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Chapter 467

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Shen Luo's feet flashed, and a shadow of the moon flashed. His figure instantly disappeared from the spot, and in a flash, he appeared behind the silver-armored Heavenly Soldier.

The latter's reaction was also extremely fast. His waist remained motionless, but the spear in his hand made a roaring sound like a dragon's roar. His upper body suddenly twisted, and the tip of the spear also abruptly stabbed back. It was an extremely beautiful back thrust.

A snow-white vortex suddenly appeared on the tip of the spear, and the cold air in it was awe-inspiring. It went straight to Shen Luo's heart.

Shen Luo's forward momentum was swift, and it was already too late for him to dodge. He could only roar and use his Yellow Court Scripture with all his might. The power of four dragons and four elephants filled his entire body. He pulled back his hand that was wielding the whip, and his other hand turned into a huge dragon claw that grabbed toward the tip of the spear.

"Zheng" a sharp sound.

The silver spear suddenly nailed into the palm of the dragon claw, and the vortex at the tip of the spear rotated violently. A powerful twisting force came out from it, and it carried a burst of penetrating cold air, attacking Shen Luo.

Shen Luo's arm made a "Ka Ka" sound, and a layer of snow-white ice crystals spread from the palm of his claw. Soon his entire arm was frozen, and a burst of bone-chilling coldness continued to penetrate into the bone marrow.

"Although I have advanced to the Soul Condensation Stage, my lifespan is still pitifully short compared to the cultivators of the same level. I can't fall so easily." Shen Luo secretly said in his heart.

While thinking, the twenty meridians in his body lit up at the same time, and a powerful fluctuation of spiritual power surged out. The dragon claw arm also shook suddenly, and bursts of light came out of the body, shattering all the ice.

Shen Luo's dragon claw rushed forward and grabbed the silver spear. With a sudden pull, the silver-armored Heavenly Soldier was pulled to the front of him. He clenched the Liu Chen Whip in his other hand, and immediately smashed it down on the soldier's head.

The silver-armored Heavenly Soldier saw that he couldn't withdraw the spear, so he had to let go of his hands and cross his arms above his head.

"Boom!" A muffled sound rang out.

The black light on the Liuchen Whip exploded, and the arms of the Silver-armored Celestial Soldier were broken. His head was smashed into a pulp, and his body gradually dissipated. A white light shot out from his body and flew into Shen Luo's body.

Shen Luo felt the ball of white light fuse into his spirit. Before he could examine it closely, he had already returned to the golden palace.

At this moment, he had already retracted the power of the dragon elephant. He lowered his head and looked at his left hand, only to see a bruise on his arm under his sleeve. There were actually wisps of cold air circling inside, which had not dissipated.

Shen Luo recalled the Heavenly Soldier's sudden attack and thought to himself with lingering fear, "My life is precious now. I have to be more careful in future battles. Even though my cultivation has skyrocketed, my combat experience is still lacking."

At this moment, the golden pagoda in the golden-armored heavenly general's hand lit up, and another golden pill shot out, flying toward him.

Shen Luo caught the Golden Core. With a thought, he turned around and left the hall.

When he came out of the hall, he glanced down, but he couldn't see Ao Hong's figure, so he returned to the steps and sat down. He threw the pill into his mouth and swallowed it.

After a while of cultivation, the remaining cold air on Shen Luo's arm was dispelled, and the spiritual power in his body increased a little. However, the bottleneck of the late dacheng stage was still there. It seemed that there was still a long way to go before the breakthrough.

After Shen Luo recovered, he did not rush to get up and enter the hall to challenge again. Instead, he sat on the ground and thought.

In the past, he didn't feel that the time in the dream was precious. Every time he wanted to solve the problem in the dream as soon as possible so that he could return to reality as soon as possible. But now he realized that the time in the dream was actually a real huge wealth for him.

In reality, the reason why he could cultivate at a slightly faster speed than ordinary people and master high-grade talismans such as the "thunder talisman" and "armor breaking talisman" was all because of the continuous experience in the dream.

So this time, Shen Luo decided not to leave the dream in a hurry. He wanted to use this time to accumulate more experience in reality.

"Ma Xiuxiu has always wanted me to draw a high-grade" Memory Talisman "for her. If I can really learn this talisman, I think I can sell it at a good price in the Jubao Hall." Shen Luo rubbed his chin and murmured.

The reason why he thought of this first was that Ma Xiuxiu had mentioned it in front of him many times. The other was that this talisman was very special. It neither required high-grade talisman paper nor special talisman ink. It only required the power of the soul.

If it was an ordinary person, it would naturally be very difficult to draw this talisman, but for Shen Luo in the dream, it wouldn't be too difficult to draw this talisman because he had the advantage of outstanding talent and the strength of his Soul.

Shen Luo thought of this and then took out the seven-star pen. He stroked it with his palm and took out a thick stack of yellow talisman paper and a small jar of cinnabar talisman ink.

After getting ready, he closed his eyes and sat down cross-legged. He began to carefully recall the various details of the Memory Talisman.

After a while, Shen Luo suddenly opened his eyes. He raised two fingers and hooked them forward. Several yellow talisman papers beside him flew up by themselves with a "Hua La" sound. They were suspended in front of him like soldiers.

Shen Luo didn't have a table in front of him, so he could only pick up the seven-star pen and draw talisman in the air.

He touched the talisman paper with the tip of the pen, but his eyes were closed again. His sight had already fallen on his sea of consciousness. It was calm and peaceful. The little man transformed by the soul was sitting cross-legged in the sea of consciousness just like him.

Shen Luo's mind moved, and the little man raised an arm like him. But there was no pen in his hand, so he used his fingers as a knife and drew in the air.

With the rotation of his wrist, a wisp of soul power flowed out from his fingertips like a silk thread. It meandered in the air like drawing with a pen and ink. Soon, a small half of the talisman line was condensed.

It was just that drawing talisman with the power of the soul was not like writing with a pen and ink. Shen Luo's heart was slightly disturbed. The soul power at his fingertips suddenly fluctuated. In the center of the originally smooth talisman line, a black lump suddenly appeared.

Outside the sea of consciousness, the talisman paper suspended in the air was pierced through by the seven-star pen in Shen Luo's hand, piercing a hole.

Shen Luo opened his eyes and took a closer look at the half talisman drawn on the yellow talisman paper. It was like a child's doodle. Where was the spirit of a talisman?

In this regard, Shen Luo had already expected it. If the Memory Talisman was really so easy to draw, with its loose requirements for materials, it would have been reduced to an ordinary talisman on the street.

"Again."

Shen Luo whispered, closed his eyes slightly, raised his arm again, and used his Divine Sense as a guide to draw.



In this Golden Pagoda, the passage of time was unnoticeable. Shen Luo didn't know how long he had been trying to draw talisman. He only knew that this was his 297th attempt.

In the sea of consciousness, the little man's eyes narrowed slightly, with a serious expression on his face. One of his raised hands was fixed in the air for a long time, and he seemed to have encountered some trouble.

The talisman in front of him had been mostly formed, and the place where it stopped was a circle of lines.

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