Flying flowers are like snow, and floating leaves are like butterflies. Thousands of thousands of them are coming from the hillside and dancing outside the valley. They are dancing with the wind at first. It is refreshing to believe that there will be such a wonder in the world, but when you look again, you gradually feel creepy: the remaining flowers and leaves are connected together, as if the divine dragon sees its head but not its tail, and it stretches up and down, surrounding the people in the valley until it covers the sky and the sun, like giant beasts in the sea preparing to swallow whales into groups of fish and shrimps.

The previous Five Elements Tribulation only had magic but no will. They randomly rushed around. Those who encountered it were unlucky, those who escaped were lucky, and those who savage it were very rare to attack someone in a certain place. This time the wooden attack was different. Under the control of a strong will, the flying flower and flying leaves were obviously executing tactics: first accumulate strength, then surround it, then wait for more reinforcements to arrive, and finally they will launch an unstoppable concentrated attack.

"Shameless, timid old Taoist!" The cold and apologized Shouque was a little impatient, "I didn't dare to show up, I just sent magic to the valley."

Zhao Chuye's approach is not shameless or timid. Under normal circumstances, Taoist priests who are in good condition always keep a long distance from the enemy and do not show up. The three previous battles with Mu Xingqiu were all exceptional. He wanted to force out the demon soul and seize it as soon as possible, so he kept chasing it. This time, he obviously only wanted to have a normal battle with the purpose of killing.

Master Xingshan, who does not reveal his true body, is even more angry and powerful.

There were more and more flowers and leaves around, and the valley gradually fell into darkness. Even mortals noticed that this time the wooden attack was quite different from the previous few times. They couldn't help but be frightened and frequently looked at Shouque and General Mu in the middle.

The way for the weak is pure defensive, without attacking skills. Shouque holds the statue of the god in one hand and emits an illusion with the other hand. The pragmatic illusion has no fixed form and varies from person to person. Mu Xingqiu usually emits lightning. Now Shouque prefers rays of lightning. With a wave of his hand, three giant scimitar-like rays rushed into the sky and slashed at groups of flowers and leaves.

The flowers bloomed and the leaves dispersed, and the sunlight returned to the ground. However, before everyone could cheer, the challenged flowers and leaves had already launched a large counterattack, like a group of hungry wolves who had been patrolling for a long time, rushing towards the three rays of light, and tore them apart in the blink of an eye.

The guarding the fog emits more rays of light, one is bigger than the other. However, no flower and leaf that can be persevered for a long time is far inferior to the supplements that came from outside the valley.

"Why did the Five Elements Tribulation obey this old guy's order?" Shouque looked up to the sky and asked angrily.

The Five Elements Tribulation is a spell issued by Kun Dun. Shouque cannot control the ninth level of Mind Heart Illusion. Zhao Chuye, who is in the Moonlight Realm, can command Huaye to attack his enemies, which makes her very dissatisfied.

Mu Xingqiu was also puzzled. Zhao Chuye seemed not to have such ability, but he didn't have time to think about it carefully, "Precaution and concentrate on setting up the formation!"

Shouque glanced at Mu Xingqiu fiercely. He did not use any more illusions and began to prepare for the move, "I am the earth..."

Everyone followed and recited it, Mu Xingqiu was no exception. But his mind was not all on the formation. Once he joined the battle, he only thought about how to win and didn't care about anything else. The lost memories and the responsibilities he gave were all left behind by him in this situation.

Mu Xingqiu speculated that it would be difficult to win this battle, and the weak who defended the main formation might be stronger than Jincuo. However, the enemy's strength was also stronger. Yesterday's water attack and the top-up talisman did not deliberately choose the target, and the power was scattered, but today's wood attack was gathered and then attacked, with its power concentrated and enhanced dozens of times.

The flower-floating leaves stretched out a tentacle to test the periphery of the formation. Like the two previous gold and water attacks, the flower-floating leaves flew past the mortal body and moved along the passage in circles. They fell a little along the way, and most of them were concentrated on Shouque. What she had was a Dharma body, which was stronger than Jincuo’s endurance. The flower-floating leaves withered around her and fell into ashes.

Mu Xingqiu stood in the innermost circle and found that the first batch of flowers and leaves that came in were not very powerful, they were more like a group of pathfinders. Sure enough, the subsequent flowers and leaves were more and more, and the speed was getting faster and faster, which aroused the whistling sound of wind, one by one, and one petal was like a sword. The mortals who formed the formation did not pay attention, and would be injured if they just tilted their shoulders.

"My blood is the river..." Shouque recited the mantra loudly, and the ashes under his feet had piled up to his knees, his body emitted light, and his shape gradually became a little blurred.

In the eyes of most people, Shouque seems to be stronger, and the layers of flowers and leaves cannot touch the body. Only Mu Xingqiu knows that she is gradually revealing the true form of her Dharma body. If this continues, she will completely disappear without waiting for being submerged by ashes and will no longer have the chance to recover.

Mu Xingqiu looked up and saw that the flowers and leaves consumed were not one percent. Zhao Chuye obviously recovered from a certain degree of calmness and calmness of a high-level Taoist priest. This attack was orderly, and it was to slowly grind everyone to death.

Mu Xingqiu's mind was spinning rapidly. Before Shouque came back, he thought of a way to deal with it, using talismans, but the method was very immature. Even after listening to Fu Lin's explanation, there were still many flaws. The records left by Huangfu Yanghao seemed to be able to solve these flaws. Mu Xingqiu thought about those words in his mind.

He had too little time left to verify whether the idea was correct. Just like the previous time, he thought that he had seen the spell was wasting power, but the facts proved that he was thinking too simple. Every arrangement in the spell had clear reasons, and those seemingly wasted places also had mystery.

