C117 (1/2)
”The drawing of the Spirit Pattern Technique actually requires so many precious materials! Where can I get it? ” Tang Lichuan was holding the silk that had the words ”Spirit Pattern Technique” written on it, his face was gloomy.
Although the effects of the Spirit Pattern Technique was tempting, it still required supplementary materials to cast it. Just the ”pigment” to describe the Spirit Pattern required a lot of the blood of the Demonic Beast.
Take the Spirit Gathering diagram for example, in order to achieve the effect of cultivating at ten times the speed, other than his own physique passing, he also needed ten different kinds of Demonic Beast blood to mix the pigment. Every time he added one more blood, the speed of cultivation would double!
The drawing of the Spirit Pattern was completed through numerous attempts by the Spirit Pattern s. Let alone replacing it with low grade materials, it couldn't even change the trajectory a little.
Tang Lichuan could only do it according to the requirements written on the silk, he did not have the ability to change the requirements of the Spirit Pattern Technique himself.
Ten different kinds of Demonic Beast blood that were the same as the Elemental Martial Stage and martial cultivator's were still the most basic requirements. The amount of paint needed to concoct was still far from enough, and there were even some precious spirit herbs to help with the concocting.
There were a lot of Martial Dao World and Spirit Grasses, and any Spirit Grass could be directly absorbed, but in a situation like mixing pigments and refining pill, most people would need to specify a particular Spirit Grass, which was very difficult to do.
They were surrounded by Ghost Clan on a huge island. The resources for cultivation were already limited, and whether or not the Spirit Grass recorded in the silk still existed in this world, Tang Lichuan was not sure, but without the materials, there was no use in obtaining the Spirit Pattern Technique!
But he couldn't enjoy sitting on a treasure mountain. How could he not be depressed?
As for drawing Spirit Pattern, he needed the focus of his perception to prevent the drawing from going wrong. This was not a problem for Tang Lichuan who possessed the mysterious water droplet.
The materials needed for the Spirit Gathering diagram were like this, the Spirit Pattern drawing the power of the Tiger Roar was still so complicated that it made Tang Lichuan want to vomit blood. In his current situation, he would not have the chance to draw these two Spirit Pattern.
”No matter what, let's put away the silk first. What if I have the chance to gather enough materials in the future?”
Tang Lichuan could only console himself, as for the spirit brush used to locate the Spirit Pattern, he did not have much requirements, but looking at the thickness of the lines, he knew that he should choose a slender tip.
While he was deep in thought, Tang Lichuan suddenly heard something. He kept the silk back into the Cosmic Bag and patted on the floor with one hand, and then leaped up with a spin.
”Whiz!” A black arrow broke through the window in the night and pierced through the wall opposite of Tang Lichuan. The arrow that was revealed to the wall was trembling non-stop, and at the end of the arrow was a small ball wrapped in special black paper.
”The smell of gunpowder?” Tang Lichuan's nose twitched and he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He turned around, slammed into the window and jumped down, his room exploding with a loud bang, the roof of the inn was immediately blown away, and the entire inn was instantly engulfed in a sea of fire!
The moment one of his feet touched the ground, without any time to catch his breath, three rays of cold light shot out from his left side!
”Thunderbolt Arrow, five fingers consecutively shot out!”
Tang Lichuan was blown away by the heat wave and rolled twice on the ground. He had no time to use his movement skills, he could only flip to the side based on his senses, and at the same time, five Thunderbolt Arrow s shot out.
Puff puff puff!
The Thunderbolt Arrow had struck three people and killed them on the spot, while Tang Lichuan's shoulder had also been slashed by a blade, causing blood to spray everywhere!
Before the first wave had even calmed down, another wave had occurred. Before Tang Lichuan could even stand firmly on his heels, the second wave of arrow rain suddenly shot towards him.