Chapter 0991 Blood Ink

The gray dawn appeared on the horizon. More than a dozen talisman masters flew in from different directions, in groups of three or two, escorting several logs, on which sat nervous young men and women.

Huangfu Yanghao stood on the tower and looked out, waving a red brush in his hand, and shouted: "Is this the blood ink you brought back? How many people? Thirty, or fifty? You are all scared to death, and your blood has long been corrupted. Alas, there is really nothing I can do about you. Move faster, or the ink will be gone!"

The talisman masters did not respond, and flew into the city by manipulating the logs. The young men and women who were recruited could not understand what the people in the tower were saying, but when they heard the word "blood", they were even more scared. Their faces turned blue, and the blood in their bodies was probably even less qualified.

Fu Lin recognized all these talisman masters. They were the real elites of the Longbin Society, and there was no high-level talisman master who was not worthy of the name. The Longbin Society is a huge organization. It has accumulated many problems over the years and has raised many idle people. The nine-layer crown talisman masters are in high positions and have great power. However, most of them are not qualified in terms of talisman skills. Even Xin Youtao, although highly respected, is not worthy of the first nine-layer crown if only looking at his strength.

And these talisman masters in Zhuozhou City, from Zheng Tianyuan to Huangfu Yanghao, all obtained the seven-layer crown and eight-layer crown by strength, and are top figures in a certain field of talismans.

Huangfu Yanghao is good at writing talismans. He is one of the few people who can write perfect talismans at any time. He has a very bad temper and often offends his superiors. Therefore, he has been suppressed for many years and was promoted to the eight-layer crown only a few years ago.

Fu Lin shouted loudly at the tower: "Mr. Huangfu, have you forgotten the consequences of the indomitable talisman?"

Huangfu Yanghao squinted his eyes and looked down at the city for a while, "Is it Fu Lin's grandson?"

"It's me!" Fu Lin held the long sword and moved his eyes up and down, but Zheng Tianyuan did not take the opportunity to attack.

"You came just in time. You have royal blood, which may be good for writing talismans. Donate some of it."

Zheng Tianyuan sneered, and Fu Lin was so surprised that he couldn't speak for a long time, "Are you still Mr. Huangfu?"

Fu Lin was not well-received in the royal family. He and Huangfu Yanghao shared the same fate, so they often interacted and had a good relationship. He never thought that the other party would use his blood to write talismans.

Huangfu Yanghao stretched out the pen in his hand and pointed to the dilapidated houses and mountains and rivers, "The world is about to be destroyed, Fu Lin, the rules that bound us in the past no longer exist. Everyone will die, you are no exception, and I am no exception. Before I die, I must write a talisman that can stand tall and straight. No one has written this talisman for at least 50,000 years. I can't let it be forgotten like this."

Zheng Tianyuan once hinted that there was a way to save himself, but Huangfu Yanghao didn't care about it at all. He wrote the talisman with a desperate mood, putting life and death aside, and only wanted to complete the greatest masterpiece of his life.

He was like a rebellious teenager, in a house that was about to be demolished, venting his desire to destroy, smashing everything that could be smashed, anyway, it was only a matter of time.

Huangfu Yanghao finished what he wanted to say, turned to Zheng Tianyuan, and said in a commanding tone: "I want new blood ink within a quarter of an hour. These people look better than those in the city."

Huangfu Yanghao went back to continue writing talismans.

Zheng Tianyuan held the talisman with both hands and said to Fu Lin: "I hope the emperor's grandson will retain his current fighting spirit. This is very good for the blood ink. Now, please move aside and let me see the backer you brought."

Fu Lin stood still, and the nine soldiers picked up stones from the ground and did not move. They were very cautious before entering the dangerous area, but when they really faced the enemy, they would never be timid and retreat.

Shouque still refused to show his face, but hid at the back and said: "I'm not a backer, I'm here to find someone, Mu Feidian, call him out, we'll leave right away."

Zheng Tianyuan frowned slightly, not expecting that Fu Lin's "backer" was actually a woman, but the master's vision would not be wrong, he did not dare to underestimate the enemy, "Mu Feidian? Never heard of him."

Before he finished speaking, he had already sacrificed two talismans, one went straight to Fu Lin and others, and one passed over the heads of everyone and hit the speaker at the back.

The flying knife-like spell had not yet arrived, Fu Lin and others felt a force from behind, and involuntarily made way, and two flying knives with cold light flashing, one in front and one on top, shot at Shouque at the same time.

Shouque stretched out his arms lightly, stretched out his hands to grab the two knives, the blades shook violently, the cold light was strong and weak, but he could no longer move forward.

"Let's ask that master to come out, you can't beat me, and I don't want to beat you." Shouque advised sincerely.

Zheng Tianyuan snorted and offered five talismans in succession, all of which were used to bless the two flying knives. The cold light quickly turned red, as if they had just been taken out of the furnace.

Shouque smiled instead, "It's not winter, why did you give me two fire knives?"

Zheng Tianyuan's brows were getting tighter and tighter, and he found that he had underestimated this woman. He waved his hands continuously, offering eleven talismans in a very short time. After a pause, he offered fourteen talismans in a row. Unlike some talisman masters who offered talismans in a hurry, Zheng Tianyuan used extremely complex techniques, which could integrate the power of many talismans into one, greatly enhancing the effect.

These talismans were also used to bless the two flying knives. Shouque dared to grasp the spell with his hands, which was exactly what Zheng Tianyuan wanted.

Shouque cried out, took three steps back, and danced her arms lightly, using her boxing skills to dissolve the attack of the talisman. But that was not enough, her body also gradually changed, becoming white with a hint of red, and becoming redder and redder. The color was almost the same as the talisman flying knife, and her whole body looked like it was on fire.

