The Yang Yan was released and then closed, and the arrogant and violent atmosphere in the world suddenly disappeared without a trace!

Yang Nan's body glowed brightly for just a moment, but nearly half of the divine texts in the world were missing!

The text that was originally filled with words in the sky revealed a large gap, and the edge of the splendid inkstone appeared in front of Yang Nan!

"If you don't leave yet, when will you wait?" The maniac in the spiritual orifice yelled with anger and anger!

Yang Nan woke up from the state of freedom that burned everything. He saw that half of the densely packed sacred texts around him were missing. He felt a sense of joy in his heart. He held his palms together, and the black and white immortal Yin Yang Sword instantly appeared in his hands.

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The Immortal Yin Yang Sword is as sharp as any in the world. Yang Nan borrowed the aftermath of Yang Huang's style and slashed towards the sky with one sword.

The two qi of black and white intersect like rainbows across the sky!

With a click, the heavily damaged Jinxiu Inkstone lost half of its divine inscriptions and could no longer trap Yang Nan. The sky split in half, revealing the Zhengqi Hall outside the inkstone.

Yang Nan jumped out of the terrifying splendid world and returned to the human world!

This narrow escape from death made Yang Nan realize the true meaning of the original ‘death intention’ in the power of heaven and earth!

The lightning destroys the world, and all things are annihilated. Only the two minds of life and death dominate the world. Life can give birth to all things, and death can destroy all things. The way of life and death is also the eternal way. Yang Nan realized a trace of the original death intention of heaven and earth during the disaster.

, not only takes the Immortal Yin Yang Sword to a higher level, but also completely masters the essence of Yang Huang Style!

It is just a trace of death that annihilates all things, which is no longer comparable to the magical powers of monks in the world!

This kind of harvest is far from being a magical weapon, and it can be compared with a spiritual treasure...

Therefore, when he was happy in his heart, he felt that it couldn't be better...

Some people achieve enlightenment in their lifetime, but never achieve it. Some people achieve enlightenment in one day, but it is better than others in their lifetime. Yang Nan's glimpse of the death intention, one of the ultimate sources of heaven and earth, is better than any master in the world who has practiced hard for hundreds of years!

Yang Nan turned around and looked at Ji Cheng. There was a chilling light in his eyes. The immortal Yin Yang sword condensed with spiritual light in his palm was so powerful that he said, "Ji Cheng, your beautiful inkstone has been broken."

, I will kill you like stepping on an ant! Give up your pen and admit defeat, I will spare your life!"

Yang Nan entered the splendid inkstone and almost died. When he saw Ji Cheng again, the murderous intention could no longer be concealed!

With the power of the Immortal Yin-Yang Sword and the power to destroy all things, who dares to stroke Yang Nan's tiger beard?

Ji Cheng felt a chill in his heart. Yang Nan entered the Jinxiu Inkstone. Not only did he not die, but he seemed to have greatly improved his cultivation. The situation looked extremely strange. He wanted to stop fighting, but how could he endure the Jinxiu Inkstone being severely damaged?

pain?

Confucian sacred artifacts have always required countless Confucian disciples to support and refine them with their literary spirit. Ji Cheng spent his whole life studying the splendid inkstone, and by chance, he unlocked three of the twelve divine inscriptions. Now they were destroyed by Yang Nanyi, and the three divine inscriptions

It has been transformed into mysterious and obscure ancient characters, and it would take another thirty years for Ji Cheng to re-explain it!

How can I beg for mercy in this situation?

How can we let go of this hatred?

Ji Cheng's fists clattered, and he yelled with an angry look: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. It's just death. Yang Nan, you ruined my life's hard work. This hatred is irreconcilable. Take your life!"

He drank wildly, as if he was drunk, his body swayed and turned upside down, his steps were arrogant and messy, and his expression was free and easy. He was full of heroic spirit in his physical skills all the way, opening and closing, and imaginary handwriting came towards Yang Nan!

