Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 626 Immortals lose their benevolence, Buddhas lose their mercy

Only this time, the talisman net in front of Sang Xiaoman trembled slightly, and he survived the bombardment of more than a hundred wind and thunder cannons.

What's even more weird is that when the Fenglei Cannon was in a stalemate with the rune net, streaks of purple lightning protruded from the rune net like tentacles, frantically tearing and devouring the spiritual power released by the Fenglei Cannon.

As a result of this round of wind and thunder, not only did Sang Xiaoman's talisman not dim, but it became stronger, and the streaks of purple lightning floating in it began to faintly show the power of thunder.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Huazi's fourth round of wind and thunder guns arrived as scheduled.

After filling enough spirit stones, the wind and thunder cannon's attack will not stop unless the spirit power of the spirit stones is exhausted, and even the cloud ships in the sky cannot move.

But this time, after more than a hundred beams of light crashed down, the talisman net in front of Sang Xiaoman didn't even sway, and lay across the sky of the ancestral hall like a rock.

The weird purple lightning was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, entangled with the beam of light the moment it fell, greedily devouring the spiritual power of the wind and thunder cannon.

There is no doubt that Sang Xiaoman's rune network has grown again.

Wen Huazi, who had always been confident, also panicked at this time.

It was the first time he had seen anything that could withstand the bombardment of the wind and thunder cannon so easily. With the salvo of more than a hundred wind and thunder cannons, even a saint-level cultivator could only retreat, and there was no way to fight against it. You must know this But the Xianmeng is an invincible killing weapon.

"What the hell is this rune net?"

He looked at Sang Wuxian with a puzzled face.

As one of the strongest talisman masters in the Sang family, how could he not be able to see what it was if others couldn't see it?
In fact, he had already seen some clues during the second round of the wind and thunder cannon bombardment, but he never wanted to admit it in his heart. When he saw Sang Xiaoman's spirit enter the Sanji state, he was completely ashamed, no matter how unwilling he was. Admit it, the facts are in front of you.

"If my guess is correct, this should be the secret of the untransmitted celestial veins, the eighth-grade talisman of the Sang family."

After hesitating for a while, Sang Wuyin finally spoke.

"Eight-rank talisman, isn't the highest talisman in this world only seven?"

Wen Huazi was astonished.

"This is a secret that only the Sang family knows."

Sang Wuyin looked miserable.

"Then what should we do now?"

Wen Huazi suddenly panicked.

Before Sang Wuyin could reply, the fifth round of wind and thunder cannons fell again.

This time, it still failed to hurt any Rune Net.

On the contrary, the purple electric light on the talisman net became thicker and thicker, and the power of thunder with a destructive aura also became thicker and thicker.

When the bursts of purple lightning devoured all the power of this round of wind and thunder cannons, Sang Xiaoman, who had been pointing to the sky, suddenly overlapped his palms forward and pushed forward violently while He cleared his eyes with a stern look.

With this clear drink, her powerful soul power poured out again, and purple lightning began to outline runes one after another on the top of her rune net. These runes were not as dense as before, but each one was different. They are very large, and they are scattered in all directions of the rune net. Some runes are even located in the east of Cloud Whale City and one in the west of the city.

And these runes that are far apart are finally connected by the purple electricity, forming a brand new huge cloud pattern in the sky above the rune network.

After a cloud talisman was formed, another cloud talisman was immediately formed on top of this cloud talisman.

But in an instant, the huge cloud talisman made up of those weird runes has already stacked nine layers above the rune net.

It's just that each floor is a circle smaller than the floor below, and it looks like the top of a circular pagoda from a distance.

Almost at the same moment when this "talent tower" appeared, Wen Huazi's sixth round of wind and thunder guns fell.

This time, the wind and thunder cannon was completely reduced to the nourishment of this "talisman tower".

Hundreds of horrifying beams of light shot down from the cloud boat were completely swallowed up by this "talisman tower" in an instant, without even having time to stir up a ripple of spiritual power.

And after fully absorbing the spiritual power of these wind and thunder cannons, the clouds on this talisman tower began to rotate, layer upon layer like nine huge grinding discs, and every time they rotated a layer, the entire talisman tower would light up Up one point.

When the nine layers of cloud talismans had turned around, a purple lightning glow in the shape of a spear suddenly appeared in the center of the Talisman Tower.

When the nine-story cloud talisman rotates for another turn, the purple lightning glow will also grow thicker.

"That's right, this is the ancestral talisman of the Sang family, the eighth-grade cloud talisman that cuts down the sky!"

Seeing this purple lightning that had condensed into a substance, an elderly Sang family talisman exclaimed.

"Heaven-cutting blade, this is really the Sang family's cutting-edge blade."

"300 more years? 3000 years? My clan's Heavenly Blade hasn't appeared since the first battle with the Buddha Kingdom!"

