Chapter 2022: Holy yuan pen!

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The eerie and shrill sound, like friction between metals, was creepy.
Even the true immortals who have experienced many battles in the field felt a chill, and only air-conditioning rose behind them.
"Who is it? Don't be sneaky, come out!"
Danqiuzi's voice was full of anger and sonorous.
"Wow!"
The next moment, a black shadow shot from a distance and landed in the Dragon Burial Valley.
"Huh? Demon Wolf King, you... aren't you dead?"
Danqiuzi's pupils shrank fiercely, with an unbelievable expression, like a ghost.
These powerhouses present had already inquired about Ye Fan's details.
At the time of the Demon Wolf King’s thousand-year-old birthday banquet, Ye Fan slaughtered the demon king.
Now, how can the Demon Wolf King appear alive?
Suddenly, Danqiuzi seemed to have thought of something, and his body was shaken, and he exclaimed: "No! This is not the Demon Wolf King. It is one of the eight great ancestors of the hogman. Quickly disperse and don't let him Close!"
Danqiuzi's reaction was already very fast, but after all, it was still a step too late.
In an instant, the ancestor of the hogman showed a grimace, and sacrificed a black and faint big banner with a huge skull painted in the center, lifelike and vivid, and flew directly out of the big banner, just like an Asura ghost descending on the earth.
Bone Shura Banner!
This is the demon weapon that he spent countless efforts to sacrifice and refine. Although it is not comparable to those ancient treasures, it is his hundreds of years of hard work, collecting the corpses of strong men from the major ancient battlefields in the ruins, and personally refining them. Interlinked minds are extremely powerful.
As soon as the skull came out, it was like a demon who had been imprisoned for thousands of years reappearing in the sky, which contained the ultimate power, rushing on the battlefield.
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
The five or six true immortals nearby were unprepared and had no time to dodge and were hit by the skull.
Those true immortals didn't even have time to scream, their bodies suddenly turned into a pool of blood, and the essence of the whole body was absorbed by the skulls, the Tao disappeared, and the gods were destroyed.
The ancestors of the hogman couldn't play much role in the face of the powerful demon king because of attribute restraint.
Now facing the human monk, his vicious and sinister exercises can exert the greatest effect.
If there is no such powerful person as Danqiuzi, the abbot of Prajna Temple, and the head of the Daluo Sect, the ancestor of the hogman can scare away dozens of true immortals.
"No! Get together, everyone!" Danqiuzi shouted.
The remaining true immortals, never daring to slack anymore, hugged one after another, like a big enemy.
...
At this time, the ancestor of the hogman took back the bone-bone Shura banner and flew to Ye Fan's side, with a respectful expression on his face: "Master, the old servant is late, please atone for it!"
Although he had escaped the catastrophe of life and death, Ye Fan was still dying, unable to even speak, and nodded as a greeting.
In the next moment, the ancestor of the tiger turned around and looked at Danqiuzi, and said loudly: "Old Niubi, you said that the Qingjiao King is not qualified, then add me, is it enough?"
Facing this question, Danqiuzi's face suddenly became extremely ugly.
The Qingjiao King was born just now, and he severely injured the abbot of Prajna Temple with one blow, making him unable to do anything for an hour.
And now, the ancestor of the hogman, one of the eight must-dos, is also here.
The head of the Daluo faction is good at controlling beasts, but even if her fierce beasts are released, they probably won't be able to hurt the opponent.
Only Danqiuzi was the only master-level power left in the field.
For a time, all the pressure was on Danqiuzi's body.
If he loses, the Ancient Nine Sects may face the disaster of extinction.
"Fight!"
Danqiuzi yelled, his expression decisive, as if he had made some important decision.
"Puff!"
He spit out a mouthful of blood and spit it on the stylus in his hand.
"Huh!"
In an instant, the stylus gleamed and exuded a very thick turbid yellow gas, heavier than the mountains, trying to crush the blue sky.
Seeing that turbid yellow aura, even the ancestor's face changed, and he exclaimed: "Xuanhuang aura, this pen is compared to the legendary Shengyuan pen!"
Among the countless ancient treasures in the ruins, the aura of Xuanhuang is enough to rank in the top five.
A trace of the sky can break the sky!
A wisp of rehmannia can fill mountains and seas!
The two qi of Xuan and Huang can shatter the void!
The air of the Profound Sky is unattainable, without a trace.
Although there are traces of Xuanhuang Qi, hidden in the mountains and earth, it is extremely difficult to obtain.
