Unfortunately, Mu Qi was doomed to be disappointed. The golden light on Ning Fan's body had just begun to fade, and then a stronger golden light emitted from his body, easily defending against the three overlapping bells.

.

Just like a big tree is not afraid of being shaken by earthworms, and a mountain is not afraid of being blown by the breeze and remains motionless!

After the attack failed, Mu Qi's expression changed, and he hurriedly took back the blue light ball that filled the sky, as if he was afraid that Ning Fan would snatch it away. He was complaining in his heart, he even used the strongest attack, but he couldn't do anything to Ning Fan. This is terrible

What to do?

"Is this all the essence of building wood in the hands of this tree spirit?"

Seeing that Mu Qi had taken back all the essence in a hurry, Ning Fan felt very sorry.

This Mu Qi recovered the Jianmu essence so quickly that before he had time to snatch it, it was all taken back...

Well, after all, this is the territory of Taoist Mu Song, and this tree spirit is nominally Mu Song’s senior brother. It’s not good to force this tree spirit too much.

Ning Fan shook his head slightly and ignored Mu Qi. Compared with the Jian Mu Essence in Mu Qi's hand, at this moment, Ning Fan was more willing to understand the principles of wood here.

He was like an old monk who was in trance and ignored the bells in his ears. Even though the bells sounded like thunder, he felt his ears getting quieter and quieter.

He gradually stopped hearing Mu Qi's startled noise; the bells that could be heard in the sky also gradually became quieter. The whole world was peaceful, and there was no sound that could be heard!

This is the second state of heaven and man. It has become one with heaven and earth. If he wants to enter samadhi, no one can shake his mind in the slightest! Unless he is attacked forcefully to pull him out of this samadhi. Unfortunately,

The Aegis Destroyer will not allow others to attack his master!

"This... Mr. Yu can actually force himself into a state of trance with the blow of the Seventh Master's essence and three bells ringing!"

"As far as I know, Senior Brother Cangdi, who has eight calamities of cultivation, can easily block the sound of the bell, but he cannot reach such a level of concentration when the sound of the bell disturbs his ears!"

"Master once said that under the sound of the demon bell, all sounds are silent, but the sound of the bell is a peerless person, and has the qualifications to aspire to the realm of the Immortal Emperor! But how do I feel that Yujun has entered samadhi?

, more profound than that state..."

"That's right. Looking at Yujun's expression of closing his eyes and saying nothing, I'm afraid there's no sound left in his ears...could this be the most profound realm of Buddhism [Purification of the Six Roots]!"

"The five aggregates are empty and the six roots are pure... This is the legendary Buddhist realm! I never thought that we would be lucky enough to see it with our own eyes today!"

All the Mudao disciples watched Ning Fan enter samadhi with focused expressions, hoping to learn some secrets from this deep samadhi and understand the wonderful method of purifying the six roots.

It's a pity that they don't know that Ning Fan is not a Buddhist, so how did he learn the purity of the six roots?

This is not the purity of the six roots, but the second realm of heaven and man, which is even rarer than the purity of the six roots. Looking at the world, there are only a handful of people who can enter this realm!

"That cyan light group is called Jianmu's true essence... This true essence is indeed good, but compared to this true essence, I value the Buddhist talisman more..."

Although Ning Fan did not open his eyes, the scene of Mu Qi outlining seventy-two Buddhist talismans was replayed over and over in his mind.

Mu Qi is an ancient Buddhist monk. He wrote all the principles of Mu he understood into the seventy-two Buddhist talismans.

The Buddhist talisman and the magic talisman seem to be very similar...

I have the Ancestral Talisman of Mo Luo in my body, but I have never drawn any kind of Taoism in the talisman...

Ning Fan suddenly had a profound spiritual enlightenment. Can he, like Mu Qi, draw the Tao in his ancestral talisman?

Is this the way for ancient demon monks to understand the magical powers of Taoism?

"Speaking of which, my Demonic Ancestral Talisman has so many strokes... I seem to have never noticed this."

Ning Fan, who was in a state of trance, suddenly raised his right index finger and made a vague stroke in front of him.

He had never understood his ancestral talisman so seriously, and this was the first time he had the urge to study the ancestral talisman in detail.

In the past, when we were building roads, we were too hasty and rushed, running all the way and galloping all the way. As a result, many necessary links and insights were missing.

One painting, two paintings, three paintings... seven paintings!

The Mo Luo Ancestral Talisman contains four patterns: troll, six wings, lanjiao, and ghost eyes.

The first drawing of the ancestral talisman was a troll. Unfortunately, Ning Fan only drew seven strokes. Before he could draw the outline of the troll, he felt that there was an unimaginable barrier between himself and the ancestral talisman. It was difficult to

Draw the eighth stroke.

Finally, he forcibly drew the eighth stroke, and the result was that the magic talisman with eight strokes cracked, split into countless fragments of light, and dissipated.

I can’t draw my own magic talisman!

"This... Yujun is sketching his own ancient demonic talisman? I wonder how many paintings Yujun has of his ancient demonic talisman..."

"Yu Jun's eighth stroke seems difficult to draw. It is said that after an ancient demon cultivator enters the realm of heavenly demons, he must reconstitute the magic talisman, otherwise there will be a layer of separation between the human talismans that cannot be torn. Hasn't Yu Jun not yet

After going through this step, the magic talisman re-consolidated? Otherwise, this magic talisman should not be so difficult to draw."

Among the members of Mudao Sect, there are many experienced old monsters, and many of them have a deeper understanding of the ancient demons than the outside monks. Therefore, even though they saw Ning Fan's failure to draw the talisman, no one looked down on Ning because of it.

Fan, but saw through the reason.

