When Sang Wuyin heard this round of Ma Yu's painting of talismans, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This can prevent Chu Cheng from accidentally using some special talismans, allowing Ma Yu to take the initiative in this competition in his hands.

But when he thought that he was worried about who would draw the talisman in this round, he couldn't help but feel a little angry. You must know that before Chu Cheng appeared, he was sure to win this competition.

"Old Ma, this game is not just about winning."

Sang Wuyin looked at Ma Yu who was about to take the stage meaningfully.

"Don't worry, unless Sang Bulun is alive, don't think about breaking my talisman."

Ma Yu said confidently that after obtaining the right to draw talismans, he didn't have to worry about Chu Cheng's tricks.

"Old Chu, I'm not polite."

He walked in the middle of the platform and bowed to Chu Cheng who was standing on the other side.

"Old Ma, please."

Chu Cheng made a gesture of invitation with a smile.

Because Ma Yu did not re-grind, he sat down and directly laid out the talisman paper, picked up his talisman pen and prepared to finish the pen.

It's much easier than Chucheng.

As the Master Fu, who was once second only to Sang Bulun, everyone was looking forward to his first look. A group of people stared at the center of the platform with concentration and calmness.

Ma Yu did not disappoint them. The moment he wrote, everyone felt that his breathing was stagnant, and an invisible soul power drown them like a tide.

Then the "tide" became extremely hot, just like the boiling water.

The suffocation and the burning pain intersected, causing some practitioners with insufficient concentration to scream and scream in pain.

Fortunately, this feeling was fleeting and no one was really hurt.

However, compared to the oppression brought by the previous few people when they released their soul power, Ma Yu's soul power is so powerful that he can directly kill people. It goes without saying which one is stronger.

"Old Ma's use of the power of the soul is truly perfect."

Wen Huazi sighed.

"Ma Lao Ma's soul realm has already broken through the Three Ji?"

Xie Wenxuan's spine was a little cold when he was pressed by the power of his soul just now, and his attitude when he spoke became much more modest.

"It's still the peak of Erji."

Zhang Wuji, who was beside him, said without looking back, and said expressionlessly.

"Releasing such a pure and huge soul power in one breath is more than a little stronger than the previous talisman masters. This is definitely not the Second Silent Realm."

Xie Xuanchen retorted.

Zhang Wuji looked at him like an idiot when he heard this, then turned his head without saying a word and continued to stare at Qiyuetai intently.

"What kind of eyes are you..."

"After the second silence, the realm of the soul cannot be determined simply by the strength of the soul's power. The strength of the soul is at most a stepping stone to the realm of the Three Silences. Of course, even if you cannot break the realm, the growth of the soul's power will not stop."

Xie Xuanchen was furious when Zhang Wuji saw it. He was about to have an attack, but was interrupted by Wen Huazi.

"So, in the two realms of silence, the strength of the soul and the strength of the power is also very different."

Wen Huazi didn't want the two to start arguing at this time, so he explained to Xie Xuanchen.

"Senior Xie Wenhuazi answered his questions."

Xie Xuanchen said thank you a little embarrassedly.

"In fact, the reason why Ma Yu's soul is so domineering may be related to the pen in his hand. I can feel that there is a heavy soul resentment in that talisman pen."

Zhang Wuji pointed to the talisman pen in Ma Yu's hand.

Wen Huazi and Xie Xuanchen looked carefully and found that the talisman pen in Ma Yu's hand was indeed a bit special.

First of all, the pen of the talisman pen is carved from a piece of green jade, but the jade is covered with black hairsprings, and these hairsprings are wandering in the pen like living things.

The material of the brush tip is a piece of white hair that looks like blood. Against the backdrop of the demon blood talisman, it has a strange beauty.

The most special thing is the demonic power mixed with resentment that ripples from the talisman pen.

"This is a talisman pen that seals the soul of the great demon."

After watching for a long time, Wen Huazi finally spoke.

The monks of the Ten State did not repel the magic weapons made by monsters, but it was rare to see the talisman pen sealing the soul of a big demon.

"Is this a prisoner pen?"

After pondering for a while, Wen Huazi spoke again.

In Wen Huazi's memory, only this prison pen sealed the soul of a big monster.

Like Wen Huazi, there was another person who recognized this talisman pen.

This is Dongfangli sitting with Ao Jieyou.

As the daughter of the demon queen, she could not have known this pen, because this phoenix pen was the greatest shame for the demon clan in thousands of years.

This talisman pen is made from the bones, hair, and even soul of the demon tribe from beginning to end.

One of them wanted to destroy this pen, but they couldn't find any trace of it. Unexpectedly, they accidentally bumped into it today.

"Calm down, this is the Sang family, and it's not the time yet."

Dongfangli stood up directly from the seat and wanted to grab the talisman pen directly, but was stopped by Ao Jieyou.

The sword Buddha naturally recognized this pen, so he said to Dongfang Li with a little apology:

"Miss Oriental Girl, don't be impulsive. Since this transaction has appeared, after the alchemy book club is over, I will definitely help you get it back."

They all believe that Dongfang Li has the ability to win a pen, but obviously this is not the time.

After all, Dongfang Li is not a young girl who is not very experienced in the world. She calmed down after being told by the Sword Buddha.

"Sorry, I was impulsive."

She nodded to the sword Buddha with a little apology, and then sat down again.

"However, in addition to enhancing the holder's soul and increasing the chance of becoming a talisman, this pen will also greatly increase the murderous intent of the drawn talisman. Once it is contaminated by this talisman, it will be difficult for ordinary cultivators to get out of it."

She frowned.

He even knows this Prisoner Pen better than the Sang family.

"So, the outcome of this game is second, and Chu Cheng's life is what they want."

The sword Buddha snorted a few words with a little anger.

He originally had no hatred for Sang Wuyin, but when he saw them taking out evil things like the Prison Pen, he immediately had no favoritism for this side.

Let’s talk about this Ma Yu.

With the help of the Prisoner Pen, his talisman was like a fish in water.

Feeling the continuous power of the soul coming from the talisman pen, he began to release his soul unscrupulously, frantically plunder the pure fire element from the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth, and then incorporate it into the talisman ink and seal it in a talisman.

In less than half an hour, the talisman head and body of this talisman were completed.

Everything went smoothly beyond imagination.

However, when he was preparing to draw the tail of the talisman, he encountered the same problem as Chu Cheng in the previous game, how to seal such a huge pure fire element.

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Chapter completed!