There was nothing to say all night, and the wind and snow at dawn broke open the dark night before dawn.

In the cold winter, heavy snow is the most common sight. There is no trace of the sun in the sky, the gray sky and the white snow.

The sound of an eagle cry cut through the quiet sky.

The two big white horses seemed to have been sleeping and screamed happily, then neighed down and ate the cold weeds in the snow.

Wu Ying slowly opened his eyes, looking at the vast white field stained by heavy snow, and was then dazzlingly reflected by the dawn morning light.

She narrowed her eyes very uncomfortable and said, "This night... was very quiet."

If the thunder talisman is successful, it is impossible to be so quiet that people or horses sleep until the sky is shining.

Her words were very obvious. Before she fell asleep last night, Ling Tiansu said that he could understand the thirty-six talismans overnight.

But looking at the white earth without a trace of destruction and the quiet sleep in the middle of the night, it proved well that what he said did not become a reality.

As Ling Tiansu got up, the snow piled on his body slid down his robe. The light golden flames in his body were dyed and fleeting on the surface of the robe. Soon, the cold moisture accumulated in his clothes overnight was drying, and his body suddenly became warm.

He rubbed his sore wrists, looked down at Wu Ying, who was sitting on the ground, who was almost buried in heavy snow, and laughed in a low voice, with a hint of embarrassment.

Wu Ying was slightly stunned, as if she had noticed something, so her eyes fell seriously on his palm, with a hint of inexplicable expectation.

Ling Tiansu took a deep breath and sucked the cold air in winter morning into his lungs, making his mind clear.

He raised his arm and carefully described the words composed of lightning. The four strokes were still completed in ten breaths.

The thunder talisman appeared in mid-air, and Ling Tiansu was able to draw thunder with ten breaths last night.

After midnight, he still had ten breaths, and he had not made any progress at all.

But when he finished the last stroke, just as the thunder was about to emerge from the talisman, he withdrew his finger, changed it to a palm, and gently pressed it on the talisman surface.

The thunder talisman condensed in the air soon disappeared silently like four rays of light swallowed by the darkness...

Wu Ying's dark eyes flashed slightly.

Ling Tiansu raised his sleeves lightly, and he stretched out his fingers again to start painting. This time, it was the "Moon Thunder Slash" composed of eight strokes.

He took a full ten breaths of "Thunder" in four strokes. According to common sense, he should take more time to complete the relatively complex "Moon Thunder Slash".

Unexpectedly, under the uneasy fingers, a mysterious and magical light gathered in the air, and another ten breaths of kung fu passed.

Ling Tiansu completed the last step of the "Moon Thunder Slash", and the talisman of the "Moon Thunder Slash" perfectly formed a talisman.

But Ling Tiansu did not release the power in the talisman, and put away his fingers again and turned into a palm and pressed them down.

The "Moon Thunder Slash" also disappeared without a trace like the "thunder" just now.

Wu Ying nodded and said lightly: "Not bad."

Ling Tiansu smiled slightly, restrained the slightest slight slight pride in his eyes, and turned into very seriousness.

Then he began to draw the "Flash Butterfly" composed of sixteen strokes. This time he still only used ten breaths of effort, and perfectly outlined the last stroke of the talisman.

However, the talisman power of the "Flash Butterfly" was still not released from his fingertips, and followed his usual light pressure movements.

The "Flash Butterfly" disappeared.

This cycle continued, from the first talisman to the last thirty-sixth talisman, each of his talismans was extremely persistent and only ten breaths of effort was used to complete it.

Moreover, each talisman was under the control of Ling Tiansu Zhan and did not release the energy in the talisman.

Wu Ying slowly stood up, patted the heavy snow on his body and head, and said, "It's amazing, even more powerful than I imagined. You can integrate all the thirty-six talismans in just half the night, and retract them freely. The perfect formation of a talisman. When you finish drawing the last stroke, the power in it will be like a bowstring, and it is difficult to retract control, especially the 'Sharp Thunder' composed of the last seventy-nine strokes.

When this talisman is completed, the energy contained in it is very huge and uncontrollable. If it is not released, it may even retaliate against itself. But you can still remove the power from the talisman without any breath. Even I did not do this."

Ling Tiansu rubbed his eyes that had not been asleep for a night and focused on looking at the talismans and said, "You can't do it. It's not that your talent and strength are weaker than mine, but that your heart is too heavy, and I can't be considered as integrating and integrating. I have to spend ten breaths to complete each of these thirty-six talismans, each of which is so slow.

If it is a life-and-death showdown, I will have to spend ten breaths to draw talismans. During this time, it will be enough for the enemy to avoid the rune's attack range and even get close to me."

Ling Tiansu turned around and looked at Wu Ying, and continued, "When you drew the seven-pointed star thunder killing talisman, I saw that the hundred horse riding thieves rode on fast horses without even running ten meters away. Your attack had reached it, and they were all killed. What I want to practice now is the speed of drawing talismans."

Wu Ying turned around and patted the snow on the horse's back, then turned over the horse, sat on the horse's back and looked at him and said:

"Last night, your problem was not knowing how to draw talismans, but you solved this problem early this morning. Today's new problem, I believe, is not a problem for you, so let's continue to rush."

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The winter in the south is also full of heavy snow. For the Tianyu Imperial City, which is located in the cold area of ​​the north, it is even more heavy snowing. The rivers are frozen, and the vast sea of ​​clouds are densely covered with white snowflakes.

The dark clouds covered the sky, causing the entire Tianyu Imperial City to fall into a hazy atmosphere.

The snow retreated toward the Duke and Mausoleum.

The court officials have retreated from the Daziming Hall in the imperial city one after another, only the middle-aged emperor sat alone on the dragon throne, with a deep and cold look at the vast and clean hall.

Even though the seven majestic and sacred gates of the hall were not closed, the entire imperial city seemed dark under the snow.

The unclear morning light cannot illuminate the vast Da Ziming Hall, so the emperor's stiff contours are not truly visible between the darkness and the faint light.

The jade bead curtain hanging down from the black crown seemed to be still, standing still without moving.

Now, he sits at the peak of Beili, with the power to control the life and death of all people. The terrifying authority has not brought any pleasant changes to the emperor's expression.

With his faint eyes open, finally... the jade bead curtain under the crown finally began to tremble slightly.

The solemn hall was cleared, and at the moment of his slight movement, the silence was broken by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

The middle-aged emperor moved slightly, and then slowly stood up from the dragon throne. He stood on the high steps, overlooking the two loud and loud shadows falling out of the void in the hall.

The cold expression finally changed a little, and a smile slowly appeared on the emperor's face. He said, "Welcome the national teacher, the Ming will return home."

He directly ignored the heavy injuries on Shao Mingjun and Ming Jiang Qianmo.

The dark chains wrapped around Shao Mingjun's body that protected his body for many years were completely broken, and only a broken and miserable part of his heart was extended and hanging.

His handsome face had long been stained with blue blood, his breath was disordered and weak, and the fear in his vertical pupils had not completely dissipated.

Ming was even more ineffective in rubbing lead. A big hole was directly damaged on one side of his abdomen. What was terrifying was the edge of the big hole. The seal of the teeth was seen, as if a large piece of flesh and blood was bitten by some wild beast.

Inside the big hole, blue blood was flowing wildly, and even the crimson ribs and the squirming large intestines were clearly visible.

With such heavy injuries, even a practitioner with a high level of cultivation would be unable to save his life.

But the lead still lives tenaciously.

For the two people who were so embarrassed, the King of Beili was still able to speak calmly greeting words without changing his expression.

(ps: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone, today's fourth update, I love you.)
Chapter completed!