In the Mountain Soul Battlefield, the top level is where Ge Laodao and his men are. The war has subsided at this moment.
This layer has the least number of people, with only a dozen at the beginning. On the walls, there are golden pagodas, giant tripods, alms bowls... one after another magic weapon suppressing the Xuantian Sect and Dongyun Sects' demon transformation limits.
Ge Laodao and his men won, but it was a hard win. Ge Laodao's human body and turtle body were both beaten to the point of death. At this moment, he appeared in Meng Ji's body, with blood burning on his snow-white fur. He lay on a turtle shell and gasped. Three Xuantianmen transformed monsters were suppressed in the turtle shell.
An old Taoist priest leaned against his back, wearing a tattered robe but smiling. It was Qinghe Taoist priest from Xuanqing Temple.
The disciples of Xuanqing Temple who had reached the Transcendent Realm had long since withdrawn from Dongyun Mountain, and most of them who had reached the Demonic Realm had also left, leaving only five people behind to settle the grievances of nine hundred years ago with Xuantian Sect.
The five people were all around Ge Laodao. In this battle, Ge Laodao was the only one who had practiced the beast transformation chapter. One person was equivalent to three masters who had reached the limit of demon transformation, and he was too easy to be targeted.
He was seriously injured at the moment and was afraid of accidents, so his friends stayed by his side. Qiao Changlun was meditating with his eyes closed.
A mirror floated out from Taoist Qinghe's body, revealing the Xuanqing Temple trial field.
A young Taoist priest next to him swung his empty sleeves and looked at the mirror: "This dragon turtle has poor talent. It can't even comprehend a single technique?"
Ge Laodao opened his eyes, and disdain flashed in his leopard eyes: "Qingcheng boy, my apprentice's talent is beyond your imagination. He just disdains to comprehend the skills of the trial field."
The old Taoist snorted.
In his heart, he could not help cursing Su He, what a jerk. He really didn't learn a single technique in a day? He made me lose three gourds of good wine!
Taoist Qinghe laughed and said, "This little dragon turtle is really greedy. It is not enough to swallow its own essence, but it also wants to attract the attention of Taoist Shoushan and run to other people's trial paths."
Such a greedy turtle is indeed not suitable for Xuanqing Temple.
Taoist Qingcheng took a big sip of wine, suppressed the severe pain in his broken arm, and smiled: "Oh, this little turtle broke into the trial mountain road I set up. Hahaha, here is a set of exercises that is very suitable for it. It is my new creation. Brother Ge, do you want to send a message to it, and we will start the time again? The deadline is three hours. If he can figure it out, I will give you three longevity dates!"
Greed and vigilance flashed across Ge Laodao's eyes at the same time: "What if I can't understand it?"
He wanted the longevity dates, which would be very useful in recovering from the injuries of his first and second bodies. However, since Taoist Qingcheng dared to say so, he was afraid that the technique could not be comprehended in three hours.
"If you can't figure it out, you'll have to make wine for me for three months!"
Ge Laodao's wine-making technology is well-known throughout the Xuantian Fairyland, and it has long aroused people's greed.
Taoist Ge gritted his teeth for a long while, roared like a leopard, and was about to agree when he heard Taoist Qingcheng say in surprise: "Huh? This little dragon turtle actually saw the specialness of the technique and wanted to comprehend it? Time it, Senior Brother Qinghe, quickly time it for me!"
Taoist Qinghe laughed heartily and pointed his halberd at a water mirror which floated up with a clepsydra pattern on it.
This is a variant usage of Su He Ming Jian.
Taoist Qinghe was present at the scene that day, so he naturally understood something.
On the trial mountain road, a Changsong Sect disciple was lying on the ground motionless. This guy was not very smart. He probably thought Su He was a monster on the trial mountain road. As soon as Su He came out, he rushed over with a dancing sword, but he couldn't even withstand the sword energy of the foreign minister.
At this moment, a kingfisher in front of Su He looked into his eyes.
The kingfisher's skills aroused Su He's interest.
This bird knows thunder magic!