If you guess wrong this time, Mu Xingqiu will not only kill himself.

The flowers and leaves piled up to Shouque's waist, flowing from the earth platform to the surroundings, and soon reached the feet of more than a dozen people in the innermost circle.

Mu Xingqiu could not wait any longer. He thought Mu Gong and Zhao Chuye would come one after another, but the two came together, which was far beyond the ability to bear the weak.

Mu Xingqiu turned his head and asked Fu Lin: "Do you have a talisman pen?"

The Fu Lin, who was following everyone to recite the mantra, was stunned, "There are three pieces, and we will use the offensive talisman, defensive talisman and auxiliary talisman respectively, and the quality is average..."

Shouque said angrily: "You two, concentrate!"

Mu Xingqiu signaled Fu Lin to take out all three pens, and then said to Shouque on the stage: "Let me help you, you have to keep some magic power. After the wooden attack, Zhao Chuye will not stop."

You are so kind that Shouque knew very well that after this battle, it is hard to say whether his Dharma body can be retained, let alone magic power. So he looked at Mu Xingqiu for a few glances and did not stop him.

Fu Lin is only five steps away from Mu Xingqiu, and it is not easy to pass the three-tube talisman pen. Flowers and leaves are flying in the formation, and the touch is injured immediately. Fu Lin takes out the talisman pen with one hand, throws it gently, and throws it to Mu Xingqiu. Every move has to be careful. Even so, seven or eight wounds are still cut out on his arm.

Mu Xingqiu reached out to catch the pen, and the flowers and leaves cut their sleeves, leaving dozens of scars.

The three-tube pen is not long. It is about five inches long, red, white and black.

"Black attack, white defender, red supporter." Fu Lin reminded, still feeling strange, "But you don't have ink paper yet..."

What Mu Xingqiu got from Huangfu Yanghao was only ink making materials. As for the talisman paper, there was no one. "No need, I want to try the new writing method."

"What?" Fu Lin was shocked. If the other party was not General Mu, whom he respected, he would stop this behavior with scolding. "The talisman cannot be written randomly, it will cause chaos!"

Huangfu Yanghao just added a talisman to the talisman, and the talisman was already amazing. He was even suspected of being arbitrary. It was difficult to understand what the "new writing method" would be without using ink paper.

Mu Xingqiu has no rudeness in his heart, so he dares to try any method.

He handed the statue of the god in his right hand to his left hand, holding a red pen in his right hand. He took a deep breath, and suddenly he was about to write a talisman on the flowing wall formed by flying flowers and leaves. With a puff, the pen broke into two pieces, and his palms were covered with small scars, and he didn't even finish writing a single stroke.

"This won't work." Fu Lin exhorted loudly, "Writing talismans is a meticulous job and cannot be accomplished overnight."

But Mu Xingqiu did not give up. He took the black pen from his left hand with his right hand, and dredged a little blood on the wound on his left arm. He wrote the pen again, and the brushstrokes changed three times in a row. Although he still couldn't write the complete talisman, the flowers and leaves in front of him paused for a moment, but it was only a moment. Then the black pen broke and the flowers and leaves flew on their own.

Just a short pause, she helped Shoque a lot. She seized the opportunity to cast three spells in a row to strengthen the Dharma body, and the form became clearer, "Give me more time." Shoque tasted the sweetness and began to make requests.

Mu Xingqiu took the third white pen in his right hand and reached into the Flower and Leaf River. Before he could do it, he was swept away. His palm retreated slightly slower and was cut into blood.

His physique is different from that of ordinary people, and even if his magic power is scarce, he is extremely tough. If it were someone else, his entire hand would be gone.

Shouque snorted in disappointment and stopped watching Mu Xingqiu. Fu Lin felt even more regretful. He cared about the three pens. They were not as ordinary as he claimed. They all had their origins. Ordinary talisman masters would never get a single one in their lifetime. They were destroyed in General Mu's hands, and they didn't even write half of the talisman.

Mu Xingqiu raised his arms high, held the statue in his left hand, and blood flowed in his right hand. He thought for a while, summed up his experience of writing three times, knew it in his mind, and said to Fu Lin: "Look at how this talisman is written."

"Ah?" Fu Lin didn't understand what this meant. He was about to ask a question, but General Mu waved his right arm and reached into the flowers and leaves. He used his arms as his pen, blood as ink, and magic as paper. His five fingers moved together and instantly wrote a talisman.

The flowers and leaves flying at high speed on the ground were stopped, gathered on the talisman, and suddenly started to burn, forming a pillar of fire several feet high.

"Pure green fire talisman! This, this..." Fu Lin was so shocked that he couldn't even close his mouth.

The flowers and leaves leading to the earth platform are temporarily gone, and Shouque finally has enough time to repair the Dharma body and will be completed. The flowers and leaves pouring in along the passage have increased exponentially. The pure blue fire talisman can only stop a part of them, and the rest continues to move forward, restoring the offensive against Shouque.

Mu Xingqiu added a node to resist the attack of wood. Although it was unstable, he finally had a foothold. He continued to write pure blue fire talismans on the fire pillar over and over again with his five fingers of his right hand, so as to ensure that the flames are not extinguished, bleeding, and burning fire, and he ignored them.

The flowers and leaves gathered in the air separated a narrow passage, and the sunlight shone in, illuminating a figure floating in the air.

Zhao Chuye, who was surrounded by twenty-seven magic weapons, was looking down at all, holding a small tower with his hands not an iron ruler and a bell.

If Mu Xingqiu still has memories, he would recognize that it was Pangshan’s ancestor tower.

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Chapter 1008: Writing the Talisman in the Frontier:
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