Zhang Daoran made this request. After a long time, Zhang Daoran came to Zhang Daoran with shame: "A real person like a god on land, a godlike figure, the inheritance of the thunder technique of the Shenxiao Sect, has experienced war, and now there is no ten, and there is no magical power to call the wind and rain at that time. If the real person wants the Shenxiao Sect's divine thunder talisman, the old Taoist can draw one. If he wants to see the Shenxiao Sect's divine thunder talisman summon thunder, the old Taoist cannot do it."

Through the video, Zhang Daoran saw Zhang Daoran's ability to become a god. Zhang Yimao returned from the island in the middle of the lake and told the story of his magical experience when he heard Zhang Daoran reciting scriptures. Zhang Daoquan knew that Zhang Daoran was a great master at the level of the founding ancestor.

The Taoist sect of my own family is the most clear. The Shenxiao Sect has a long history and its inheritance has declined to this day. The inheritance of the Divine Thunder Talisman has always been passed down by word of mouth. The war has caused the older generation to pass on their lives before they could pass on the talisman seal.

The divine thunder talisman Zhang Daoquanhui painting, but it has no corresponding power.

Zhang Daoran asked for talismans, but Zhang Daoquan was unwilling to show off his skills in front of a true cultivator like Zhang Daoran, who was a master of the school, and made a joke.

"I just want to see the divine thunder talisman seal of the Shenxiao Sect, and have no other ideas. If a fellow Taoist can draw it, I can just pay attention to it."

Zhang Daoran has been fascinated by the divine thunder talisman for a long time, and he also knows that the Taoist practitioners do not have the prosperity of Taoist sects, and the various magical abilities of those Taoist ancestors have no extravagant hope that Zhang Daoquan can summon divine thunder.

"Ikyu, bring the old Taoist wolf-haired pen."

Zhang Daoquan smiled bitterly, his eyes were a little dim. The ancestors passed on their ancestors, and in their generation, there was only one empty shell left, and Zhang Daoquan was embarrassed. Zhang Daoran wanted to see the divine thunder talisman, but Zhang Daoquan was not easy to refuse.

Ikkyu waited for the disciples of the Shenxiao Sect to be slightly stunned, and then Ikkyu walked towards the Shentang.

"The head of the sect is serious. The wolf-haired pen has never been used easily. Only important festivals will be taken out."

Facing the magical Taoist masters, Yiming and other disciples of the Shenxiao Sect felt the pressure on the head.

"Good writing!"

Ikkyu quickly brought a wolf-haired pen with beautiful workmanship and talisman engraved on the pen. These talismans still emitted a faint wave of spiritual energy in the years. Zhang Daoran was a great master of the formation Taoist talisman, and he could tell at a glance that this wolf-haired pen was not simple.

"This is a legacy of the founder of the school. Over the years, the pen tip has been replaced countless times, and the pen holder has been retained and dare not abandon it."

With both hands holding the pen, Zhang Daoquan's face looked a little solemn.

Everyone walked into Zhang Daoran's room and stood aside. Zhang Daoquan held a wolf's hair in his hand, dipped in cinnabar, and fell down slightly hesitated. The pen tip passed by the yellow paper, leaving behind complicated and mysterious patterns.

Zhang Daoran kept staring at the wolf brush. When Zhang Daorun's pen tip fell on the yellow surface paper, a trace of faint spiritual energy was absorbed onto the pen stem. This trace of spiritual energy was integrated into the talisman seal through the pen tip.

The talisman seal emits a faint spiritual energy, which is almost pitifully rare. This tactile aura seems inconspicuous, but it has great use. The divine thunder talisman drawn by Zhang Daoquan does not have the power to summon divine thunder, but it can also ward off evil spirits and suppress the house, and the wearer does not dare to get close to the body.

Zhang Daoran's heart moved slightly, and his attention fell on Zhang Daoquan. He felt a little disappointed, and there was no fluctuation of spiritual energy on Zhang Daoquan's body. The surrounding spiritual energy entered Zhang Daoquan's body. Zhang Daoquan's body seemed to be non-existent, passing through Zhang Daoquan's body without leaving a trace.

