This talisman paper is taken from the fur of the ferocious beast. It is the strongest piece of talisman paper made by Zhang Xiaohan. When refining this talisman paper, Zhang Xiaohan knew what kind of talisman this talisman would be made into in the end. She had been waiting for this time, but when only this talisman paper was left, Zhang Xiaohan hesitated.

She has always been decisive in her behavior, and even if there is only 10% chance, she will try and gamble. There is no retreat in her personality. However, when she really faced the last piece of talisman paper, she suddenly realized that she was not so sure at all.

The talisman paper slowly picked up and rubbed it gently. The surface of the talisman paper still had traces of ferocious beast pores. Even Zhang Xiaohan could not touch it. It was these extremely tiny pores that were refined to better integrate into the spiritual power brought by the pen.

After gently rubbing for a while, Zhang Xiaohan waved his hand to put away all the talismans, and after a while, he also put away the talisman paper.

Sitting cross-legged by the pool, she slowly began to recover her spiritual power. After two days and two nights, her spiritual power returned to its heyday. This time, what she took out was the refined refining materials, sacrificed spiritual fire, and began to refine them.

The spiritual fire is converted between the five elements, and the five-type materials can refine spiritual weapons with different attributes. The ones she refines are still flying swords. The styles are the same, but the attributes are different.

She returned to that state, and there seemed to be two of hers in her body, one focused on refining the weapon, and the other stood in a hidden corner, staring silently.

This time, she felt that she was the one who was peeping silently, waiting for the opportunity like a tiger and wolf.

She saw her quietness and calmness, and she was ready to move when she saw her focused waiting.

Time is like a horse, and time passes by. Every full night of the month, monks who come to absorb the moon will see lonely figures sitting cross-legged on the grass. She has already regarded the pool surrounded by Black Miasma Mountain as a cave, and has not even set up any bans.

Sometimes she was refining weapons, and there were more than a dozen flying swords scattered around her. The light flashed on the flying swords, which was clearly a rare spiritual weapon. Sometimes she was sitting quietly and could feel the spiritual power around Black Miasma Mountain rushing towards her wildly. Sometimes, she sat with her knees in her arms, staring at the pool quietly amid the impact of the waterfall.

Every monk who came here dared not disturb her, the founder of Black Miasma Mountain, a person who existed like a legend in the Nine Realms.

Every full moon night, Song Chensha would stand on the top of the high mountain and stare silently. He protected the Black Miasma Mountain. Zhang Xiaohan had been around for nearly ten thousand years, but he never felt that the distance between him and Zhang Xiaohan was so far.

Mu Jin also returned to Black Miasma Mountain, and Zhang Xiaohan didn't even notice that she seemed to be addicted to her own world, and nothing outside could move her.

But no one knew that in this quiet appearance, an unseen figure appeared in Zhang Xiaohan's sea of ​​consciousness. The figure was hidden in the real darkness and was watching Zhang Xiaohan's every move.

Finally one day, Zhang Xiaohan stopped refining weapons, and there were dozens of flying swords beside her. She looked around at the flying sword and waved her hand to roll it up.

Flying swords were thrown in the air, as if they were drawing out strange formations with flying swords. If Dong Xiao was here, he would definitely know this formation. What was arranged in a series of lines was the arrangement of characters on the Soul-Surveying Bell.

This is not only the fundamental principle of talisman making, but also a soul-catching talisman that uses heaven and earth as talisman paper and flying sword as the medium. At the very center of this terrifying talisman, where Zhang Xiaohan sits cross-legged, it is Zhang Xiaohan's natal treasure, the five elements transparent flying sword.

Just as the talisman was formed, a thunderbolt suddenly sounded over the Black Miasma Mountain Water Pond, and with the pool as the center, a huge spiritual vortex appeared again.

These spiritual energy actually appeared in the form of the five elements spiritual energy. Five different colors of spiritual energy suddenly appeared from the pool, the lotus, the rocks of Black Mischia Mountain, and the sky far away. They slowly and quickly gathered above the deep pool of Black Mischia Mountain, rotating and gathering together, forming a huge and thick colorful spiritual cloud, and finally covering the entire pool.

Such a strange movement alarmed all the monks of Black Miasma Mountain, but none of them dared to enter Black Miasma Mountain to explore the truth and reality. Only Mu Hibiscus stood in the waterfall and looked at Zhang Xiaohan from afar.

Zhang Xiaohan sat quietly on the transparent flying sword. She used her natal treasure as part of the talisman and where the beginning and ending pen meet, and she was in this position and would bear all the impact on the soul-capturing talisman.

