Dong Xiao's words made Zhang Xiaohan nod. If there is a difference between the upper and lower realms, that is, the rich spiritual power and the increase in life span brought about by the increase in cultivation resources. Thinking about this, the comparison between the immortal world and the upper realm is like this.

But for monks, increasing their life span is a temptation. Before the life span reaches its end, they naturally have to take a try, even if they know that ascending to the fairy world is not just as they ascend to the land of happiness.

"Senior, did the Five Realms refer to the upper realm in your era?" Zhang Xiaohan had never asked about anything between the Five Realms. Before she thought that she was not strong enough, it would be better to improve her cultivation level peacefully. However, since she had come into contact with the Immortal Realm, some things must be known in advance.

"Yes." Dong Xiao pondered for a while before saying: "The lower realm is mixed, and the places where people, gods, Buddhas, demons and demons are divided by barriers, but there are always times when monks accidentally break through the barrier, but ascending still has to be in the native continent. Therefore, if you do not return to the native continent, you often cannot ascend, and you can only be aliens in another place. You have almost understood the situation in the upper realm. There are many places like the Nine Realms. As for the Immortal Realm, it is a mixed place. These are all things from ancient times. The wars in the Five Realms will definitely affect the Immortal Realm. It is hard to say how the Immortal Realm is now."

Zhang Xiaohan said, "It's hard to say that he will ascend. The life span of 40,000 years is long, and there will always be a time to end. Once you go into seclusion and exit, it will be nearly ten thousand years. It seems that the life span of a monk is long, but in order to improve his cultivation, he doesn't have much leisure time."

Zhang Xiaohan rarely said a few normal words calmly. After saying these few words, the topic immediately changed: "I still want to find those white wolves. If I had known that I could destroy the spiritual thorn, I would not let them go."

Dong Xiao endured it, but still couldn't help saying, "Then why did you let them go first?"

Zhang Xiaohan looked around and said, "What if I can't destroy the spiritual thorns? I'll forget it. I've said it, I won't force them, but if I can't make my own decisions, I can't implicate them."

He said, sighing, "I guess I will run away without a trace, but it's a pity."

Dong Xiao looked at Zhang Xiaohan calmly for a while and turned his head.

"Senior, do you think I am very kind, different from the person you met before, and I am very moved by me?" Zhang Xiaohan said in a sneering tone.

Dong Xiao had a calm face and said nothing - they had been walking forward for more than half an hour, and a tall tower appeared in front of him. This place should be where a secret treasure appeared.

"Senior, you can think of me as doing this on purpose to win your sympathy." Zhang Xiaohan accelerated his pace toward the tower, and did not forget to throw a sentence off.

A tall tower alone in the yellow sand was eye-catching. When he walked in, he found that the tower was surrounded by the formation and prohibited. Zhang Xiaohan walked around the tower and knew that Dong Xiao would not take action, so he did not ask for his opinion.

"I won't feel sympathetic to the human race." Just as Zhang Xiaohan was about to test the formation, Dong Xiao suddenly said this.

"Senior, be careful. Those who have been in contact with me, Zhang Xiaohan, will be affected by me for a long time without realizing it. Senior will not forget the martial arts I have practiced." Zhang Xiaohan replied, pointing his spiritual light into the ban. The Heavenly Eye and Taiyi Divine Technique captured the weakness of the ban, and the second spiritual light followed it.

"The martial arts you practice can affect monks like you. Don't forget, I am the emperor's son, how could I be influenced by such simple martial arts?" Dong Xiao looked at Zhang Xiaohan and said calmly.

"Where is Taiyi Divine Art? Is this technique from the Immortal World or is it exclusive to your Emperor's Son's House?" Zhang Xiaohan had a lot of strength while attacking the formation.

"You want to ask about the relationship between the emperor's son and the fairy world." Dong Xiao still answered with a rhetorical question.

"It's almost the same," Zhang Xiaohan's attack has already taken more than a dozen attack positions this time. "If it's inconvenient, you can not answer."

Dong Xiao looked at Zhang Xiaohan's side face, and her eyes focused on the formation. Her conversation with him seemed to be very casual, and she didn't seem to take it seriously.

"It's not that it's inconvenient, it's hard to say that the monks in the fairy world are very strict, and the highest level of monks, even those you call immortals, are also our guests." Dong Xiao thought for a while.

