880 Impossible as Ants to Shake a Mighty Tree, I Have become Invincible! II (2/2)
Ning Que did not know either. And he did not want to know.
People at Peach Mountain's front yard did want to know but that they were not able to figure it out.
It was because this pure white lotus flower that held boundless Buddhist psyche did not even get any closer to Ning Que. It did not go far from Qi Nian's lips before it was broken into relics in front of his face.
What power could have silently chopped the lotus flower of Buddhist psyche into relics?!
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Zhao Nanhai attacked Ning Que again with Haotian's Divine Flame.
The Divine Flame formed a holy stream of light, but was again severed before it could travel further than several feet away from his index finger.
Lebu shouted loudly and sprang onto Ning Que like a wounded tiger.
He only made three steps before dozens of gashes were made on his body.
The psyche power was cut off!
The white lotus flower was chopped!
The stream of Haotian's Divine Flame was severed!
The strongest body was gashed!
It seemed as if there were countless bouts of power hidden in the air around the altar.
Those bouts of power were sharp enough to cut off any worldly existence.
What power could be so horrifying?
The severed Divine Flame squirted around wretchedly. The chopped white lotus flower released Buddhist psyche that twisted lights. Lebu's blood gushed out like a waterfall. Some lines loomed amongst those Divine Flame, lights, and blood.
The bouts of power were generated from the lines.
The lines seemed to be in a mess but had merged into groups of two to form the shape of a cross.
In the air around the altar, dozens of Yi Talisman appeared gradually.
These were the most powerful Divine Talisman Ning Que could ever draw.
This was the Divine Talisman that cleaved the Abbey Dean's bones and flesh in Chang'an.
No one saw how he activated the Talisman. They did not knew that when Ning Que was drawing the iron blade, he was not only repelling his enemies but also drawing the Talismans.
With one draw, it was a single line. Upon a second draw, it became a Talisman.
That was the Yi Talisman!
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Yi Talismans were flying around the altar.
No one dared to make further attacks. Even the proudest and strongest cultivators did not dare to take the risk against these simple crosses, as they had learned from the Abbey Dean's mistake.
People were stunned not only because of Ning Que's mystical skills of drawing talisman with blade, but also that he was able to draw so many talismans in such a short while.
A talisman master was gifted. It was not a game for everyone. People like Qi Nian could only grasp the basic principles of talisman. If compared with calligraphy, a talisman master's psyche would be the ink to draw the talisman. It was hard for an ordinary human to imagine how much psyche power it required to draw a Divine Talisman.
It was impossible for the strongest Divine Talisman master like Yan Se to draw so many Talismans in such a short period of time!
But Ning Que made it. He did not even need to use meditation to recover his psyche. How could he have ever made it?
The Yi Talismans were flying around the front yard of Peach Mountain. Innumerable leaves fell and were smashed by the talismans. Countless screams were heard. Many were killed. People like Qi Nian were too stunned to make any step further.
The iron arrow was set on the bowstring, and the iron bow was being pulled.
Ning Que looked at the scene in front of him and recalled the snowstorm he experienced in Chang'an last year. The Tianqi bestowed by Haotian's Divine Power was just like the boundless power that Chang'an had provided him.
With such power, he could fulfill many unimaginable tasks and draw as many Talismans as needed. He could stand in front of the Abbey Dean with confidence. It felt extraordinarily good.
It was the feeling of invincibility.