"Try your blood ink." Zheng Tianyuan held the headless pen tube in his hand and wrote talismans in the air, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. He was not only good at offering talismans, but also ranked among the best in the Longbin Club in writing talismans. He was not convinced by Huangfu Yanghao.

Fu Lin knew that something was wrong. The strange thing was that he had studied in the Longbin Club for many years and had never seen such a talisman writing method. He didn't have time to think about it. He raised his sword with both hands, shouted, and rushed towards Zheng Tianyuan, who was a hundred steps away. Nine soldiers followed closely behind. Just after running a few steps, the ten people felt their blood surging, and their eyes suddenly turned red. Thin strands of blood shot out of their eyes, like the silk spit out by a spider, automatically flying towards Zheng Tianyuan, and finally entering two different ink trays.

There was still one ink tray left for Shouque.

The ten people's feet softened and they almost fell down. They were all shocked in their hearts. No one knew where this talisman technique came from.

At this point, it was useless to retreat. Fu Lin gritted his teeth and ran faster. The nine soldiers also understood that this battle was a matter of advancement and no retreat, so they rushed faster than him. After just a few steps, blood shot out of his eyes, and his physical strength was greatly affected.

After the third blood shot, a soldier fell down, followed by others. After the fifth blood shot, Fu Lin also fell down. He learned both talismans and military tactics, but his physical strength was average, and he could not compare with the veterans who had been on the battlefield.

After the seventh blood shot, the last veteran also fell down. Before falling to the ground, he threw the stone in his hand, but unfortunately his hand was weak, and the stone flew more than ten steps and fell to the ground, without touching the target at all.

Zheng Tianyuan disdained these ten people, and kept writing talismans in the air, his eyes fixed on the woman.

Shouque's body was redder than the flying knife in his hand, and all the blood in his body seemed to float on the surface of his body, but not a drop of blood left his body.

Zheng Tianyuan didn't believe in evil. He shook his left hand, and a small yellowish bead appeared between his index and middle fingers. He shook it a few more times and stuffed the bead into the pen tube. After a while, a yellowish light came out from the other end of the pen tube, about three inches long, forming a pen tip.

"Where did you get the inner elixir?" Fu Lin sat on the ground weakly, and saw clearly that the small bead was a solidified inner elixir. The talisman master didn't cultivate the elixir, so the inner elixir could only come from someone else, and this person must be dead.

"The Fu royal family is about to die, and the Taoist priests are no longer the only strong ones. The Longbin Society is about to prosper! Fu Lin, open your eyes, every talisman you see now is unprecedented!" Zheng Tianyuan was full of energy, raised the inner elixir pen, and continued to write talismans in the air. He was only paying attention to the woman now, and no longer absorbed the blood of Fu Lin and others.

Fu Lin looked back and saw Shouque still holding the flying knife and punching slowly. His whole body was red, and he looked like he was at the end of his strength, but his face was not panicked, but it was red and a little scary.

Zheng Tianyuan's expression began to become ferocious. He had exerted his talisman writing power to the extreme and had a premonition that victory was just around the corner.

On the tower, Huangfu Yanghao leaned over and took another look, and offered a paper talisman, calling over the two ink plates filled with blood. There was not much blood in them, especially the royal blood, which was only a little bit, but this was the limit of blood ink. If there was more, the donor would die and the quality of the blood would drop significantly.

"I have to do everything by myself." Huangfu Yanghao murmured, and put the two plates of blood on the table, side by side with the blood plasma sent by other talisman masters, and then took out small paper bags from his arms one by one, opened them, and used his long fingernails to pick up a little powder and put it into the blood plate to make blood ink on the spot.

There were as many as fifty kinds of materials that needed to be added, and the order and quantity could not be deviated. Huangfu Yanghao devoted himself to the work and no longer cared about the battle outside.

Zheng Tianyuan felt that the window paper in front of him was about to be broken, and he was excited. He wrote three perfect talismans in succession.

A stream of blood shot into the remaining ink plate, but the source was not the woman a hundred steps away, nor was it Fu Lin and others, let alone Zheng Tianyuan. This blood came out of thin air, as if an invisible man was stopped in the air not far from Zheng Tianyuan's head.

There was indeed an invisible man, and he appeared after the blood was shot.

A tall and majestic Taoist priest stood in the air, his right eye was normal, and there was still a drop of blood in his left eye.

"Master?" Zheng Tianyuan's hand holding the pen stopped, looking at the Taoist priest in disbelief, not understanding why he would suck out his blood.

"Useless guy." The Taoist priest scolded in a low voice, waved his sleeves, and Zheng Tianyuan flew back dozens of steps and fell into the rocks, lying there silently, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

The Taoist priest slowly landed on the ground, glanced at his own blood in the ink tray, and said to the red woman: "Who are you?"

"My name is Shouque." She exhaled, threw away the flying knife, and the blade fell to the ground and turned into ice. Her body slowly recovered.

"I am the Grandmaster of Xingshan, Zhao Chuye." The Taoist priest paused, and found that his name had no impact on the woman. "It's been a long time since I saw someone as good at mind illusion as you. There was a Mu Xingqiu in the past. His magic was too mixed and his illusion was not as good as yours, but I don't remember that the Taoist sect had a disciple like you."

"It's nothing. I don't remember it myself." Shouque smiled, "Give Mu Feidian back to me quickly, we'll leave soon."

"Mu Feidian." Zhao Chuye pointed behind Shouque, "Are you talking about him?"

Shouque, Fu Lin and others turned around and looked back, only to see a man slowly flying towards them, with three circles of free ropes wrapped around his body. It was Mu Feidian they were looking for.

He was captured alive.