The eerie and sharp sound was like the friction between metals, which was horrifying.
Even the experienced Tribulation Immortals in the arena felt a sense of fear, and only the cold air rose from their backs.
"Who is it? Stop being sneaky and come out!"
Danqiuzi's voice was full of energy and every word was sonorous.
"Whoosh!"
The next moment, a black shadow shot out from the distance and landed in the Dragon Burial Valley.
"Huh? Demon Wolf King, you... aren't you dead?"
Danqiuzi's pupils shrank sharply, with an expression of disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.
These powerful people present had already inquired about Ye Fan's details.
At the demon wolf king's thousandth birthday party, Ye Fan went on a killing spree and beheaded the demon king.
Now, how could the Demon Wolf King appear alive?
Suddenly, Dan Qiuzi seemed to have thought of something, his body shook violently, and he exclaimed: "No! This is not the Demon Wolf King, but the ancestor of the Hogman, one of the Eight Ultimates. Move away quickly, don't be caught by him."
near!"
Danqiuzi's reaction was already very fast, but in the end it was still a step too late.
In an instant, the ancestor of the Tao people showed a ferocious smile and held out a large black banner with a huge skull painted in the center, which was lifelike and vivid. It flew directly out of the banner, like a Shura ghost descending into the world.
Bone Shura Banner!
This is a magic weapon that he spent countless efforts to refine. Although it is not as good as those ancient treasures, it is the result of hundreds of years of hard work. He collected the corpses of strong men from various ancient battlefields in the ruins and refined it with his own hands.
The mind is connected and the power is extremely powerful.
When the skull appears, it's like a demon that has been imprisoned for thousands of years has reappeared. It contains the ultimate power and is rampaging 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, and their bodies suddenly turned into a pool of blood. All the essence in their bodies was absorbed by the skulls, and their bodies and spirits disappeared.
When facing the physically powerful Demon King, the Ancestor of the Bodhisattva couldn't play much of a role. That was because of his attribute restraint.
Now facing the human monks, his vicious and sinister skills can exert their greatest effect.
If there were no powerful men at the level of Dan Qiuzi, the abbot of Prajna Temple, and the head of Da Luo Sect, the ancestor of Tuo Ren could scare away those dozens of true immortals with his own strength.
"No! Everyone, get together quickly!" Dan Qiuzi shouted loudly.
All the remaining true immortals no longer dared to slack off, and they all gathered together as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
…
At this time, the ancestor of the pig man withdrew the white bone Shura flag and flew to Ye Fan's side, with the same respectful look on his face: "Master, my servant is late, please atone for your sins!"
Although he escaped the disaster of life and death, Ye Fan was still dying and could not even speak. He nodded as a greeting.
The next moment, the ancestor of the pig people turned around and looked at Dan Qiuzi, and said loudly: "Old Master Niubi, just now you said that King Qingjiao is not qualified, then if you add me, will it be enough?"
Faced with this question, Dan Qiuzi's face suddenly became extremely ugly.
Just now, the Green Dragon King appeared out of nowhere and seriously injured the abbot of Prajna Temple with one blow, making him unable to move for an hour.
And now, the Patriarch of the Tu people, one of the Eight Ultimate Masters, has also arrived.
The leader of the Daluo Sect is good at controlling beasts, but even if all her ferocious beasts are released, they probably won't be able to hurt the opponent.
The only sect leader-level expert left in the field was Dan Qiuzi.
For a time, all the pressure was on Dan Qiuzi.
If he loses, the Nine Ancient Sects may face annihilation.
"Fight!"
Danqiuzi shouted loudly, with a look of determination in his eyes, as if he had made some important decision.
"Pfft!"
He spit out a mouthful of blood and spit it on the stylus in his hand.
"Whoosh!"
In an instant, the stylus pen glowed brightly, emitting a very thick turbid yellow gas, thicker than the mountains, and it was about to crush the sky.
Seeing the turbid yellow air, even the ancestor of the Tu people changed his expression and exclaimed: "With the black and yellow air, this pen is comparable to the legendary Shengyuan pen!"
Among the countless ancient treasures in the ruins, Xuanhuang Qi is enough to rank in the top five.
A trace of heavenly mystery can break the sky!
A wisp of rehmannia can fill up mountains and seas!
The black and yellow qi can shatter the void!
The energy of Tianxuan is unattainable and traceless.
Although there are traces of Xuanhuang Qi hidden in the mountains and the earth, it is extremely difficult to obtain.
And the treasure mixed with black and yellow energy is incredibly powerful.
