Chapter 84 The Huge Face and the Blood Refining Talisman
When tracking to an altitude of thirty miles, Zhao Sheng paused and suddenly stopped.
The expression on his face kept changing, and he had some kind of ominous premonition in his heart.
"That's it!"
Looking at the sea of clouds and Tiangang in front of him like a wall of clouds covering the sky, Zhao Sheng hesitated again and again, and finally gave up and continued tracking.
The vast area above the three layers of cloud sea in Tianzhu Mountain is the main activity range of the foundation-building monks, and golden elixirs occasionally appear.
Although Zhao Sheng has been promoted to Foundation Establishment, in the face of such strange blood stains, he did not risk his life after all.
It's not that he doesn't dare, it's that he has more important things yet to be done.
Zhao Sheng turned around and controlled the clouds, quickly falling down the mountain.
However, he did not notice at all that the moment he turned around and left, a huge face suddenly appeared on the cloud wall.
There are no noses, ears or eyebrows, only a pair of indifferent blood-colored eyes can be seen, and a dark red blood mouth that seems to have magma surging inside, covering dozens of miles of sea of clouds, like a ruthless god's mansion, overlooking the fog below.
The sea, and the figure as small as dust.
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Two days later, Dongtian City
In an elegant room on the third floor of Wanbao Pavilion, Zhao Sheng and a middle-aged man with a kind face and a plain silk robe sat side by side.
At this time, on the table in front of the two of them, there were seven or eight kinds of gleaming knives, swords, towers, cards and other medium and high-grade magic weapons.
Zhao Sheng was holding a bowl of spiritual tea and sipping it carefully, while the middle-aged man picked up the magical artifacts one by one and carefully appraised them.
After a while, the middle-aged man put down the purple gold medal, the last magical artifact, and said with a smile: "Senior Zhao, please wait for a long time. These magical artifacts are in good condition, and the internal restrictions are intact. I have collected them all in Wanbao Pavilion."
"I wonder how many spiritual stones your pavilion can produce?" Zhao Sheng put down the tea cup and asked.
The middle-aged man immediately said: "How about packing a total of eight thousand spirit stones?"
"Okay, let's take this price." Zhao Sheng readily agreed.
These magic weapons were only a small part of his unexpected harvest last time. Selling so many spiritual stones was beyond his expectation.
The middle-aged man was a little surprised when he heard this. He thought the other party would bargain for a price, but he didn't expect...
"Senior Zhao, wait a moment. Go down and come back."
"Wait a minute," Zhao Sheng called him.
"Senior Zhao, what are your orders?" The middle-aged man turned around and asked.
Zhao Sheng said: "I need a second-level defensive array. Does your pavilion have it in stock now?"
Hearing this, the middle-aged man smiled and said: "My Wanbao Pavilion is backed by Bailian Sect, so there is no shortage of second-level magic formations. Please wait a moment, and I will bring back a few sets to show to my seniors."
After a while, the middle-aged man returned to the private room with two storage bags.
"Senior, please see, I have three sets of second-level defensive formations here. The first set is the Yimu Formation. This formation can produce countless ironwoods. As long as the energy of Yimu does not dissipate, it can be restored countless times. It is the most tenacious.
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Zhao Sheng was noncommittal about this.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man poured out dozens of golden formation bases and introduced: "This is the Lijin Formation. It is good at attacking and defending. Once attacked from outside, it will produce countless Lijin arrows to kill the enemy.
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"Next!"
"This is a second-level stone wall formation. It can produce hundreds of stone walls. The wall is harder than gold and iron. If it can be combined with the earth element spiritual veins, the defense strength of this formation will be at least doubled."
Zhao Sheng's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he immediately asked: "How many spiritual stones are needed for this formation?"
Seeing this, the middle-aged man smiled and said, "It's not expensive at all. It only costs ten thousand spiritual stones."
Zhao Sheng bargained with him and finally won it with 9,400 spirit stones.
