When it was getting late, the three of them returned to Mingfu Pavilion, praised the magic of the Tianzhu, and went to study various colors and styles of clothes again, and obviously purchased them again.

Zhou Hao did not study Tianzhu, but just sat alone in the restaurant, drinking while pondering the various low-level talismans in his hand. His divine thoughts were like silk threads, and they penetrated into the simple and rough first-level fireball talismans in his hand.

The melodious strokes along the paper tanned by unknown materials, like clouds in the sky, outlining layers of talisman lines. In the divine mind, the talisman lines are like living things, entangled with each other but not entangled, but rubbed violently. A deep vortex gathered with sparks. Finally, in the vortex, an exquisite fireball crossed out of the talisman and slung in Zhou Hao's palm.

The sparks burst out, but Zhou Hao was completely worried. In the Dantian Qi Sea, the original fire spirit talisman star cluster seemed to have been pried out. The flame cluster instantly rose, and in the dazzling light, the flame color turned bright yellow, and the temperature was higher and more fierce.

After a while, Zhou Hao came to his senses. The fireball in his palm had long disappeared. A slight ashes on the ground showed that its burning was not in vain.

In a trance, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the seductive night enveloped the Wanfu Tianzhu. In the slightly wet air, under the reflection of thousands of stars, the wandering spiritual power was no longer the hot sun, and there was less restlessness. I watched the Wanfu Tianzhu not far away.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Zhou Hao felt that the pillar of heaven was more thorough at this time. It was not that he could see clearly or count the numbers clearly, but that he felt unreasonably.

In the silent forest of Tianzhu, the young monk Long Yuntao was still studying runes, of course, was no longer the first one.

Zhou Hao concentrated for a long time before he asked the lotus fairy to take care of Ganoderma lucidum. He couldn't help but be curious and decided to explore the mystery of this holy land.

The lotus fairy had a strange temperament, but she didn't delay it. She sneered and said, "Go and go, you monster, just don't worry, I will keep that little girl white and fat."

With a helpless smile, Zhou Hao was not afraid of the lotus fairy's accident. After several days of contact, he believed that he would not misjudgment the person. For the time being, the two sides would not have any conflict of interest.

The Ten Thousand Talismans' Heavenly Pillar has stood for countless years without falling, which is naturally not very simple, and there are naturally rules and regulations, but this is all controlled by forces like the Taihe family that have a long inheritance. Ordinary people will not be told. If you want to study and interpret, you can only rely on your own abilities and opportunities.

Zhou Hao didn't understand the inside story, and would not be hit by opportunities all the time, and there was no need to demand any initiative. He came out of Mingfu Pavilion and went straight to Tianzhu Square. A huge Tianzhu would be under his soul.

The lines, crisscrossing, deep or shallow, outline runes, some are rough, some are delicate, and as graceful as crescent moons, horizontal and vertical lines like iron wires, and honey like spider webs. It is really difficult to understand this collection of paintings and seal carvings.

I didn't rush to understand, but I roughly painted the same divine pillar of thought in my mind, using the pillar of heaven as the blueprint.

When a phantom of the sky pillar in the soul of the Purple Palace was completely in the midst of the sufferings of heaven, it was only possible to complete several failures. Zhou Hao began to close his eyes and examine it without worrying about anyone disturbing him or danger.

In the soul, the fine and silk-like divine thoughts and the outlined pillars were directed by Zhou Hao to extract the talisman lines that he didn't understand and re-arrange them in their original form. The workload was extremely arduous and he dared not be careless. As time went by, the stars in the sky continued to rotate, and finally the stars disappeared. A ray of purple cloud appeared on the distant horizon, which obviously had passed by overnight.

Standing overnight, a complete projection of the sky pillar in Zhou Hao's soul has now completely changed. A cluster of continuous from runes to the hovering and flying fire, finally turning into a ball of dazzling flame, and then it has continued to cycle.

On the other hand, countless horizontal and vertical runes that are considered meaningless are now composed of seventy-nine words, which seem to be part of a scripture, which is obscure and difficult to read. Even with Zhou Hao's ability to read a variety of books and study the priceless treasure Sutra, there is only a little guess.

Tai Lu appeared again in the private room on the third floor of Mingfu Pavilion. I don’t know if he didn’t rest or had problems practicing at night. Even if he had cleaned his instrument, he still seemed depressed and dazed.

After ordering a lot of spiritual food, I sat in front of the window and picked up a cup of spiritual tea, took a sip, and then I looked at Wanfu Tianzhu with satisfaction, and turned my head to eat snacks without caring.

Hum? I swallowed the imported snacks and just held them to my mouth. I turned my head and looked at Tianzhu Square in a daze. Yes, a junior who was a little unhappy was standing straight in front of a Tianzhu, his eyes closed. I don’t know how long I had been standing, even the silk was covered with a thin drop of dew.

"Man, where are you?" Tai Lu shouted.

A guy quickly responded, "Master, I'm here!" I wonder what instructions did you give me?"

