This rune paper, taken from the fur of the fierce beast, is the strongest endurance of all the rune paper refined by Zhang Xiaohan, when refining this rune paper, Zhang Xiaohan knew what kind of rune paper would be made into in the end, she had been waiting for this time, but when there was really only this rune paper left, Zhang Xiaohan hesitated.
She has always acted decisively, even if there is only one percent of the possibility, she will try, to gamble, there is no retreat in her character, but when she really faced this last rune paper, she suddenly found that she was not so sure at all.
The hand slowly picked up the rune paper, rubbing it gently, the surface of the rune paper still has traces of the pores of the beast, even Zhang Xiaohan can't touch it, it is these pores that have been refined extremely small, so that they can better integrate into the spiritual power carried by the attached pen.
After rubbing it lightly for a while, Zhang Xiaohan waved his hand and put away all the spirit runes, and after a while, he also put away the rune paper.
Sitting on the edge of the waterhole, she slowly began to recover her spiritual power, and after two days and two nights, her spiritual power returned to its peak, but this time she took out the refined refining materials, sacrificed the spiritual fire, and began to refine.
The spiritual fire is converted between the five elements, and the five series of materials can refine spiritual weapons with different attributes, and what she refines is still a flying sword, the style is the same, but the attributes are different.
She was back in the same state as she had that day, and there seemed to be two of her in her body, one focused on the refining weapon, and the other stood in a hidden corner, silently watching.
This time, she felt that she was the one who was silently peeping, waiting for the right moment like a tiger and wolf.
She saw her quiet, her composure, her attentive waiting, ready to move.
Every full moon night, the monk who comes to absorb the moon will see the lonely figure sitting cross-legged on the grass, she has already regarded the waterhole surrounded by the Black Miasma Mountain as a cave, and she has not even imposed a ban.
Sometimes she is refining a weapon, and there are already more than a dozen flying swords scattered around her, and the streamer on the flying sword is flickering, which is clearly an extremely rare spiritual weapon, sometimes she is meditating, and she can feel the spiritual power around the black miasma mountain frantically rushing towards her, and sometimes, she sits with her knees crossed, quietly watching the waterhole in the crashing sound of the waterfall.
Every monk who came here didn't dare to disturb her, the founder of the Black Miasma Mountain, the legendary existence of the Nine Domains.
Every full moon night, Song Chensha will stand on the top of the high mountain, silently watching, he has guarded the Black Miasma Mountain and Zhang Xiaohan for nearly 10,000 years, but he has never felt that the distance from Zhang Xiaohan is so far.
Hibiscus also returned to Black Miasma Mountain, and Zhang Xiaohan didn't even notice that she seemed to be immersed in her own world, and nothing in the outside world could move her.
But no one knew that in this quiet appearance, there was another figure that could not be seen in Zhang Xiaohan's sea of knowledge, and that figure was hidden in the real darkness, watching Zhang Xiaohan's every move.
Finally one day, Zhang Xiaohan stopped refining, and beside her, there were dozens of flying swords, she looked around at the flying swords, waved her hand and rolled up.
Flying swords were thrown in mid-air, as if they were using flying swords to outline a strange formation, if Yu Xiao was here, he would definitely know this formation, and the series of arrangements was the arrangement of the characters on the dementor clock.
This is not only the fundamental principle of talisman making, but also a soul talisman with heaven and earth as the talisman paper and the flying sword as the medium, and in the center of this terrible talisman, Zhang Xiaohan is sitting cross-legged, which is Zhang Xiaohan's natal treasure, the five-element transparent flying sword.
At the moment when the talisman was formed, above the black miasma mountain pool, there was a sudden thunderclap on a sunny day, and a huge aura vortex appeared again with the waterhole as the center.
These auras actually appeared in the form of the five elements aura, and five different colors of aura suddenly appeared from the waterhole, in the lotus, the rocks of the Black Miasma Mountain, and in the distant sky, slowly and rapidly converging in the sky above the deep pool of the Black Miasma Mountain, spinning, gathering, forming a huge, extremely thick multicolored spiritual cloud, and finally covering the entire waterhole.
Such a change alarmed all the monks in the Black Miasma Mountain, but no one dared to enter the Black Miasma Mountain to explore the reality, only the hibiscus stood in the waterfall, looking at Zhang Xiaohan from afar.
Zhang Xiaohan sat quietly on the transparent flying sword, she used her natal treasure weapon as part of the talisman, where the beginning and the end of the pen converged, and she was in this position, and she would bear all the impact on the soul talisman.
