The demon fairy starts from the six-winged centipede

Chapter 82: The Talisman is Carved on the Top, the Sky Rains Millet, and Ghosts Cry at Night
A ball of red flame burned fiercely, melting all the sea copper ingots.

The turquoise copper liquid floated in the air and began to take shape according to the will of the refiner.

Soon, the copper liquid solidified and turned into a large copper pillar one foot thick and three feet high.

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The copper pillar fell to the ground, directly penetrated the rock and sank into the ground.

"It's quite heavy, White Ape, can you handle it?" Wu Gong turned and asked the White Ape.

The white ape's eyes were shining, and he shouted excitedly: "Yes."

It raised its arms, pounded its chest twice, leaped over, roared, and began to pull out the big copper pillar.

Wu Gong looked at the bronze pillar in front of him, which was five or six times taller than a human figure, his eyes full of anticipation.

"This big copper pillar weighs at least seven or eight tons. If the white ape can move it, it can be used against martial artists. If it hits them, they will die. If it rubs against them, they will be injured. It is simply an invincible weapon."

The white ape's eyes were wide open, his muscles were knotted and veins were bulging.

It didn't use any magic at all, but relied on its great strength to pull the copper pillar out of the stone.

However, being able to pull it out and being able to use it as a weapon are two different things.

The white ape can only carry the copper pillar, but if it wants to use it to practice stick techniques, it is impossible.

It swung the copper column with great effort, and the huge weight made its legs shake.

"Okay, put it down. You're not good enough if you want to use brute force alone."

Wu Gong looked at the panting white ape and said with a smile, "This thing is a magical weapon after all. Try to refine it with your demonic energy."

The white ape nodded, picked up the copper pillar and began to refine it.

Silvery magical powers continuously poured into the bronze pillar.

Its magic power, after being refined and compressed by the dragon veins, is dozens of times purer than before.

However, in just a short while, the originally green copper pillar was covered with dense silver lines.

The silver lines flashed with light, making the entire copper column look much more advanced.

"Once the magic power is purified, it is still useful. Unfortunately, it cannot be as big or small as you wish."

Wu Gong sighed, his eyes full of pity.

There is no magical power related to refining equipment in the 72 Miles of the Earthly Fiends, and the crude and shoddy refining method has always been Wu Gong's regret.

Soon, the copper pillar magic weapon was completely refined.

The white ape roared and swung the copper pillar again.

This time, with the blessing of magic power, the effort was saved by more than several times.

Inside the cave, a three-meter-tall white ape was dancing with a copper pillar of the same height and began to practice the Tiger Roaring Stick Technique.

The stick techniques are domineering and fierce, either chopping, swinging, shaking, or turning.

A huge whistling sound echoed throughout the cave, faintly heard, and every move was accompanied by the roar of a tiger, which was breathtaking.

Although this cave is wide, it looks a bit small at this moment.

The rock wall, which had long been polished hard by Wu Wudi, was only lightly scraped by the copper pillar, revealing a large smooth curved surface.

"Not bad, not bad, you are becoming more and more like General Ape."

Wu Gong looked at the white ape dancing with its stick and nodded with satisfaction, while playing with the Wind-Fixing Bead he had just obtained by signing in.

While stroking the exquisite divine patterns on the outer cover, he suddenly discovered something.

This magic iron outer cover is made up of two parts, the upper and lower parts.

In the middle part of the joint, there is a peculiarly shaped symbol engraved at intervals.

The talismans are about the size of a fingernail, and are symmetrical in pairs, yet each one is different.

After counting carefully, there are twelve in total, no more, no less.

Wu Gong was somewhat surprised: "Huh? What is the use of these twelve talismans engraved on the outer cover?"

Wu Gong suddenly had an idea, as if he had discovered a new world.

After taking the Wind-Fixing Bead in front of me and examining it carefully, I found that the shape of the talisman was extremely complex, but it was too small to be seen clearly.

"Bigger. Bigger."

As his mind went on, the Wind-Calming Bead became larger than a millstone twice in a row.

At this moment, the twelve symbols became extremely clear.

