But this time, the talisman net in front of Sang Xiaoman just trembled slightly, and then withstood the bombardment of more than a hundred wind and thunder cannons.

What's even more strange is that when the wind and thunder cannon and the talisman net were in a stalemate, purple lightning stretched out from the talisman net like tentacles, and frantically tearing and devouring the spiritual power released by the wind and thunder cannon.

Therefore, when the wind and thunder cannons came down, Sang Xiaoman's talisman net was not dimmed at all, but became even stronger. The purple lightnings floating in it began to show the power of thunder.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Huazi's fourth round of wind and thunder cannon arrived as scheduled.

After filling in enough spirit stones, the attack of the wind and thunder cannon will not stop unless it is exhausted from the spirit stone's spiritual power, and even the cloud ships in the sky cannot move.

And this time, after more than a hundred light columns fell, the talisman net in front of Sang Xiaoman didn't even shake it, and it scattered over the ancestral hall like a rock.

The strange purple lightning was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and it wrapped itself up the moment the light column fell, greedily devouring the spiritual power of the Fenglei Cannon.

There is no doubt that Sang Xiaoman's talisman net has grown stronger again.

Wen Huazi, who has always been very confident, was also panicked at this time.

This was the first time he saw something that could withstand the bombardment of the wind and thunder cannons so easily. More than a hundred wind and thunder cannons fired volleys. Even the saint realm cultivators could only retreat and had no way to compete. You must know that this is a powerful weapon for the Immortal Alliance to fight against.

"What is this talisman net?"

He looked at Sang Wuyin with confusion.

As one of the strongest talisman masters in the Sang family, how could he not see what this is?

In fact, he had already seen some clues in the second round of bombardment of the Fenglei Cannon, but he didn't want to admit it in his heart. When he saw Sang Xiaoman's soul entering the Sanji Realm, his heart was completely ashamed. Even if he was unwilling to admit it, the facts were already in front of him.

"If I guess correctly, this should be the secret of the word "Tianzi" and the eighth-grade talisman of the Sang Family."

After hesitating for a while, Sang Wuyin finally spoke.

"The eighth-grade talisman, isn't the highest talisman in this world only has the seventh grade?"

Wen Huazi looked shocked.

"This is only the Sang family knows the secret."

Sang Wuyin's face was tragic.

"What should we do now?"

Wen Huazi suddenly panicked.

Before Sang Wuyin could answer, the fifth round of wind and thunder cannon fell again.

This time I still couldn't hurt any of the talisman nets.

On the contrary, the purple light on the talisman network became thicker and thicker, and the thunder power with a destructive aura became heavier and heavier.

When the purple lightning streaks swallowed all the power of this round of wind and thunder cannon. Sang Xiaoman, who had been fingering the sky, suddenly overlapped his palms with his palms, while pushing forward suddenly, and shouted coldly with his eyes.

With this clear shout, her powerful soul power came out again, and purple lightning began to outline runes above her talisman net. These runes were not as dense as before, but each one was large, and they were scattered in various directions of the talisman net. Some runes were even in the east of Yunjing City and the other in the west of the city.

These runes that were far apart were finally connected by purple lightnings, forming a brand new huge cloud pattern over the talisman network.

After a cloud was formed, another cloud was generated immediately above this cloud.

But in an instant, the huge cloud composed of the strange runes had already stacked nine layers above the talisman net.

But each floor is smaller than the lower floor, and from a distance it looks like the top of a circular pagoda.

Almost at the same time when this "wander tower" appeared, Wenhuazi's sixth round of wind and thunder cannon fell.

This time, the wind and thunder cannon was completely reduced to the nutrients of this "tale tower".

Hundreds of terrifying light columns shot from the cloud ship were swallowed up by this "tale tower" in an instant, and there was no time to stir up a ripples of spiritual power.

After completely absorbing the spiritual power of these wind and thunder cannons, the clouds on the tenta began to rotate, layer by layer like nine huge millstones. Every time they rotated, the entire tenta would light up one minute.

When the nine-story clouds turned around, a purple electric light shaped like a spear suddenly appeared in the center of the talisman tower.

When the nine-layer clouds rotate for another week, this purple electric light will become stronger.

"That's right, this is the Sang Family Ancestor Talisman, the eighth-grade Yunfa Tian Blade!"

Looking at the purple electric light condensed into substance, an elderly Sang family talisman master exclaimed in surprise.

"The Sky-Shad Blade, this is really the Sang Family Sky-Shad Blade."

"Three hundred years more than three thousand years? Our tribe's Heavenly Blade has never appeared since the battle with the Buddha Kingdom!"

