Quan Chumeng felt that another kind of power that appeared in the space before was also related to the "talisman", so he also felt that this was a coincidence. He believed that if that power had nothing to do with the "talisman", these two forces would not have had such a big conflict.

After the explosion in that room, Quan Chumeng felt that the consequences of his sudden pushing back the force were not as serious as the worst consequences he thought. He was not secretly grateful, but very proud. He thought: Only the alchemist with an amazing level of my ability can make the consequences not make it worse.

Next, he continued to practice Nie's calligraphy, and after a while he began to recite the spell again, so that his previously tilted hands would no longer be tilted.

The white cloth umbrella also changed angles with his hands, and turned into the shape of the umbrella pole perpendicular to the ground.

The air that lingers around Nie Huihao's head changes color alternately and changes color after it turns black.

The powerful general of Quanchu put down his hands and closed them in front of his abdomen. At this time, the black air disappeared.

He placed his hands near his neck, and his palms were facing his neck. At this time, the "tales" stopped moving up and down.

The powerful general moved his hands upwards, and turned his palms to the white cloth umbrella above. At this time, the black "tales" moved upwards and returned to the white cloth umbrella.

He stretched his arms straight, turned his hands into palms facing up, and pulled them back at the same time.

The white cloth umbrella flew towards the black square cloth as if it had been led over. The bottom of the umbrella handle was facing the center of the black square cloth, and it stayed above the black square cloth.

The powerful general turned his hands into palms facing down, retracted his arms, and slowly moved his hands down.

The black "tales" on the white cloth umbrella fell on the black square cloth, turning into white, and then blended into one with the black square cloth.

The powerful general raised his hands to the same height as his neck to close, and then the open white cloth umbrella was also closed.

He pointed his right index finger at the white cloth umbrella that had been closed, and then pointed at the palm of his left hand, and the white cloth umbrella almost flew into his left hand.

He put the white cloth umbrella on the ground beside him, stood up, picked up the brown square cloth on the ground, and walked towards the seven candles.

Quan Chumeng held two adjacent corners on the brown square cloth with both hands, and touched the flame of the white candle he lit first with the lower end of the brown cloth.

The brown square cloth was still not lit, but some of the "tales" that appeared on it had disappeared, and the white candle had disappeared.

He walked towards the second candle he had lit before with the brown square cloth, and touched the flame of the second white candle with the lower end of the brown square cloth.

The brown square cloth was not lit, and some of the "tales" that appeared on it had disappeared, and the white candle was also extinguished.

Then, he walked towards several other candles in turn, and touched the flames of the candles with the lower end of the brown square cloth in his hand. Whenever he touched a candle with a brown square cloth, part of the "tale" on the brown square cloth would disappear, and then the candle would be extinguished.

When the lord suddenly touched the candle he lit with a brown square cloth, the last "tale" left on the brown square cloth also disappeared, and it completely changed back to the appearance of no "tale" appearing, and then the last candle was extinguished.
Chapter completed!