"This wolf hair pen can be regarded as a magic weapon..."

The ability of the Wolf Brush to have such magical power is directly related to the runes on the Wolf Brush to absorb spiritual energy and integrate runes, so that the runes can have the unpredictable power of ghosts and gods. Unfortunately, Zhang Daoquan has no cultivation level and is just an ordinary person. The Divine Thunder Talisman is an authentic Divine Thunder Talisman. He cannot integrate more spiritual energy and cannot exert greater power.

"Having magic weapons will save a lot of effort. I should make such magic weapons even if I go back to the mountain..."

Some of the magic weapons left by the ancestor of the Shenxiao Sect have been smoothed out, so Zhang Daoran can still see that this is a simple spirit gathering array. Zhang Daoran has a lot of experience with the spirit gathering array. He carved a complete spirit gathering array on his pen. He can draw a talisman with great power without the ability of the talisman drawer.

"Real person..."

Zhang Daoquan put down the wolf's pen and picked up the divine thunder talisman with both hands: "Please correct the real person."

The talisman is completed, and it looks very ordinary, but there is a faint righteousness contained in it. Zhang Daoquan can feel this, but he is not proud. Instead, a hint of gloom appeared in his eyes: "The ancestor of the Shenxiao Sect once used this wolf brush to draw a talisman that could summon divine thunder. The old Taoist is ashamed of the ancestor..."

"It's not your fault. It's the first time I have seen the talisman. The ancestor of the Shenxiao Sect is indeed a master of Taoism." The talismans drawn by Zhang Daoquan were well-organized and had no mistakes, but they lacked the most important element of the talisman - spiritual energy. The ancestor of the Shenxiao Sect made magic weapons and drew magic talismans to summon divine thunder, but there was no certain realm that they could not do it. It was just that the talisman inheritance was passed down by word of mouth, but now the inheritance was cut off.

"The real person wants to paint talismans in old Taoism, probably not to exorcise evil spirits. The old Taoist guessed that the real person should achieve something in the talismans." The gloom in Zhang Daoquan's eyes dissipated, with a hint of hope.

"This is the first time I have seen the divine thunder talisman..." Zhang Daoran said the truth. Zhang Daoran understood the talisman, and the divine thunder talisman was clear at a glance. The "Huangting Jing" inherited a variety of talismans, mostly talismans in formations. However, the insights and understanding of the talismans inherited from the "Huangting Jing" make Zhang Daoran's realm in the talismans difficult for ordinary people to reach.

Picking up the ordinary brush on the table, Zhang Daoran dipped it in cinnabar: "I am willing to give it a try."

As the pen tip fell, a trace of spiritual energy flowed out from Zhang Daoran's body, and it merged into the talisman along the pen tip. If it was not that the realm had reached a certain level, it was difficult to see the key. Zhang Daorun, the master and apprentice, concentrated on watching Zhang Daoran draw the divine thunder talisman on the yellow surface paper, frowned.

The divine thunder talisman drawn by Zhang Daoran is nothing special, and is very different from the divine thunder talisman in Zhang Daoran's full painting.

Putting down the brush, Zhang Daoran picked up the divine thunder talisman and walked out of the room: "Get a peach wood sword..."

Yiming took off a peach wood sword from the wall of the room and handed it to Zhang Daoran.

Zhang Daoquan and others stared at Zhang Daoran's every move, and they were a little expectant and nervous: "Can a real person summon a divine thunder?"

The summoning of divine thunder is recorded in the Taoist scriptures, and they have never seen it in reality. Zhang Daoran is a capable person, and they all know it. But they still can't believe that Zhang Daoran can summon divine thunder.

Zhang Daoquan and others were thinking in their hearts, and Zhang Daoran didn't know what he was thinking, and his mood was inexplicably shaken. Zhang Daoran held a sword in his right hand, pierced the divine thunder talisman, raised it into the air, and shook it slightly. Suddenly, the divine thunder talisman spontaneously ignited without fire, and a bright light rushed straight into the sky.

"Crack...click..."
Chapter completed!