The vision of the Emperor's pen alarmed everyone in the Spiritxu Holy Land!

In the hall of the throne, people from all sides looked at each other in shock and suspicion, feeling the pressure of the emperor's pen, and their faces were shocked.

Is this an immortal weapon?

Sure enough, it was unfathomable. Just a little pressure made them feel like their bodies were about to crack.

If this is a power and a divine rule is used, wouldn’t everything be broken in an instant?

Some people who are despised on the strength of Lingxu Holy Land immediately calmed down. As expected, the lean camel is bigger than a horse. As long as this immortal weapon can be activated, no one can take the name of the holy land.

But Feng Luo, as the party involved, is already one and two big.

He inputted half of his true energy, and the Emperor's pen did not move at all. Just when he was desperate, the Emperor's pen started to move by itself.

Moreover, the Emperor's Pen is still sucking his true energy!

Even if his strength reaches the level of the general major sect leader of the "Da Li Earth", he cannot withstand the absorption of an immortal weapon.

In less than a moment, Feng Luo couldn't hold on and screamed, alarming everyone.

"Save me!"

Feng Luo's shout made everyone stunned.

Didn’t you start to use the Emperor’s pen?

You are also a victim, and you are absorbed by the Emperor's pen and are almost dying!

So who activated this Emperor's pen?

Everyone immediately looked at Luoshui who walked out of the hall.

The savior of the Lingxu Holy Land was when the traitor brought back the pen of the immortal weapon Emperor when he was rebelling, suppressing the rebels, purged the world, and regaining the reputation of the Lingxu Holy Land.

No one can match Luoshui's prestige in the Lingxu Holy Land.

Everyone thinks that the Emperor's Pen is from Luoshui. Now that Feng Luo has been absorbed by the Emperor's Pen, the Lord Luoshui must have a way!

But in fact, Luo Shui had no choice but to see this picture.

The Immortal Artifact Emperor Pen is not controlled by anyone. As early as ten thousand years ago, after he brought it back, he controlled it for fifty years. Once the fifty-year period passed, the Emperor Pen was not controlled by him and stayed quietly in the Spirit Void Holy Land.

Only the people from the Heavenly Money Bank can control the power of the Emperor's Pen, and Feng Luo just wants to sacrifice and refine it. Only when the sacrifice and refine it can he control it.

Could it be...

Luo Shui thought of something terrifying and his face turned pale. Is the thing he worried most about in his heart about to happen?

"Master, save me!" Feng Luo shouted, his handsome face was twisted at this moment, very miserable.

Seeing this, Luo Shui directly slapped it out with a palm. The rolling true energy turned into a dragon in the air, biting the Emperor's pen, forcing the Emperor's pen to break the Emperor's pen, and cutting off the behavior of continuing to absorb Feng Luo.

The Emperor's pen was in the air, and there was a slight shock.

boom!

The rolling flames and huge dragons that were shot out of Luoshui disappeared in an instant, turning into clouds and mists, scattering in the air, causing huge storms and sweeping all over the world.

Like a hurricane, it swept over a dozen mountains, countless trees were scraped up, and rocks collapsed.

This is just a slight blow from the immortal weapon.

Feng Luo was saved and said in amazement: "Master, what's going on? Isn't there no one to urge the Emperor's pen?"

Luo Shui's face was serious and said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid the person who can activate the Emperor's pen is here!"

"What?" Feng Luo looked at Luo Shui in confusion, his forehead was confused.

The other elders of the Lingxu Holy Land were confused and didn't understand what Luo Shui meant?

Those from all walks of life who came to visit the ceremony of the throne asked curiously.

"Master Luoshui, what's going on?"

"President Luoshui, isn't the Emperor's Pen urging you from the Spiritxu Holy Land?"

"President Luoshui, you are an old senior. Can you tell me what happened?"

Various problems suddenly became aroused, and everyone wanted to know how a good ceremony of passing the throne became like this?

The Emperor's pen riots uncontrollably. What does the words of the leader Luoshui mean?

Could it be... the Emperor's Pen is not from the Spiritual Void Holy Land?

Luo Shui didn't answer any of everyone's questions, and he had no time to take care of other things.

The head of Luoshui stared at the stairs to the sky in front of the main hall square, which had nine hundred and ninety-nine floors, winding upwards.

At this moment, footsteps came from the stone steps!

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

The footsteps were very slight, at least in the ears of others, and were made by a person with no cultivation.

But in the ears of the head of Luoshui, it was like a thunder blew up.

His face was twitching, and his bad premonition became stronger and stronger.

In his heart, a voice told him that what should come will come after all.

But the head of Luoshui was unwilling to admit it or believe it.

He stared at the stone steps without blinking, his fists clenched, and his whole body was very nervous.

Master Luo Shui, who was a peerless master ten thousand years ago, was so nervous at this moment that everyone couldn't help but follow him.

The stone steps are still the same stone steps.

The only difference is that the footsteps are getting closer and closer.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

The footsteps fell on the ground, and everyone could hear them clearly.

Everyone had a different expression on their faces. Seeing that Master Luo Shui was so serious, nervous, and even scared, no one spoke.

The Emperor's pen was suspended in the air, absorbing most of Feng Luo's energy, and could barely drive and restore his spiritual intelligence. It was waiting for its new master to arrive.

Feng Luo sat weakly on the ground, gasping for breath, regaining his lost power, and frowned.

He wanted to see who was messing with his most important thing.

Tens of thousands of inner disciples, hundreds of elders, and deacons in Lingxu Holy Land all frowned and looked at them, all of whom were angry.

It's so unreasonable that a good spiritual magic meeting was destroyed like this.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

But the owner of the footsteps didn't care about these things at all, and kept the same speed. Finally, as everyone expected, he came to the main hall square.

When Li Xiandao stepped onto the square, countless gazes fell on him.

indifferent!

Suspect!

Surprised!

Various emotions made Li Xiandao feel clearly.

Among these people, Luo Shui was standing in front of Li Xiandao.

A middle-aged and elderly man with gray hair looks handsome, thin, but extraordinary demeanor.

After falling into the water, I felt relieved after seeing Li Xiandao, especially when I saw that Li Xiandao had no cultivation, I even removed my worries.

"Who are you?" Luo Shui asked in a deep voice, his eyes returning to coldness, and he did not take Li Xiandao seriously.

If a mortal has no cultivation, why fear it?

Li Xiandao looked at Luo Shui calmly, and Xiao Qi's voice sounded in his mind.

"Master, it's him. Ten thousand years ago, he borrowed the Emperor's pen from me!"

Li Xiandao smiled, looked at Luo Shui, and said, "I am your old friend ten thousand years ago!"

Luo Shui sneered: "Nonsense, you are a mortal, but you only have a hundred years of life. How dare you say ten thousand years ago?"

Everyone around also looked at Li Xiandao mockingly.

Li Xiandao ignored these things, spread his hands and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't know me, do you know this thing?"

Buzz!

The blood-red pocket watch appeared in Li Xiandao's palm, flashing with a strange light, attracting countless gazes.

Among them, Luoshui performed the worst.

After seeing Li Xiandao's pocket watch, his body softened and his thoughts exploded in an instant. All the scenes ten thousand years ago emerged like flowing water, and almost fell to the ground.

"Impossible, this has disappeared long ago, how could you have it?" Luo Shui said desperately. He knew that he was finished.

The punishment that has been late for ten thousand years has arrived today.
Chapter completed!