In the quiet environment, Chen Feng stood in the open space outside the small courtyard, calmly adjusting his artistic conception.

Although the still Chen Feng was closed, the perception gradually became clear, the insects in the grass and trees, the gentle breeze, and even the gurgling sound of the mountain spring seemed to make the mood touch the ripples.

"Whoosh!whoosh!whoosh~~~"

With Chen Feng's essence moving all over his body, his hands were quickly sealed, and the peaceful artistic conception was also broken.

What's even more strange is that Chen Feng muttered jerky incantations in the process of sealing.

"Quicksand!"

Just when it was difficult to reach the resonance between the seal of his hands and the incantation in his mouth, Chen Feng had already leaned over quickly, and his hands were quickly pressed on the rocky ground with a faint seal.

"Poof~~~"

In the process of spreading the talisman seal, a small sandstorm surged, which suddenly made the outside of the small courtyard feel a miasma.

A small sandstorm wrapped Chen Feng's figure, and there was no time for three breaths, and he had already run out of it in embarrassment with his breath.

"Is this also called quicksand? It's really weak~~~" Qiao Xueqing smiled sweetly while taking care of the medicine garden.

A cloud of sand and dust dispersed with the breeze, and seeing the small bowl-like sand pit on the rocky ground exposed, Chen Feng couldn't help but be embarrassed and said, "I just started the spell, and it's already very powerful......

"Is it? If this is called powerful, I'm afraid that the disciples of the Qi Refining Stage who have just started will be better than you want to cast, and compared to your brute strength, your spells are really not on the table!" Qiao Xueqing covered her mouth and attacked Chen Feng.

"Don't look at me right now. As long as I am willing to work hard, the situation will definitely change in the future......" Chen Feng sat on a smooth rock, picked up the lark pen and dipped the gerbil beast blood in the vial. A hard-mouthed look.

"Actually, a beginner in talisman making like you can practice with dansha and ordinary talisman paper, the reason why your talisman can't show its power is mainly because there is no spiritual power to urge it!" Qiao Xueqing chattered idly, and said to Chen Feng with a smile.

Like the quicksand technique practiced by Chen Feng, talisman making is also to store spells that can take effect in the talisman paper. While Chen Feng drew the quicksand rune towards the rune paper, he still wanted to chant the spell in his mouth.

Despite using demon beast blood, Chen Feng was using the lark pen to make talismans at the same time. The spiritual consciousness was still like a slowly flowing stream, surging towards the rune paper.

Chen Feng's use of the lark pen to draw runes was not only jerky, but also extremely slow, coupled with the incantation in his mouth and muttering. It's really crappy.

"Bang~~~"

There was a slight muffled sound. After only one disconnection, the rune paper in Chen Feng's hand burst into a cloud of sand and scrapped.

Feeling Qiao Xueqing's playful gaze, Chen Feng couldn't help but lose face: "It's just a mistake, little money ......"

"I thought you could make a defective product, but I didn't expect it to explode directly, the biggest factor restricting the power of the spirit rune is accuracy. A person like you who has no qualifications for making talismans wants to reach the level of a dragon and a snake. You have to practice diligently!" Qiao Xueqing said with a light smile while pouring the spiritual liquid on the spiritual essence with a small gourd.

"No qualifications, impossible, I'm obviously a genius, it must have been just a small mistake just now......" Chen Feng's eyes were hidden thoughts, but the reluctant smile on his face was extremely improper.

"There are a lot of brushstrokes for drawing spiritual runes, but what I pay attention to is 'natural and comfortable potential', following the artistic conception of natural stretching of the talismans, in order to achieve cohesion and external tension and softness, as for creativity, it is on the basis of integrating and accumulating experience, it can be done. Qiao Xueqing couldn't help but smile, as if she had caught a rare opportunity to teach.

"You have to cast spells, you have to draw, and you have to chant spells, you can't do it all at once!" Chen Feng muttered a little weakly as he looked at the flying ashes that had turned into the explosive rune paper in his hand.

"It's okay to be uncomfortable and jerky, then practice to a certain extent, the talisman can still be silent, but your current level is too far away, there is no step in cultivation, it is normal for a novice to learn talismans to fail hundreds of times, only when talismans reach thousands of times, the success rate can gradually increase!" Qiao Xueqing smiled lightly at Chen Feng.