Lingyun rolled overhead, the Five Elements Flying Sword trembled in mid-air, and Zhang Xiaohan's sea of knowledge finally faced her inner demon again.
This is a real and strange feeling, the opposite self is strange and familiar, Zhang Xiaohan stared into the eyes of the demon, wanting to see her true thoughts from the eyes of the demon.
The crystal purple qi suddenly bloomed from the heart demon, and the phantom of a giant also emerged, Zhang Xiaohan looked up at the phantom of the giant, slightly distracted.
It was the first time she saw the phantom of Huang Ji, although the appearance of the phantom was very similar to herself, but Zhang Xiaohan still determined at a glance that it was not her, it was Huang Ji.
The heart demon is her own, but the exercises are Huang Ji's, then, does Huang Ji feel that she can't control herself She doesn't think she can fight against Huang Ji, even if her five elements transparent spiritual power after the baby is much more powerful than before, she still doesn't think that she has the possibility of defeating the purple qi.
The purple qi has already surpassed the spiritual power of the five elements, and even the sun true fire among the three true fires has no harm in resisting the purple fire of the purple qi burning, what can she use to defeat the purple qi sacrificed by the heart demon She never thought of winning in spiritual cultivation, nor did she think about winning in divine sense, what she controlled, all the demons in her heart controlled, what she could cast, all the demons in her heart could do, and what she couldn't do, the demons in her heart would do too.
Whether she injured the heart demon, or the heart demon injured her, it was her body that was hurt, and the only thing that was not certain was whether it was the physical body or the divine consciousness that was injured.
Neither physically nor consciously, she didn't want to be harmed.
She looked indifferently at the inner demon, which had been amplified with the help of the soul charm, and the inner demon that had been completely released.
She is her inner demon, but who guarantees that the inner demon will not give birth to another inner demon Knowing the sea, her hand slowly raised, a string of spiritual light crossed, and a strange symbol was born from her fingertips, and at the moment when a little purple light appeared on the fingertips of the heart demon, the colorless spiritual power drew a soul talisman in mid-air.
As soon as the soul talisman was formed, the five-colored spiritual clouds above the waterhole suddenly pressed down, and the flying swords arranged in the form of talismans suddenly trembled and made a buzzing sound, and the sword qi surged, passing over Zhang Xiaohan, forming a clearer talisman array under the spiritual clouds, Lingyun pressed towards the talisman array, and the talisman array greeted Lingyun, with a loud thunderous sound, Lingyun was impacted by the rune array made of sword qi, and the flying swords suddenly stood upright, and the strange light released by the tip of the sword met Lingyun.
At this time, the soul talisman and the purple qi flew towards the opposite side at the same time, and the two actually passed through each other at the same time.
Zhang Xiaohan calmly watched the purple qi attack, this was the most powerful attack force she had ever mastered, but in eight thousand years, she had never used the purple qi once, even within her divine sense, she would not use it.
The fiery red sun true fire appeared on the surface of her body, followed by the colorless spiritual fire, and she quietly looked at the demon in her heart, burning through the purple fire that rushed over.
The heart demon also looked at her quietly, she had already sacrificed a purple phantom, and in the face of the soul charm, she couldn't retreat a step.
Even if Zhang Xiaohan's body can dodge and retreat in the sea of knowledge, in the face of the demons, Zhang Xiaohan doesn't want to take a step back, how many years, she can't remember how many years, the only thing she still remembers is that she is used to never retreating.
The purple fire burned and rushed over, the sun true fire went up, and in an instant the flame burned, and the sun true fire was extinguished instantly, followed by the five elements colorless spiritual fire.
Zhang Xiaohan looked at the heart demon indifferently, indifferently watched the purple fire sweep through his body, and indifferently watched the soul dementor disappear into the heart demon's body.
Her eyes were covered with purple light, her eyes were full of purple flames beating, she didn't look down, she had already seen the tongue of fire rolled up in her clothes, she couldn't tell whether it was the body or the soul burning, the moment the pain hit, she suddenly thought of the Xiao Xiao, thought of the scene on the rock wall.
She looked at the demon silently, at the demon's wide eyes, at the demon's body disintegrating under the soul charm, and then, she saw a lonely purple phantom.
There was only a purple shadow in her eyes, only the flame of purple fire, the bright starry sky in the sea of knowledge was eclipsed under the flames, and the small tree that was not very tall was slowly withering.
