As the old saying goes, the master leads you in, and your practice depends on the individual.

Just talking about the drawing method of the killing talisman, the Saint of Daluo can indeed be Zhao Yun's guide. Every time she demonstrates it to him, it can save him a lot of detours, because the drawing method of the killing talisman is really complicated.

Fortunately, Mr. Zhao has a very high level of understanding and it only took him half a day to understand the true meaning. Not to mention the Holy Girl Daluo, even the Fat Immortal and the Old God Stick were speechless. To have such a talent is really unbelievable.

"This girl is so pretty."

The bald old man lay on the edge of the alchemy furnace, exposing half of his big bald head.

Beside him, on one left and right were Troublemaker and Hulu Baby, both of whom looked at Da Luo Saint with round eyes. She was so beautiful in the Immortal Sect. Her beauty rivaled that of Bu Nian Tian You.

"Their bloodlines are very similar!" Huluwa murmured, referring to the Taoist saint and the Daluo saint. Their origins are very similar, making people think that they are from the same bloodline.

I don’t know when the Saint of Daluo left.

Before leaving, she also left a lot of secret files for Zhao Yun, all related to talismans. There are no less than a thousand kinds of talismans recorded in them. There are so many skills that it is not overwhelming! With Zhao Yun's talent, learn more,

It can always be used.

After she left, Zhao Yun still put aside his diligent research.

He could barely draw a powerful killing talisman.

As time passed, the speed of his drawing of talisman also increased. From a distance, he looked like a painter who was writing rapidly. Three strokes, five strokes divided by two, was a masterpiece.

"Come here, I'll take a look."

The two old men hiding in the dark came up with their hands, like two proctors, running over to review the test papers, and the talisman drawn by Zhao Yun was the so-called test paper.

After seeing it, both of them showed a satisfied smile.

Although the talismans painted by Zhao Yun are not perfect, they are still of the highest quality.

Time, he needs more time to hone.

Practice makes perfect, and this is an eternal truth.

"I don't know how powerful it is."

The old magic stick picked up three or five talismans and threw them into the Tianyu Immortal Furnace very consciously.

Then, a roaring sound was heard coming from the furnace, as well as screams like those of a pig being killed.

Zhao Yun was speechless. He could see those three guys through the alchemy furnace. How miserable they were.

That's it, the three good gay friends didn't dare to say anything.

Two peak immortal kings! Who the hell can afford to offend them?

"Being bombed...is also a kind of spiritual practice."

The two old men put their hands behind their backs and left with satisfaction.

The words are rough but the reasoning is not rough. The reason why they can resist beatings is because of practice. For this reason, they often go to the grave of their master in the middle of the night and set off a string of firecrackers to express their sympathy.

The feeling of longing for his old man.

"You two are immortal, don't wait for us to advance to the level of Immortal King." There was a secret curse in the furnace, and the three black faces were particularly neat.

Zhao Yun coughed dryly, then buried his head in drawing the talisman.

This painting lasted for most of the day, and the spells were one after another.

When night fell, he put down his talisman pen and looked at the piles of talismans on the table. They were all the fruits of his hard work. If he took them out to blow up people, the scene would definitely be spectacular.

Of course, you can't rely on these when fighting others.

The killing talisman is very powerful, but it must explode loudly.

In the final analysis, the spell is just an auxiliary, and you have to be strong to make iron.

Buzz!

With a buzzing sound, the lid of the Tianyu Immortal Furnace was lifted.

The three troublemakers all jumped out, all covered in black and black. After being burned for a day, the power in their bodies had been refined, and they were in a bit of a mess, but it was all worth it.

"Don't stand still, sit down!"

Zhao Yun said hello and placed the wine on the table.

The three of them were not polite and took their places after washing themselves.

"I won't leave this time. I will protect us." The three of them laughed.

"It must be covered." Mr. Zhao's blood was surging, and he let out a domineering howl.

"The only thing missing is the guy named Kuang. I heard that guy is very popular recently."

