competition. With your talisman-making skills, it's no problem for you to enter the top [-]."

"Hey, Junior Brother Li is not bad! I'm afraid there will be a Junior Brother in the top [-]."

"Sigh, the younger sister's entry level is still short, I'm afraid she won't even be able to enter a hundred."

These people gathered in groups of three or four, or whispering, or talking eloquently, and the content they talked about was all about this competition.

Wang Changsheng originally had a lot of confidence in himself, but after listening to these people's conversations, his confidence was a little shaken. After all, his entry time is too short, and he has learned limited things. It is hard to say whether he can defeat those old disciples.

A quarter of an hour later, under the expectant eyes of everyone, the gate of Misty Palace opened automatically, and a group of Foundation Establishment cultivators walked out. The leader was a young woman in her 20s, wearing a blue palace attire. , slender willow waist, slender jade neck, coupled with a beautiful face, she is like a beautiful beauty.

"It's Uncle Fu," someone recognized the woman in blue.

"I heard that Uncle Fu will personally point out the top ten of Xiaobi. I don't know if I have that blessing," a young disciple said obsessively, looking at the woman in blue.

"Hey, Uncle Fu's grandfather is a Nascent Soul cultivator. If Uncle Fu can take him as his disciple, he has a bright future."

The woman in blue glanced at the people on the platform, frowned slightly, and said, "Is this the disciple who participated in the talisman making competition this time? It seems that it is no different from last time."

"After five years of study, these nephews and nephews must go one step further, and they shouldn't disappoint Junior Sister Fu," a man in a green shirt with good features said with a smile.

"I hope so," the woman in blue nodded, then shifted her gaze to a middle-aged man with a skinny face on the left, and said, "Senior Brother Zhou, I will leave it to you, little sister, go back inside to rest first." That's it." After finishing speaking, without waiting for the middle-aged man to respond, he turned and left.

The middle-aged man didn't care the slightest bit about this, but nodded in agreement, who said that the other party is the direct descendant of the monk Nascent Soul!
After the woman in blue left, the middle-aged man put away the smile on his face, walked to the woman's original position, glanced at everyone on the platform, took out a small silver clock, shook the small silver clock, and shook it for a while. The melodious bell sounded immediately.

Hearing the sound of the bell, some disciples who were chatting shut up and turned their eyes to the middle-aged man.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man nodded, put away the small clock, and took out a cyan disc with numerous spiritual patterns engraved on it.

The middle-aged man threw the cyan disk into the air, and the cyan jade disk swelled several times, turning into the size of a wheel. With a flick of his finger, a cyan light sank into the cyan disk.

I saw the spirit patterns on the cyan disc light up one after another, and then the cyan disc slowly turned, and a clear and audible voice came from the cyan disc: "Old man Zhou Feng, is the person in charge of this small competition. , I won’t say too much, maybe some new disciples are not familiar with Xiaobi’s rules, so I will explain Xiaobi’s rules and precautions.”

"For this competition, each of you will be provided with ten dozen blank talisman papers and a box of cinnabar. You should prepare your own talisman pens and spirit stones. You will be given one day to draw talisman seals. The judging criteria will first look at the number of runes on the talisman seals. Second, it depends on how many talisman seals have been drawn. As a reminder, falsification is strictly prohibited. The talisman seals handed in must be drawn by you yourself. Once found to be fraudulent, you will be severely punished. , to ensure absolute fairness, considering that there are too many people participating in the competition, this small score will be held for three days, with 500 people at a time, and the disciples who want to participate in the competition today can only enter the Misty Palace with 500 people."

After finishing speaking, all the spirit patterns on the cyan disc dimmed, and the middle-aged man made a move with one hand, and the cyan disc shrank rapidly, returning to its original size, and flew back into the middle-aged man's sleeve.

"Those who want to participate in the competition today enter the Misty Palace, don't squeeze, come one by one, check the roster first," a middle-aged woman with ordinary facial features took out a silver jade plate and said loudly.

Wang Changsheng stood behind the platform. Although he didn't hear the middle-aged woman's words, he listened to the voice made by the blue disc without uttering a single word.

There are too many people participating in the competition, since the small score will be held in three days, then I should come earlier tomorrow.

Thinking about this, Wang Changsheng turned around and walked towards the road down the mountain. Many people followed what Wang Changsheng thought, and walked down the road one after another. The disciples who stood a little closer walked quickly towards the Misty Hall, checking After finishing the roster, he walked in.

Walking to the foot of the mountain, Wang Changsheng took out the flying magic weapon and flew towards the Cyanwood Peak.

At this time, there are still many disciples flying in the sky, but compared to the morning, the number is much smaller.

(End of this chapter)