And the baby with the air of Xuanhuang is incredibly powerful.
This holy yuan pen of Langya Academy is also the most prestigious treasure in the ruins, and it is stronger than the vajra pestle of the Prajna Temple, the immortal axe of the Tiance Mansion, and the true martial arts sword of the Zhenwu Taoist school.
It is said that this sacred pen is a great Confucian in the ancient times. He pointed the country, rebuked Fang Qiu, frightened the wind and rain with his pen and ink, and made his poems into ghosts and gods.
When he became a saint, he mixed a ray of black and yellow air into the brush he usually used, and the brush strokes were enough to set the world and the sea!
Later, after several rounds, this holy yuan pen fell into the hands of Langya Academy and became the treasure of the town.
At this moment, the robe on Danqiuzi's body was calm and automatic. He stretched out his right hand and held the holy yuan pen in front of him tightly. The appearance was extraordinary and independent.
A strong literary spirit rushed over, as if the great Confucian of the year had possessed his body.
"boom……"
At this moment, from the eastern sky, there was a sudden burst of purple gas, which was like a giant dragon winding thousands of miles, carrying an unstoppable force, and heading towards Danqiuzi. Come.
For a while, the entire sky was rendered into a mysterious purple by the purple air.
Purple Qi is coming!
Seeing this scene, there were exclamations in the hall, and Danqiuzi hadn't even started writing, but it had attracted such a mighty world vision.
So if he does his best later, what will be the magnificent scene?
The endless purple qi, tumbling like a rising tide, endlessly, penetrated into the holy yuan pen.
Because of the infusion of these purple qi, Sheng Yuan's brush also glowed with purple light, echoing the black and yellow qi, and it was extraordinarily luxurious.
Purple, is the color of the emperor, dominate the world, don't dare to refuse!
And Danqiuzi became otherworldly under the background of this purple aura, as if he was a supreme king, who could break the world with a pen!
When the purple qi accumulated to a certain level, Danqiuzi's aura suddenly rose, and suddenly there was a loud shout, roaring the whole world
"Danqing transforms mountains and rivers, write a pen to point the sun and the moon!"
The next moment, Danqiuzi held the Shengyuan pen, used purple air as ink and heaven and earth as paper, and started to dance with the pen and dragons and snakes.
Open and close, silver hook and iron painting!
At this moment, Danqiuzi is watching the world, disregarding the heroes, dominating the mountains and rivers, and splitting the Yin and Yang.
The domineering spirit in his body caused the hearts of everyone in the audience to be strongly impacted, as if the whole world was surrendered.
Even the other six monarch-level powerhouses in the field subconsciously used the exercises, and they were far away from Danqiuzi.
Danqiuzi's pen is not fast, as if the Shengyuan pen in his hand is as heavy as a mighty force, and each stroke seems to consume his endless energy.
And the first character written by Danqiuzi is not complicated, just simple horizontal and vertical, only three strokes
"mountain!"
When the word "mountain" was completed, there was a sudden tremor between heaven and earth.
For a time, the situation changed color and the mountains and rivers moved!
Not only the Dragon Burial Valley, but also in the nearby mountains that stretched for tens of thousands of miles, a strong and thick dragon vein gas gathered frantically toward Danqiuzi.
The essence of the dragon's veins is majestic and powerful enough to crush everything.
That kind of majestic power seems to have the breath of a primitive avenue, really like a mountain range of thousands of miles, straight down from the nine heavens!
Not to mention the ancestor of the hogman, even a true would seem to be crushed to pieces, and the bones would disappear!
"Mountain dance silver snake, original Chi wax figure, want to compare with Tiangong test!"
In the high altitude, Danqiuzi, bathed in purple air, raised his head and screamed.
At this time, the tens of thousands of miles of dragon veins were also condensed in the tip of his pen. Even though they were far away, everyone in the field could feel the violent energy constantly overflowing, giving people a feeling of falling apart.
If this blow is exploded, hundreds of millions of creatures will be destroyed by it.
"town!"
Danqiuzi shouted again, waved the holy yuan pen in his hand, and pointed towards the ancestor of the man in front of him.
"Boom!"
The endless power of the dragon veins seems to have been mysteriously induced, galloping like electricity.
In the face of such a terrifying power, the ancestor of the hogman's face changed wildly. Although his white bone Shura banner was extraordinary, he could not resist this kind of strong and strong offensive.
...
"Hohoho!"
At this moment, the Qing Jiao King let out an earth-shattering roar, once again revealing the true appearance of a flood dragon that was hundreds of meters long, using his own body to force the blow.
