MTL - Eternal Gate-Chapter 82 Psychic

In the middle of the night, Zhao Yun locked the door tightly, took out the Qiankun bag, and looked at it over and over, then glanced at the Moon God, "Xiu'er, how can I break the restriction."

"Melt a drop of blood and refine it with sky thunder." Moon God said, "There is a lack of restriction. With your cultivation base, plus sky thunder, it will be broken in at most two days."

"Yes."

Zhao Yun responded, cut his finger immediately, dripped blood, and wrapped the Qiankun bag with the sky thunder.

This bag seemed to have spirituality. It was wrapped in thunder, and it trembled slightly, and the patterns on it could be clearly seen. It was a bit fresh, especially the yin and yang gossip, which actually shone brightly.

"Space inside."

Zhao Yun murmured, looking at the small gourd, it seems that it is also a built-in space, but in his opinion, the level of the small gourd is much higher than that of the Qiankun bag. I am comfortable with it. It is burned with thunder almost every day, but it has not broken the prohibition .

When he closed his eyes, he continued to exercise.

The Qiankun bag trembles more fiercely, and the patterns on it become more vivid.

Night, quietly dispersed.

In the early morning, the warm sunshine flooded Canglang City.

Look at Zhao Yun, there are bloodshot eyes.

After a full night, it consumes a lot of mental energy. After a sip of the spiritual liquid, the spirit is refreshed. The spiritual liquid is not only melted with the longevity pill, but also melted with the dew, the effect is still very magical, not only replenishes the spirit, but also replenish True yuan.

When night fell, he gave up. The Universe Bag has been refined and it is faster than expected. At this moment, when I look inside, there is already a thin cloud and mist. The space is indeed much larger. It can easily fit a cow. Complete, I am afraid that two cows can also be stuffed in.

"Not bad."

Zhao Yun chuckled, and opened the Qiankun bag. All the silver bills, pills, and charms were stuffed in, hung around his waist, without any weight.

Zheng!

Accompanied by the sound of a sword blast, he went out with a sword, and danced under the moon. The sword strokes were still so exquisite, but there was only one arm left. It was incomparable to the previous one, and his own strength was greatly compromised.

I don't know when, he took the sword.

Then, there was a fast-moving spell, which was attached to the leg, and the restriction was lifted, and a strand of true essence was injected, and a strange power suddenly hit the whole body.

Whoosh!

He swishes like the wind and disappears.

"So fast."

Zhao Yun tweeted his tongue, and learned from personal experience that the speed of this talisman is unimaginable, at least faster than Fengshen's step, as if it is a gust of wind.

In a few moments, it has reached the wall.

Seeing that he was about to run into it, Zhao Yun gritted his teeth and forcibly changed his direction, avoiding the danger.

"Good boy."

The Moon God sighed, and turned her head back with the speed talisman without hitting the wall, which surprised her.

I think that when she used the magic rune for the first time back then, God knew how many mountains she had hit.

For this alone, she is inferior to Zhao Yun. In terms of talent, in her memory, she can compare to Zhao Yun. It seems that there are not many talents, such as this number of talents, if they are gods, they are definitely Megatron Huanyu.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

When the Moon God sighed, Zhao Yun didn't stop. It was like a black shadow, running around. There were trees, flower ponds, and stone tables in the courtyard. He didn't hit any of them. They all cleverly avoided and benefited. Because of his talent, the reaction was too fast.

In this way, he was able to do two things with one mind, chatting with the Moon God, and asking about his arms, he was really not used to it.

Moon God’s response contained only three words: The fifth level, as mentioned earlier, would help Zhao Yun reshape his arms, and it was a very domineering one.

The more so, the more curious Zhao Yun.

In the garden, the whistling wind is uninterrupted. Zhao Yun adapts to the speed of this talisman. It is a one-time talisman. When his own power dissipates, he also blames the speed talisman drawn by him. The level is too low. It takes only one hour to become a talisman. A piece of waste paper, even the lines on it, disappeared.

Therefore, for such a talisman, it is better to have more than one. If you really want to encounter a crisis, you really have to be chased by the strong, one talisman is exhausted, but you can't drop the chain, you have to use the second one to connect it.

Reflecting in the moonlight, he set up a table in the garden, and he had a complete set of symbols.

This time, the speed sign is drawn.

Tun, he has to do more, and he will retreat in the future, relying on it. If you can't beat it, you will explode, if you can't explode, you can't run. There are not too many ways to save your life.

For a moment, he raised his eyes to look at the sky, and when he entered his eyes, he saw a white cloud floating under the stars. To be precise, it was a big white bird, belonging to a bird mount. Although it was far away, he could still see that one. On the big bird's back, there is an old man sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes and resting.

"It's great to have a flying mount." As this said, Zhao Yun had no idea how many times he muttered, how to say it! Quite wanting to go around.

Hum!

When I was watching, my consciousness trembled suddenly.

When Zhao Yun went to see it, the Moon God had already swayed his sleeves, sprinkled a piece of golden light, still a piece of gold, in the ethereal, gathered into a secret method.

"Psychicism."