"Is it enough to thousands of times? How come I have failed thousands of times these days, and the materials have been consumed a lot, and I haven't seen any progress yet?" Chen Feng's face ached, as if he couldn't bear to practice this talisman technique of burning spirit stones.

"People make talismans that spew out spiritual power, but you use demon beast blood and spiritual consciousness instead, naturally you have made great progress, no, I think it's better to release some desolate qi......" Qiao Xueqing smiled helplessly.

"For the time being, after the penmanship and talisman making are proficient, maybe you can accumulate thick and thin, do you want to go to the second floor of the Ancient Scripture Pavilion?" Chen Feng got up from the rock and asked Qiao Xueqing.

"I don't want to go again, I always feel weird, don't go deep, I don't have a clue about the Qimen formation of this Ancient Scripture Pavilion. Qiao Xueqing's beautiful face revealed a little strange.

"It would be a pity if such a good place was not used, so I went up and exercised my muscles. Chen Feng widened his chest with a look of anticipation.

"You were oppressed by Tian Zhenxiong's gravity before, is it okay?" Qiao Xueqing asked with concern.

"It's not a big deal, but now that my arms and eyes are petrified, I still have to think about it, if Xiu Wei has been entering the realm slowly, the matter of Shouyuan will also be planned. Chen Feng sighed lightly as he walked towards the Ancient Scripture Pavilion.

It wasn't until Chen Feng entered the Ancient Scripture Pavilion that Qiao Xueqing showed a little worry.

In the quiet Ancient Scripture Pavilion, Chen Feng held the golden scripture general order with the thickness of his thumb in his hand, and walked straight towards the staircase leading to the second floor of the scripture pavilion along the golden silk thread revealed by the general order.

Although the nine hundred and ninety-nine prayer frames had already swirled before Chen Feng could reach the staircase, Chen Feng still relied on the golden silk thread to get out of the mysterious Qimen formation.

The staircase space leading to the second floor was filled with sticky coulee and runes. As if the entire staircase passage had been glued up, Chen Feng's left wrist flashed with a thick black mist.

Under the rush of desolate black mist. The viscous coulee and runes receded automatically, gradually revealing a hole that looked past a person.

Although Chen Feng was not surprised that Jin Jing Tongling was able to bring himself to the staircase leading to the second floor, he had a strong emotion.

There are eyes that can be seen, leading to the second layer of the various runes filled with ancient spiritual power, there are some golden mystical scriptures flickering, in Chen Feng's perception. It is these scriptures that have been retained by not knowing who injected into the ancient spiritual power of the Dao, and have a traction effect on the Golden Sutra General Order.

However, if there is no Chen Feng's desolate atmosphere, it is only based on the Golden Scripture General Order. Still can't open the passage to the second floor.

After living on the mountain lawn of the Ancient Scripture Pavilion for more than ten days, although Chen Feng and Qiao Xueqing explored some mysteries of the Ancient Scripture Pavilion, counting this time, Chen Feng only went to the second floor of the Ancient Scripture Pavilion for the second time.

Climb the stone staircase that leads to the second floor. A heavy pressure immediately came over his face. Looking at the stone walls on both sides of the stairs, there were many jerky and incomprehensible martial arts patterns depicted, and at the same time, Chen Feng's figure crackled and made a muffled sound, and he couldn't help but take another step towards the stairs.

"Buzz~~~"

In just two steps, the muscles of Chen Feng's body trembled, and this invisible artistic conception pressure even made his body reach an unbearable level.

This is still in the glue of the general viscous coulee. and numerous runes of different shapes, hidden in the stone walls on both sides of the staircase. If you are forced to advance against Gu Li and many runes, the pressure you will suffer can be imagined.

Although Chen Feng had already gone up to the second floor of the Ancient Scripture Pavilion once, Chen Feng, who had stepped on the two-level stone steps, had a slight change in expression and frowned slightly.

"It seems that something is wrong, in the past ten days, even if my entry is untraceable, and then go up to the second floor of the Jing Pavilion, it should be a little easier, it seems to be more ......and more difficult for anything," Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly surprised in his heart.

Under the obstruction of the strange and invisible artistic conception, Chen Feng even gave birth to a guess that made him chill, I am afraid that the difficulty of walking up the thirty stairs leading to the second floor of the Jing Pavilion is not static, maybe as he becomes stronger, this invisible pressure will become heavier and heavier!