Tai Lu asked hurriedly: "Look, look at the person in front of Tianzhu, which foundation-building monk in a green brocade robe is. Do you know when he went to study Tianzhu runes?"

The guy is also a little monk, so he dared not neglect. He stretched his head and glanced at him, and then said: "When I say that, the man went there before midnight, and he has been there, and has not moved at all."

Oh! Haven't moved?

Hahahaha, Tai Lu chuckled, the joy was beyond words, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief.

He ordered: "Go and invite the two elders to have a meal."

The guy hurried out to invite someone, while Tai Lu savored the spiritual tea with relish.

A ray of golden sun spreads with a scorching light, completely illuminating the world and dispelling the last trace of coolness and dampness. When the golden sun sprinkles on the pillar of the Ten Thousand Talismans, the warm sunlight shines on Zhou Hao's straight body, and the automatic running scripture of immortality seemed to lead to an unusual purple color.

In an instant, the flames carved from the silk threads of the soul in the purple palace sea of ​​consciousness suddenly moved. It seemed that after a century, and in a daze, the purple light rushed into the purple palace from the middle of the eyebrows, but the flames of the talisman suddenly increased and instantly swallowed the purple.

The rapid fluctuations dissipated from the talisman. Zhou Hao, who closed his eyes and looked inward, his soul phantom was as if he was facing a great enemy, staring at the flames with his eyes.

As the soul that carries the most mysterious and mysterious soul core of living beings, no one can easily have such an entirely unknown situation. Because with the fragility of the purple palace and the limitations of its own understanding, fear, helplessness, and at a loss, the body is instantly coordinated, and the spiritual power flows in unprecedented ways. In the absence of Zhou Hao's knowledge, the talisman star cluster formed by flame spells in the qi sea of ​​dantian seemed to be inexplicably summoned, rushed out of the dantian, flowing up along the meridians, and breaking through layers of obstacles in an instant.

There was a loud noise in my mind that opened the sky and slashed the earth. The spiritual power of Zhou Hao was raised by himself, and the same origin and vein seemed to have found a long-lost home. He was cheering and plunged into the flame talisman.

In the soul of the purple palace, Zhou Hao was stunned. A kind of enlightenment arose in the dark. Looking at the dazzling golden sun, his intuition told him to take it over.

The mind moved at will, and the phantom of the soul suddenly rushed out with a flash of thought. Before the flame could react, the soul resolutely hugged the fire without hesitation.

The talisman star cluster and the soul thread were communicated with a trace of purple aura dispersed in the morning sun. As if he had wisdom, Zhou Hao's soul would instinctively resist, and the method was naturally the burning fire that melted all things and was extremely hot.

The soul burned by the flames was in fear, like a burning fire man, steaming with waves of fire.

Perhaps it was because of the same origin that the flames of iron-burning stones could be easily melted. Although the huge shadows burned out strands of black and gray airflow, Zhou Hao could not feel the crisis, but his mind became clearer.

When the sun rose up, monks appeared around the square. The fire waves in Zhou Hao's purple palace's soul had subsided, and a sensation of itching in his eyebrows made Zhou Hao reach out and rub it.

If you investigate Zhou Hao's Purple Mansion soul at this moment, you will be surprised to appear. It was originally gray, only Zhou Hao's soul phantom that was born too early. Now, the soul has become a entity, and a magical flame is burning in your heart.

The purple palace, which was originally like a chaotic area, had experienced the refining and burning of flames, and a space of hundreds of feet in radius appeared. This made Zhou Hao very strange. His soul should exist in his mind, but where this magical space exists must be like the dantian Qi Sea, and it must be impossible to explain clearly.

His eyes opened, like the sun, and his golden eyes shot out for more than a foot, and then he was restrained without a trace. A trace of warmth hung on the corner of his mouth. At this moment, Zhou Hao's mood was extremely clear, like a newborn baby, bathing in the warm sunshine.

The ten thousand talisman pillar in front of him was already transparent to him, no longer a mysterious talisman or an incomprehensible inheritance. The countless talismans are indeed a kind of inheritance, but they are more like a guide, and an explanation of the principles of the great principles of the world. The words obtained by peeling off the threads should be a biography and also a inheritance. At present, this inheritance is extremely cherished, and it is not an exaggeration to call it the most.

"Haha! Old Hai, Old Qing, you two come to see. That junior actually comprehended the pillar of heaven. It's so whimsical!"

Tai Lu's voice was frivolous and he looked at Zhou Hao very much. The two elders did not respond. They just looked in the direction they pointed out, and did not comment more. Then they looked around, but finally fell on Long Yuntao. Tai Lu didn't know it and continued, "I just asked the guy, the junior went to meditate on the sky pillar last night, but he never moved for a night. Tsk, I really have perseverance!"

Oh! The two of them were stunned, and then they looked at Zhou Hao's back, and divine light appeared in their eyes. As an old monster, the Taihe family has been passed down for countless generations. The hidden background here naturally has a purpose that ordinary people do not know.
Chapter completed!