"The relationship between the royal family and the nobles." Zhang Xiaohan took action again, and there were dozens of inspiration lights popping up. As the sound stopped, the tower's restriction emitted the last brightness, and then dissipated in the air. Zhang Xiaohan shook his head, thinking that he could get the array plate of the formation, but the array plate dissipated with the cracking of the formation.

"Do you all like to put treasures in the tower so much? There is Linglong Immortal Tower in the lower realm. There is also a pagoda that will grow taller by itself in my Black Miasma Mountain. Now there is another one here, so it's really uncreative." Zhang Xiaohan shook his head and walked towards the main entrance of the tower.

"Where would you put it?" Dong Xiao wanted to not ask, but he still couldn't help but be curious.

"Buried in the sand, don't you feel that you suddenly stepped on the air and slid into an underground cave as you walk. Wow, is it a wonderful mood to be full of treasures? Or you can find a ruined wall from afar, an ancient well inside, a half-broken high wall, or half of the room hidden in precious or ordinary treasures, so you have the fun of treasure hunting." Zhang Xiaohan said as he walked up the steps, looked up and down and pushed open the door.

"And that, when I just found the treasure, a monster protecting the treasure suddenly jumped out - Ah, there are really!" The last few words were surprised.

Dong Xiao followed Zhang Xiaohan and saw that she was taking action, the sun was the true fire. He sighed in his heart. This is instinct. He never knew how to hide his weakness. No matter how good the opponent was, he would do his best.

Before he could see clearly what the monster beast that jumped out from behind the gate looked like, he burned it to ashes with a finger at the real fire of the sun. Zhang Xiaohan checked it slightly and walked in.

The first floor tower is slightly dark, and there is only a circle of stairs, and the middle is hollow. You can see an ancient bell hanging at the highest point.

Zhang Xiaohan raised his hand and threw a little inspiration upwards. The inspiration flew directly to the second-level platform and touched the restriction and extinguished.

"It's a ban on flying again." Zhang Xiaohan said, "I really don't understand. Cultivators can fly, so why should they ban on flying? Use their steps to measure it step by step, just to waste some time? Or increase the difficulty of passing the level."

"It's for patience." Dong Xiao explained.

The two had already reached the second floor, which was also empty and had nothing.

However, Zhang Xiaohan looked carefully and pointed out the inspiration to test it, and then continued: "There are few monks who lack patience." Zhang Xiaohan said this and suddenly paused.

Dong Xiao followed behind and stopped, looking around and said, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Xiaohan shook his head and suddenly felt something was wrong in his heart. She said more today. After seeing Yun Yi and dismantling the spiritual thorn.

Is it the influence of the third level or the influence of the spiritual thorn? There seems to be something wrong with her mood.

I walked to the top floor in silence and saw the big bell hanging on the top of the tower. The body of the bell was carved with inscriptions that I didn't recognize, which was simple and heavy, but had no spiritual power.

A finger of the spiritual light gently tapped the big bell, and a layer of spiritual light suddenly appeared on the surface of the big bell. The halo flowed by, and the spiritual light counterattacked. This attack was just a test, and Zhang Xiaohan dispelled the spiritual light casually.

Defense and offense are an excellent magic weapon. Zhang Xiaohan smiled slightly, and his eyes fell on the chains tied with the big bell. The pure black chains did not have a little metallic luster, as if they were just an ordinary chain. Zhang Xiaohan made a spell and began to collect the big bell.

However, when each magic trick was shot out and fell on Zhong, it was reflected back by the spiritual light that was lit up by Zhong's body. After several techniques, Zhang Xiaohan had to stop. There was no loophole in this defense under the observation of the Sky Eye.

He circled around the big bell, and even the chains on it were within the defense range of the big bell. This bell is the so-called secret treasure. Whoever gets it will almost fall into an invincible situation.

Zhang Xiaohan's gaze slowly fell on the inscription of the big bell. This was a text that she had never seen before. It was like the handwriting she got from the rock wall below the Yin River in her mind, and it was even more complicated, and it was more like the talisman she drew. She only knew how to draw a cat, but she didn't know the meaning of the drawing.

She looked at a symbol that was approaching the text, but for a long time she had no choice but to admit that she couldn't understand it or see through it.

"Can you recognize the above words?" Zhang Xiaohan asked.

"This is Mingjiawen, an ancient text." Dong Xiao replied, "These handwritings are arranged in a mess in order. Do you want to learn?"

Zhang Xiaohan nodded and said formally: "I would like to ask my senior for advice."

