My talisman pen is omnipotent. How should you deal with it?

Chu Ci devoted himself to the refining of the formation. In the blink of an eye, there was only one and a half months left until the seventh day of July mentioned in Yu Rong's letter.

Considering the time needed to travel to the Li family, he actually only had one month to refine the corpse.

After days of continuous efforts, Chu Ci finally completed the construction and integration of the Zi Hai He Chong Formation and the Ju Ling Formation.

Afterwards, Chu Ci took out the spiritual herbs prepared by Xiao Li and began to refine the Evil-Removing Pill in the cave. Although it was the first time Chu Ci had refined this kind of pill, he had the help of the Fire-Stabilizing Talisman. He produced eight pills in the first furnace, two of which were medium-grade pills.

After doing all this, he walked to the outside of the Juexiang Formation, waved his hand to remove the formation flag, and Peng Qi in the formation appeared.

Peng Qi had been sitting quietly in the formation. Feeling the changes in the formation, he immediately stood up with a look of concern on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, are all the preparations done?" Peng Qi asked, with a hint of nervousness in his tone. Chu Ci nodded and said solemnly:

"Fellow Daoist Peng, Xu Zihao has been dead for nearly a month. Perhaps Xu Xinghe has already rushed over to our side. This is the formation I built. It can block all detection. We can practice in this formation. It is absolutely safe."

It is better to have less trouble than more. Although he has signed a soul contract with Peng Qi, Chu Ci did not reveal the specific role of Zi Hai and He Chong's formation.

Moreover, the process recorded in the jade slip has already shown that the person being refined will fall into a coma, and when he wakes up, he will not know how much time has passed.

When Peng Qi heard that Chu Ci had been busy trying to prevent Xu Xinghe from finding him, he couldn't help but be moved again.

As the two entered the formation, an amazing scene immediately appeared before their eyes. Rays of green light flowed through the formation, like an emerald waterfall pouring down, which was very beautiful.

Chu Ci took out a pill from his bosom and handed it to Peng Qi, with a trace of concern on his face: "Fellow Daoist Peng, this is the pill I made for you. You can rest assured that I am here to protect you."

Peng Qi took the pill, a trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes, and he swallowed the pill without hesitation. Suddenly, a hot spiritual power rushed wildly in his body like a flame, making him feel as if he was in a hot desert, eagerly longing for a pool of cool spring water.

Seeing this, Chu Ci quickly took out a large water jar from his ring. The jar was filled with more than half a jar of black liquid, which exuded a heart-pounding toxicity. It was the poisonous juice of the black grass extracted by Peng Qi.

Peng Qi was already feeling unbearably hot at this moment. He glanced at the jar of poisonous juice and jumped in without hesitation.

The moment his body came into contact with the poison, there was a sizzling sound, and a puff of green-black smoke came out from his skin, like a dead branch burned by a raging fire. The clothes on his body were instantly corroded by the poison and turned into nothingness.

Peng Qi only felt a chill coming quickly, wrapping his body tightly. At first, this chill extinguished the heat in his body, bringing him a sense of comfort and pleasure, but soon, he felt a biting cold, as if he was in a glacier that had existed for thousands of years, and his face turned from red to black.

This kind of coldness is different from ordinary ice. It is more like a breath of death that penetrates deep into the bone marrow and makes people irresistible.

Peng Qi frowned and a cry of pain came out of his throat unconsciously.

As time went on, his voice became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared completely. He had fainted.

Chu Ci stood aside, staring at Peng Qi, observing the changes in his body. This was the only way for Peng Qi to become a zombie. Although this process was full of pain, it was actually not dangerous.

Chu Ci planned to practice in the formation for a year, so in the outside world, only one month would have passed. This time was definitely enough to successfully refine Peng Qi. At the same time, he could also use this time to consolidate his own cultivation and improve his strength.

Chu Ci first took out the golden pen and prepared to make a talisman. He had never made a talisman since absorbing the Nine Nether Great Purity Lock, so he could use this time to see how many talismans he could make every day with the upgraded golden pen.

Previously, in the market of Lingxi City, most of what Chu Ci sold were spirit gathering talismans. Now, the original stock of tens of thousands of talismans in his hands has been almost used up, and now there are only more than 200 left. Chu Ci has always had the habit of sticking spirit gathering talismans, so he needs to prepare more of this kind of talismans.

He originally had more than 100,000 talisman papers left in his hands, but Chu Ci felt that it was not enough, so he went out and bought another 200,000 pieces this time, which was more than enough.

He took out talisman paper and cinnabar and began to make talismans. Before the golden pen was upgraded, he could refine seven or eight hundred second-level talismans every day. Even for talismans that consumed spiritual power, such as spirit gathering talismans and flying talismans, he could refine at least a hundred.

But this time, as soon as he lifted the golden pen, he felt a sense of difficulty. The golden pen became heavy, extremely consuming his spiritual power, and even a little shaky.

Chu Ci gritted his teeth and insisted on completing a spirit gathering talisman. This talisman alone took him nearly an incense stick of time. After completing it, he felt exhausted, as if all the strength in his body had been drained.

Chu Ci released his spiritual sense, and the golden pen automatically returned to his chest. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. It seemed that he would not be able to pick up the pen to make talismans in a short period of time. He had to wait until his spiritual sense recovered before he could continue.

After calculations, Chu Ci discovered that even if he worked day and night, he could only refine a dozen or so spirit gathering talismans a day at most.

This number was far from meeting his needs, which made him fall into deep thought.

The time required to make the talisman has reached its limit and cannot be improved any further, so he can only start from another aspect - speeding up the recovery of his spiritual consciousness.

Chu Ci held half a bottle of Yunshen Pill in his hand. This was the pill he bought before. However, as he entered the foundation-building stage, the effect of this pill had become negligible. What he needed was a more powerful pill.

He opened the collection of Ji's alchemy recipes and searched carefully page by page.

Finally, his eyes fell on a spiritual medicine called "Nine Apertures Strengthening Spirit Powder". This spiritual medicine is not a pill, but a powder that melts in the mouth and can quickly absorb its medicinal properties. Moreover, Chu Ci has all the spiritual herbs needed to refine this spiritual medicine.

But there is a problem. Jiuqiao Qiangshen Powder is mainly designed for cultivators above the Jindan stage. Seeing this, Chu Ci couldn't help but hesitate. He didn't know whether he, a cultivator in the foundation-building stage, could take this high-level spiritual medicine.

According to common sense, taking high-level spiritual medicine is very dangerous. For example, if a cultivator in the foundation-building stage took a golden elixir, he would surely die from the explosion of spiritual power.