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Shen Luo's footsteps flashed, a shadow of the moon flickered, and his figure disappeared from the original place in an instant. Suddenly, he flashed and appeared behind the silver-armored heavenly soldier.

The latter also reacted very quickly. His waist was motionless, but the long spear in his hand made a roar like a dragon's roar. His upper body suddenly twisted, and the spear head suddenly stabbed back. It was an extremely beautiful return spear.

A snow-white vortex suddenly appeared on the tip of the spear, and the cold air in it rushed straight to Shen Luo's heart.

Shen Luo rushed forward quickly, and it was too late to dodge. He could only shout and use the Huangting Sutra with all his strength. The power of the four dragons and four elephants was added to his whole body. The hand that was waving the whip was retracted, and the other hand turned into a huge dragon claw and grabbed the tip of the spear.

A sharp sound of "clang".

The silver spear suddenly nailed into the palm of the dragon claw, and the vortex of the spear tip rotated violently. An extremely powerful twisting force came out from it, carrying bursts of extremely penetrating cold air, attacking Shen Luo. . .

Shen Luo's arm made a "crackling" sound, and a layer of snow-white ice crystals spread from the center of his claws, quickly freezing his entire arm, and bursts of bone-penetrating coldness continued to penetrate into the bone marrow.

"Although I have advanced to the Soul Condensation Stage, my lifespan is still pitifully short compared to that of cultivators of the same level. I can't fall so easily again." Shen Luo said in his heart.

While thinking, twenty veins in his body lit up at the same time, and an extremely powerful wave of mana surged, and the dragon claw arm also shook violently, bursts of light penetrated the body, shattering all the ice.

Shen Luo rushed forward with his dragon claws, grabbed the silver spear, and pulled it suddenly. The silver-armored heavenly soldier was pulled in front of him. He held the six-chen whip tightly in his other hand and immediately smashed it on his head.

Seeing that he couldn't pull back the spear, the silver-armored heavenly soldier had to loosen his hands and blocked his head with his arms crossed.

There was a muffled "bang".

The black light on the six-chen whip exploded, and the silver-armored heavenly soldier's arms were broken. His head was smashed to pieces, and his body gradually dissipated. Only a white light shot out from it and flew into Shen Luo's body.

Shen Luo felt the white light merge into his soul, and before he could examine it carefully, he had returned to the golden hall.

At this moment, he had put away the power of the dragon elephant, and looked down at his left hand. He only saw a red bruise on his arm under his sleeve, and there were actually wisps of cold air swirling inside, which had not dissipated.

"Now my life is precious, I have to be more careful in the future battles. Even though my cultivation has skyrocketed, I still lack combat experience." Shen Luo recalled the sudden attack from the heavenly soldiers just now, and thought to himself with some lingering fear.

At this moment, not far in front of him, the golden pagoda in the hand of the golden armored heavenly general shone brightly, and another golden pill flew out and flew towards him.

Shen Luo caught the golden pill, and with a thought in his mind, he turned and left the hall.

When he came to the outside of the hall, he looked down, but could not see Ao Hong's figure, so he returned to the steps and sat down, threw the pill into his mouth, and swallowed it.

After a period of practice, the remaining coldness on Shen Luo's arm was dispelled, and the mana in his body increased a little, but the bottleneck of the late Mahayana period was there, and it seemed that there was still a long way to go before breaking through.

After Shen Luo recovered, he did not rush to get up and enter the hall to challenge again, but sat on the ground and thought.

In the past, he never thought that the time in dreams was precious. He always wanted to solve the problems in dreams as soon as possible so that he could return to reality earlier. But now he realized that the time in dreams was actually a real huge fortune for him.

In reality, the reason why he could practice at a slightly higher speed than ordinary people and master high-level talismans such as "Falling Thunder Talisman" and "Broken Armor Talisman" was all due to the continuous experience in dreams.

So this time, Shen Luo decided not to leave the dream in a hurry. He wanted to use this time to accumulate more experience for reality.

"Ma Xiuxiu has always wanted me to draw a high-level "Dream Recalling Talisman" for her. If I can really learn this talisman, I think I can sell it at a good price in Jubaotang." Shen Luo rubbed his chin lightly and muttered.

The reason why he thought of this matter first was that Ma Xiuxiu had mentioned it in front of him many times, and the other was that this talisman was very special. It did not require high-level talisman paper or special talisman ink, but it was demanding on the power of the soul.

If it were an ordinary person, it would be difficult to draw this talisman, but for Shen Luo in the dream, he had the advantage of outstanding talent and strong spiritual power, so it would not be difficult.

When Shen Luo thought of this, he took out the Seven Star Pen, stroked it lightly with his palm, and took out a thick stack of yellow talisman paper and a small can of cinnabar talisman ink.

After getting ready, he closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, and began to carefully recall the details of the dream talisman.

After a while, Shen Luo suddenly opened his eyes, raised two fingers and hooked forward, and several yellow talisman papers beside him made a "rustling" sound and flew up by themselves, floating in front of him like a formation.

There was no table in front of Shen Luo, so he could only hold the Seven Star Pen and draw the talisman in the air.

He tapped the talisman paper with the tip of the pen, but his eyes closed again, and his sight had already fallen on his sea of ​​consciousness. It was calm and peaceful inside, and the little man transformed by the soul was just like him, sitting cross-legged in the middle.

As Shen Luo's mind turned, the little soul figure also raised an arm like him, but there was no pen in his hand, so he put his fingers together like knives and began to carve in the void.

As he turned his wrist, a ray of divine soul power flowed out from his fingertips like a thread. Just like painting with pen and ink, it meandered and flowed in the void, and soon a small rune line was condensed.

Just using the power of the soul to draw the talisman is not like writing with pen and ink. Shen Luo's heart was slightly disturbed, and the soul power of his fingertips suddenly fluctuated. A black pimple suddenly appeared in the center of the originally smooth talisman lines.

And outside the sea of ​​consciousness, the talisman paper hanging in the void was penetrated by the seven-star pen in Shen Luo's hand, and a hole was pierced.

Shen Luo opened his eyes and took a closer look at the half-sheet of runes drawn on the yellow rune paper. It was like a child's graffiti. Where could there be any dignity that the runes should have?

Regarding this, Shen Luo had already expected it. If the Dream Remembrance Talisman was really that easy to draw, with its loose requirements for materials, I am afraid it would have become an ordinary talisman on the street.

"Come again."

Shen Luo said softly, closed his eyes slightly, raised his arm again, and started drawing with his spiritual thoughts.

…

In this golden pagoda, time passed without any notice, and Shen Luo didn't know how long he had been trying to draw the talisman. He only knew that this was the two hundred and ninety-seventh time he had drawn it.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, the eyes of the soul villain were slightly focused, with a serious expression on his face, and his raised hand was fixed in the air for a long time without moving, as if he had encountered some trouble.

The runes condensed in front of him have been mostly formed, and the stop position is a place where the lines turn.