A seal of immortality

Chapter 143 Mutation
After half an hour, Wang Changsheng returned to his residence.

Now that you know the rules, then make targeted exercises in advance, and your chances of winning will be greater then.

Ten dozen blank talisman papers, that is, 120 talisman papers. The first criterion for judging is the number of runes on the talisman seals. Among the talisman seals that Wang Changsheng can draw now, the number of runes in the Fire Dragon Talisman is the largest, with 72. But the success rate is not very high.

As far as Wang Changsheng knew, no more than ten people could draw 72 runes on blank talisman paper. In other words, if he wanted to enter the top ten, he only needed to draw a fire dragon talisman.

But there are no absolutes in the world. Maybe there are more than ten talisman makers who can draw 72 runes. Therefore, Wang Changsheng must draw a few more fire dragon talismans. The problem is that there are only ten dozen blank talisman papers. How should they be distributed? !

The fire dragon talisman is composed of 72 fire attribute runes. When drawing, if there is a mistake in the number of one rune, the drawing will fail. Therefore, the success rate of Wang Changsheng's drawing fire dragon talisman is not very high. Five dozen blank talisman papers It is only possible to draw a piece of paper, which is not bad, sometimes twenty dozen blank talisman papers may not be able to draw a fire dragon talisman.

If you draw a talisman with a smaller number of runes, the success rate is relatively high. It may be no problem to enter the top [-], but it is unlikely to be the top ten.

After an hour of ideological struggle, Wang Changsheng made a decision. Use five dozen blank talisman papers to draw the fire dragon talisman, and the remaining five dozen blank talisman papers to draw the lightning talisman. The remaining five dozen blank talisman papers were used to draw lightning-inducing talismans. In this way, even if they could not enter the top ten, there was still hope for the top [-].

After thinking about this, Wang Changsheng took a bath and changed his clothes, moved the wooden table outside the yard, took out the talisman making tools, and began to practice drawing fire dragon talismans and lightning talismans.

Wang Changsheng held his breath and focused his eyes on the talisman paper in front of him, not daring to breathe. 49 fire attribute runes had already been drawn on the talisman paper, and 23 more runes would be successful. careless.

When the Dao rune was drawn halfway, the spiritual power on the rune paper suddenly became disordered, showing signs of going berserk.

Wang Changsheng threw the talisman paper forward without hesitation, and quickly took a defensive talisman for himself.

With a loud bang, the talisman burst open and turned into a huge ball of flames. An unbearable heat wave rushed towards Wang Changsheng. Fortunately, Wang Changsheng took a water cover talisman for himself. It's okay to feel hot.

The air wave blew the wooden table over, and the things on the table were scattered on the ground, and the teapot and teacups were all broken.

Seeing this situation, Wang Changsheng smiled wryly. Fortunately, he had the foresight, otherwise he might have burned the house down just now.

Sighing, Wang Changsheng took off the water talisman on his body, set the wooden table, and picked up the things on the ground.

"Hiss," when Wang Changsheng picked up the broken teacup, the finger of Wang Changsheng's right hand was accidentally cut, and blood flowed out immediately.

Wang Changsheng didn't care, he carefully picked up the broken teacup with his left hand, threw it into the earth pit that had already been dug, and then filled it up.

The cinnabar was stained with a little dust, so it must not be used anymore, and the bristles of the talisman brush were also stained with dust, so it had to be cleaned.

After Wang Changsheng cleaned up the things on the ground, he walked towards the well holding the talisman pen.

He threw the black talisman pen into the barrel, and cleaned the bristles carefully. By the way, Wang Changsheng also cleaned the wound on his right finger.

After washing and washing, Wang Changsheng was surprised to find that a dazzling black light lit up on the surface of the black talisman pen, flickering non-stop, looking extremely mysterious.

"What's going on? There's nothing unusual about this well water! Could it be..." Wang Changsheng seemed to have thought of something, looking at the wound on his right finger.

He had cleaned the black talisman pen before, and nothing like this happened. Now, after the well water was stained with some of his blood, this strange phenomenon appeared on the black talisman pen.

It stands to reason that this talisman pen is a magic weapon, but if it is not injected with mana, it is a dead thing, and now it is stained with some Wang Changsheng's blood, and there is such a change, which makes him puzzled .

"Could it be a magic weapon?" Such a thought flashed through Wang Changsheng's mind, and he looked at the black talisman pen with some fiery eyes.

The magic weapon, the magical weapon used by monks above the alchemy stage, can be changed in size at will, has the power to shake the world, and needs blood to recognize the master before it can be used.

But soon, Wang Changsheng vetoed his own idea. The magic weapon is a magic weapon that can only be used by monks above the alchemy stage. The mana consumes a lot. monk.

"Could it be that this is a special magic weapon? It can be used as long as you recognize the owner?" After thinking about it, Wang Changsheng felt that only this reason could explain it.