Each stroke is like a dragon or a snake, exuding an aura of simplicity, antiquity and vastness.

Wu Gong opened the description of this magic weapon again, read it carefully and thought to himself: "This magic weapon comes from the Black Myth World. It is a treasure used by Lingji Bodhisattva, the Lord of Small Xumi Mountain, to suppress the Great Saint Huangfeng. So the person who refined this treasure is most likely Lingji Bodhisattva."

“Lingji Bodhisattva is definitely a sixth-level immortal or above. If it is according to the legend, it is an extraordinary existence.”

Wu Gong's eyes were full of curiosity, and he became more and more interested in this treasure, and began to test each talisman one by one.

As the magic power seeped in, the first symbol began to shine brightly.

After the light burst out, a piece of information was fed back into Wu Gong's mind.

"Imprisonment? The true meaning of this symbol is imprisonment?"

Wu Gong's eyes lit up, and he began to use his magic power to outline the talisman.

However, this symbol is too complicated. Every stroke is like a miniature of the avenue, making it extremely difficult to outline.

From the very first stroke, it was extremely laborious.

After trying twice, Wu Gong found that he couldn't draw the talisman at all.

It seemed as if there was a powerful resistance in the dark that prevented him from outlining the shape of the talisman.

Another point is that as soon as you take your eyes off it, you will immediately forget what the talisman looks like.

Wu Gong dispersed his magic power, stretched out his hand, and carefully explored the patterns of the talisman, stroke by stroke.

I couldn't help but think of some mythological stories about words and symbols.

Legend has it that when Cangjie created Chinese characters, he looked up at the round and curved shape of the Kui star and looked down at the patterns of tortoise shells and bird tracks.

As soon as the text came out, the sky knew that people would starve, so it rained millet; the ghosts were afraid of being impeached by the text, so they cried at night.

These are just words that any mortal can write and record, not symbols that reveal the secrets of heaven and earth, ghosts and gods.

"These twelve talismans are probably the fundamental way of refining weapons in the world of Black Mythology."

Wu Gong was so excited that he suddenly remembered the Investiture of the Gods which he had read in his previous life.

In the descriptions and introductions of the magic weapons there, many of them have talismans engraved on them, and this sentence.

The most typical one is the divine whip.

The original book describes this treasure as being in the shape of a wooden whip, three feet six inches and five tenths of an inch long, with twenty-one sections, each section having four talismans, for a total of eighty-four talismans.

It is a secret treasure of Shintoism, specially used to fight against the eight righteous gods.

Twelve talismans were used to refine the Wind-Fixing Bead.

Eighty-four talismans were used to refine the divine whip.

It seems that these worlds are connected.

In other words, strong roots are highly consistent.

Talismans are the roots of all the great principles in the world of immortals.

"What about the headache chime?"

Wu Gong remembered the secret treasure he got from his first annual contract.

This plague secret treasure comes from the world of Investiture of the Gods. It is a treasure refined by Lu Yue, the immortal of Jiejiao, for his disciples.

Soon, the Headache Chime was summoned out and enlarged for careful observation.

The jade chime, which was originally about one foot long, became as big as a door panel.

It was not until this moment that Wu Gong discovered that there were also translucent symbols engraved deep inside the jade chime.

Arranged from top to bottom, there are a total of twenty-four talismans.

This number is twice as many as the Wind-Fixing Beads, and the shape of the talismans is completely different.

"Why does the Headache Chime have so many symbols? It's not more powerful than the Wind-Fixing Bead, is it?"

Wu Gong looked at the stacked talismans inside the Headache Chime and was filled with confusion.

Both are fifth-tier magic weapons.

However, the Wind-Fixing Bead can stabilize the Samadhi Divine Wind of the Great Sage Huangfeng and protect him from damage by wind-based spells.

But the headache chime can only give people unbearable headaches.

According to the original work, although it is also effective against immortals, its power will be reduced.

Comparing the two, it is clear which one is superior.

"It seems that the power of this magic weapon is not entirely related to the number of talismans?"

(End of this chapter)