This is the most mysterious and wonderful drunken calligraphy in the realm of calligraphy!

If it is intentional or unintentional, the way of change in heaven and earth will be revealed intentionally or unintentionally!

"Hmph! With a small magical power, you can destroy it with the back of your hand!" Yang Nan's eyebrows turned cold, and the immortal Yin Yang Sword's two energies circulated, releasing a terrifying aura. He slashed with one sword, impartially, and struck just before Ji Cheng stepped out.

That step before!

A terrible breath of death passed by him, and Ji Cheng's soul froze. The artistic conception of the drunken book was shattered, and he could no longer write. He made a mistake with his fists, and replaced the stone inscription. The stone inscription was straight and straight,

Be upright and upright, aiming to overcome evil with good and overcome the odds!

Yang Nan smiled coldly, and still slashed down with his sword. He got a hint of annihilation. No matter what the calligraphy is, I slashed away with one sword. The power of annihilation in this sword's intention is infinite, and all kinds of magic are just illusions!

When the sharp and irresistible Immortal Yin Yang Sword slashed down, Ji Cheng's condensed artistic conception was cut through again.

Ji Cheng was furious. In the realm of calligraphy, the most important thing is the artistic conception, and the second is the method. Zhenzong Taishu, which puts the intention first, has been destroyed by Yang Nan. How can he not be so angry that he becomes crazy?

Ji Cheng changed eighteen different kinds of calligraphy in a row, but Yang Nan just sneered again and again. Every time the sword fell, whether it was graceful and beautiful or powerful and majestic, it was all destroyed by the sword.

Ji Cheng had never encountered such a terrifying opponent in his life. Zhenzong's physical skills could no longer continue. He could only stand on the spot and pant slightly. Yang Nan stopped his sword movement, looked sideways and sneered: "You're done attacking, right? Now it's time to change."

Me!"

As soon as Yang Nan released his palm, the Immortal Yin and Yang Sword still transformed into two black and white children and returned to his body. His eyes darkened, and layers of dark clouds surrounded him. The dark clouds came down, and the Zhengqi Palace seemed to turn into a netherworld in an instant.

, a strong death energy emanated from Yang Nan!

Everyone in the hall saw that Yang Nan's aura suddenly changed, as if he had transformed into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​bones, a pool of blood and hell. A dark, cold, and desperate aura enveloped the entire hall from him!

Ming Kong One Style!

After understanding a hint of the secrets of heaven and earth, Yang Nan practiced the dark and desperate Mingkong Style. The Mingkong Style is not a thing of the human world. Once this skill is used, the enemy will see what they see, what they hear in their ears, and what they smell in their noses.

, all are ghosts and bones, ghosts are screaming and gods are crying, and the endless bloody death breath is coming towards the face, making people feel desperate!

Bones are like mountains, and pools of blood are like seas! Ji Cheng felt his eyes changed, and he was already in the Shura Hell. All kinds of horrible and horrifying scenes rushed towards him. When this ghastly and terrifying death energy rolled over him, Ji Cheng

From head to toe, it turned gray inch by inch, and even the hair between the fingers looked like a dead person!

Life is cut off, death has come...!

Yang Nan withdrew the Mingkong move, and everyone watching the battle felt their eyes light up, and they returned to the bright righteousness hall. Ji Cheng, who turned gray and white, froze in place. Yang Nan reached out with his palm and strangled his neck. Ji Liang

He was so shocked that he shouted: "Master Yang, please be merciful. We will surrender as soon as possible, otherwise we will not accidentally hurt my third brother's life!"

Yang Nan raised his eyes, a sense of death suddenly rose in his eyes, and responded calmly: "I am in the Jinxiu Inkstone, has Ji Cheng promised to let me out?"

Ji Liang saw the terrifying look in Yang Nan's eyes that seemed to kill everything, and felt a chill in his heart. He could no longer utter any words of pleading. Yang Nan smiled indifferently and held his hands. Ji Cheng's throat bones instantly shattered, and his gray body became soft.

