Talisman Emperor

Shh!

In Futarai, Chen Xi is calm, his heart is clear, and his long white fingers dance at an unparalleled speed, leaving a slim and beautiful shadow in the middle of the sky.

A fine, silky true element leaning out of the ten fingertips, like the most precise and cold pen, laying on the walls around the Furta, outlines a splendid rhythm of the symbolic trajectory.

In that case, it was as if a master Danqing was painting and repairing his masterpiece, Mo Rhyme Tiancheng, filled with a delightful rhythm.

Differently, Chen Xi is a distraction, with his own strength, remodeling, repairing, and perfecting on countless matrix maps in the Fu Tower.

Though only one person, it was like being handled simultaneously by hundreds of figurines, each set of maps under his divine sight, and every inch of broken figurine structure was captured by the power of his precise, pencil-like true elements.

If there are other figurines here, seeing this scene will surely shock your mind, because such figurines have reached the point of decay and wonder!

No immense god is in control, no immense true element is in power, no mind is structured on the myriad arrays of the entire Megafuta, and it will never reach such a point.

In the eyes of others, the 10,000-strong tower may have star-like maps that need to be repaired one by one, as if it were a vast and arduous project.

But in the Tidal Eye, the whole tower is a symbol array, and the countless arrays are just the symbolic structures that make up the array.

It's like a man looking up at a star dome, and a god already looks up over it.

The heights reached are just different.

Likewise, instead of another matrix artist here, he thought to himself, "Just how to repair the structure inside the matrix, not like the Tidal Tidal, take more than twenty days to deduce, what is required is not only to repair, but also to create, an interpretation, to maximize the power of the matrix!"

This is the attitude of the Chen Dynasty towards the Buddha, like a paranoia for perfection and ultimate zeal.

But it is precisely for this reason that he is able to reach such a point today, far beyond the imagination of the world, in fulfilment of his achievements.

According to Chen Xi's deduction, a month is enough to repair the Fu Tower in front of you to your satisfaction!

……

Over time, another half month passed, and the atmosphere in the village of Kingsang grew calm from its initial ecstasy, with an invisible stream of anxiety and apprehension, once again covering the hearts of every villager.

The reason is simple, maybe after another invasion by a cosmic beast, ask Tianxiao and Yao Luwei to earn enough merit to leave Jinsang Village.

And since Chen Xi entered the Fu Tower, there has been no more movement and no signs of repair at all.

It all makes these simple natives start worrying about the rest of their lives.

Without the help of the fixers, it will not be enough to despair them, because they can still rely on the protection of the Futa, but they already know what the Futa looks like today, like decaying wood that has long been decayed by insects, will collapse sooner or later.

Without Futa, the village of Kingsang would surely fall under the iron hooves of the cosmic beasts, and they, the natives, would no longer be able to escape...

This is not something that has never happened. Since these days, other villages in the vicinity, such as Qingwu Village, Liushui Village, Deer King Village, etc. have all been destroyed as a result of the destruction of Futa.

In the face of this impending ordeal, it is no different than waiting to die.

Elder Xue Ming went to the central government to ask Tianxiao and Yao Luwei to stay, but only got some vague answers, ambiguity, all of which made him desperate.

Even after they left, the Nine Pints Hall would send a repairman to help Jinsang Village, but Xue Ming was not sure, whether Futa could persevere until that day.

Ten days later.

Another round of cosmic beasts was slaughtered, asking heaven to laugh and exclaim, because he finally gained the strength of 300 stars of merit, Yao Luwei did the same, and his lips laughed.

The joy of the two did not please the villagers, but rather the despair that they had written all over their faces.

They knew that the two fixers were doomed to leave.

Asking Tian Xiao, he noticed the strangeness of the atmosphere. He smiled and hesitated, "Why don't we stay a little longer? ”

“It's no use staying here any longer. Didn't you notice that Kung Fu's power reaches 300 stars and won't improve? That means we can only go to the city pool, and only in the city can we earn more merit. ”

Yao Luwei did not move, said faintly: “And the cosmic beast appearing near this village is becoming stronger and stronger. In the previous battle, you also saw the appearance of more than one beast equivalent to the realm of the earth fairy. If you stay here, you and I will only be afraid that our lives will be threatened. Are you willing to take this risk? ”

Asked Tian Chuckling, irritated: “Chen Xiao is also true, so far there has been no movement. If you can't, why be so strong? ”

He really cared about Chen Xi. After that gambling failure, he had treated Chen Xi as a friend and was naturally reluctant to leave him alone.

As for the sentiments of the villagers, he was sympathetic but could never influence his confrontation.

Yao Luwei seemed to have expected Tianqiao to react this way, and couldn't help but wrinkle his eyebrows. "Don't worry about him. With his strength, you can't repair the Fu Tower. It's enough to earn enough merit. Let's get to Yan Qicheng first. It's not too late to wait there. ”

She turned herself over and added an extra piece of Jade Jane. "I've left him a message and told him everything clearly. When he comes out of Furta, he'll understand. ”

"Are you going to leave now? ”

Yao Luwei nodded: “Sooner or later, don't worry, Chen Xiao knows all this, and he will never blame you or me for leaving first. ”

Asked Heaven, grinning and rubbing his eyebrows, "Is that all? ”

Yao Luwei asked, “What else can you do? ”

Asked Heaven to smile silently for a long time, biting his teeth: “Yes, I'll listen to you. ”

Yao Luwei saw this, and she couldn't help but laugh at Xiu Mei's vulgar face. She knew how to ask about the character of Tianxiao, which she expected.

On the same day, they left.

Knowing all this, the atmosphere in the village of Kingsang suddenly depressed to the extreme.

Night.

Elder Xue Ming sat alone in front of the Fu Tower, and his lean figure grew more and more rickety, as if he was already overburdened.

On the evening of Fujiku, it was particularly cold, the wind of the knife whistled, the village of Jinsang roared and chilled Xiaoser.

Xue Ming stared at Futa for a long time and sighed. He picked up the old bottle and poured a sip of spirits. His chest burned hot, but he couldn't relieve that intense anxiety.

He drank another sigh of wine and sighed. Thus, unknowingly, he was drunk and drunk directly in front of Vuta.

He had a dream, dreaming of his own childhood, of the excitement of the first time he saw a fixer, of the hundreds of millions of divine glows flowing out of him the first time he saw Vuta Fawei, and of the light of nine days and ten places.

It's called "turbulent golden tassel”. It's the vision of Futa when he was completely swept away. He remembered the scene of Hiroshi all his life.

At that time, the villagers, young and old, cheered. Everyone's face was filled with joy, aspirations for a safe life, vision for the future...

At that time... how wonderful!

“Glowing! Futa's glowing!” Xue Ming mocked herself and dreamed again as if she were a distant voice in the sky.

I don't know how many times he's had this dream, but every time he wakes up, he's disappointed.

“Beautiful, even prettier than the meteor rain. ”

“Ha ha, Furta must have been fixed, Elder Xue Ming? Where'd he go? Tell him the good news, old man. ”

“Here, here...”

When a noisy footstep sounded, Xue Ming felt his body lifted up. He struggled with agitation and shouted, “What are you doing? What's wrong with sleeping in the middle of the night? ”

“Uncle, wake up, wake up!” By the ear, there was a crisp cry. Xue Ming knew that she was the second daughter of Feng Bao's family, only seven or eight years old and lively and cute.

“Crying! I'm not dead!” Xue Ming didn't grumble. When he spoke, he opened a seam in his eyes and suddenly felt a blank light pouring in. He stabbed him in the eye and closed it.

What's this?

Though it was just a moment of light, Xue Ming could still be shocked, his general drunkenness suddenly faded away, and his heart was irresistibly irritated.

He takes a deep breath, opens his eyes again, and then sees a brilliant divine glow that shines through the heavens and the earth!

The tall tower is like a wake-up call from sleep, releasing a bright golden glow in the night, sprinkling with tassels and dancing, like a god sowing the divine glory of the earth, in the daylight.

The villagers stood in front of the Futa, bathed in the glow, everyone's face filled with joy, and their eyes filled with visions and expectations of life.

At this moment, Xue Ming was struck by lightning, trembling, two lines of tears rolled down and tears filled his face.

“The golden tassels! This is the golden tassel! Furta is really fixed!” He screamed so wildly in his heart that he could never have seen such a big scene again in his lifetime.

But then again, he hesitated and couldn't believe it. “Hurry! Tell me, is this true? It's not a dream, is it? ”

“Of course not.” A clear, low voice rang in the ear, so familiar.

Xue Ming glanced at him and saw the monk named Chen Xiao. When he had stood beside himself, a pair of deep, star-like eyes were smiling at him.

The golden rain sprinkled, if the tassels danced, overflowed the sky, the young man stood in it, his face was clean, his figure was great shore, his thick black hair flew, and the dust floated.

Like a god.

Xue Ming knew that this image was destined to be branded in his heart and could never be forgotten...