The moment he was made before, he could feel the change in the rune paper slightly, and a thin piece of yellow paper seemed to carry great power when he drew the last stroke.

"Could it be that I'm not good enough at drawing?" Feng Qingyang was puzzled, and then drew one again, this time he didn't use it, but took it and carefully compared it with the fire talisman on the 'Maoshan Rune'.

I saw that his painting was crooked, and I could barely see that there was a charm on it.

"Could this be the legendary ghost painting peach talisman?"

Feng Qingyang couldn't cry or laugh, and he understood where his mistake was, if it was right, he must not have controlled the fire and his shape, and it was by relying on the graphics on it that he could attract the power of heaven and earth. Glancing at the few remaining rune papers, I suddenly felt that my head was big.

"Forget it, I'd better practice more. After speaking, he picked up a brush and dipped it in the blood of the rat on the wall of the cave for a while.

After another hour like this, he suddenly threw the brush aside, and lay on the ground on all fours, gasping for air.

Every time you draw a talisman, you must infuse your own spirit, and you can't be a little wrong, especially when you finish it at the end, you must be careful and careful, otherwise it will only fall short.

"Mana is actually consumed so quickly!" Feng Qingyang said speechlessly, only to feel a feeling of tiredness surging in his empty mind, not that his body, but his spiritual mind was consumed quickly.

It didn't take long for him to fall asleep after lying like this, the yin qi during the day was weak, and the mana consumed could not be replenished, so it was better to rest well.

Looking at the wind that was lying on the ground and sleeping soundly, the demon wolf paced over, and a pair of wolf eyes looked at it without blinking, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

......

It was night, the waning moon hung high in the moonlit sky, Feng Qingyang took the talisman paper and brush to the cyan boulder next to the lake, looked at the waning moon in the sky, he took a deep breath, and the white demon wolf made a swallowing shape.

"Sure enough, Yuehua is the most useful to me!"

Yuehua was cold, and it was directly transformed into mana when inhaled into the body, which was much better than absorbing yin qi, and it didn't take long for him to feel restored, and he waited with a pen in one hand.

"Brother Wolf, do you think I will succeed this time?" asked Feng Qingyang with confidence.

"Woo~" The demon wolf was noncommittal, rolled his eyes very humanely, and then ignored Feng Qingyang's roar at the waning moon in the sky alone.

Looking at this picture, Feng Qingyang's heart suddenly moved, and at this moment he seemed to have forgotten about it, and there was only the picture of the snow-white demon wolf roaring at the waning moon in his eyes.

He jumped off the big cyan stone, stretched out his hard and sharp nails and began to carve on the stone mercilessly.

Brush Brush Brush!

With the roar of the demon wolf, he continued to depict it with a pen, and soon a demon wolf appeared on the cyan boulder, only to see that the demon wolf's hair was clearly visible, lifelike, and his head was held high against the moonlight sky in the sky.

Howling Moon!

Demon wolf howling moon!

At this moment, such a word naturally appeared in Feng Qingyang's mind, looking at the demon wolf carved by himself, he felt very satisfied, and picked up the brush stained with mouse blood and decorated it a little bit......

I don't know when the white demon wolf on the cyan boulder has stopped roaring, it also jumped down and stood quietly watching the wind Qingyang, watching him color the carving, watching his intentions, the wolf's eyes flashed with inexplicable brilliance from time to time.

"It's done!"

Feng Qingyang suddenly let out a loud shout, and when he swung the last stroke, he saw that the carving had turned blood-colored, blood-red eyes, blood-colored hair, and terrifying trembling teeth......

Maybe it's too realistic, and the carving looks like it's about to pop out of the stone.

At this moment, he seemed to have comprehended something, and after finishing the painting, he closed his eyes and did not move for a long time, the zombie should have a green face and fangs, but he relied on the particularity of the corpse king's bloodline to keep him walking, but it was an extra pair of zombie teeth.

He was originally hideous and terrifying, but he had an invisible temperament, as if he was fused with heaven and earth, and he saw that there was a person there, but when he closed his eyes, he couldn't feel his breath at all.

After a while, I saw him open his eyes again, and the demeanor and temperament of that moment can be described as indescribable, maybe only when he is there will be a sense of what it is like.

Turning to look at the white demon wolf beside him, Feng Qingyang suddenly smiled lightly: "It feels very awkward to keep calling you Brother Wolf Brother Wolf, why don't I give you a name!"

Saying that, without waiting for the demon wolf to react, the long nails carved a few big characters on the side of the carving: Wolf King Xiaoyue! Originally, it should have been the wolf king Xiaoyue, but I don't know if it was intentional or subconscious, Feng Qingyang always felt that Xiao Zi was much better than Xiao Zi.

"Xiaoyue Xiaoyue...... What a poetic name......"

He looked at the white demon wolf with black lines on his face triumphantly and said, "Xiaoyue sounds like a big man, but I see that you have a slender body, and I always feel that you are a she-wolf, so I still call you Xiaoyue." ”

"Woo~" The white demon wolf bared his teeth and whimpered a few times, seemingly a little shy, but he didn't make any objections, maybe Feng Qingyang guessed correctly by mistake, it was a she-wolf!

Looking at the demon wolf's reaction, Feng Qingyang seemed to feel something, but then he remembered that his original intention was to learn to draw talismans.

"I'll draw the talisman first!"

He grabbed a piece of talisman paper and pasted it on the cyan boulder, silently recalling the fire talisman in the 'Maoshan Rune' in his mind, and then began to sketch one stroke at a time.

Write like a god!

That ethereal state enveloped him deeply until he finished the last stroke.

He put down the brush in his hand, and picked up the rune paper that still looked a little messy with satisfaction, and secretly said that this time it should have been successful, this was something he had drawn with great difficulty.

With one hand, he shouted softly: "Hurry and wish!"

'Boom!' The rune paper suddenly burned, turning into a huge fireball suspended on the lake, illuminating the night brightly, and waves of air visible to the naked eye swayed.

"Go!"

Feng Qingyang raised his hand and pointed at it, and the fireball flew into the bottom of the lake with a bang, and there was an explosion with a bang, splashing waves, and then a burst of barbecue came from the lake, and it seemed that a lot of fish had been burned to death.

"It's amazing, this fire spell can have so much power, so wouldn't the higher-level spell in the back be against the sky?"

Feng Qingyang secretly smacked his tongue, glanced at Xiaoyue proudly, grabbed the brush again and began to draw talismans, he wanted to take advantage of this state of heaven and man to draw a few more in one fell swoop, this kind of thing is never too little.

"Fire Charm"

"Ice Charm"

"Wind Curse"

After drawing five pictures in a row, he finally couldn't hold on and fell to the grass with a thud, although his body was tired, but his mood was unusually good.

But he didn't know that this small 'Maoshan Rune' had laid a solid foundation for him in the future, so that he could leave a piece in the cultivation world - a zombie would know Taoism, and the gods couldn't stop it!