The elderly Sang family talisman masters looked at the huge talisman above their heads and suddenly bowed down together.

In the Immortal Palace, both cultivators and talisman masters, there is an almost blind worship of the strong. If the totems in the secular world are gods, Buddhas and spiritual objects, then the totems in the Immortal Palace are real strong people.

...

"Is there no way to crack this Sky-Slaying Blade?"

After the sixth round of wind and thunder cannon attack was useless, Wen Huazi's face turned completely pale and he had no idea for a moment.

"Yes." Sang Wuyin smiled bitterly, "Another eighth-grade cloud-boosting shield."

Seeing that Wen Huazi was still confused, he sighed and explained:

"In order to deal with the powerful enemy, the ancestors of the Sang family used the power of the entire clan and spent thousands of years. Based on the unique clouds of the seventh grade, the Sang family created two unprecedented two powerful talismans. We call them the Sang family's ancestor talisman, which is the eighth grade talisman. One of them is the Sky-Shaped Blade you see, and the other is the Sky-Purifying Shield. The two talismans happen to be mutually generated and restrained."

"But why haven't you heard of it before?"

Wen Huazi wondered.

"The ancestor talisman is the secret of the word "Tian" lineage, and the complexity is not comparable to ordinary talismans. There are 26,742 runes alone. You should know that a great talisman master has only learned a few hundred runes, so no one has learned it even in the word "Tian" for thousands of years."

Sang Wuyin smiled bitterly.

In fact, there is one thing he hasn't said yet, and this is exactly what makes him feel disheartened at the moment.

According to the Sang family's ancestral home records, these two eighth-grade talismans have been completed by the Sang family's talisman master since their establishment. At most, hundreds of Sang family's talisman masters were used, and finally they were only completed in order to even use hundreds of Sang family's talisman masters. This time, the Sang family's ancestral talismans have never appeared again.

But today, Sang Xiaoman actually completed the Sky-Shaped Blade with his own strength, which was not even the ancestors of the Sang family did.

So even if he got the method of drawing these two talismans, he could not do it like Sang Xiaoman. Sang Wuyin finally realized that the gap between him and Sang Xiaoman was almost the distance between heaven and earth.

This is what makes him really desperate.

Sang Xiaoman, who held the sky with his palms, was favored by Sang Xiaoman on the ruins, and suddenly looked like a fairy in the Nine Heavens, chanting loudly:

"My descendants of Sang family remember that the immortals have lost their kindness, the Buddha has lost their compassion, and monsters are rampant..."

Only after she recited, the elderly cultivators standing in the ancestral hall stood up straight with solemn expressions and recited in unison:

"The chaotic times are approaching. I use my talisman to attack the immortals and Buddhas, guard the mountain gate, return the sun and the moon to make the sun and the bright light, and keep the peace of the people. This is the fate of our clan, even if we are dying, we must not refuse..."

Some things that have been forgotten by the Sang family for a long time, just like the ancestral teachings of the Sang family, have finally been remembered by some people.

The Sang family in Yanzhou has always been different from other forces in the Shizhou Immortal Sect. They are a force composed of desperate refugees. They have no noble bloodline or family heritage. Each talisman is the hard work of countless people day and night. It is a sect that has truly been established from scratch by ordinary civilians.

And amid the chanting, the last round of wind and thunder cannon fell.

The huge purple lightning spear nurtured in the tent tower broke out almost at the same time, and the "roar" that burst out from the torn air was like the shouts of countless people.

In the end, this purple lightning spear penetrated the barrier of the cloud ship fleet. The purple lightnings were about to be closest to the closest. The dozens of cloud ships that had not had time to evacuate were torn to pieces. The fragments of the cloud ship floated over Yunjing City like paper scrapes.

But not everyone thinks so, such as Sang Wuyin.

As early as when the Sky-Stripping Blade was shot out, he had already escaped outside the ancestral hall with Sang Wuyin.

"Open the Xiaotian Punishment Formation."

He and Sang Wuyin stood at the bow of an escaped cloud ship. He looked at Sang Xiaoman standing in the ancestral hall with his eyes cold and authentic.

"Do you want the Sang family's ancestral talisman?"

Wen Huazi asked beside him.

"Just think that the Sang family has never had this thing."

Sang Wuyin's tone was cold.

After seeing Sang Xiaoman drawing the ancestral talisman with his own strength, he knew that no matter what he was, he could not do this. In his opinion, since he could not do it, no one would need to do it in these ten states.

"Okay, I think I can't reach the realm of the remnant of Qiu Shui, but if he disappears, I will still be the first sword cultivator in the ten states."

Sang Wuyin nodded too.
Chapter completed!