After leaving Wanbao Pavilion, Zhao Sheng put on a talisman robe and walked through two markets before arriving at Baofu Fang.
The yard is still the same yard, but the owner has changed.
When the beautiful maid guarding the door saw Zhao Sheng arriving, she quickly said with a smile on her face: "Senior Zhao Wan'an, it's a coincidence that you are here, this party has just begun."
Zhao Sheng nodded to her and walked into the yard.
There are numerous casual cultivators in Dongtian City, and various circles of communication are popular. The Talisman Dao Association is a circle where a group of Talisman masters gather and communicate.
In the past twenty years, Zhao Sheng would come here to take a look every time he came back to Dongtian City.
On the one hand, it is to exchange experience in drawing talismans, and on the other hand, it is also to collect various unique and rare talismans. After all, talismans are broad and profound, and it is absolutely not advisable to work behind closed doors.
The decoration of the gathering hall is similar to that of decades ago, but the host has been replaced by a second-level talisman master. The original owner, Mr. Wei, passed away thirteen years ago.
Over the years, Zhao Sheng has been regarded as a celebrity in the Talisman Cultivator Association. He is not only generous with his money, but also has a wide variety of talismans in his hands. Many Talisman Masters who are short of money often take the initiative to trade with him.
After Zhao Sheng chatted with a group of acquaintances for a while, he skillfully walked into the private room next to the hall and waited for the talisman master seeking a deal to come to the door.
After waiting for a while, there was a knock on the door.
"Please come in!" Zhao Sheng said loudly.
As soon as he finished speaking, a thin old man with a long face and thick eyebrows opened the door and slipped in with a shy face. At the same time, he said with a flattering smile: "Senior Zhao, I'm sorry for bothering you."
When Zhao Sheng saw the person coming, he raised his eyebrows inadvertently, but still said with a smile: "It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Wei, please sit down."
The visitor's name is Wei Youquan, a sixth-level qi-refining cultivator.
After Mr. Wei died, this guy claimed to be related to Mr. Wei, and suddenly broke into the Wei family in the name of offering condolences, but later occupied the Wei family's property.
Thanks to his cleverness, he found a backer in time and donated most of his family property, so he could barely keep the remaining half.
Wei Youquan was a cunning and uneducated man. Over the years, the Wei family's property had been completely destroyed by him.
In recent years, Zhao Sheng has acquired many rare talismans from him. The first-level talismans are the most numerous, and there are even three or four types of second-level true talismans.
Although he was a regular customer, Zhao Sheng still didn't want to see him.
Wei Youquan walked closer and sat down quickly.
Zhao Sheng asked: "Fellow Daoist Wei, are there new talismans that you want to take out today? Should we follow the old rules?"
Wei Youquan nodded with a flattering smile and said: "Just follow the old rules and exchange for the spirit stone. Anyway, I can't draw talismans."
As he spoke, he took out a blood-red, palm-sized paper talisman from his arms and handed it to Zhao Sheng.
Also handed over was a piece of paper covered with writing.
Zhao Sheng smelled the strong smell of blood on the talisman, his eyes narrowed, and he did not take over, but asked solemnly: "What kind of talisman is this? Demonic or evil way?"
Wei Youquan was stunned when he heard this, and quickly replied: "Senior Zhao, don't get me wrong. This talisman is called the Blood Refining Talisman. It has the function of condensing blood essence. It is not an evil Taoist talisman with endless troubles. You will know it at a glance."
As he spoke, he passed the paper with the refining method forward.
Zhao Sheng thought for a while, took it, and looked at it carefully.
Only half of the refining method is written on it, but it is not weird. Instead, it is quite satisfactory and has an obvious Taoist style, which is not at all like the painting style of the evil Taoist style.
The most important thing is that to draw this talisman, only the blood of the person who draws the talisman is needed, and there is no need to collect the blood of others.