When the strange footsteps were dozens of steps away, the little Taoist priest immediately closed his eyes, holding the peach wood sword in his hand, and kept mumbling something unknown.
Those spells were really obscure and difficult to understand. Even though there were only a few steps between me and him, I still couldn't hear what he was chanting.
Just as he continued to recite the mantra, under my yin and yang eyes, the peach wood sword in the little Taoist priest's hand seemed to burn all of a sudden.
His whole body was covered with a layer of light yellow light. I took a deep breath. This kid was desperate this time. Now I can only do my best and obey fate.
In order to avoid being disturbed, I simply turned my head away without looking at the desperate little Taoist priest behind me.
The Divine Weapon Heavenly Descend Talisman is a high-level talisman in Qingwei Taishu's true interpretation.
According to what the master said at the time, if I could draw the Divine Weapon Talisman, then I would truly be able to protect myself in this world.
However, the spiritual ink required to draw this kind of talisman is very special. To draw an ordinary talisman, all you need is cinnabar and a drop of your own fingertip blood, plus rooster blood by the way.
But to draw such an advanced talisman, ordinary cinnabar and rooster blood cannot carry the energy required for the talisman.
If you want to draw this kind of talisman, you need to collect the blood from the tongue of the person who draws the talisman, plus a drop of blood from the fingertips of each of the ten fingers, and finally mix a drop of heart blood, so that it can carry huge energy.
Don't think that it's just a few drops of blood. Although the blood on the fingertips and the tip of the tongue are precious, apart from a little pain, they don't do much harm to the human body.
But the heart blood is different. According to what the master said, ordinary people can only take out three drops at most in a month.
If it is too much, it will damage longevity.
Even for a cultivator like me, the most I can get in a month is ten drops of blood.
If it is any more, it will be consuming your own life.
The situation is urgent now and I have no other option.
After finding a few blank spells, I could only take the coffin nail and start drawing blood from my fingertips, tongue and heart.
My fingers were connected to my heart, my tongue was extremely sensitive, and the heart blood was located on my chest. The process of taking blood naturally made me tremble with pain.
It took a lot of effort to collect the required twelve drops of blood, but I didn't dare to write for a long time.
"I told you to hurry up. If you keep dragging on, both of us will die here today!"
Seeing that there was no movement from my side, the little Taoist priest shouted breathlessly while fighting.
Although his voice sounds full of energy now, I know in my heart that he is simply drinking poison to quench his thirst.
This guy's injuries are so serious, and his physical strength is actually almost at its limit. Even if he takes a nap and recovers, how much strength can he still have?
Last time I just faced a few bronze corpses and almost lost my life, let alone this time I faced a gold corpse...
You know, this guy is definitely in an extremely dangerous situation right now.
In a hurry, I recalled the records in Qingwei Taishu's True Interpretation several times in my mind, and after gesticulating in the void with my hand several times, I finally made up my mind to dip the tip of my pen into the blood in the bamboo tube, and pointed towards it.
He drew on the blank talisman paper on the ground.
As soon as I started writing, I felt that the pen in my hand seemed to be of great weight.
If it weren't for the immense strength of my right hand, I estimate that I might not even be able to hold on for three seconds.
The sound of fighting behind me became louder and louder, but I could only close my eyes and concentrate on the pen in my hand.
There are thirteen changes in the position of the Talisman's head alone. I only drew the 11th change, and I already felt that my right hand seemed to be stuck in the mud.
Every time I move a millimeter, I feel that my whole body needs to expend a huge amount of force.
If I hadn't gritted my teeth and persisted, I'm afraid this talisman would have been useless long ago.
This is the first time that I have prayed so devoutly in my heart for the blessing of my ancestor.
After all, this kind of talisman is not the messy talisman I usually draw. It doesn't matter if it fails once or twice, I just have to draw it again.
According to my own estimation, even if I don't consider the time issue, I can only draw one or two paintings in a day.
After all, every millimeter the tip moves on the talisman paper requires a lot of effort.
My physical strength was already far from its peak, and now it is naturally even more difficult.
I'm afraid that after finishing this picture, if it fails, I won't have enough strength to try the second one.
However, just because the painting process is so slow, it gives me a lot of time to think.
Almost every movement of the pen tip is the result of countless rehearsals in the mind.
I suddenly discovered that if I slowed down the speed of drawing the talisman, the chance of success in drawing the talisman seemed to be much higher.
After making this discovery, I immediately felt refreshed.
After more than a minute, I finally finished drawing the talisman of the God of War and Heaven's Surrender in my hand.
Even I didn't expect that I could actually accomplish this.
Can you do it? I can’t even bear it anymore!”
Just when my heart was filled with ecstasy, the screams of the little Taoist priest came from behind me.
"Give me another five minutes!"
I caught a cold and took a deep breath to collect myself.
Everything is difficult at the beginning, not to mention that this talisman is extremely complicated.
Fortunately, the most difficult part is finally over, and the remaining part of the talisman is much simpler.
I don’t know if it’s because my skills in drawing symbols have really improved, or if it’s because this thing really isn’t as difficult as I thought.
As time passed by, I actually persisted to the last few parts of the 32 changing talismans.
The sounds of fighting around me seemed to be getting farther and farther away, and the sound of my own breathing also began to fade away. Slowly, it seemed that only the pen in my hand was left in my entire world.
That kind of suspended state made me seem to be out of touch with the original world. I seemed to have come to a space where I was the only one.
With the movement of the pen tip, I could feel a suspended force slowly pouring into the ordinary yellow paper through the pen barrel in my hand.
When the last stroke came down, all my strength seemed to be drained from my whole body. My energy and energy seemed to be like a flood that had opened a gate. Through the pen in my hand, I kept rushing into the ordinary piece of paper.
of yellow paper.
Is it really still too much?
I couldn't help but smile bitterly. With my current strength, drawing this kind of talisman is simply risking my life...