The Legend of Mortal Killing Immortals

Chapter 98
After countless repeated attempts, Zao Wou-ki began to gradually comprehend the key points of drawing talismans, and the things he drew gradually looked like the same.

After spending tens of thousands of blank talisman papers, Zhao Wou-ki finally succeeded in drawing a fire talisman!

Throwing the fire talisman into the air, and then with a thought, the talisman turned into a fist-sized fireball that roared, burning a small tree in the distance to ashes in the blink of an eye!
Become!

Zhao Wou-ki was overjoyed, but when he thought about the price he had paid, he began to worry again.

It took tens of thousands of blank talisman papers to draw one. The success rate is too low, right?

"It's okay, I'll get used to it slowly, although I'm also surprised that your aptitude for drawing talismans is ridiculously poor, and the success rate is only tens of thousands with the Tianshi brush in hand, but this thing is a familiar process, Practice makes perfect, anyway, you need as many tenth-grade talisman papers as you need, just practice slowly!" Sui Xing said with a timely blow.

"Damn! I don't believe in evil anymore!" Zhao Wuji scorned Sui Xing Yi Tong fiercely, then continued to sit cross-legged and began to study the talismans. Fortunately, there was a kind of elixir called 'Fu Xiang Wan' in his storage ring, which was the worst. The tenth grade elixir has no effect at all for ordinary monks, but for Zhao Wuji, it is the reliance of survival!

Ordinary people only need to take one pill of this 'Fuxiang Pill', and they can keep water and rice away for ten days. Other monks can fast without eating or drinking, but he can't. From the bottom of his heart, he is just a mortal!
Time flies, several months have passed in this valley, Zao Wou-ki almost consumed all the blank talisman paper on Guanxi's body, and finally he was able to draw talismans with a success rate of 80.00%.

However, he can only draw some of these lowest-level spells at present, because Sui Xing knows nothing about other than these lowest-level spell drawing methods.

"Looks like... I have to find a way to draw some spells!" Zhao Wou-ki got up, stretched his waist and muttered.

At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened. Looking at Lu Chang and Wang Gang, sitting in meditation with their eyes closed, their foreheads were covered with sweat, and a layer of white luster shone faintly on their bodies, and the surrounding air was abnormal. The flow is up...

(End of this chapter)