Chapter 1247: The trump card of the Tatian School, Tatian Temple

"boom!"
Everyone didn't know what kind of horrible scene the world fell.
However, at this moment, everyone is truly aware of what is meant by the overturning of heaven and earth!
this moment.
Within a thousand miles of Tatiancheng, it has completely turned into a world of spiritual energy storms.
The void completely collapsed and turned into a terrifying chaotic turbulence. Only the vast ocean of spiritual energy raged on the sky!
Any warrior under the power of the saint, let alone standing in it, just rubbing the side, will be crushed into powder!
Even the sacred formations portrayed on the city of Tatian collapsed in a burst of crackling noises.
All the saints of the Heavenly Stepping Sect were even more affected by the force of the counter-shock, and were unconscious on the spot.
"Don't be rampant!"
The sage of Tatian's eyes sank, and he burst into words.
He held a white brush in his hand, like a flawless white jade, containing infinite aura.
A scholar of Confucian scholars with a high crown, reading poetry and books, full of talent!
Confucianist pen, a sacred tool held by the sage of Tatian.
As soon as this Confucianist pen appeared, the entire Tatiancheng city seemed to be shrouded in literary spirit, and countless Confucian scholars recited loudly, and finally turned into thunder, shaking the void.
There are also sapphire-like writings, emerging from the literary spirit, the pen is drawn with dragons and snakes, and it blooms with endless fluorescent light, like a small world!
"town!"
Holding a Confucian scholar's pen, the sage Tatian wrote a ‘town’ in the empty painting.
As soon as the word "Zhen" came out, the void sank, as if it contained infinite suppressive power, which slowed down the speed of the spiritual flow, and even solidified!
However, just relying on a word of town, can not withstand the aura storm.
The face of the saint Tatian did not change, his pen was like a silver hook, and he wrote the words of the town one after another.
After writing eighteen characters for the town in a row, and with the support of Saint Leng Yue, only then could he barely block the storm of spiritual energy from the sky.
"call!"
Seeing this scene, Tatian Saint was relieved.
However, his heart was extremely heavy, and Datongmu Yuyi was much stronger than he thought!
Just to resist the opponent's stepping force, he and Saint Leng Yue were tired of coping, and the opponent's cultivation base far surpassed them.
"Damn, the Taibai Sword Master of Yijian Palace doesn't necessarily have such a cultivation base!
Where did the Buluo Dynasty find the powerhouse? "
A cloud of gloom flashed in the eyes of the saint, and his heart was secretly horrified.
He originally thought that Datongmu Yuyi would be comparable to the cultivation base of the saint's triple level. At most, the saint's triple peak could easily kill the Lieyang Saint.
However, he is not afraid, considering that he is also a sage's triple cultivation base, plus the Confucianist pen and Lengyue sage, he may not be weaker than the opponent.
It shouldn't be a problem to defeat or repel the opponent.
However, reality undoubtedly gave him a big slap!
Even if the opponent strikes at random, they need all their means to resist it.
This level of cultivation is at least four times above the Saint Realm!
"Hmph, even if you have the Saint Realm four-tier cultivation base, this is the Heavenly Stepping Sect, but it's not a place where anyone can go wild!"
The sage of Treading Sky was cold, and there was no fear.
"Take Heaven Hall!"
Sage Tatian gave a soft drink.
"boom!"
Everyone saw a narrow crack suddenly opened in the sky.
In the cracks, the dazzling thunder gathered one after another, tumbling and jumping.
And in the boundless thunder, an ancient palace slowly floated out of it!