Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 143: Magic, inferior; magic slaves, the lowest of the lowest

"Old master, don't be happy too soon. This person may not be the young Taoist priest in the temple. You have taught talismans, but when did you teach these things?" Lu Jin loosened his tie, eager to try.

"You want to go take a look?" Chen Zongci stroked his long white beard, "There's no need for an old man like me to get involved in the affairs of the younger generation."

"Old Lu, this technique of creation is about breaking the mountain and breaking the mountain..."

The creation of a technique brings about the foundation of a school, while the destruction of a technique brings about the destruction of a family!
Chen Zongci, who was always docile and calm, was speechless. He just patted Lu Jin on the shoulder and said, "Old Lu, you are good in every way, but you are too straightforward and can't think straight."

"You are already over a hundred years old, so think positively."

Obviously, outsiders had vaguely guessed the truth about the death of "Immortal Daying" Zuo Rutong, but the disciple was confused.

Bystanders clear, the authorities are fascinated.

Obsession is a bondage, and sometimes it is also a reason for people to live stubbornly. However, some past events still need to be faced bravely, and if you are unwilling to accept them, you naturally cannot let them go.

Lu Jin crossed his arms in front of his chest and said, "Zhang Zhiwei also said this. Why do you cultivators always talk so irritatingly?"

"Of course not. We can talk without any pain in the waist!" Chen Zongci said with a smile.

Lu Jin smiled and felt extremely happy. "Okay, I like to hear you two say this. If it were someone else, they would have given him hundreds of thunder talismans to give him a taste."

Chen Zongci stroked his beard and shook his head, "That's not right. You can't beat him. If you really beat him, you will have to scatter the talismans like beans."

"Ha!" Lu Jin raised his head.

What nonsense are you talking about?

"I'm going to take a look."

Swish!
The sturdy figure leaned forward and ran quickly towards the "Little Penglai" under the silver threads in the sky.

Chen Zongci lifted his Taoist robe and sat down casually on the threshold in front of the hall.

The Quanzhen Longmen sect's practice focuses on inner alchemy and also focuses on talismans. They also have a unique set of insights on the use of talismans.

In Chen Zongci's opinion, it was a real waste of resources for Old Lu to possess the "Tongtian Lu", one of the "Eight Wonderful Skills".

Lu Jin was not a person who specialized in talismans, so it was difficult for him to perceive the subtlety of them. This Tongtian Talisman could treat the talismans that others regarded as treasures as beans and scatter them. It seemed to be arrogant and overbearing, but in fact, every talisman used by Lu Jin was not used to its full potential.

"Old Lu, the talisman is just a means after all. The source of the power behind it is the key."

Treat illnesses and diseases, exorcise ghosts and suppress evil spirits, relieve disasters and stop harm, or summon gods to kill ghosts; or take care of the underworld and refine the souls of the dead; or write talismans on memorials and report to the gods...
"Why don't you think about it? How can a mere piece of talisman have so many effects?" Chen Zongci laughed, and suddenly remembered that the talisman technique originated from witches and sorcerers, but was developed and promoted by Taoism.

"Forget it. You have a knot in your heart. You don't care about these things. Just enjoy it."

Chen Zongci narrowed his eyes and stared at the increasingly messy silver threads in the sky. The talisman that seemed to be constructed in the sky became brighter and brighter, like thunder interweaving.

"The technique that the kid wants to use is not ordinary. It is not a simple technique composed of Qi. This kind of strange phenomenon, could it be that he is attacking the kid from the Feng family."

"Zhenghao, I'm afraid half of the reputation that your Tianxia Group wants to project to the outside world will be exposed."

Chen Zongci suddenly smiled bitterly. It had been such a long time since he felt so excited. Suddenly he wanted to join in the fun.

Swish!
The old Taoist took slow steps and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

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The backyard of Baiyun Temple is called Little Penglai.

Feng Xingtong stood there motionless, and the magic he cast with his palm failed to work.

"No, it's not a malfunction. It's the spell that changes the spirit contract connection that has been broken."

Now, regardless of whether Yan Huan understood the brutal and unreasonable nature of this "capturing spirits and dispatching generals", he did not understand the current situation anyway.