"It's not only very hot, it's almost burning. I've already reached tenth place on the Immortal Ranking."

"What's wrong with the tenth place? If I give him a stick, it will still make him cry like a ghost."

The scene under the old tree is still very harmonious and lively. Although it cannot be said to recall the glorious past, it is indispensable to sigh and sigh. The road to immortality is too long. It is rare to be able to sit together and have a drink and talk in the troubled times.

"Hey, where are you drinking?"

When the four of them were chatting happily, a few old guys came up.

They are all elders of the Immortal Sect, and they are all at the ancestor level, and each one's aura is more obscure than the last.

"Elders, I..."

Zhao Yun stood up, but before he could finish speaking, he was pulled away.

After they stood firm, several old guys had surrounded the three troublemakers, scanning them up and down, left and right, as if they were studying antiques, and sometimes reaching out to pinch the three people's arms and legs.

The three of them had to urinate urgently, and there was a cool breeze blowing behind them.

Just because the old guys looked at them in an abnormal way.

The most embarrassing thing is Zhao Yun. After all, he bears the name of Holy Lord Daluo. The worst is that he is still a disciple of Wu Niantian. It is really shameless to be left aside like this.

That's right if you can't hang on.

This would be the answer of the old magician. Who made you the disciple of Bu Nian Tian? With this relationship, who among the elders of the Immortal Sect would dare to take your idea? Since there is no hope, you can't settle for the next best thing! You

The three friends have good backgrounds and special bloodlines. Taking them back as disciples is a good choice.

"what!"

"What are you doing!"

There were shouts and screams soon, and a certain three people had been carried away.

They are all good seedlings, so I will take them back and train them carefully as my apprentices.

Zhao Yun took a deep breath, he was really left alone here after such a good banquet.

Even if you take it away, at least you can give it a good polish.

With seniors vigorously cultivating him, cultivation resources are not a problem.

After collecting his thoughts, Zhao Yun picked up the talisman pen again.

After that, I didn't see him coming down the mountain for more than half a month. He just stood alone under the tree and drew the talisman with concentration. Not only did he understand the killing talisman in his heart, but he also fully understood the Immortal Killing Curse.

There was also a secret scroll given by the Saint of Da Luo, and he also understood a lot of it.

The world is full of wonders, just like this talisman, there are so many different kinds, even if there are thousands of them, it is just the tip of the iceberg. There are so many talismans that he can neither see nor hear them.

It was night again, and he was drawing spells while yawning.

This night is not peaceful, and I can always see strange phenomena playing out in the void.

Zhao Yun once raised his eyes to look and recognized who had the vision. There were troublemakers, snoring babies, and bald old people. The elders of the Immortal Sect were not stingy, and they piled up resources at the expense of others. There were opportunities and good fortune.

, Nirvana and transformation are not lacking, it is a spring exclusive for those three things.

He closed his eyes from that side and looked towards the Tianzi Mountain Gate. He saw a beautiful figure walking up. It was the Dragon Concubine. She had been taken away for many days and came out of seclusion. She had a different kind of aura than before.

, bathed in the bright moonlight, more of a dreamy mood.

"Out of seclusion." Zhao Yun placed the talisman pen.

"Did you miss me?" Long Fei whispered with a smile.

"I thought about it." Zhao Yun smiled, summoned the Shangtian Sword, and casually erased the brand on it. Before Long Fei could react, he took a drop of her blood and carved it into the sword body. The meaning was obvious: This sword is for you.

Self-defense.

Concubine Long could not resist, but still integrated into her body.

The scene under the old tree is still warm and romantic. Zhao Yun draws the talisman and she studies the ink, just like a virtuous wife, full of tenderness. In her past life, she envied Chu Wushuang. In this life, she wants to live out a love relationship.

"Is it possible to get on or not?"

There are always some inappropriate deceptions in romantic scenes.

For example, those two old men stayed up most of the night and put on exciting programs.

Arrived, waiting for a lonely time.

"You are truly a god!"
To be continued...