Wang Changsheng felt very excited when he thought that he actually possessed a magic weapon. After the excitement passed, he calmed down again.

Although the sect advocates solidarity and friendship, if news spreads that he owns a magic weapon, even if those uncles and elders don’t know how to snatch it, they will take it away by other means. Therefore, the existence of this magic weapon must not let the second person Know.

As for tomorrow's talisman-making competition, Wang Changsheng still has a talisman pen in his hand, which can also be used to draw talisman seals.

But then again, the black talisman pen can create dreams, allowing him to contact and draw talisman seals. Other than that, Wang Changsheng doesn't know anything about other functions.

The light of the black talisman gradually dimmed, and finally returned to its original state. It looked like an ordinary talisman.

Since it is a magic weapon, it needs to be dripped with blood essence to recognize the owner. The previous one was just ordinary blood.

Thinking of this, Wang Changsheng bit a finger, squeezed out a drop of bright red blood, and dripped it into the black talisman pen.

The blood essence of a cultivator is different from ordinary blood. If you lose too much blood, you will be fine after taking a pill and resting for a while, but if you lose too much essence blood, you will be seriously injured, and you may even die. It can be solved with just one elixir, but it will take years or even decades of recuperation. Excessive loss of essence and blood will leave sequelae even after recuperation.

Therefore, Wang Changsheng just dripped a drop of blood into the black talisman pen.

It can be seen that this drop of blood essence dripped on the black talisman pen and was quickly absorbed by it, but the strange thing is that the black talisman pen is normal, and there is no trace of light.

Seeing this situation, Wang Changsheng frowned, squeezed out another drop of blood, and dripped it into the black talisman pen.

The black talisman quickly absorbed the drop of blood essence, but there was still no reaction.

Wang Changsheng hesitated for a moment, squeezed out another drop of blood, and dripped it on the black talisman pen.

Just like that, Wang Changsheng squeezed out nine drops of blood essence and dripped them on the black talisman pen, but the black talisman pen still didn't respond.

After doing all this, Wang Changsheng's face was slightly pale, and his breath was a little weak.

Just when Wang Changsheng was considering whether to squeeze out another drop of blood, the black talisman pen suddenly burst into black light, which was a bit dazzling, Wang Changsheng closed his eyes subconsciously, and then, after a dizziness came from his mind, he said something Things do not know.

After the black talisman pen emitted a burst of dazzling black light, it circled around Wang Changsheng who was unconscious on the ground, and finally flew into Wang Changsheng's dantian and disappeared.

Fortunately, today is Xiaobi's day, most of the disciples who live on Cyanwood Peak have gone to participate in the competition, and with the cyan mask covering the yard, no one can see the dazzling black light from the black talisman pen, even if they see it I don't think too much about it.

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Somewhere in the Taiqing Palace, there is a wide plain surrounded by mountains on three sides, and a black stone pagoda hundreds of feet high stands on the plain, which is extremely eye-catching.

There are dense black and white spirit patterns all over the black stone tower. There is no one around the stone tower. With the giant tower as the center, there are faint forbidden fluctuations within a hundred miles. There are many huge bones scattered on the ground. It seems that It seems to be left by some kind of large monster, and there are quite a few of them.

Hundreds of miles away from the giant tower, there were several teams of disciples in uniform black costumes patrolling the air, each with a cold expression, their vigilant eyes sweeping around from time to time.

On the mountain peaks around the giant tower, there are magnificent palaces, and a large number of disciples wearing black clothes come in and out.

At this time, on the top of the black stone tower, in a bright space, on an unusually wide black stone platform.

The platform is made of black stone slabs, and each black stone slab is engraved with dense silver spirit patterns, which looks extremely mysterious.

In the center of the platform, there is a magic circle more than ten feet in size. The magic circle is covered by a layer of colorful light curtain, and various runes flow on the light curtain.

A middle-aged man with a skinny face sat cross-legged on top of the magic circle. The middle-aged man was unusually tall and burly, with his eyes closed, his skin dark, and the black robe on his body somewhat tattered.

The hands and feet of the middle-aged man were locked by a black chain with the thickness of a bowl. A large number of silver spirit patterns were engraved on the black chain, and the other end of the chain was deeply sunk into the ground.

Around the black stone platform, there are ten stone pillars more than ten feet high. Each stone pillar is as thick as four or five people hugging each other. There are a large number of colorful spirit patterns engraved on it. On the top of each stone pillar, there is a figure plate. Sitting on a stone pillar.

Each of these figures closed their eyes tightly, and there was no trace of mana fluctuations on their bodies, as if they had fallen into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, the black-robed man sitting on top of the circle opened his eyes, the eyeballs turned out to be a strange dark green. He seemed to have sensed something, stood up, pulled the chain on his body and made a "cracking" sound.

The black-robed man stared at the sky, with a thoughtful expression on his face, and muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Could it be an illusion?"

(End of this chapter)