The aged talisman masters of the Sang family looked at the huge talisman tower above their heads, and suddenly they all bowed down.

In the Immortal Mansion, there is an almost blind worship for the strong, whether they are cultivators or talisman masters. If the totems of the secular world are gods and Buddhas, then the totems of the Immortal Mansion are genuine strong men.

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"Is there no way to crack this Heaven Cutting Blade?"

After the sixth round of wind and thunder cannon attacks were useless, Wen Huazi's face turned completely pale, and he lost his mind for a while.

"Yes." Sang Wuyin said with a wry smile, "Another eighth-grade cloud talisman mending the sky shield."

Seeing that Wen Huazi was still puzzled, he sighed and explained:

"In order to deal with powerful enemies, the ancestors of the Sang family used the power of the whole family and spent thousands of years to create two unprecedented and powerful talismans based on 640 unique cloud talismans of eight paths and seven ranks. We call them the Sang family. Ancestral talismans, that is, these eighth-grade talismans, one of which is the sky-slashing blade you saw, and the other is the sky-replenishing shield, and the two talismans happen to be mutually reinforcing."

"But why haven't I heard of it before?"

Wen Huazi was puzzled.

"The ancestral talisman is the secret of the ancestral characters. Secondly, the complexity is not comparable to that of ordinary talismans. There are 740 runes alone. You must know that a great talisman master has acquired The runes are only a few hundred, so no one has learned even the Tianzi Meridian in the past few thousand years."

Sang Wuxian smiled wryly.

In fact, there is one thing he hasn't said yet, and this is what makes him feel disheartened at the moment.

According to the ancestral records of the Sang family, these two eighth-grade talismans have been jointly completed by the talisman masters of the Sang family since their creation. At most one time, even hundreds of top talisman masters of the Sang family were used to barely complete it. After that, the ancestral talisman of the Sang family never appeared again.

But today, Sang Xiaoman managed to accomplish this Heaven Slashing Blade with his own strength, which even the ancestors of the Sang family failed to do.

So even if he got the drawing method of these two talismans, he couldn't do it like Sang Xiaoman. Sang Wuyin finally realized that the gap between him and Sang Xiaoman was already close to the distance between heaven and earth.

This is where he really feels hopeless.

Sang Xiaoman, who was holding the sky with both palms, benefited Sang Xiaoman who was on the ruined wall, suddenly looked like a fairy of nine heavens, and recited aloud:

"My descendants of the Sang family must remember that immortals lose their benevolence, Buddhas lose their mercy, and monsters run rampant..."

It was only she who read a sentence, and the aged cultivators standing in the ancestral hall stood upright one by one with a solemn expression, and began to chant in unison:
"Troubled times are approaching, I use talismans to defeat immortals and Buddhas, guard the mountain gates, restore the sun and the moon to the sky, and keep the peace of the common people. This is the fate of my family, although death cannot be avoided..."

Some things that the Sang family had forgotten for a long time, like the ancestral teachings of the Sang family, were finally remembered by some people.

The Sang family in Yanzhou has always been different from other forces in the Shizhou Xianmen. They are a group of desperate refugees. They have no noble blood and no family inheritance. Every talisman is the painstaking efforts of countless people day and night. A sect that was truly established from scratch by ordinary civilians.

And amidst the chanting, the last round of wind and thunder cannons fell.

And the huge purple lightning spear bred in the talisman tower burst out almost at the same time, and the "roar" sound that tore through the air was like the shouts of countless people in unison.

In the end, this purple lightning spear penetrated the barrier of the cloud ship fleet, and the purple lightning will be the closest. Dozens of cloud ships that did not have time to evacuate were directly torn into pieces, and the pieces of the cloud ship were like paper scraps Floating over the sky of Cloud Whale City.

But not everyone thinks so, such as Sang Wuxian.

As early as when the Heaven Cutting Blade was shot, he had already fled outside the ancestral hall with Sang Wuyin.

"Open the little Heavenly Punishment Formation."

He and Sang Wuyin stood on the bow of an escaped cloud boat, looking at Sang Xiaoman standing in the ancestral hall, with cold eyes.

"You don't want the ancestral talisman of the Sang family?"

Wen Huazi on the side asked.

"Just pretend that the Sang family never had this thing."

Sang Wuyin's tone was cold.

After seeing Sang Xiaoman's ability to draw the ancestral talisman by himself, he knew that no matter what he did, he couldn't do it. In his opinion, since he couldn't do it, there is no need for anyone in the ten states to do it .

"Alright, I think that even if I spend my whole life, my swordsmanship will not be able to reach the level of the remnants of the autumn water, but if he disappears, I will still be the number one swordsman in the ten states."

Sang Wuyin also nodded.

Faced with a mountain that is higher than themselves, some people choose to work hard to make themselves taller, while others choose to let that higher mountain disappear.

(End of this chapter)