Zhao Yun read it word by word, his eyes gleaming sharply. He had seen a few words in the Profound Gate Book of Heaven. It was a mysterious and mysterious technique involving the spirit world. It can be used from the spirit. The world summons spirit beasts, so you can sign a contract with it. As for what kind of strange beast can be summoned, it depends on the skill of the operator. Even if it can be summoned, the strange beast will not necessarily sign a contract with you. The beast is also divided into strong and weak. There is no shortage of arrogant people, who don't look right, and people don't bother to take care of them.

Such a technique is also a lost technique. People of the royal family may be familiar with it, but it may not be complete.

"Whether you can summon it depends on your ability." Moon God said casually, and fell into a false sleepy sleepy sleepy afterwards. In her opinion, it is impossible for Zhao Yun to summon it.

Spiritualism is not something anyone can use. There are many restrictions. The cultivation level is one aspect. On this point, Zhao Yun is not up to the standard, at least the fourth level of true spirit; there is also blood, and there is such a kind of involvement in the world. The special bloodline of the spirit is inherently gifted to communicate with the spirit world, and Zhao Yun is obviously not of this bloodline, and if it is not, it is extremely difficult to communicate. The reason why this technique is passed on to Zhao Yun is to clean the ears and save him. The daily chirps are crooked.

"Come and fly."

Zhao Yun has put down the talisman and sat cross-legged on the ground, studying psychic.

After reading it, he couldn't help but cough.

There are conditions for spiritism, regardless of blood or cultivation, it seems that he is not qualified.

There is Jie Yin.

Psychic requires both hands to form a seal, his one-armed, really embarrassing, psychic!

"Xiu'er, something simpler."

Zhao Yun smiled and looked at the Moon God.

"This is the easiest." The Moon God shrugged, the meaning was obvious: just look at it, don't think too much, what to do.

Zhao Yun took a deep breath, his face was a little dark, in the middle of the night, are you kidding me?

No, I have to try.

Zhao Yun buried his head. He was an unbeliever. He needed both hands to make seals. He could do the same with one hand. It only took a little more time. As for the cultivation base, he would be hardened. His own background is not weak. The problem! There is a saying in this secret technique that there is the possibility of channeling as well as ordinary blood, but it is difficult.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated.

Moon God glanced at her and continued to sleep.

The night is quiet.

At the end of the month, Zhao Yun put aside the muttering, which should be chanting the psychic determination, and the one-handed, not idle, practiced the fingerprints again and again to try to change the knots of both hands into one-handed.

All of these can be overcome. The difficulty is the spirit, and he needs to communicate with the spiritual world. After all, he doesn't belong to the same world, so how easy it is to communicate.

If this is a road, then there is darkness ahead, and he needs to fumble all the way forward.

His mind is empty, like an old monk sitting in meditation, with no foreign objects in his mind. While meditating on his mind, he feels the spirit while trying to communicate with the spirit world.

Bathed in the stars, his body is quite radiant, and sometimes, there will be more dreams.

If anyone is here, he will be surprised, because looking from behind him, it seems that there is another reflection from the back, but it is a surprise.

These, Luna does not know.

That beautiful god, whose mind is in a state of addict, may be enlightening the Great Way.

Here, Zhao Yun is still muttering.

Psychic determination is very mysterious.

During the silent meditation, a second back figure appeared on his body, making his consciousness blank, and his mind was also blackened.

Waiting to restore his qingming, he seemed to see a vast world, like a misty fairyland. Vaguely, he could see birds and beasts, vaguely hear the roar of dragons and tigers, and his soul trembled. There was a moment, almost collapse.

"Spirit world?"

He muttered, and glanced at the Moon God, the girl seemed to be asleep, and there was no response.

Afterwards, like that vast world, he saw it more than once, and once more clearly.

"Just say it!"

Zhao Yun smiled, and immediately opened his eyes, bit his finger, and pinched the mudra, meditating in his heart.

"Psychic."

After completing a set of movements, he pressed a palm to the ground, and said in a domineering gesture.

Hum!

The earth trembles, centering on his palm, there are strange lines, portrayed, and there is a breath that is not part of this world, wandering in the pattern.

Well....!

Zhao Yun snorted and collapsed to the ground.

The so-called channeling is the depletion of true essence. He had prepared for it, but he didn't know the horror of depletion. In a flash, he drew out all his true power, and even his qi and blood were slumped to the extreme.

Thanks to his strong background, otherwise, most of them have been drawn into a corpse.

"grass."

In the dark, someone seemed to explode.

Whoosh!

At the same moment, in the psychic pattern array, a strange beast manifested itself. It was really a bird, about two feet in size, and it was black all over, like a large crow. Its hair was not so smooth. The strange thing was that it was still dyed. With blood.

"It's done."

Zhao Yun's eyes were full of surprises, and he was also full of curiosity. He grew up so big that he had seen a lot of monsters and spirit beasts.

"You are so special."

There was another foul language. Zhao Yun was inexplicably listening, and he looked around for a while, and then his eyes fell on the **** bird.

When he saw it, the bird's eyes seemed to have flames burning, and the temperament seemed not very good. It really performed a certain kind of anger to the extreme. If you don't know it, he thought it had revenge for killing his father?

"Xiu'er, is it scolding me."

Zhao Yun coughed and called out.

Moon God opened his eyes and glanced.

With this look, she who was reclining on the moon, sat up suddenly.