The Holy Yuan Pen of Langya Academy is also the most prestigious treasure in the ruins. It is more powerful than the Vajra of Prajna Temple, the Immortal-Slaying Ax of Tiance Mansion, and the Zhenwu Sword of Zhenwu Dao Sect.
It is said that this Shengyuan pen belongs to a certain great Confucian in ancient times. He pointed out the country, criticized Fang Qiu, his pen and ink shocked the wind and rain, his poems wept ghosts and gods, and he became a saint through Confucianism and Taoism.
When he became a saint, he mixed a ray of black and yellow energy into the brush he usually used, and with just a stroke of ink, it was enough to determine the universe and calm the sea!
Later, after several twists and turns, the Shengyuan pen fell into the hands of Langya Academy and became the treasure of the academy.
At this moment, the Taoist robe on Dan Qiuzi's body moved without any wind. He stretched out his right hand and tightly grasped the Holy Yuan pen in front of him. His appearance was otherworldly and independent in troubled times.
A strong literati aura came to my face, as if the great scholar from that time was possessed.
"boom……"
At this moment, a vast burst of purple air suddenly floated from the eastern sky. It was like a giant dragon winding thousands of miles, heading in the direction of Danqiuzi with an unstoppable momentum.
Come.
For a time, the entire sky was rendered a mysterious purple color by the purple gas.
Purple air is coming from the east!
Seeing this scene, exclamations of exclamation arose one after another in the venue. Dan Qiuzi had not even started writing yet, but he had caused such a majestic vision of heaven and earth.
So if he uses all his strength later, what kind of magnificent scene will it be?
The endless purple energy rolled like a rising tide, endlessly, and penetrated into the Holy Yuan Brush.
Because of the injection of these purple qi, the Shengyuan pen is also glowing with gleaming purple light, echoing the black and yellow qi, making it look particularly luxurious.
Purple is the color of an emperor, who rules the world, no one dares to disobey!
Under the background of this purple energy, Dan Qiuzi also became otherworldly, as if he were a supreme king who could end the world with just a pen!
When the purple energy accumulated to a certain level, the aura on Dan Qiuzi's body suddenly increased, and a burst of loud shouts suddenly broke out, roaring the whole world——
"The pictures transform the mountains and rivers, and the pen touches the sun and the moon!"
The next moment, Dan Qiuzi held the Shengyuan pen, using purple air as ink, heaven and earth as paper, the pen moved like a dragon and a snake, and began to dance.
Open and close, silver hook and iron painting!
At this moment, Dan Qiuzi looked down upon the world, arrogant among the heroes, commanded the mountains and rivers, and divided Yin and Yang.
The domineering aura in his body caused a strong impact on the hearts of everyone in the audience, as if the whole world was surrendered to him.
Even the other six monarch-level experts in the field subconsciously activated their skills and stayed away from Dan Qiuzi.
Dan Qiuzi's writing speed was not very fast, as if the Shengyuan pen in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pieces, and each stroke seemed to consume his endless inner energy.
The first character Dan Qiuzi wrote was not complicated, just three simple strokes horizontally and vertically——
"Mountain!"
When the word "mountain" was completed, there was a sudden shock between heaven and earth.
Suddenly, the situation changes and the mountains and rivers move!
Not only in the Dragon Burial Valley, but also in the nearby mountains that stretch for tens of thousands of miles, powerful and thick dragon vein energy gathered one after another, rushing towards Dan Qiuzi crazily.
The energy of the dragon's veins, which is condensed into substance, is so majestic that it can crush everything.
That kind of great power seems to have a hint of the primitive avenue. It really seems like a mountain range of thousands of miles, pressing down from the nine heavens!
Not to mention the ancestor of the pig people, even a real god would seem to be crushed to pieces, with no bones left!
"Silver snakes are dancing in the mountains, wax figures are riding in the mountains, and they want to compete with God!"
High in the sky, Danqiuzi, bathed in purple air, looked up to the sky and roared.
At this time, the energy of the thousands of miles of dragon veins also condensed on the tip of his pen. Even from a long distance away, everyone in the venue could feel the violent energy continuously overflowing, giving people a feeling of the world falling apart.
If this blow explodes, billions of living beings will be destroyed.
"town!"
Danqiuzi shouted again, waving the Holy Yuan pen in his hand and pointing towards the ancestor of the pig people in front of him.
"Boom!"
The endless power of the dragon's veins seemed to be inspired by a mysterious force, speeding like lightning.
Facing such a terrifying power, the ancestor of the Tu people changed his face wildly. Although his White Bone Shura Banner was extraordinary, it was unable to withstand such an extremely powerful offensive.
…
"Ho ho ho!"
