At this moment I revive the Chinese gods

However, the majestic talismans permeating the world are getting heavier and heavier.

It took nearly ten days and nights to put pen to paper.

The originally huge ink sea in the sky has been dipped to nothing at this moment, only a few drops floating in the air, it seems that the next stroke can't support it.

"Aren't there too few books?" Huang Li asked worriedly.

He is very excited now, but also very worried.

He can't let the only big formation in the world waste all his previous efforts because of the lack of books. If this is the case, he will definitely regret it so much that he slammed his head on the cliff to death.

Tang Aotian looked at the densely packed weird lines under his feet, and he couldn't make up his mind, he hesitated and said: "It shouldn't be enough, brother Zhao still seems to have more ideas, why don't you hurry up and search for some more books while the current strokes are not finished. Come up!"

Hearing this, Huang Licai came to his senses, nodded repeatedly and said, "That's right, I'll go right away!"

Before he finished speaking, Huang Li let go of his girl and was about to run away.

This time he had to go by himself, and he could no longer trust those disciples who were only lazy.

However, before he took a few steps, he was stopped by the three-legged Golden Crow: "No need to go, it's just a waste of time!"

It yawned, its eyes were full of longing for sleep, and it said listlessly: "Just stand here and watch, don't do unnecessary things!"

"But……"

Huang Li hesitated, but was interrupted directly by the three-legged Golden Crow: "Don't worry, this ink is completely enough!"

"This...why are you so sure?" Huang Ling'er was also a little puzzled and asked strangely.

"Because the master said enough, so it must be enough!" The three-legged Jinwu said as a matter of course: "If it is not enough, that guy will definitely not be able to write, as long as he writes, it will prove that it will be enough!"

The crowd was silent again.

This logic is sound and convincing.

In the end, Huang Li was persuaded and obediently returned to his original position.

At this time, Zhao Feiyu in the sky was still swiping wantonly, his strokes were as wild and unrestrained as a swimming dragon, heaving down heavily and then twisting lightly, leaving a perfect handwriting under the sky.

Finally, it was all over.

Zhao Feiyu stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the magnificent picture below him, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Not bad, not bad, I really deserve to be the one who drew the formation, it's really awesome!" He laughed brazenly as he spoke.

Following his line of sight, he saw that lying in the formation was a majestic dragon that spanned thousands of miles.

The dragon posture is vigorous and powerful, with flying scales and claws, it looks lifelike, and it will even jump out of the ground in the next moment and turn into blood.

But this picture is still missing.

The last stroke is also the most crucial stroke!

That's the eyes!

Lombok!

Without even looking at it, Zhao Feiyu casually dipped the brush in his hand into the few drops of ink left in the air, and then slowly dropped it.

The moment the pen tip touched the formation.

There seems to be the sound of dragons and tigers vibrating between the sky and the earth, the ocean is transpiring, and the clouds hang upside down above the East China Sea, turning into a sky-reaching cloud wall.

This stroke fell, the formation was completed, and the world was shocked!

"very scary!"

Huang Li only felt that his soul was trembling, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth poured into the Huang family's mountain gate frantically. The original ordinary mountain gate area has suddenly become a holy place for cultivation.

This made the members of Huang's family scream excitedly, greedily absorbing the spiritual energy of the dense fog.

Not to mention those ordinary people, even veterans like Tang Aotian and the three-legged Jinwu felt a little unbelievable.

Directly changing luck, such a method is obviously a magic skill.

How could Zhao Feiyu have such ability?

Nine days above, Zhao Feiyu finally put away his brush. The brush that was originally nothingness has condensed into substance at this moment. Looking at his masterpiece, he feels more and more satisfied.

The moment he wrote, the formation had already begun to operate.

And the eye is the brush in his hand.

As soon as his figure flashed, Zhao Feiyu had already arrived at the mountain gate. At this moment, the pattern in the sky had disappeared, and his energy was completely restrained, without revealing the slightest trace.

"How is it? Are you satisfied with this formation?" Zhao Feiyu looked at the two members of the Huang family proudly and said.

"Satisfied, satisfied!" Huang Li took a bite and swallowed it, and nodded like a pounding garlic.

"Brother Zhao, you are too powerful!" Huang Ling'er's eyes were full of admiration.

Obviously, Zhao Feiyu's strength was beyond their comprehension.

"Master, how did you set up this formation?" The three-legged Jinwu couldn't help asking: "I'm afraid even you can't write the formation that can control the secrets of heaven?"

Tang Aotian stretched out his head and looked at him with embarrassing eyes, his face was full of desire for knowledge.

Whether it is writing formations or writing symbols, the requirements for the master's strength are very high.

Only when the person who made the talisman injects enough power into the pattern can the formation or talisman work.

If you are an ordinary person, no matter how lifelike and flawless you copy the runes, in the end it will be just a piece of scrap paper without any effect.

Obviously, the three-legged Golden Crow did not believe that Zhao Feiyu possessed this level of power.

Of course Zhao Feiyu knew the doubts in their hearts.smiled and said:

"Didn't you all know it just now?"

"I use the ink used by the predecessors, and borrow the power of the predecessors. In other words, I use the power of knowledge to write this formation!"

Zhao Feiyu said very seriously: "The power of knowledge is always the purest and most flawless!"

After speaking, he left, leaving one person and one bird with a confused look on their faces.

"Do you...understand?" Tang Aotian asked hesitantly?

"Of course I understand it!" The three-legged Golden Crow rolled his eyes and pretended to be coquettish: "What's so difficult to understand, anyone with normal intelligence should be able to understand it!"

"What? Didn't you understand?" The Three-legged Golden Crow looked at him unkindly.

The venerable old Patriarch panicked, and then showed a confident look, and said calmly, "Of course I understand, and I have benefited a lot from it!"

After finishing speaking, the two looked at each other and left embarrassingly.

In fact, Zhao Feiyu forgot to say that the reason why he was able to use the ink of his predecessors to create such an impact is actually inseparable from the factors of the world itself.

The Tianchi world respects culture over martial arts, so apart from some powers handed down from the upper world, there are not many actually powerful sect forces.

Therefore, the power of words can be so prominent.

If it was going to be a barbaric world where people drink blood, I'm afraid Zhao Feiyu's formation can only cover a square inch of land at most.

Of course, these are foreign words.

Zhao Feiyu is still thinking about some other things.

On the top of the city, Zhao Feiyu stood on the railing, his eyes fell on the land of Tiandong, and there were bursts of gloom in his eyes that could not be dispelled.