With a slight shake, a big head fell into Yang Nan's palm!

Yang Nan held Ji Cheng's head in his left hand, and grabbed the dark and beautiful inkstone in his right hand. He looked at the Zhenzong people and sneered: "Yang Nan has accepted the human head inkstone. If you are not convinced, you can fight with me again."

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The monks were fighting a duel, regardless of life or death. Yang Nan was in the middle of a duel to kill Ji Cheng. Even though everyone in Zhenzong was extremely sad, they couldn't say a single typo!

At this moment, Yang Nan transformed into the Lord of Death, with a terrifying murderous look that made him tremble with fear. Even Ji Chengdu, who was about to advance to the realm of sages, died under his hands. Which of the three thousand Zhenzong disciples would dare to die?

When Ji Liang saw the tragic death of his brother, he was furious and shouted: "Yang Nan! You killed my brother. This is an irreconcilable hatred. The Zhen Sect will never forget it!"

Yang Nan smiled faintly and said: "So what if you don't forget? What if you forget? If Zhenzong has the ability, Yang Nan will accept all the means!"

Although Ji Liang shouted, he did not dare to challenge Yang Nan again. In fact, he was not the strongest among the three heroes of the Ji family, but the weakest one!

Yang Nan has the ability to kill Ji Cheng, and Ji Liang is no match for him. If you don't overestimate your own capabilities, you will only die faster!

Seeing Yang Nan's victory, Xiao Ru walked forward calmly and said with a warm smile: "Grandmaster Ji, one win and one loss, it's a tie. I wonder if Grandmaster Ji still wants to challenge?"

Fang Xuan and Yang Nan, one win and one loss, this Confucian dispute is just a draw at this time, Xiao Ru challenged, Ji Liang, Ji Chang looked at each other, Ji Chang sighed, his old face filled with emotion

With a look of determination, he said: "Headmaster Xiao is profound in Confucianism and Legalism. Ji often doesn't know his own abilities, but he still wants to give it a try!"

At this point, no one is willing to give up. Although Xiao Ru is strong, how can Ji Chang be ordinary?

Xiao Ru had a smile on his face, but a shiver in his heart. Ji Chang knew that he had the Holy King's ink pen in his hand, but still did not give up the challenge. Could it be that the most powerful figure among the three heroes of the Ji family is not Ji Cheng, but this elegant man with a long beard?

Ji Chang?

However, no matter how good Ji Chang was in cultivation, it was hard to give up the Confucian sect dispute at this moment. Since Zhenzong had lost Ji Cheng and came with a mission, he would never give up lightly. Xiao Ru's eyes were solemn and he raised his head.

He raised his hand to Ji Chang and said, "Old Grandmaster, please come first!"

Ji Chang smiled indifferently, stretched out his fingers, and lightly touched the void. A series of spiritual lights flew out from his fingers, and a beautiful flower gradually appeared in the void. This flower was gorgeous, delicate and charming.

There are still a few drops of morning dew on the petals, trembling slightly in the air.

"Wonderful writings of spiritual flowers, literary stars gathered together, all the emptiness in the world has disappeared, only this true thing remains!" Ji Chang held up this formed spiritual flower and smiled, as if everything in the world had disappeared, and there was only one spiritual flower.

Stretch your delicate body and bloom!

A flower contains the truth of the world. All things perish, no matter how wind, snow, frost, lightning or landslides can destroy it!

"Master Xiao, if you have the means to destroy this flower of truth like me, Ji Chang will be willing to defeat you!"

A small flower contains Ji Chang’s lifelong understanding of the true meaning of Confucianism!

If this flower is formed, it cannot be destroyed by any magic or spiritual flower!

"The true meaning of Confucianism?" Xiao Ru's face condensed, and he raised his palm gently. In his white and jade-like palm, he was holding a small and elegant jade pen. Although this jade pen was small in shape, it carried a powerful aura.
Chapter completed!