My magic stick is going to heaven!

Chapter 281

Wen Changlang disassembled the formation, and used a talisman pen stained with his own blood on the yellow talisman paper to reproduce the formation bit by bit.

After completing a small part, Wen Changlang injected a spiritual force into the formation diagram, and the talisman paper instantly emitted a dazzling golden light, which was obviously powerful.

Just one of the small formations has such power. If it is a complete spirit-locking formation, its power can be imagined.

After making up his mind, Wen Changlang stayed behind closed doors and concentrated on studying the formation.

Lian Yi also let him think about it, thinking that it is impossible to have the talent of the young master, and to be able to research the Suo Ling Formation.

Half a month later, Wen Changlang walked out of the balcony from the room with an unshaven beard, and the faint smile on the corner of his mouth almost blinded Lian Yi's eyes.

With a wave of his hand, a giant circle emitting a huge light appeared in the sky above Shenjing, covering the entire sky.

Under the urging of spiritual power, the countless small formations kept changing, merging and separating, with a majestic power that made countless supporters tremble, like a huge net that could not escape.

And this net, apart from what Lian Yi could see, was Wu Chu who was far away in the antique shop.

The spirit lock formation is done!

Lian Yi pursed her lips and smiled: "Okay, boy, I really underestimated you."

Wen Changlang sneered: "I, Mr. Wen, can't do anything that I want to do. How can a large spirit lock formation make it hard for me?"

"Don't be too happy too early, the formation is completed, but if there is not enough spiritual power injected to maintain the formation, it will be empty."

Wen Changlang is not worried about this: "Don't worry, I have a solution."

He has long discovered that as long as he has close contact with Shang Yanzhou, he can feel the aura of psychic eyes. The last time he lost his spiritual power during sleepwalking, it was after being intimately entangled with Shang Yanzhou that his spiritual power recovered. .

As long as he took the opportunity of being intimate with Shang Yanzhou to absorb the spiritual power of the psychic eye from Shang Yanzhou, then he would not be afraid of the exhaustion of his spiritual power.

It's just that I'm afraid I will have to work hard on my ass in the future, alas.

After the Spirit Locking Formation was completed, the day to go to Wushan was put on the agenda. Wu Chu still had some shadows about Shang Yanzhou's muzzle before, so every time he came to Wen Changlang, he took advantage of Shang Yanzhou's absence when.

On this day, after Shang Yanzhou left, Wu Chu skipped over the gate and came in over the wall with ease.

Standing on the balcony on the second floor, Wen Changlang leaned against the railing, watching his vigorous movements wryly:

"The lineage of the majestic Wizard Mountain, do all kinds of shitty things? Is it embarrassing or not?"

Wu Chu stood up on the top of the wall, with one hand on his hip confidently: "I said, let's not talk about each other as a family, okay?"

"Who is in your family? I am in the same family as our governor."

"Come on, don't show off your little affection, I'll just ask you a question, when can you leave?"

Wen Changlang raised his eyebrows, and said nonchalantly:

"Are you in a hurry to die? Are you ready for what I asked you to prepare?"

Wu Chu rolled his eyes at him, and then jumped off the wall quickly, with a direct momentum, jumped up to the second floor several times in a row, and landed firmly in front of Wen Long Corridor.

Patting the water drops on his body, Wu Chu said, "Don't worry, it's already prepared."

After a pause for a while, Wu Chu suddenly asked, "Brother, will your family follow?"

Wen Changlang nodded: "Of course! If you don't follow me, I will find someone to go with my spiritual power. Besides, my supervisor is not a soft persimmon. Are you afraid that you will be hindered?"

"No."

Wu Chu frowned, pinched his palms, and was a little worried:

"After all, he is an ordinary person. I'm afraid that he will distract you when he bumps into each other."

Wen Changlang patted him on the shoulder, and said seriously: "Don't worry, I can clearly weigh which is more important."