"At least it is the peak of Erji."

Ma Yu hesitated a little, but finally spoke.

"Is it possible to break through the Three Silences?"

This is what Sang Wuyin cares about the most.

If a talisman master's soul can break through the Three Silences, his talisman will be infinite.

"It is difficult for the soul to break through the Three Silent Realm. I believe you know better than me. How many great talisman masters are there in the Sang family? Because the soul is trapped at the peak of the Second Silent Realm, it makes it difficult for the talisman to make progress again and again?"

Ma Yu said with a wry smile.

Sang Wuyin was indeed very clear that what Ma Yu said was not a false sense. The peak of the Second Silent Realm was an insurmountable hurdle for Master Sang’s family.

This level of realm will not prevent your soul power from being powerful and diligent, but it will make your understanding of talismans stagnate forever. No matter how huge your soul power is, you are so huge that you don’t need to worry about the consumption of soul power, you will still be able to stop moving forward in the end.

"Yes, there are not many souls in the entire ten states reaching the Sanji Realm, and one less one after Sang Bulu left."

Sang Wuyin breathed a sigh of relief.

On the Wuyun Tower, Wen Huazi and his friends looked at Chu Cheng with their eyes sharper.

"These purple clouds are all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that gather? This Chu Cheng did not show any signs of mountains or water when he wrote the poem. He didn't expect that he had such a way."

Xie Xuanchen couldn't help but feel a little hot when he remembered the words he had given first.

"This method is actually not unusual."

Wen Huazi shook her head.

"His technique seems to have obtained the true teachings of Sang Bulun, but the strange phenomena of heaven and earth caused by Sang Bulun's drawing talismans when he was young were even more terrifying than what he saw."

His age and experience are far superior to those around him, so he can see the origin of Chu Cheng's move at a glance.

"How could Sang Bulun's method be with Chu Cheng?"

Zhang Wuji asked in confusion.

"Maybe I should use this to ask the orphan to Chucheng before my death."

Wen Huazi picked up the teacup beside her and took a sip.

"After Sang Bulun's death, Chu Cheng was willing to stand on the side of the Tianzi. He must have suffered the benefits of Sang Bulun during his lifetime."

He added.

"Sang Bulun's method of gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is really not simple. Even if you and I cannot absorb such a huge spiritual energy of heaven and earth in one breath, you or I may not be able to do it."

Zhang Wuji looked at the purple cloud above his head.

"It's terrible that there was no movement when writing. Doesn't it mean that his soul is not as strong as Xie Mingxuan?"

Xie Xuanchen naturally hoped that Xie Mingxuan would win in his heart.

"It's hard to say. If he deliberately restrains his soul, you and I can't actually feel it."

Wen Huazi shook her head.

"But in this game, I think Xie Mingxuan's chances of winning are still higher. After all, the fifth-grade talisman is the fifth-grade. Even if he gets some methods of Sang Bulun, he cannot change this."

He changed his mind.

"I agree with Senior Wen Huazi's statement."

Zhang Wuji nodded as well.

At the moment when Chu Cheng showed strangeness, he had actually noticed it.

Compared to others, he had another purpose in this trip, which was to find the disciple who killed him, and finally used his soul to pass through the water moon stone to assassinate him.

Although Chu Cheng's performance just now was unexpected, it was not amazing enough to make him notice.

"But since he has such a good method, why did he choose to use fifth-grade talismans instead of sixth-grade?"

Although Xie Xuanchen really wanted Xie Mingxuan to win, the doubts in his heart were unsolvable, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

"As far as I know, the only thing that can be used to burn the wind talisman of the other party is the Spring Rain Talisman, and the highest inheritance of the Spring Rain Talisman is only the sixth grade. It should be a helpless move for him to choose the Spring Rain Talisman, just to give it a try."

Wen Huazi disagreed with this issue. He has been dealing with these talisman masters for many years and knows a lot about the various inheritance restrictions of talisman masters. Many talisman masters may only practice one talisman in their lifetime, so when they encounter Chu Cheng, even in a critical moment, they can only take out a fifth-grade talisman, which is nothing.

Hearing Wen Huazi's words, Xie Xuanchen, who had been a little worried before, finally felt completely relieved.

And just as the people on Sang Wuyin were frowning one by one, Sang Xiaoman smiled relaxed.

"Hehe, I deserve to be a disciple I taught."

She looked at "Chu Cheng" with satisfaction.

In fact, Sang Wuyin and Wen Huazi and the others were right. This method of attracting purple air into the ink was indeed from the Sang family's Tianzhi, but it was also a method of Sang Bulun's personal transmission.

But it was not Chu Cheng who learned this method, and it was not Sang Bulun who taught this method.

"Miss, what's going on? How could the master's method of attracting qi into the talisman be in Chu Cheng's hands?"

Zhairong looked at Sang Xiaoman with confusion.

"I taught it."

Sang Xiaoman smiled slightly and whispered.

"How...

"Shh..."

Zhairong was interrupted by Sang Xiaoman before he could say anything.

"I only taught one person, you should know that old man Zhai."

I saw her looking forward with a smile, then she looked straight.

"It's him!"

When Zhai Rong heard this, his pupils suddenly dilated.

Although Zhao Xuanjun on the side was healing his wounds, he still listened to the conversation between the two people in a real way, and immediately stood up and walked to Sang Xiaoman.

"Cousin, are you sure it's him?"

He asked Sang Xiaoman with excitement.

"Who else knows that I like to steal wine and eat in Qiushui?"

Sang Xiaoman curled up the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Xuanjun suppressed the joy in his heart when he heard this, and then said happily:

"I knew if he died."

"Cousin, you should heal your wounds quickly. After this Danshu Club, I'm afraid there will be a bad battle to fight."

Sang Xiaoman glanced at Zhao Xuanjun with some concern.

After all, this Dan Book Club is for the insiders of the Sang family. Even if she could win the Dan Book Club, she never thought that Sang Wuyin and his group would be willing to submit.

"Don't worry, I've recovered so much. I can't even block me if I go with a ray of wind and thunder."

He looked in the direction of Chu Cheng and smiled. When he spoke, the long swords in the sword box behind him made a sound of thunder.

In the different states of mind between the two sides, the "Chuncheng" "Spring Rain Talisman" has entered the final stage.

Looking at the purple air everywhere, which was melted into the pen and ink bit by bit, Xie Mingxuan stood up uncontrollably.

Sang Wuyin and Ma Yu, not far behind him, couldn't help but step forward.

Both talisman masters knew very well that if you want to lock such a huge amount of spiritual energy in the world into a fifth-grade talisman, the last step of the talisman is the key. You can lock everything and everything will be fine, and you can't lock it up and all your previous efforts will be wasted.

"I want to see what means he will use to lock these spiritual energy in the world."
Chapter completed!