Shen Luo's steps flashed, a moon shadow flashed brightly and darkly, and the figure disappeared from the spot in an instant. It flashed suddenly and appeared behind the silver-armored heavenly soldier.

The latter reacted very quickly, his waist was still moving, but the spear in his hand made a dragon-like roar. His upper body suddenly twisted, and the spear head suddenly stabbed back, and there was an extremely beautiful spear back.

A snow-white vortex suddenly appeared on the tip of his spear, and the cold air was in full swing, heading straight for Chen Luo's heart.

The rush forward was swift and it was too late to avoid it. He could only shout and use the Huangting Jing technique to forcefully use the power of the four dragons and four symbols to add to the whole body. His hand whipped back and retracted it, and his other hand turned into a huge dragon claw and grabbed it towards the tip of the gun.

A sharp sound of "clang".

The silver spear suddenly nailed to the palm of the dragon claw, and the vortex of the spear tip rotated violently. An extremely powerful twisting force came out, and a wave of cold air with extremely penetrating power came towards the sinking.

A "crack" sound came from the sinking arm, and a layer of snow-white ice crystal spread out from the heart of its claws, quickly freezing his entire arm, bursting with bone-permeable chills, constantly seeping into the bone marrow.

"Although I have advanced to the Soul Condensation Stage, my life span is still pitifully small compared to that of the cultivators of the same level. I can't fall so easily anymore." Chen Luo said in his heart.

As he thought about it, the twenty magic veins in his body lit up at the same time, and an extremely powerful magic power fluctuation spread out in a stir. The dragon claw arm suddenly vibrated, and bursts of light penetrated the body, shattering all the ice...

He rushed forward with a slash, grabbed the silver spear, and pulled it suddenly, and the silver armored heavenly soldier was pulled in front of him by his strength. He held the Liuchen whip tightly with his other hand and immediately smashed it at the head.

Seeing that the silver armored heavenly soldier could not pull back his spear, he had to relax his hands and block his head with his arms intertwined.

There was a dull "boom".

The black light burst on the Six Chen Whip, the silver armored heavenly soldier's arms broke in response to the sound, his head was smashed to pieces, and his body gradually dissipated, and only a white light shot out from it and flew into his sinking body.

Chen Luo felt the white light merge into his soul, and before he could carefully examine it, he had already returned to the Golden Hall.

At this moment, he had already put away the power of the dragon and elephant, looked down at his left hand, and only saw a red bruise on his arm under his sleeve, and there were still strands of cold air inside, which had not dissipated.

"Now that life is precious, you have to be more careful in the battle. Even if your cultivation level has soared, your combat experience is still a bit lacking." Chen Luohui recalled the retaliation of the heavenly soldiers just now, and thought to himself with lingering fear.

At this moment, not far away in front of him, the golden tower in the golden armored heavenly general's hand lit up, and another golden pill shot out and flew towards him.

Chen Luo took the golden elixir with a handful of thought, and turned around and left the hall.

When he arrived outside the hall, he looked down, but could not see Ao Hong's figure. Then he returned to the steps and sat down, threw the pill into his mouth, and swallowed it.

After a while of practice, the remaining cold air on the sinking arms was dispelled, and the magic power in the body increased a little, but the bottleneck in the late stage of the Mahayana period was there, and it seemed that it would take a long way to go before the breakthrough.

After the sinking recovered, he did not rush to get up and then enter the hall to challenge him, but sat on the ground and started to think about it.

Before, he didn't think that time to dream is precious. He always wanted to solve the problem in the dream as soon as possible so as to return to reality as soon as possible, but now he realized that time to dream is actually a real huge wealth for him.

In reality, the reason why he was able to practice at a slightly extraordinary speed and master high-level talismans such as "Thunderfall Talisman" and "Armor Shattering Talisman" depends entirely on continuous experience in dreams.

So this time, Chen Luo decided not to rush to leave the dream, and he wanted to use this time to accumulate more experience for reality.

"Ma Xiuxiu always wanted me to draw a high-level 'Dream Memory Talisman' for her. If I could really learn this Talisman, I would definitely be able to sell it at a good price in Jubaotang." Chen Luo gently rubbed his chin and murmured.

The reason why he thought of this matter first was that Ma Xiuxiu mentioned it in front of him many times, and the other was that this talisman was very special, and neither needed high-level talisman paper nor special talisman ink, but was only demanding on the power of the soul.

If it is an ordinary person, it is naturally difficult to draw this talisman, but for the sinking in the dream, it will not be difficult to gain great talent and have the advantage of the power of the soul.

Chen Luo thought about this and then took out the seven-star pen, stroked his palm gently on it, and took out a thick stack of yellow talisman paper and a small can of cinnabar talisman ink.

After he was ready, he sat down cross-legged with his eyes closed and began to carefully recall the various details of the dream memory talisman.

After a while, Chen Luo's eyes suddenly opened, raised his fingers and hooked them forward, and several yellow talisman papers beside him, and they made a "scream" sound and flew up on their own, floating in front of him like a formation of troops.

There is no table in front of me, so I can only hold the seven-star pen and draw the talisman in this way.

His pen tip lightly touched the talisman paper, but his eyes closed again, his eyes had already fallen in his sea of ​​consciousness, and the waves were calm and peaceful. The little man transformed by his soul sat cross-legged in the middle like him.

As the mind moved, the soul-soul villain raised his arm like him, but there was no pen in his hand, and he pointed it like a knife, and it was portrayed in the void.

As his wrist turned, a strand of soul power flowed out from his fingertips like silk threads, just like a painting of brush and ink, winding in the void, and soon half of the rune lines condensed.

But drawing talismans with the power of the soul is not like writing ink. After all, Shen Luo's heart is a little turbulent, and the soul power at his fingertips suddenly fluctuates. A black bump suddenly appeared in the center of the originally smooth rune lines.

Outside the sea of ​​consciousness, the talisman paper hanging in the void was even sank into the seven-star pen in his hand, and a hole was pierced.

Chen Luo opened his eyes and looked carefully at the half-shelf drawn on the yellow talisman paper. It was like a child's graffiti. Where did the runes have the little bit of aura that should have?

Chen Luo had already expected this. If the Impression Talisman was so easy to draw, with its loose requirements for materials, it would have long since become an ordinary talisman.

"Come again."

Chen Luo said lightly, closed his eyes slightly, raised his arms again, and drew them with the divine thoughts as the guide.

...

In this golden tower, time passed without any awareness, and he didn't know how long he had tried to draw talismans. He only knew that this time was his 297th time.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the soul-spiking little man's eyes slightly condensed, his face was with a serious expression, and his raised hand was fixed in the air for a long time without moving, as if he was in trouble.
Chapter completed!