Mu Qi was different. When he saw Ning Fan's failure in drawing the magic talisman, he immediately laughed without any image and ridiculed him wantonly. He was unable to shake Ning Fan's frustration with the sound of the bell, and immediately felt a lot relieved.

"This little ancient devil can't even draw his own magic talisman? This is so embarrassing to the ancient devil! Haha, I'm laughing so hard!"

"Although this boy has not finished drawing the magic talisman, I can see some clues from the few strokes. It seems to be the outline of a troll totem. Judging from the trend of this stroke, this boy's magic talisman,

It's either the talisman of the giant armor clan with twenty-two paintings, or the magic talisman of the Cangti clan with twenty-four paintings. Well, it could also be the magic talisman of a small tribe with less than twenty paintings. Anyway, it won't be a high-level magic talisman.

…”

Mu Qiqi couldn't stop laughing. Most of the magic talismans drawn by the troll were low-level magic talismans. Compared with the wooden Buddha talismans he drew seventy-two times, they were not at the same level at all.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ning Fan raising his hand again, as if he wanted to try again to draw the magic talisman.

"Seven strokes is my limit for drawing magic talismans at this moment... However, this limit is not unbreakable!"

"After entering the realm of the demon, my magic talisman seems to have changed. The reason why I can't draw it seems to be here. Unfortunately, I have been busy increasing my cultivation, and I have paid less attention to the ancient demon talisman in my body.

.Ignored this point...Since I discovered this flaw today, I have to draw this magic talisman again no matter what!"

One painting, two paintings, three paintings...eight paintings!

This time, Ning Fan still failed in the eighth drawing, but compared to the first time he drew the magic talisman, the feeling of alienation was much less.

"Hey, this guy failed again! It seems that he can't draw this eighth painting no matter what! It's no wonder that the process of recondensing the magic talisman is the same as recondensing the Buddhist talisman, which requires a lot of money.

Time. It took me three hundred years to reconstruct the Buddhist talisman. It is tantamount to fanciful for me to want to redraw the magic talisman overnight!"

Before Mu Qi finished speaking, Ning Fan had already raised his hand for the third time to draw the magic talisman.

Mu Qi was convinced that Ning Fan would still fail in the eighth painting this time, but something unexpected happened to him.

This third time he drew the talisman, it took Ning Fan eleven strokes before he failed. Compared with the previous eight strokes, it was a big improvement!

"This guy was able to figure out the secret to recondensing the magic talisman in just a few breaths!"

Mu Qi was quite surprised, and many people among the Mu Dao disciples also expressed their surprise.

The length of time it takes to re-condensate magic talismans and Buddhist talismans depends entirely on the monk's understanding.

This is like the same Buddhist principle. Some Buddhist cultivators can suddenly realize it under the bodhi tree, while some Buddhist cultivators need to spend a lifetime to gradually realize it. It took Mu Qi three hundred years to condense the Buddhist talisman, but Ning Fan can count the numbers.

He realized something in the blink of an eye. It only means one thing, that is Ning Fan's understanding. It is much better than Mu Qi.

"Eleven strokes are still not enough... This Demonic Ancestral Talisman is an ancestral talisman with over a hundred strokes. In eleven strokes, even the first of the four phases of Demonic Aspect, the Troll Phase, cannot be completely drawn..."

The experience of traveling across the endless sea in the Rain Realm reappeared in Ning Fan's mind one by one.

He seemed to recall the scenes of cultivating demons when he was young, as well as the scenes of bloodshed and killing in his life. The more the memories surged, the thinner the barrier between himself and the magic talisman became.

When you redraw the magic talisman, do you want to draw your lifelong understanding of the magic into the talisman...

Ning Fan thought of the snow of the giant demon clan in the Endless Sea, a little snowman named Feng Xueyan, and many, many more...

Looking back on the past, what he thought of was not the hardship of cultivating the Demonic Blood Path, but a touch of warmth, and a smile appeared on his lips.

With this smile on his face, the magical meaning of his magic talisman suddenly changed a little.

The magical meaning of the magic talisman before was somewhat similar to that of Emperor Mo Luo, but now, it is gradually moving closer to Ning Fan's way and intention.

The fourth time, he raised his right hand and drew fourteen strokes before the magic talisman dissipated.

On the fifth try, he drew seventeen strokes.

On the sixth try, he drew twenty-two strokes!

On the seventh try, he drew twenty-nine strokes, and a slightly complete troll pattern appeared in front of everyone's eyes!

The appearance of this troll is different from the appearance of the troll with the four phases of Mara back then. It still gives people the feeling of overwhelming demonic energy. However, if you look closely, you will find that there is a trace of warmth on the face of the troll.

smile.

That kind of smile would never appear on the face of Emperor Mo Luo. Only Ning Fan could smile so brightly and with relief!

"It's not the Jujia Clan's magic talisman, nor the Cangti Clan's magic talisman! This boy's magic talisman is a bit strange... Junior Brother Mu Song's library has been rummaged through by me. The demon talismans of the Ancient Demon Abyss, except for the nine great demons,

Except for my ancestor’s magic talisman, I know almost all of them! This child’s magic talisman is not among the types I know about... Could this be some kind of magic talisman that I have missed?”

"But after all, this magic talisman only has twenty-nine paintings. It can barely be regarded as a middle-grade magic talisman, not a top-grade one...compared with my Buddhist talisman, it is not even a bit worse."

Mu Qi's face was full of pride. He had seventy-two Buddhist amulets and was proud of himself.

Then, Ning Fan raised his palm for the eighth, ninth, and tenth time. Each time, based on the troll pattern, the complexity of the magic talisman was increased, making Mu Qi's eyes become more and more solemn.

"Thirty-four paintings, no, thirty-five paintings! This guy is actually adding a magic wing totem to the magic talisman..."
To be continued...