"boom!"
The endless power of the dragon veins was born on the body of the Qing Jiao King and smashed open.
For a time, flesh and blood flew across, scales continued to peel off, and countless blood rained down from the sky, staining the earth red.
After raging for several minutes, the power of the dragon veins dissipated.
As for the Qing Jiao King, he has also become riddled with wounds and scars, no longer his previous mighty domineering.
Fortunately, it was the body of his demon king. If the ancestor of the changeable man took the blow, he would probably be crushed into powder and the gods would be destroyed.
Seeing that the blow was unsuccessful, Danqiuzi was not depressed, and continued to wave the holy yuan pen and dance wildly in the air.
His movements are smooth and flowing, one stroke at a time, one stroke by one stroke, ups and downs, vigorous and vigorous, lashing at Fang Qiu.
Soon, the fierce aura on Danqiuzi's body was unstoppable. It was not so much about dancing and making ink, it was more about integrating one's own will into the pen, and swiping it out through the holy yuan pen in his hand.
After a few breaths, Danqiuzi completed the second word
"River!"
When the pen fell, the vision between heaven and earth suddenly came to life.
Within a radius of thousands of miles, all the rivers and lakes seem to have been inspired by a mysterious force in an instant, and countless drops of water suddenly floated up and turned into waves of angry dragons, like a sea of ​​rivers. , Meandering in the direction of Danqiuzi.
You can see--
The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea without returning!
For a moment, everyone in the field raised their heads and looked into the distance. Countless rivers and lakes flew over with the momentum of destruction. The scene was magnificent and terrifying.
At this moment, almost all the monks were shocked by the magical powers displayed by Danqiuzi.
Between writing and writing, the mountains and rivers live on their own!
Danqing transforms mountains and rivers!
Such supernatural powers, even the real immortals of the Great Crossing Tribulation, are unheard of.
Even the abbot of Prajna Temple and the head of the Daluo School showed a hint of shock.
Hundred rivers meet the sea, and the river flows endlessly.
After a while, the rivers, rivers and lakes in the Dragon Burial Valley were condensed just above Danqiuzi's head, with no end in sight. The whole world seemed to be surrounded by waves and tides, and the air was filled with water vapor.
"Fei Liu went down three thousand feet, suspected that the Milky Way fell for nine days!"
Suddenly, Danqiuzi shouted, his voice mellowed and faltered, and it was like a spring thunder, and then he waved a big pen in the direction of Ye Fan and others.
At this moment, Danqiuzi seemed to be transformed into a of water, enough to overturn the clouds and rain and stir up the wind and waves. With this action of giving orders, the long river on the top of the sky, like the soldiers under Danqiuzi, launched an attack.
"Wow...wow..."
The sound of countless currents sounded like a rainbow.
Water is the softest thing in the world, but if it gathers together, it will not be disadvantageous. With the force of diving, it is enough to crush everything.
"boom!"
In the next moment, the long river falling from above the nine heavens flooded Ye Fan and others from all directions.
If the previous
mountain
represents the vastness and weight, then this
river
now has a vast river, devastating and decayed, with great momentum and shattering everything.
...
"not good!"
Seeing this scene of the Three Realms flooded by water, the ancestors of the people and the Qingjiao King changed their faces wildly.
The Blue Water Dragon had already been seriously injured, and he was obviously unable to resist such great supernatural powers.
As for the ancestors of the hogman, he was not good at this kind of fighting method, his attributes were restrained, and those vicious and vicious magical powers did not work at all.
Let this long river sweep over, they might be crushed to death by the impact in an instant.
It's about to die!
Ye Fan, who was frail, suddenly threw a bead from his pocket and headed towards the sky.
The bead is about the size of a fist, and the surface is shining with shining brilliance, even if it is a certain distance away, you can feel the majestic breath of life in it.
In the eyes of other true immortals, Ye Fan's actions like this are just a dying struggle.
This knot of bones, no matter what magic weapon was sacrificed, even if it was a holy weapon, it couldn't stop the bombardment of the sky.
But the next moment, an unbelievable scene appeared in everyone's sights
"Wow!"
The sky was pouring down, and the beads should have been washed out easily.
But in an instant, the bead burst out with unprecedented strong suction, like a whirlpool, black hole, frantically absorbing the sky.
In just a few breaths, the sky was completely absorbed, and there was not even a drop of water left in the air.
For a moment, all the real celestial powerhouses of the Ancient Nine Sects, their eyes widened and their mouths closed.
Hell!