The most outrageous thing is that the two seemed to have just experienced a simple fight, and they couldn't tell what the other party did at all.

Without the aid of the "observation" method, Feng Xingtong had no ability to see the operating mechanism of the technique. In his eyes, Yan Huan's attempt to violate the rules of the Soul Binding Technique was nothing more than using Qi to decompose the Qi that bound the spirit.

So Easy.

"Something's wrong, something's totally wrong. This is the art of summoning spirits and generals. This is one of the Eight Unparalleled Skills!" Feng Xingtong's body trembled slightly. He was shocked, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

An irrepressible ecstasy, coupled with worry about what my father was planning, instantly surged into my heart like a wave.

"Brother Huan, this is simply amazing! What did you do?"

"As expected of a great wizard, this is Mr. Shui Jing!" In time, will I be able to reach that level?

Feng Xingtong stared at his palm, then clenched it violently, with an indescribable sense of high spirits.

"Xingtong, keep going, we're still a long way off!"

Yan Huan put his trembling right hand behind his back and forced a smile.

Damn it, it's worthy of being one of the Eight Great Skills left by our ancestors. It took me 30% of my strength to decipher just one section of the Soul Binding Technique.

"I'm going to be ruthless this time. Brother Huan, you and your friends should be careful."

"Come!" Yan Huan shouted.

Yes, that's right!
Be more violent!

Capturing spirits and sending generals is a domineering approach that makes the elves obey unconditionally.

But this sentence was wrong from the beginning. There are countless connections between everything, and there is no such thing as truly unconditional.

The condition for making the elves obey is to summon the spirits and send their generals.

The sea of ​​Qi was surging and rolling. Yan Huan pinched a feather of Bifang and passed through a ray of golden light during the Qingming Festival.

Using the green feather as a brush and the golden light as ink, he transformed the pure and clear sea of ​​qi into a spread-out white painting, splashing ink as he pleased.

Yan Huan did not have the absolute confidence to change or dismantle the operating mechanism of the Eight Wonders. What he had to do was to provide the elves with an area of ​​absolute freedom in the picture unfolding for himself.

To do this, it is necessary to eliminate all impurities and unnecessary magic that have entered one's territory.

"Come!"

Snapped!
The green feather was dotted with golden light, and Yan Huan began to change and paint on the rules of intrusion. Every stroke consumed an enormous amount of his mind and energy.

Yan Huan was sweating profusely and his strength was gradually declining, but he was enjoying it.

Feng Xingtong had no idea what was happening. He just felt his body being drawn by Yan Huan's enthusiasm and he cast a spell silently.

At this time, Lu Jin approached, followed closely by Chen Zongci.

"What are these two guys doing? Why is there such a big fuss?"

There was an invisible force pulling at each other between the two.

The surroundings were filled with smoke, and the mist was not cool or humid at all.

"Well, is it the mist transformed from Qi?" Lu Jin frowned and stared at Yan Huan who was standing there with his eyes closed.

His body remained motionless, yet there seemed to be many shadows behind him.

Weird, indescribably weird.

"Something that is hard to understand..."

"Wow!" Chen Zongci stroked his beard, "So you are creating a new technique. There is no difference between using technique to attack technique and breaking technique."

"Creating a new technique? Wouldn't that be a big deal to establish a new school of thought?"

"Don't worry, don't worry." Chen Zongci patted Lao Lu's shoulder, "The technique is inferior."

"Some of the tricks and gimmicks that you have discarded are very popular in the eyes of outsiders. If it weren't for those crappy tricks, you wouldn't have to cause so much trouble." Lu Jin said.

Chen Zongci smiled warmly, "Then those who can't even create a spell, or those who become slaves to spells, aren't they the lowest of the low?"

"Old Master, don't tell me, I only respect two people, you and..."

"It was the one who slapped you and made you cry." Chen Zongci interrupted.

After reading the latest chapter of the comic, I almost got backstabbed by my second uncle, but it was not a big problem. It was pretty close to what I guessed through Wu Hou’s mouth.

(It’s not good, what does Kong Ming say have to do with me as a writer...)

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