Dong Xiao pointed to the words on the big bell and pronounced them one by one. First, the pronunciation of the handwriting itself, and then the translated meaning. Some handwritings did not have suitable word translations, as if they could only understand them. The two of them slowly circled around the big bell, and Zhang Xiaohan remembered all the handwriting.

It is indeed arranged in disorderly manner, and no two adjacent handwritings can form a suitable word.

But it will definitely not be portrayed without any meaning. This is a magic weapon beyond Zhang Xiaohan's imagination. Zhang Xiaohan does not think that the inscriptions on such magic weapon will be meaningless.

Remember all the words, including the arrangement method, Zhang Xiaohan sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to deduce the possible order in his mind.

A bell suddenly appeared in his spiritual consciousness. The same inscription was carved in the body of the bell, and the face of the bell gradually opened, and all the words were arranged on a plane.

Still can't understand or see through.

The spiritual consciousness surrounds the big clock in the sea of ​​consciousness, and clicks on the text on the clock face unconsciously. Every time a word is clicked, the spiritual consciousness will rebound. Zhang Xiaohan only subconsciously. Suddenly, the text clicked by the spiritual consciousness did not counterattack for the first time.

Could it be that it was read from this handwriting?

"It's for patience." Dong Xiao's words suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness. Could it be that all the handwriting on the clock face was scattered and arranged to test the patience of the monks?

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Zhang Xiaohan's spiritual consciousness turned into his own image, flicked his fingers lightly, and a little bit of spiritual consciousness turned into flowing light on different characters. However, except for the first character, there was no second character that had never rebounded and attacked. Zhang Xiaohan frowned and thought for a moment, and his thoughts moved slightly.

The light of spirit fell on the first word first, and then fell on the other word at will. Zhang Xiaohan began to try it one by one in the stupidest way.

Soon she found the second word, and the two words combined together happened to be a noun.

She slowly smiled, and she really had to be patient.

The speed of spiritual light in the sea of ​​consciousness became faster and faster. Gradually, a passage of text appeared in front of me, but it explained the mantra of making talismans. Zhang Xiaohan slowly read and understood, and the former photo paintings and tigers were suddenly understood after the explanation of this set of mantras.

Each stroke of each talisman has its own specific meaning. Different strokes will change the meaning of the talisman. It is not that there are few strokes, but that the talisman is simple. The power of the talisman lies in the order of the strokes.

No matter how advanced the talisman is, it can only be regarded as a talisman recorder. A real talisman maker can learn from one example and create talismans by himself.

It turns out that the production of talismans also has its own principles, and the seemingly meaningless arrangement of these characters is actually a kind of talisman. The process of carving these characters on a big bell is the process of making talismans, but this talisman paper is a magic tool.

Zhang Xiaohan had a smile on his face. It turned out that not only can talismans be made on the talisman paper, but also can be transformed into a formation to carve them on magic weapons. It is a wonderful idea.

Zhang Xiaohan opened his eyes, stretched out his fingers, and a bunch of inspiration fell on the big bell. The big bell remained safe and there was no rebound inspiration on the surface.

Dong Xiao followed Zhang Xiaohan's attack and nodded secretly. Sure enough, the most primitive method was the best method. Zhang Xiaohan could be in seclusion for eight thousand years at a time, so he naturally had enough patience to try it. She could really think of such a stupid method.

In addition to the crystal ball, there was less laughter on Ran Ying and Zuo Tianxiang's faces. The performance of this female cultivator was beyond their expectations. Even in the fairy world, there were very few monks who mastered this kind of text. No monk who mastered this kind of text would be easily revealed.

The initial manifestation of the female cultivator was that she did not recognize these words, either because of the incarnation or because of pure luck.

Both of them secretly recorded the order in which Zhang Xiaohan clicked the big bell and printed the words on it tightly in the sea of ​​consciousness.

When the light of spirit fell on the last Ming Jiawen, the big bell buzzed, the bell's body shrank, and it broke away from the dark chains. Zhang Xiaohan stretched out his hand and a simple little bell that was only one inch tall fell lightly on the palm of his hand.

Just as the little bell fell into the palm of his hand, Zhang Xiaohan and Dong Xiao's feet suddenly lit up, and a teleportation array suddenly appeared. Zhang Xiaohan grabbed the black chain on the top of the tower with one hand, and fainted slightly when he grabbed it.
Chapter completed!