Tomb Robber: My understanding is incredible and my painting style is unique.

Zhu Peng put the cinnabar and the brush on the table, pondered for a while, and then took out a yellow talisman and placed it on the table. Before practicing the sword and urn, it would be better to get a corpse-suppressing talisman. After all, when the Pingshan Corpse King comes, It still needs to be dealt with, otherwise how can I occupy Pingshan with peace of mind, use a brush dipped in cinnabar to write dragons and snakes on yellow paper, and write a zombie talisman in one go. The bright red incantation looks a little twisted and weird on the yellow paper.

"It seems normal. Can my painting style be saved?"

Zhu Peng put down the brush and stared at the corpse-suppressing talisman on the table.

The next moment, the corpse-suppressing talisman on the table completely shattered his idea.

The originally good corpse-suppressing talisman suddenly cracked a hole in the middle, revealing With a set of sharp teeth and a tongue that was flicked out and licked around, the whole corpse-suppressing talisman suddenly became unserious.

Zhu Peng seemed to hear an inexplicable voice saying goodbye for three consecutive times.

Zhu Peng, whose eyes twitched, slapped him On the corpse-killing talisman, the mouth and tongue on it disappeared, leaving only a yellow talisman on the table.

"Forget it, I no longer expect to change my painting style."

Zhu Peng sighed and put the corpse-killing talisman into his pocket.

After all, even the sword and urn were in his own pioneering imagination, and the style of painting became more and more novel. He listened attentively to the movements outside the house.

Chen Yulou was following Xi Ling. The thieves boasted about how they were calm and calm in the face of the yellow demon's round light magic.

It would be a pity that this guy's eloquence in telling stories could not be used as a storyteller. He made up the routine like an old sow wearing a bad omen, one after another.

He was stunned because he was hit by the Circle Light Technique and couldn't move. He said that Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his color.

All the bandits from the Xiling Mountain exclaimed in low voices, this guy really wants to save face.

Zhu Peng laughed, making sure that no one was watching him. Around the room, he took off his shirt to reveal his angular muscles.

He stretched out his hand and scratched his skin.

His nails opened the skin like a zipper without any obstruction, and drew a rectangular shape on the skin of his abdomen and back. shape, and then controlled the skin to squirm and separate from the flesh.

With the slight tearing sound when the skin was separated, a rectangular piece of skin was completely peeled off, with capillaries clearly visible on it.

Zhu Peng placed the rectangular skin on On the table of the Eight Immortals, he dipped his brush into cinnabar, poured in the power of Qi and blood, and began to draw the sword and talisman on the skin. The talismans under the tip of the pen appeared one by one, and from time to time a sharp stream of light flashed, and there was no skin covering the flesh and blood from the armpit to the abdomen. When Zhu Peng devoted himself to drawing the talisman, the bright red muscles and white fascia were beating one after another under the pull of the force. When the light was projected on the window, the shadow was enlarged and looked like a monster with a squirming upper body. ,

Zhu Peng painted all the spells of the sword on the skin in one breath.

When the last spell was written, a series of streams of light flowed from the first rune to the end.

Zhu Peng put down the brush and looked at the spell that seemed to grow on the skin naturally. Satisfied, the first step was completed perfectly.

The idea of ​​detaching myself from the talisman and using my skin as the sword talisman was no problem.

The next step was to absorb the Western Gengjin energy and condense it into the core talisman in the sword urn. Now, there is The core talisman condensed from the Geng Metal Qi can swallow the metal qi and condense the sword qi.

Zhu Peng sat cross-legged on the ground, spreading the skin covered with talismans on his legs, forming an inexplicable sword seal in his hands, and His spirit is looking towards the western sky.

Speaking of which, there is nothing mysterious about worshiping Nagengjin.

There is no need to set up an altar to worship heaven and earth.

He only needs to use the sword seal in his hand to project his spiritual will to heaven and earth, and then carry heaven and earth with his will. The Geng-Gold Qi that is wandering in the room is brought back and put into the sword to condense the core talisman.

If an ordinary cultivator were to perform this step, just how to bring the Geng-Gold Qi back with spiritual will is enough. The energy of gold is extremely sharp, and it is like wrapping a sharp knife with tofu when touching it with spiritual will. He must not be twisted into a fool by the energy of Geng metal on the spot, and the sword seal in Zhu Peng's hand is to protect his spiritual will from being cut. With his method, the will scattered in the sky spread out like a spider web, capturing wisps of sharp invisible air floating in the sky. With each wisp of air captured, Zhu Peng felt like someone had stabbed his brain. This kind of pain is a thousand times more painful than being suddenly pricked with a needle. As more and more Gengjin Qi is collected, Zhu Peng feels as if his brain has been chopped into pieces with a thousand knives. The pain almost makes him... He gave up on collecting Gengjin Qi and retreated his spiritual will. He just thought that the more Gengjin Qi he captured, the stronger the condensed core spell would be, the higher the quality of the sword, and the faster he would absorb the hardware elites. The condensed sword energy became sharper. Zhu Peng gritted his teeth and endured the pain of tens of thousands of sharp blades scratching his brain and continued to capture the Gengjin energy. When his spirit and will could no longer support it, he released the sword seal in his hand and carried his spirit and will. A sharp airflow fell from the sky back to the body, and the Gengjin Qi fell into the flat skin on the legs. As the Gengjin Qi fell in, the spells on the skin lit up one by one. Get up, swallow this Gengjin energy, a small sword-shaped white mantra begins to condense and emerge in the middle of the skin, and sharp breaths appear with the appearance of the mantra. When the mantra is completely condensed , ,

"Canglang....."

A sword cry rose from the sky.

The spider that was weaving a web in the corner stopped its movements the moment the sword cry appeared.

It fell stiffly from the spider web to the ground silently, and Xie Ling, who was in the apse, Everyone couldn't help but feel chills running down their spines, and their breaths were stagnant.

A scene of a sword light tearing through the darkness flashed in their minds.

They felt as if there was a sharp sword against their throats, and traces of blood seeped out from their hair. cold sweat,

"What's this?"

Huamaguai's voice was dry.

"The voice came from Brother Zhu, and he was probably practicing some kind of technique."

Chen Yulou also felt a little dry in his mouth.

The feeling of almost dying at that moment made him, the leader of Xiiling, tremble with fear.

He led Xiiling through various ancient tombs. He had never experienced any traps, life or death. Everything is normal, only this time I feel that death is so close.

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