Lingyun rolled over his head, the five-element flying sword trembled in the air, and Zhang Xiaohan's consciousness finally faced her inner demon again.

This is a real and strange feeling. The person opposite is strange and familiar. Zhang Xiaohan stared at the inner demon's eyes, wanting to see her true thoughts from the inner demon's eyes.

A crystal purple aura suddenly burst out from the inner demon, and a giant's phantom also appeared. Zhang Xiaohan looked up at the giant's phantom, a little lost.

This was the first time she saw Huang Ji's phantom. Although Huang Ji's appearance looked very much like her, Zhang Xiaohan still made sure at a glance that it was not her, Huang Ji.

The inner demon belongs to her, but the martial arts belong to Huang Ji. So, does Huang Ji feel that she can't control herself anymore? She doesn't think she can fight Huang Ji. Even if the five elements transparent spiritual power after the broken baby is much stronger than before, she still doesn't think she has the possibility of defeating purple Qi.

The purple qi has long surpassed the spiritual power of the five elements. Even the sun's true fire among the three real fires can resist the purple fire burning by the purple air. What can she use to defeat the purple air sacrificed by the inner demon?

She never thought of winning in spiritual power cultivation, nor did she think of winning in spiritual consciousness. She controls everything she controls, everything she can give, and everything she can't do, and the inner demon can do it.

Whether she hurts the inner demon or the inner demon hurts her, her body is damaged. The only thing that is not sure is whether the body is injured or the spiritual consciousness.

She doesn't want to be hurt, whether it's physical or spiritual consciousness.

She looked at the inner demon indifferently, and the inner demon that was magnified with the help of the soul-capturing talisman and was completely released.

She is her inner demon, but who promises that the inner demon will not give birth to the inner demon again?

In the sea of ​​consciousness, her hand slowly raised, and a string of spiritual lights passed by, and a strange symbol was born from her fingertips. Just as a moment when a little purple light appeared at the fingertips of the inner demon, the colorless spiritual power drew a soul-catching talisman in the air.

As soon as the soul-catching talisman was formed, the five-colored spiritual clouds above the pool suddenly pressed down, and the flying swords arranged in the form of talismans suddenly trembled and made a buzzing sound. The sword energy surged, and passed Zhang Xiaohan, and a clearer talisman array formed under the spiritual cloud. The spiritual cloud pressed towards the talisman array, and the talisman array faced the spiritual cloud. With a loud bang like a muffled thunder, the spiritual cloud was impacted by the talisman array transformed into the sword energy, and the flying swords suddenly stood upright, and the strange light released from the tip of the sword met the spiritual cloud.

At this time, the soul-capturing talisman and the purple air flew towards the opposite side at the same time, and both actually passed through each other at the same time.

Zhang Xiaohan looked at the purple aura calmly as it came. This was the most powerful attack power she had ever mastered. But for eight thousand years, she had never used the purple aura once, and even within her spiritual sense, she would not use it.

The fiery red sun fire appeared on the surface of her body, followed by the colorless spiritual fire. She quietly looked at the inner demon, through the burning purple fire.

The inner demon also looked over quietly. She had already sacrificed a purple phantom and could not retreat in a single step when facing the soul-catching talisman.

Even though Zhang Xiaohan's original body can avoid it in the sea of ​​consciousness and retreat, facing the inner demon, Zhang Xiaohan doesn't want to take a step back. She can't remember it for many years. The only thing she still remembers is that she has become accustomed to never retreat.

The purple fire burned and rushed over, the sun's true fire came forward, and the flames burned in an instant, and the sun's true fire was extinguished in an instant, followed by the five elements of colorless spiritual fire.

Zhang Xiaohan looked at the inner demon indifferently, watched Zihuo swept across his body indifferently, and watched the soul-capturing talisman sink into the inner demon's body indifferently.

Her eyes were covered with purple light, and her eyes were full of purple flames. Without lowering her head, she had already seen the flames rolled up in her clothes. She couldn't tell whether it was a soul burning. When the pain came, she suddenly thought of Dong Xiao and the scene on the rock wall.

She looked at the inner demon quietly, the open eyes of the inner demon, and the body of the inner demon disintegrating under the soul-catching talisman... Then, she saw the lonely purple phantom.

There was only purple phantom in her eyes, only the flames burning by purple fire. The bright starry sky in the sea of ​​consciousness was overshadowed under the flames. The not-so-tall tree was slowly withering.