The buzzing sound was endless, and Chen Feng, who stepped on the tenth step, his entire body was distorted.

It's no wonder that Qiao Xueqing is reluctant to come, until now, Chen Feng still has some lingering feelings about her difficulty in breaking into the second floor of the Jing Pavilion.

However, combined with his experience of this section of the pavilion staircase last time, Chen Feng confirmed some speculations.

Judging from the last time Qiao Xueqing walked towards the mountain, Chen Feng could directly understand that Qiao Xueqing was under much more pressure than him, which may be related to cultivation and some other unknown factors, but Chen Feng did not ask too much about it.

In the process of walking and stopping, Chen Feng took half a cup of tea to come to the exit of the stairs, but when he saw that he was about to reach the second floor of the Jing Pavilion, his consciousness was a little blurred, and Chen Feng, who was dripping with beads of sweat all over his body, suddenly stopped in a strange way.

I don't know if the relationship between Lu Dao and his confusion is that Chen Feng felt that the thirty-rank staircase stone steps he had walked before seemed to be one more level.

Under the invisible oppression of the strange artistic conception, not only Chen Feng's physical bones, but also his spiritual consciousness were extremely painful, and his whole body seemed to be torn into tiny pieces.

A smear of blood printed on the corner of his mouth, Chen Feng stepped onto the second floor of the Jing Pavilion in one step, and after feeling the pressure disappear suddenly, he couldn't help but fall to the ground with his strength, gasping for breath.

"Damn, what's going on? It's becoming more difficult to make progress in cultivation, so it looks like this damn staircase, isn't it easier to come up the lower the cultivation......" Chen Feng almost reluctantly moved his neck, and with his sweaty eyes, he looked not far from the second floor of the Jing Pavilion.

Unlike the many bookshelves that are staggered and horizontally placed on the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion, the second floor is a completely dark space, as if the light has lost its effect here, and if it is released, it will be swallowed.

Chen Feng's gaze could only see a distance of one zhang away.

A stone statue the size of an ordinary person appeared in Chen Feng's sight, giving people a sense of eternal immobility.

However, Chen Feng, who was lying on the ground, did not dare to underestimate the stone statue in his sight, he and Qiao Xueqing had suffered a big loss from this stone statue when they came here for the first time.

In Chen Feng's opinion, this stone statue is for him. It is simply an insurmountable difficulty, and it is also a shame that the stone statue did not kill the killer as soon as it came up, otherwise Chen Feng would be in an embarrassing state at this time. I'm afraid that I will be killed directly.

After a quarter of an hour of paralysis, Chen Feng supported his aching body and sat down cross-legged on the ground.

Taking out the small gourd containing the spiritual liquid, Chen Feng poured it into his mouth, and the roaring spiritual liquid poured straight into his stomach under his heavy drink.

If ordinary people drink so badly, they are afraid that their stomachs will be propped up after a while. However, in the hungry and thirsty state of Chen Feng's body and bones like demons, a large amount of spiritual fluid was digested and absorbed by him like nutrients.

"Hey~~~ Are you a guard on the second floor of the Pavilion?"

Chen Feng who drank a stomach of spiritual liquid. Wiping his mouth, he asked with a smile at the stone man.

In Chen Feng's expectation, the stone man did not give him any response, and it seemed that he did not have his own consciousness, but was more like a puppet made by someone.

After being fed, Chen Feng, who was full of essence. Didn't get up immediately. Instead, he produced a desolation and entered the cultivation through the handprints.

Under the pressure of leading to the second floor of the Ancient Scripture Pavilion, although the feeling of being torn apart was worse than death, in Chen Feng's opinion, this strange staircase was of great benefit to cultivation.

"If there is no spiritual fluid to nourish you, it is estimated that a trip will only overdraw your cultivation foundation, and instead it will produce stubborn cultivation diseases, just like being beaten by someone with thousands of sticks. It's really painful......" Time passed slowly, gritting his teeth and enduring Chen Feng. I can't help but ease up a bit.

It took a full day, until Chen Feng's flesh shook slightly and comfortably because of the surging essence, that he got up in the crackling bone explosion.

A layer of dead skin-like debris fell off Chen Feng's explosive and vibrating body.