It was not the thunder talisman that Su He had seen before, but it also had traces of magic. It should be a fusion of talismans and magic.
Moreover, this thunder is a water thunder. And it is not a simple Gui water thunder method or Ren water thunder method. It contains the interplay of yin and yang and the echo of Ren and Gui. It is both a Yin thunder and a Yang thunder, which is really amazing.
Su He likes this thunder method.
He is of pure water attribute, and this thunder was naturally tailor-made for him.
Su He lacks any means of attack, and now all he can use are water control, divine power, and sword energy. It would naturally be better if there was one more mine.
Su He lay still, using his eyes to push his consciousness to the limit, carefully observing the changes in the kingfisher's spiritual power and the power of thunder and lightning. The bird chirped and a bolt of lightning struck Su He's tortoise shell.
With a shout, one strike followed another.
Su He slowly closed his eyes, as if he was in a deep pool with a volcano at the bottom. A kingfisher was playing on the water, and every movement was like a rune twisting, gradually forming a complex talisman.
This bird is used to spread the Dharma, and once you see through it, you will see through it.
Thunderbirds
This is the name of this technique. You will know it naturally when you figure it out.
A dice fell from the sky and landed on the kingfisher's head. This thunder magic originally belonged to a disciple of Changsong Sect, but was snatched away by Su He.
Four o'clock.
The mental comprehension improves and the thunderbird's level improves.
This technique is both a technique and a talisman. It requires condensing a water mine talisman in the sea of consciousness, and when releasing the thunderbird, it is necessary to mobilize the rune and use spiritual power at the same time.
Xuanqing Temple must also recruit independent practitioners, otherwise people who have not practiced will definitely not be able to understand this talisman - Su He couldn't understand it either. He could barely recognize the original thunderbird talisman, and he could also learn it through careful study.
But the talisman that was enhanced by the dice was incomprehensible. This should be the product of dozens of talismans fused and replaced.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand, you can copy it!
Su He mobilized his sea of consciousness, blending his spiritual power and consciousness into special brushstrokes, which he carefully copied and outlined within his mind.
Crack!
A bolt of lightning exploded above Su Helong's head.
In the top-level battle zone, the people watching were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
The Taoist from Qingcheng laughed so hard that his broken arm felt severed in pain. He pinched the severed part and cried out, “Ouch, ouch.”
After that, he looked at Elder Ge and said, "Fellow Daoist Ge, it's been an hour and a half. Your disciple seems to be on the verge of failure. Fortunately, he is a dragon turtle. If he were an ordinary person, wouldn't his mind be blown up?"
Ge Laodao didn't want to talk.
Failed!
But it wasn't that Su He had made a mistake in drawing it. The prints left by the dice were pure imitation, so the chance of failure was very small. Su He failed because of the two horns on his head.
Every time before he finished outlining, the horn would trigger the talisman, and the talisman would explode directly in his mind. Fortunately, his mind was big enough, and the dragon horn was able to draw the thunder out.
This is two more antennas!
It’s probably because the dragon horns haven’t grown yet and cannot be controlled.
Su He stirred his sea of consciousness, and his spiritual consciousness surrounded the base of the dragon horn, reinforcing it layer by layer and isolating it.
Copy again.
Crack!
Another bolt of lightning exploded above his head.
The snow-white fur of Ge Laodao was almost black. The Qingcheng Taoist couldn't stop laughing, and the others also laughed. Even Qiao Changlun opened his eyes and looked at Su He with interest.
After seven or eight explosions in succession, Su He's scales stood up and three hours had already passed.
The next few times it wasn't the dragon horn that caused the problem. It was Su He's own problem. The talisman he drew was a castle in the air, it couldn't be kept, and it would fall apart if he wasn't careful.
Normally, a cultivator should carve this talisman on his mind bead, or on the barrier of his mind orifice
Su He didn't understand. He thought for a long time and his eyes lit up. He didn't condense the mind bead, and even if the barrier of his mind orifice was reinforced with soul jade, he couldn't engrave it at all. But he had a clear vision!
(End of this chapter)