When Wu Meng heard this, he thought that there must be a lot of articles in it, could it be related to the inheritance? So why did the high-level leaders of the Spirit Illusion Gate give up these four lents? Maybe they didn't give up, but they had no choice but to stare at this treasure.

In this case, if someone goes to break through the four fasts, it will definitely attract attention, and if it doesn't pass, it's okay, if it passes, it is estimated that someone will be arrested and questioned.

"Senior Sister Fanyue, what do you do to her, it's just that she passed the last level by luck, and she also wanted to pass the test of the pen fast, so we have been waiting here for nearly half an hour. A white-clothed male cultivator said with some displeasure.

"Say less!" said another white-clothed male cultivator next to him.

"She can't see herself clearly, her strength is low, and she won't let me say it?. The man was indignant.

The others also echoed, and Fan Yue frowned and snorted unhappily, "Shut up! Senior Sister Wumeng's strength is not allowed to be evaluated by you, since you can enter this talisman tower and pass the first three levels, your strength is always stronger than those who failed!"

Everyone didn't dare to speak out when they heard this, they were not afraid of Fan Yue, but estimated her identity and her sister's identity.

Wu Meng found out that only he was in Tsing Yi in this group of people, and the others were all white, and many of them were embroidered with patterns on their white clothes, at least they were also passed down by an elder.

"Wu Meng, I haven't asked you yet, what happened when you went to that penzhai?" Fan Yue looked at Wu Meng with some expectation in her eyes.

"That's my booty. Wu Meng took out the talisman pen he had made.

"Just a rune pen?" Fan Yue was a little disappointed, but a hint of discoloration flashed in her eyes, and her right hand unconsciously stroked her Qiankun bag.

The others even snickered secretly when they heard this.

Wu Meng calmly put away the talisman pen, "No, I also learned how to make a talisman pen!"

"Congratulations on passing the third level!" Taling's voice rang out.

"Now open the trial of ink, as we all know, rune ink is divided into cinnabar ink and demon blood ink, the longer the year of cinnabar ink, the higher the grade, and although the demon blood ink is related to the grade of demon blood, but the high-grade demon blood ink, after the precipitation of time, can also consume the anger in the demon blood, so that the demon blood ink is more spiritual. ”

"This level will test your knowledge of Fu Mo. You will be divided into 100 pieces of rune ink, including cinnabar ink and demon blood ink, you need to separate them and sort them according to the year, all correct ones will pass, and each person will have three chances. Four hours only!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone found themselves in a room full of the fragrance of ink, the room was about 100 square meters, and inside was the layout of a classroom, with ten large tables in the middle, each table had a large wooden tray, on which were placed rows of ink blocks, and the divine consciousness swept away, no more, no less, exactly one hundred.

"Wu Meng, come on!" Fan Yue smiled at Wu Meng, and without dwelling on the previous topic, she walked to the nearest table and sat down, and began to distinguish Fu Mo.

Wu Meng nodded, and looked up again, good guy, there was only the one in the corner left. Smiled helplessly, and walked towards the table.

Four hours, that is, 8 hours, the Ta Ling who slammed the door actually gave such a long time? It seems that this level is not easy to pass.

Wu Meng sat on the chair, first swept these ink blocks with his divine sense, first made the first step to distinguish according to the strength of spiritual power fluctuations, and then separated the demon blood ink, and finally identified the year, just like that, after two hours, Wu Meng divided all the rune ink.

"These four?" Wu Meng finally looked at the four runes with rich spiritual power and frowned slightly, she felt that these four spiritual powers were almost the same, and the years were also about the same.

"No matter, let's try it first. Wu Meng gritted his teeth and arranged the runes in order according to his feelings. "Taling, I want to test!"

"Are you sure?" said Taling's voice.

"Yes!"

"Well, that's wrong! You have two more chances. ”

"Huh?" I had expected it, but I couldn't help but be disappointed. "Then can you tell me what's wrong?" Wu Meng's tone was full of hope.

"What do you think?" Wu Meng was sure that Taling must have been looking at her with slanted eyes.

"Okay. Wu Meng had to re-distinguish it herself.

After checking and checking, Wu Meng was still entangled in the four pieces of rune ink, oh, now it was three, and she finally identified one more just now.

These three pieces of rune ink, from the appearance are exactly the same, the spiritual power is also the same rich and peaceful, is the best cinnabar ink, Wu Meng is estimated to have about a thousand years, a thousand years of rune ink is eight grades, quite precious.

But the more this is the case, the more difficult it is to distinguish, a thousand years, a year, two years, there is no difference in spiritual power, so it is not possible to distinguish with spiritual power.

But with other methods, it is even more not. Hey, if only the butler was here. As for the light brain, it can't do such a big calculation.

Forget it and try one last time, Wu Meng stared at the three pieces of rune ink, releasing his divine sense, and observing the difference in them at the same time. "Huh?" Wu Meng's gaze froze, falling on the rune ink in the middle, and his divine sense was deep again, entering the spiritual power world of rune ink.

Wu Meng seemed to have fallen into a vast white ocean of spiritual power, her divine sense was swimming in it, and suddenly she saw a fiery red light flashing, and then looked closely, and the red light disappeared again.

Wu Meng was overjoyed, his divine consciousness condensed, and he observed carefully, and slowly in Wu Meng's divine consciousness, the red light slowly emerged, and Wu Meng's divine consciousness touched the red light, and a warm breath hit.

This is the demon blood ink, distinguishing between the demon blood ink and the cinnabar ink, in addition to looking at the spiritual power and the harmony, you can also pass the spiritual power attribute, the cinnabar ink is no attribute, and the demon blood ink has, but the attribute of this spiritual power is the same as the anger, it will also be consumed by time, and finally turned into the demon blood ink without attributes.

Therefore, the demon blood ink of high years is often mistaken for cinnabar ink.

Wu Meng checked it again, and only after confirming that it was indeed the demon blood ink did he launch his divine sense, and solemnly placed the ink block in the middle at the back of the upper row. His gaze fell back on the remaining two pieces of runic ink, and he was filled with sorrow again.

After re-observing, it was still fruitless, "In that case, let Taling help me distinguish it." "Place two pieces of rune ink at the back of the row below.

"Taling, I'm going to test. ”

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

"Wrong, you still have a chance!"

"So what?" Wu Meng reversed the position of the last two pieces of runic ink, staring at the air with sparkling eyes, as if he wanted to observe Taling's expression through the air.

Taling: "That's right!"

"Thank you!" Wu Meng heard this, dyed with deep joy.

"Congratulations on passing the trial of ink, rewarding a piece of runic ink, do you want to go to the ink studio to get it?"

"Yes!" As soon as the words fell, a door appeared on the wall, and the word Mozhai was written on it, and Wu Meng stood up and walked over.

"Huh, that Wu Meng actually passed?" At this time, a disciple saw Wu Meng and said in surprise,

"Ha, I don't want to break into the ink studio because of my strength!"

Fan Yue, who was patiently distinguishing the runes, raised her head to look at the disappearing door, and a strange light flashed in her eyes.