Clenching his fists and feeling the unstoppable strength, Chen Feng showed a smile on his face.

Changing into a clean tight-fitting suit, seeing that the stone man not far away, there was still no movement, Chen Feng showed an expectant smile on his face, and took a small step forward cautiously and cautiously.

"Woo~~~"

It was just a change in the distance of a small step, as if it had alarmed the stone man, making him slowly turn around to face Chen Feng, but his face was a little blurry.

Chen Feng's gaze could only see that a stone man was found in one zhang of space, and there were only those pitch-black spaces that devoured the light, but Chen Feng did not dare to enter blindly.

On the second floor of this Ancient Scripture Pavilion, Chen Feng could feel that the scripture scroll general order handed over to him by Li Lin for the first time had almost lost its effect, and it was already the limit of this general order to lead him to find the entrance to the second floor of the staircase while the Qimen formation was in operation.

The mysterious array alone was so terrifying, and the danger on the second floor of the Ancient Scripture Pavilion could be imagined.

If the person from the Thousand Machines Sect who had gone through the first floor of the Ancient Scripture Pavilion could ascend to the second floor and inquire about it, the Scripture Decree would not be ineffective.

However, whether Li Lin, the first seat of the Tibetan Scripture Peak, has reservations, Chen Feng does not know.

In Chen Feng's perception of the stairs leading to the second floor of the Jing Pavilion and this stone figure, it was hard to imagine that anyone would be able to break through this hurdle.

"Bang!Bang!Bang~~~"

After Chen Feng smiled and clenched his fists with both hands, he had already rushed towards the stone man without saying a word, and the space of one zhang was almost in front of the stone man in one step.

"Boom~~~"

With Chen Feng's punch, Shi Ren's reaction was extremely fast, and the first to come was also a punch.

The stirring fist wind of the two fists intersecting spread out like a messy storm.

If there were outsiders at this time, they would find that Shi Ren's fist was exactly the same as Chen Feng's fist.

In the fluctuation of the strength of the whine, he felt the strength of the stone man, and gradually adjusted it to be equal to himself, Chen Feng's right fist turned into a cotton hand, and Tiangang folded his hand to unfold, and the head and face were attacked towards the stone man.

The roaring sound was endless, and I saw that the stone man's moves were almost exactly the same as Chen Feng's Tiangang folding plum hand, and the whole posture was like a plum tree blooming into a cluster of flowers.

In Chen Feng's battle, the stone man almost became more and more agile, not only showing a stronger momentum than Chen Feng, but also more refined moves than Chen Feng, and even obviously outperforming Chen Feng, gradually occupying an advantage.

Although it was only a low-level martial art, Chen Feng had been cultivating Tiangang Folding Plum Hands for a while, and he was defeated by the stone man in his own way, and he still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

In the case of the battle between the two of them, the stone man was not afraid of the pitch-black space around him that devoured the light, and his moves opened and closed widely, and his body would even occasionally disappear into the dark space, and suddenly attacked Chen Feng.

In this unfavorable situation, Chen Feng was a little timid, and he didn't dare to use too powerful tricks, for fear that the stone man would learn it.

"Takashi ~~~"

The stone man punched out with a powerful punch, although Chen Feng crossed his hands and sealed the stone man's fist, he still couldn't withstand the terrifying force, and was knocked out, falling like a broken sack at the exit of the second-story stairs.

"Woo~~~"

The stone man, whose blurred face gradually turned into Chen Feng's face, finally hummed his body, as if it was a short-term machine, and there was no longer any movement.

"Hiss~~~"

Chen Feng, who was dressed in a broken robe, gasped and couldn't help but glance at the dense bruises on his body.

If it weren't for the fact that Shi Ren's strength was not much stronger than Chen Feng's, in the hand-to-hand struggle between the two, Chen Feng might not only have torn a piece of clothing, but would have been beaten into meat paste.

"Could it be that this lump of stone can completely become me?"

Chen Feng even had a sad feeling of fighting with himself at this time, this situation not only happened to him, even Qiao Xueqing, who came to the second floor of the Jing Pavilion last time, couldn't help but suffer a big loss.

Thinking of Qiao Xueqing's somewhat glamorous figure at that time, Chen Feng couldn't help but have an itchy nose, for this matter, Qiao Xueqing didn't get rid of his annoyance and anger for several days. (To be continued......)