The five-colored spirit cloud was drilling into the flying sword, and the flying sword gathered spiritual power to spread to the transparent flying immortal in the center, and the five-element transparent flying sword suddenly brightened, and the pure five-element spiritual power poured into Zhang Xiaohan's body.
In the purple flames, Zhang Xiaohan went deep into his arm for the second time, counted with his index finger, and a little spiritual light was released from the flames, and another soul talisman was formed in the void.
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The soul talisman flew towards the purple phantom, Zhang Xiaohan in the flames showed a mocking smile, and there was a slight hesitation in the phantom's eyes, and the soul talisman had already submerged into her body.
Spiritual power poured in like a tide, running wildly in the meridians, the small tree of divine consciousness continued to wither, and the sea of consciousness was gradually dimming.
The phantom's face suddenly showed a painful look, she seemed to remember something, struggling to remember, but under the effect of the soul charm, she had to remember, her expression gradually turned from pain to anger, she stared at Zhang Xiaohan, suddenly took a step, and walked towards Zhang Xiaohan.
Above the waterhole, the five-colored spiritual clouds continued to submerge into the flying sword, surrounding Zhang Xiaohan, her demeanor was serene and peaceful, as if she was cultivating, but no one would have thought that within the sea of consciousness, her soul was being scorched by the purple flames, and the sea of consciousness seemed to be collapsing, and the small tree of divine consciousness had completely withered.
Zhang Xiaohan barely tilted his head, staring at the phantom figure that was walking step by step, his mind was the body of the same flame burning on the rock wall, and he seemed to hear a howl of unwilling pain in his ears.
It was destined that she got the inheritance in the petroglyphs, and she will also get the fate in the petroglyphs It was the pain of burning the soul, she was already familiar with it, she had sworn that she would never try such pain again, but in the face of the will of the strong, how ridiculous such an oath was.
Her mind seemed to be blurry, but her vision was still clear, and she saw the phantom coming towards her, getting closer, and seeing more clearly.
The appearance is vaguely her own, but it's definitely not her, it turns out that Huang Ji wants to assimilate with her She raised her hand again, and with the only remaining sanity, she once again sketched out the dementor talisman, so close, the last stroke seemed to be directly portrayed on the phantom's body, watching the phantom once again show its struggle, Zhang Xiaohan smiled.
Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs.
Her hand fell heavily, her vision blurred at last, the pain seemed to fade away, and she closed her eyes, not seeing the phantom struggling to turn into a spiritual light and disappear.
In the sea of knowledge, those characters that can't be understood slowly float out, losing the control of their divine sense, they seem to be arranged very unneatly, floating aimlessly in the sea of knowledge, but if you look closely, you will find that they actually follow certain rules.
Zhihai has been so dim that it is barely half of the light, only Zhang Xiaohan's weak and sleeping soul is still burning by the purple fire, these characters also seem to be attracted by this purple fire, slowly drifting past, when approaching Zhang Xiaohan's soul, the first word suddenly broke out of the arrangement and submerged into Zhang Xiaohan's body.
The weakened and almost transparent body seemed to be replenished with energy, and this character slowly disappeared in the soul, Zhang Xiaohan moved slightly, and the pain hit, almost making her lose herself in pain again.
Another character was submerged in the soul, Zhang Xiaohan gradually woke up, she looked left and right in confusion, her body was still burning with purple fire, and a long list of characters revolved around her soul.
After experiencing a lot of pain, it is not so difficult, Zhang Xiaohan quickly understood the changes in Zhihai, and understood that it was these characters that she had not understood that were supplementing her soul.
She reached out and lightly touched the next character, who easily submerged into her soul, and her body solidified a little more.
She ignored the burning purple fire, as if the purple fire name did not exist, and the divine soul continued to grow, and was constantly burned by the purple fire, as if the entire divine soul was undergoing training, and in the process of growing and calcining again and again, her mind became stronger and stronger.
With the recovery of the divine soul, the starlight of the sea of consciousness gradually appeared, and the withered divine consciousness tree was slowly growing, only the same thing remained the burning purple fire, and Zhang Xiaohan's more and more condensed divine soul, and more and more determined gaze.
The pain is already painful to the extreme, but it is precisely because of the extreme pain that all the hidden emotions in the heart can be released, and all the demons in the heart can be forced out to defeat her and defeat her.
What is she afraid of is not death, she will never be afraid of death, what she is afraid of is to be burned like a flute, what she is afraid of is to give in to the burning.
And now, the most terrible thing she has tried and experienced, then, there is nothing that can make her give in. t1706231537: