I saw two supreme treasures, as if they were passing through nothing, and they couldn't hurt the monster's phantom at all, so they penetrated through like this.

Seeing this, after Fang Yan thought of something, he immediately recited the magic formula in his mouth, and then saw that a pale golden magic seal condensed in Fang Yan's hand, which was the Xihe Asking Heart Mantra.

"Go!"

After Fang Yan snorted lightly, the golden magic seal rippled towards the monster phantom condensed by the white mist.

And the Xi and Conscience Mantra, compared to the two treasures in Fang Yan's hand, were more powerful at restraining the monster phantom, and after rippling, it immediately hit the white monster phantom.

However, this move only made the white monster phantom fade a little, and Fang Yan used the Xi and Conscience spell again, wanting to deal with this monster phantom.

It's a pity, no matter how powerful Fang Yan's Xi and Conscience Mantra is, the cultivation of this white mist phantom is the rainbow light stage after all, and Fang Yan is not only extremely difficult to deal with, but also unable to hurt the other party's root at all.

At the same time, the white monster phantom had already come to Fang Yan, and towards Fang Yan's location, he opened his mouth and bit down.

Fang Yan subconsciously stretched out his hand to protect his head, but he didn't want to wear the Hong Kong embroidery fan bell on his wrist, but it trembled violently, making a jingling bell.

The expected threat did not come, and the air around Fang Yan also loosened with this sound, and Fang Yan hurriedly opened his eyes.

I saw a dark mist, slowly flying out of the Hong Kong embroidery bell on Fang Yan's wrist.

It was such a small wisp of black gas, which actually made the monster phantom formed by the white mist stop, and if you looked closely, you could also see the monster phantom turned into the white mist, which looked a little suspicious.

And this black mist, after flying out of the Hong Kong embroidery bell on Fang Yan's wrist, turned into a humanoid shape of a human size.

I saw that the person who had turned into the black mist was a black shadow holding a spear, but this black shadow was very faint.

"This is, Black Wanderer!"

Fang Yan exclaimed in his heart.

This shadow is the image of the Black Wandering God that Fang Yan saw in the black market that day. It's just that the Black Wandering God in front of Fang Yan is dozens of times smaller than the Black Wandering God he saw before, and it is not so condensed.

This is a mini black wanderer for the huge black wanderer seen in the black market that day.

As soon as this mini black wanderer appeared, the monster turned into white mist on the opposite side immediately retreated in fright, and wanted to escape from the window.

But where would the mini black god give it a chance, I saw the mini black god slam the spear in his hand to the ground, and suddenly let out a whining sound.

Immediately, I saw that the monster phantom that had flown to the side of the window was sucked back by the mini black wanderer uncontrollably.

After a few screams, the monster phantom formed by the white mist did not fall to the ground at all, and all of them entered the nose of the mini black wanderer and disappeared.

And when Fang Yan was in the black market, he witnessed the terrifying existence of the Black Wandering God, and at that time, he made the monks frightened, so Fang Yan retreated vigilantly in his heart.

But the strange thing is that the black wandering god that appeared this time did not give Fang Yan that creepy feeling, but instead looked like a guardian spirit.

After the mini black oil god killed the monster phantom turned by the white mist, he didn't stay any longer, but turned into a puff of black smoke again, and flew into the Hong Kong embroidery fan bell on Fang Yan's wrist.

Fang Yan was sure that he didn't feel the terrifying aura of the black wandering god in the black market from beginning to end, and Fang Yan put his hand on the Hong Kong embroidery bell suspiciously.

At this moment, Fang Yan was shocked to find that there seemed to be some change in the Hong Kong embroidery bell, as if it had been worn. Fang Yan estimated that if he let the black god get out of the Hong Kong embroidery bell again like now, the Hong Kong embroidery bell in his hand would probably gradually deteriorate.

"If it's used too ordinarily, the Guansu Secret Order can't bear it, and it will collapse. ”

Seeing this, Fang Yan couldn't help but think of what the housekeeper said before, and his eyes couldn't help but flicker slightly.

Could it be that the housekeeper of Xiuyi has long known about the situation here?

Fang Yan was shocked in his heart, and at the same time, he couldn't help but think of the difference between the secret order given by the City Lord's Mansion and what he had seen before.

Could it be that the other pairs of masks actually have another mystery?

Fang Yan, who was full of thoughts, couldn't help but subconsciously look at the portrait of the person who was enshrined.

I saw that the handsome Taoist who did not look like a real person was still smiling slightly, and nothing had changed, and the incense that Fang Yan had given to the Taoist just now was still burning, and everything was normal.

Fang Yan thought for a while, came to the three futons in front of the incense case, looked at it, and then picked up a futon.

I saw that this was just an ordinary futon, and there was nothing special about it.

Then Fang Yan checked the other two futons, and found no differences.

After thinking about it, Fang Yan used the spiritual power in his body to hold one of the futons in his hand, which was more accurate than the divine sense probe.

After inspecting the third futon, Fang Yan finally found a clue.

That is, the material of this futon is somewhat special.

It seems that some kind of special spiritual wood is divided into small strands and woven by skilled craftsmen.

And this kind of spirit wood is a very precious rune paper material, and the rune paper made of this spirit wood is especially suitable for making flying runes, such as paper cranes and the like.

Seeing this, Fang Yan was overjoyed, and immediately took out the prize given to him by the City Lord's Mansion, the talisman worth 100,000 yuan.

As for the cinnabar used to draw the flying talisman, there was really no suitable one in Fang Yan's hand, mainly because the cinnabar that Fang Yan carried, it was not a precious cinnabar, for the sake of safety, Fang Yan felt that it was better not to use this thing to draw the talisman.

Otherwise, if the cinnabar used is too inferior, and this futon like runic paper collapses, it will be too much to lose.

So, Fang Yan searched here again, and finally, Fang Yan looked at the incense that was burning, and after checking it with his full eyesight, Fang Yan found that these incense ashes were actually vermilion.

Then, Fang Yan immediately took out a talisman pen, dipped it in some incense ash, and drew it on the futon.

Seeing that there was no one around, Fang Yan gently recited a Xiling ballad, and at this moment, he had been burying his head in the face and did not notice that the portrait of that person, after hearing the syllables in Fang Yan's mouth, a slight fluctuation flashed in his eyes.

It is also strange to say that the originally dry incense ash was firmly attached to it like ordinary cinnabar after being stained by the tip of the talisman pen.

It seems that this decision was the right one.

Fang Yan then drew on the futon.

A quarter of an hour later.

Finally, Fang Yan put down the talisman pen, looked at the futon talisman that had been successfully made, and nodded with satisfaction.

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