At this moment, the Green Dragon King let out an earth-shattering roar, revealing his true form as a hundred-foot-long dragon again, using his own body to withstand the blow.
"boom!"
The endless power of dragon veins smashed open the body of the Green Dragon King.
For a moment, flesh and blood flew everywhere, scales peeled off, and countless blood fell from the sky like raindrops, staining the earth red.
It raged for several minutes before the power of the dragon vein dissipated.
As for the Green Dragon King, it has also become riddled with holes and scars, and is no longer as powerful and domineering as before.
Fortunately, he has the body of a demon king. If the Ancestor had taken this blow forcefully, he would have been crushed into powder and his body and soul would have been destroyed.
Seeing that the attack failed, Dan Qiuzi was not depressed and continued to wave the Holy Yuan Pen, dancing wildly in the air.
His movements are smooth and flowing, in one go, one stroke after another, ups and downs, strong and powerful, and powerful.
Soon, the sharp aura on Dan Qiuzi's body became unstoppable. Rather than dancing with words and ink, it was better to say that he integrated his own will into the pen and swayed it out through the Shengyuan pen in his hand.
In a few breaths, Dan Qiuzi completed the second word——
"river!"
When the pen was written, a vision suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.
Within a radius of thousands of miles, all the rivers and lakes seemed to be inspired by a mysterious force in an instant. Countless water droplets suddenly flew up and turned into angry dragons, just like hundreds of rivers converging into the sea.
, winding towards the direction of Danqiuzi.
You can see——
The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return!
For a moment, everyone in the venue raised their heads and looked from a distance. Countless rivers and lakes were flying towards each other with overwhelming force. The scene was vast and terrifying.
At this moment, almost all the monks were shocked by the magical power displayed by Dan Qiuzi.
With the stroke of a pen, the mountains and rivers arise on their own!
Paintings transform mountains and rivers!
Such magical means are unheard of and unseen by even the great immortals who have transcended tribulations.
Even the abbot of Prajna Temple and the head of Daluo Sect showed a hint of shock.
Hundreds of rivers merge into the sea, and the river flows endlessly.
After a while, the entire rivers, rivers and lakes in the Buried Dragon Valley were gathered together just above Dan Qiuzi's head, with no end visible at a glance. The sky and the earth seemed to be surrounded by waves and tides all day long, and the air was filled with water vapor.
"Flying down three thousand feet, it seems that the Milky Way is falling from the sky!"
Suddenly, Dan Qiuzi shouted, his voice rising and falling like spring thunder, and then he waved his pen in the direction of Ye Fan and others.
At this moment, Dan Qiuzi seemed to be transformed into the God of Water Sound, capable of turning clouds and rain, making waves. With this movement of giving orders, the long river at the top of the sky launched an attack like Dan Qiuzi's warriors.
"Crashing... crashing..."
The sound of countless water flows sounded, as powerful as a rainbow.
Water is the softest thing in the world, but when gathered together, it can go anywhere without any disadvantage. It carries the force of a dive, enough to destroy everything.
"boom!"
The next moment, the long river falling from the nine heavens came towards Ye Fan and others from all directions.
If the previous stroke of "mountain" represents the vastness and weight, then the current stroke of "river" is a majestic long river, destructive and powerful, capable of breaking everything.
…
"not good!"
Seeing this scene of water flooding the three realms, the expressions of the ancestor of the Boren and the Green Dragon King changed wildly.
The Green Dragon King had been seriously injured and was obviously unable to withstand such great magical power.
As for the ancestor of the Tu people, he is not good at this kind of fighting, and his attributes are restrained, so those vicious and vicious magical powers cannot be used at all.
If they were allowed to be swept by this long river, they would probably be crushed to death by the impact in an instant.
At the critical moment!
Ye Fan, who was extremely weak, suddenly threw a bead from his pocket and flew high into the sky.
The bead was about the size of a fist, and its surface shone with gleaming brilliance. Even from a certain distance, one could feel the majestic breath of life contained in it.
In the eyes of other true immortals, Ye Fan's behavior was like a death struggle.
At this juncture, no matter what kind of magic weapon is sacrificed, even if it is a holy weapon, it cannot stop the bombardment of the long river.
But the next moment, an incredible scene appeared in everyone’s sight——
"Crash!"
The long river pouring down from the sky should have easily washed away the beads.
But in an instant, the bead burst out with unprecedented strong suction, like a whirlpool or a black hole, madly absorbing the sky.
In just a few breaths, the long river in the sky was completely absorbed, and not even a drop of water was left in the air.
For a moment, all the powerful true immortals from the nine ancient sects stared wide-eyed and couldn't close their mouths.