The five-colored spiritual cloud was drilling into the flying sword. The flying sword gathered spiritual power and spread to the transparent flying fairy in the center. The five-element transparent flying sword suddenly became brighter, and the pure five-element spiritual power poured into Zhang Xiaohan's body.

Among the purple flames, Zhang Xiaohan's arms were counted in the second deep, and his index finger was counted. A little bit of spiritual light was released from the flames, and another soul-catching talisman was formed in the void.

The soul-catching talisman flew towards the purple phantom, Zhang Xiaohan in the flames showed a sarcastic smile, and a slight hesitation appeared in the phantom's eyes. The soul-catching talisman had already penetrated into her body.

Spiritual power poured in like a tide, running wildly in the meridians. The small tree of spiritual consciousness continued to wither, and the sea of ​​consciousness was gradually fading.

A look of pain suddenly appeared on the Phantom's face. She seemed to remember something, struggling to remember it, but she had to remember it under the influence of the soul-catching talisman. Her expression gradually changed from pain to anger. She stared at Zhang Xiaohan, suddenly took a step forward, and walked towards Zhang Xiaohan.

On the pool, the five-colored spiritual clouds kept sinking into the flying sword, surrounding Zhang Xiaohan. Her expression was peaceful and peaceful, as if she was practicing, but no one would have thought that within the sea of ​​consciousness, her soul was burned by purple flames, and the sea of ​​consciousness seemed to collapse, and the small tree of spiritual consciousness had completely withered.

Zhang Xiaohan reluctantly raised his head and stared at the phantom that was walking step by step. His mind was the same flame-burning body on the rock wall, and he seemed to hear a howl of unwillingness to be painful in his ears.

Is it destined? She has obtained the inheritance of the rock painting and will also receive the fate of the rock painting?

She was already familiar with the pain of the burning soul. She once vowed not to try such pain again, but in front of the strong, such a vow was so ridiculous.

Her mind seemed to be blurred, but her vision was still very clear. When she saw the phantom walking towards her, she was closer and she saw it more clearly.

Her appearance is vaguely her own, but she is definitely not her. Is Huang Ji going to assimilate with her?

She raised her hand again and used her remaining mind to outline the soul-catching talisman again. It was so close that the last stroke seemed to be directly portrayed to the phantom. Seeing the phantom showing another struggle, Zhang Xiaohan smiled.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and they regard all things as straw dogs.

Her hands fell down deeply, and her vision finally blurred. The pain seemed to gradually fade away. Her closed eyes did not see the phantom struggling and turning into a light of inspiration.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, those characters that cannot be understood slowly float out and lose control of their spiritual consciousness. They seem to be very untidy and float around in the sea of ​​consciousness aimlessly. However, if you look closely, you will find that they actually follow certain rules.

The sea of ​​consciousness was so dim that it was almost not half-split. Only Zhang Xiaohan's weak soul, which was still burning by the purple fire, was still burning by the purple fire. These characters seemed to be attracted by the purple fire and slowly floated over. When approaching Zhang Xiaohan's soul, the first word suddenly broke away from the arrangement and penetrated into Zhang Xiaohan's body.

The weak and transparent body seemed to be replenished with energy. This character slowly disappeared in the soul. Zhang Xiaohan moved slightly, and the pain came, almost making her lose in pain again.

Another character was penetrated into her soul, and Zhang Xiaohan gradually woke up. She looked around in confusion, her body was still burning by purple fire, and a long string of characters were spinning around her soul.

After experiencing more painful experiences, it is not so difficult to bear. Zhang Xiaohan quickly understood the changes in the sea of ​​consciousness, and understood that it was these characters she had not understood that supplementing her soul.

She reached out and gently touched the next character. The character easily penetrated into her soul, and her body condensed a little more.

She ignored the burning purple fire, as if the name of purple fire did not exist, her soul continued to grow and was burned by purple fire, as if the entire soul was undergoing training, and during the process of growing and burning again and again, her mind became stronger and stronger.

As the soul recovered, the starlight of the sea of ​​consciousness gradually appeared, and the withered small tree of spiritual consciousness was slowly growing stronger. Only the burning purple fire, and Zhang Xiaohan's increasingly solid soul, and his increasingly firm eyes.

The pain has already reached the extreme, but because the pain has reached the extreme, it is possible to release all the hidden emotions in your heart, and to force out all the inner demons and defeat her.

What exactly did she fear? Not death, she would never fear death. What she feared was to be burned like a flute, and what she feared was to surrender in the burning.
Chapter completed!