At the moment the talisman was completed, he could slightly feel the changes in the talisman paper. A thin piece of yellow paper seemed to carry tremendous power when he made the last stroke.
"Could it be that my drawing is not good enough?" Feng Qingyang was puzzled, and then he drew another one. This time he did not use it, but compared it carefully with the fire talisman on the "Maoshan Talisman".
His painting was crooked, but you could barely make out that it was a talisman.
"Is this the legendary ghost-painted peach charm?"
Feng Qingyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He also understood where he made a mistake. If he was right, he must have failed to control the temperature and shape. A piece of talisman paper relied on the pattern on it to mobilize the power of heaven and earth. He took a look at the few remaining talisman papers and suddenly felt overwhelmed.
"Forget it. I'd better practice more." After saying that, he picked up the brush, dipped it in the mouse's blood, and started to write on the wall of the cave. If you ignore the messy lines on the wall, you can see the momentum of a master.
Another hour passed like this, and he suddenly threw the brush aside, lay on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, gasping for breath.
Every time you draw a talisman, you must concentrate your energy and spirit, and there cannot be any mistakes. Especially at the very end you must be extra careful, otherwise all your efforts will fail.
"My magic power is being consumed so quickly!" Feng Qingyang said speechlessly. He felt his head was empty and a feeling of tiredness came over him. It was not that his body was being consumed quickly, but his mental energy was being consumed quickly.
He fell asleep not long after lying like this. The yin energy was weak during the day and the magic power he consumed could not be replenished. It would be better to have a good rest.
Looking at Feng Qingyang who was sleeping soundly on the ground, the demon wolf walked over, staring at him with its pair of wolf eyes without blinking, and no one knew what it was thinking.
…
That night, a waning moon hung high in the sky. Feng Qingyang came to the large green rock beside the lake with talisman paper and a brush. He looked at the waning moon in the sky, took a deep breath, and made breathing gestures with the white wolf.
"As expected, Yuehua is the most useful to me!"
The moonlight was cold and was directly transformed into magic power when it was absorbed into the body. This was much more effective than absorbing Yin energy. It didn't take long before he felt almost recovered. He held the pen in one hand and concentrated on waiting.
"Brother Wolf, do you think I will succeed this time?" Feng Qingyang asked confidently.
"Woo woo~" The wolf demon did not comment. It rolled its eyes in a very human way, then ignored Feng Qingyang and roared at the waning moon in the sky.
Looking at this scene, Feng Qingyang's heart suddenly moved. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten everything. The only thing in his eyes was the scene of the snow-white demon wolf roaring at the waning moon.
He jumped off the big green rock, stretched out his hard and sharp nails and began to carve on the stone passionately. Yin energy was everywhere and rocks were flying everywhere.
Swish, swish, swish!
Along with the roar of the demon wolf, he carved it stroke by stroke. Soon, a demon wolf appeared on the green stone. The hair of the demon wolf was clearly visible, and it looked lifelike, with its head held high towards the moon in the sky.
Howling moon!
The demon wolf howls at the moon!
At this moment, this word naturally appeared in Feng Qingyang's mind. Looking at the demon wolf he carved with his own hands, he felt very satisfied. He picked up the brush dipped in the rat's blood and began to embellish and outline it bit by bit...
At some point the white demon wolf on the green rock had stopped roaring, and it jumped down and stood quietly by the side, watching Feng Qingyang, watching him color the sculpture, lost in thought at his effort, with an inexplicable light flashing in the wolf's eyes from time to time.
"It's done!"
Feng Qingyang suddenly shouted loudly. When he made the last stroke, the sculpture had turned blood red, with blood red eyes, blood red hair, and terrifying trembling teeth...
Perhaps because the painting was too realistic, the sculpture seemed to be about to jump out of the stone.
At this moment he seemed to have understood something, and after finishing the painting, he closed his eyes and did not move for a long time. Zombies should have green faces and fangs, but he relied on the special bloodline of the corpse king to keep his human form, but he had an extra pair of zombie teeth.
He was originally ferocious and terrifying, but now he had an invisible aura, as if he had merged with the world. He saw a person there, but when he closed his eyes, he could not feel his breath at all.
Not long after, he opened his eyes again. The charm and temperament of that moment were indescribable. Perhaps only by being there in person can you know what it feels like.
Turning around and looking at the white demon wolf beside him, Feng Qingyang suddenly smiled and said, "It feels awkward to keep calling you Brother Wolf. Why don't I give you a name?"
Without waiting for the wolf to react, he used his long nails to carve a few large characters next to the carving: Wolf King Xiaoyue! Originally it should have been Wolf King Xiaoyue, but whether it was intentional or a subconscious feeling, Feng Qingyang always felt that the word Xiao was much better than Xiao.
"Xiaoyue Xiaoyue... What a poetic name..."
He looked at the white wolf with a frown on his face and said smugly, "Xiao Yue sounds like a big man, but I see that you have a slender body and I always feel that you are a female wolf, so I'll just call you Xiao Yue."
"Woo woo~" The white wolf bared its teeth and whimpered a few times, seeming a little shy, but did not make any objection. Perhaps Feng Qingyang had guessed correctly by accident, it was indeed a female wolf!
Looking at the reaction of the demon wolf, Feng Qingyang seemed to have some feelings, but then he remembered that his original intention was to learn how to draw talismans.
"I'd better draw the talisman first!"
He grabbed a piece of talisman paper and pasted it on the green stone. He silently recalled the fire talisman in the "Maoshan Talisman" in his mind, and then began to outline it stroke by stroke.
Write like a god!
That ethereal state enveloped him deeply until he completed the last stroke.
'Pop'
He put down the brush in his hand and picked up the still somewhat messy talisman paper with satisfaction, thinking that this time it must be successful, as he had spent a lot of effort to draw it.
He threw it with one hand and shouted, "Hurry up and hurry up!"
'boom!'
The talisman paper suddenly burned and turned into a huge fireball that was suspended above the lake, illuminating the night brightly, with visible air waves swaying.
"go!"
Feng Qingyang raised his hand and pointed, and the fireball flew to the bottom of the lake and exploded with a bang, splashing waves. Then, waves of barbecue smell came from the lake. It seemed that a lot of fish were burned to death.
"Amazing! This mere fire spell can have such great power. Then won't the higher-level spells in the future be even more powerful?"
Feng Qingyang secretly smacked his lips in amazement, glanced at Xiao Yue with pride, and once again grabbed the brush to start drawing talismans. He wanted to take advantage of this heavenly state to draw a few more at one go, as he never had too little of this kind of stuff.
"Fire Spell"
"Ice Spell"
"Wind Curse"
After drawing five pictures in a row, he finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground with a thud. Although he was physically tired, he was in an unusually good mood.
Little did he know that this small 'Maoshan Talisman' laid a solid foundation for his future, allowing him to leave a good reputation in the world of cultivation - zombies know Taoism, and even gods cannot stop them!