Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 816 Huanhuan wakes up
Swinging the mahogany sword, Yimei Daochang jumped up and stabbed the mahogany sword above the candlelight on the left.

The tip of the sword pierced into the candle flame, and the flaming candle flame did not ignite the mahogany sword tip, but seemed to be attracted by the tip of the sword and sucked into the body of the sword.

As his figure descended, the mahogany sword swallowed most of the candle flame like a long whale sucking water.

But Yimei in mid-air felt a little uncomfortable.

He underestimated the aura of heaven and earth contained in the candle flame. Although this mahogany sword made of a hundred-year-old mahogany core and with seven stars on its back is a rare treasure, it is a bit overwhelmed to absorb so much aura.

Not daring to forcefully absorb it anymore, he twisted his back and jumped, landing on the ground, his feet sank three inches into the ground.

With a muffled grunt, he had changed from holding the sword with one hand to holding the sword with both hands. The tendons in his wrists were clearly visible, obviously using a lot of strength.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped towards the bill, sinking deeply into the ground with each step.

When he came to the bill, he held the sword in both hands, stood in front of him, suddenly stabbed forward, and shouted: "Step down to Sanqing, eliminate disasters and protect yourself, and implement it urgently! Hurry up to the God of Yuanyang, Tai Chi is chaotic, and the changes are endless!"

Immediately, he moved the tip of the sword down, and touched the pens, inks, papers and inkstones placed on the bill one by one like a superficial touch.

Every time he tapped it, the weight of the mahogany sword seemed to lighten a bit, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone touched also glowed with a layer of fluorescence, shining brightly under the moonlight.

After ordering, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression relaxed a little.

Immediately, he put the mahogany sword in the space next to the bill, held his seal in his arms and stood there, and recited the divine mantra aloud: "The Tao is learned from the heart, and the heart is passed on from generation to generation. Hope, Xian Pei Linxuan, disciple Guan Gao, protect the altar!"

Swish!
The magic robe around him rose up without any wind, and suddenly swelled up. A powerful force was like a scorpion, making him clear and clear in body and mind.

Daoist Yimei himself was a little surprised that he succeeded in one attempt.

Is it really a gift from heaven?
He was puzzled in his heart, but the mantras in his mouth didn't stop, he clasped formulas with his hands one by one, and recited the Water Curse, the Pen Curse, the Paper Curse, the Ink Curse, and the Inkstone Curse in sequence.

In the past, relying on his mana alone to open such a big altar, just to seal the pen, ink, paper and inkstone once, at least half of his mana had to be consumed.

But today, he seems to have half the infinite mana, and he has sealed all the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the mana has not been consumed. This feeling is really happy.

Now that it's so smooth, let's get started!

He stared at the brush and whispered: "The magic brush is swished, and the gods protect it. By virtue of peace, I can subdue demons and subdue evil. I obey the orders of the Supreme Lord!"

This is the incantation of taking the brush. After the imperial seal, the pen contains mana, which is heavier than the mountains. Without the help of the incantation of the pen, even the caster will find it difficult to pick it up.

After chanting the mantra, he stretched out his hands, picked up the pen, and put it in his right hand.

The brush was light in the hand, without the heavy hand feeling of the past at all, which made him wonder whether the imperial pen spell had worked.

But looking at the fluorescent light on the pen holder, the Pen Commandment Curse has indeed taken effect.

Turning around, he looked at Huanhuan in the formation, then at Feinan who was staring at his movements curiously, and couldn't help guessing in his heart, who was so lucky to receive such a blessing? En favor.

The talismans in the formation had been burned out, but the flames did not stop. Their fuel seemed to have turned into copper coins, floating above the copper coins one after another.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his breath and jumped into the formation.

His robe was wide, and there seemed to be heat steaming in the formation, which inflated his robe, lifted his body, and made him fly towards Huanhuan like a big gliding bird, stepping on the flames.

Soon, he jumped to Huanhuan's side, turned over and jumped, his figure rolled, and came to the sky above Huanhuan.

The buoyancy was stronger here, and his whole body was suspended above Huanhuan above his feet, slowly rotating with the invisible flowing aura in the formation.

Without delay, he held the pen in his right hand, stretched out the pen, and reached for Huanhuan's forehead.

The tip of the pen stopped silently three inches above the forehead, as if it had hit an obstacle.

Immediately, thick golden liquid like ink oozed from the tip of the pen, like ink stains, and Daoist Yimei dipped it into the barrier and began to write.

While writing, he yelled: "The emperor's order! Help me with supernatural powers, the sky is round and the earth is round, and there are nine chapters of laws and regulations! Sign with a pen, good luck and prosperity, and be as urgent as laws and regulations!"

At the same time, Ahao and Afang outside the formation also sang along: "The magic pen is spirited, God ordered it, the avenue bestowed on me, Liujia Liuding. Thousands of true support, all saints psychic, sign and draw, ghosts fear Shocked..."

With one eyebrow and a long brush, the golden talisman and seal script spread all over Huanhuan's body, flowing slowly like running water.

As the seal script flowed faster and faster, Huanhuan gradually began to float.

The one-eyed Taoist also floated upwards with her figure, writing non-stop.

Gradually, Huanhuan's figure slowly changed from lying flat to standing posture, and a group of faint golden flames appeared on the top of the head and shoulders, flickering, as if they could be blown out with one breath at any time.

Daoist Yimei also changed into a standing posture, writing faster, and there were large beads of sweat on his forehead.

As the number of seal characters in his pen increased, the speed of its flow also became faster, gradually converging into streaks of light and shadow, wrapping Huanhuan like a cocoon of light.

Suddenly, he stopped, threw the writing brush out of the formation, made a formula with both hands, and struck at the light cocoon on Huanhuan's body, shouting: "One hit the sky, two hit the earth spirit, three hit people!" Longevity, four strikes to destroy ghosts, five strikes to Qianyuan Henry Zhen, the unity of heaven and earth, protect the soul, and hurry like a law!"

As he uttered the last incantation, there was a clearly audible cracking sound from the light cocoon.

Click!

A crack appeared on the light cocoon.

Immediately afterwards, cracks spread, covering the light cocoon, and the next moment, it shattered inch by inch, turning into little light balls, which fell like raindrops towards the three balls of spirits on Huanhuan's head and shoulders.

It was as if oil was added to the oil lamp that was about to go out, and the three groups of spirits suddenly weakened, as if they were about to go out.

But soon, the divine soul with sufficient fuel burned rapidly and violently, and became more and more prosperous.

it is good!It worked!
Daoist raised an eyebrow and looked happy.

But soon, his complexion changed suddenly.

He saw that the burning of the three groups of spirits became more and more intense, and the flames were more than five inches high.

This is not a good phenomenon, the average person only burns like this when the oil is exhausted and the light is turned back on, exhausting the last sliver of life, burning away the fetters of the world, and embarking on a special path.

If it continues to burn like this, this little girl will really die.

no!We have to help her get back on fire as soon as possible.

He was about to turn over and leave the battle to go to write again, but suddenly he heard a moan, Huanhuan rubbed his eyes, and Yoyo woke up.

(End of this chapter)