Seeing more than a dozen drops of Jiutian Xinghe water appear, Su Ping'an couldn't help but show a hint of joy on his face. Then without any hesitation, he opened his mouth and quickly swallowed all the Jiutian Xinghe water.
Rumble...
The water from the Jiutian Xinghe River was swallowed into the stomach, as if the thunder in the sky had been swallowed.
A violent energy immediately exploded in Su Ping'an's body, like a river bursting its banks and raging inside the body.
For a moment, Su Pingan felt like he was going to explode.
All the limbs, blood vessels and tendons in the body seemed to be bursting, and the pores on the surface of the body were bleeding out.
"ah……"
Su Pingan couldn't help but let out a heartbreaking scream.
At this time, Pei Ziyi rushed forward with red eyes and rushed towards Su Ping'an.
Su Pingan, who was in the process of transformation, was in so much pain that he lost his mind.
After he caught sight of Pei Ziyi from the corner of his eye, he slapped the latter out of instinct.
Ouch!
A dragon roar resounded throughout the world!
A bright yellow real dragon, dozens of times long, roared out immediately, bared its teeth and claws, and crashed into Pei Ziyi.
boom!
There was an explosion in the void, and Pei Ziyi was shaken and flew backwards, blood dripping from the air.
Su Ping'an's energy was still leaking out, and the surface of his body seemed to be tearing apart.
At this critical moment, the Shanhe pen next to him moved and suddenly came to Su Pingan's side. Wisps of pure and pure literary energy escaped from his body, wrapping Su Pingan and using the extra energy to escape.
All of them were pulled out of their bodies and sucked into the altar wall.
"call……"
Su Ping'an finally breathed a sigh of relief after feeling relieved.
The tear on the body surface has been quickly repaired by the vitality of Jiutian Galaxy Water, and the body surface is no longer bleeding.
Su Ping'an gradually regained consciousness and avoided disaster.
"This kid is so brainless. With his little cultivation, he swallowed so much water from the Nine Heavens Galaxy. Isn't that asking for death? Fortunately, it's okay now, otherwise this guy would be the first one to be choked to death by the water from the Nine Heavens Galaxy.
I have repaired my literature..."
In the void, Luo Lie breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Su was safe and sound.
The Confucian sage seems to have gotten used to it, and he is no longer surprised by Su Ping'an. Anyway, this kid himself is an evil being!
Others can't feel it, but the will of the Confucian sage can naturally easily detect the abnormalities in the Wenxin tree in Su Ping'an's body.
That's why he asked Su Ping'an to wash and engrave holy words on Shanhe Brush.
call……
Su Pingan, who was surviving the disaster, finally breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a little scared in his heart.
Just now, he really thought he was going to be strangled to death, but luckily Shanhe Bi made a move at the last moment.
Su Ping'an couldn't help but look back at Shanhe Brush beside him, then smiled and said: "Thank you very much for having you this time!"
Shanhe Biwash gently touched Su Ping'an as if he were a psychic, as if to remind him that it was time to get down to business. He had given everything he had and he couldn't default on the debt.
Su Pingan couldn't help but smile, "Don't worry, I'll engrave it for you right now!"
Su Ping'an grabbed the red sandalwood wolf-hair pen, then hesitated for a moment, and thought: "But what exactly should I engrave on the holy words? This holy words should be very important to the holy instrument, is it just the word 'Martial Arts' engraved on it?"
But isn’t this a bit too monotonous?!”
Thinking about it, Su Ping'an saw the Confucian saint and Luo Lie in the sky, and then he thought of Lord Wen and Yan Yan, which made his heart move. Then he condensed the aura of heaven, grabbed the pen and put it on the altar where the pen was washed.
Eight big characters were quickly written on the wall.
The great chivalrous person serves the country and the people!
Boom!
The moment Su Ping'an finished writing these eight characters, a blazing pillar of light immediately steamed up from the pen, soaring straight into the sky, illuminating the sky!
Heaven and earth roar!
The invisible laws of Tao Yun continued to stir and spread in the void, as if countless thunders were exploding, but there was no thunder light.
At that moment, even Feng Xiaomian and Confucian Sage who were fighting stopped in unison, and they all looked at this scene in surprise.
"Promote the sacred weapon!"
Feng Qingyin and other demon cultivators also widened their eyes.
The sky and the earth are vast, and a wisp of white light suddenly floats down from the void. White feathers fall in the light, which seems to symbolize holiness, purity, and morality of heaven and earth. Finally, they are all condensed on the altar of brush washing.
Whoosh!
The next moment, all the strange phenomena disappeared, and a surging power of the holy weapon escaped from the brush. The awe-inspiring literary energy swept through the eight wastelands and Liuhe, and instantly dispersed the evil spirit all over the sky.
Seeing this scene, Feng Xiaomian's heart tightened. She could still deal with a single Confucian sage, after all, the opponent was just a will, but if the Confucian sage added a sacred weapon, it would be difficult for her to deal with it.
This made Feng Xiaomian want to retreat, and she muttered in the air: "That's all, my aunt was just born today, so I won't argue with you anymore. But old man, you can wait for this account.
, One day, my aunt, I will kill your Daxuan Kingdom, take away your Sky-Measuring Pen, and destroy all your inheritance. This is the price you pay for suppressing me!"
After saying that, Feng Xiaomian turned around and left.
But the figure of the Confucian saint flashed and stopped in front of Feng Xiaomian again. He said with a smile on his face: "Since you have said that you will cause trouble for Daxuan Kingdom in the future, do you think I should still
Will I let you go?!"
"Smelly old man, don't go too far. Even if that broken jar becomes a sacred weapon, you are just a will after all, and you can exert almost 10% of the power of that broken jar. What's more, you fight with me.
After such a long time, there must not be much strength left, so if you want to stop me like this, it would be a fantasy!"
Feng Xiaomian said with a gloomy face.
The Confucian sage remained calm, "You are right, it is indeed impossible to suppress you with this, but...if I can borrow another heaven and earth rhyme, it won't be possible!"
"Um?!"
Feng Xiaomian was puzzled by this statement.
However, the Confucian sage didn't say much to her. He just shouted loudly and suddenly called: "I'll lend you the Taoist Rhythm of Heaven and Earth. Here comes the tree!"
As soon as he finished speaking, when everyone was confused, Su Ping'an immediately felt his body light up on the ground, and then he watched helplessly as his Wenxin tree actually flew out of the Wen Palace, and then broke away from him
His body flew straight towards the Confucian Sage.
"..."
Su Ping'an's eyes widened when he saw it.
My own Wenxin tree actually... flew away?!
What kind of operation is this?!
Su Ping'an's Literary Heart Tree came to the Confucian Sage in an instant.
Looking carefully, I saw that after a period of growth, the Aspergillus tree has grown to a height of two meters. It has dense branches and leaves, deep roots, strong branches, green leaves, silver buds, and a rich literary atmosphere that almost forms a mist.
The shape is wrapped around the Asparagus tree, adding a touch of extraordinaryness.
The most eye-catching thing is, of course, the two big characters on the Wenxin tree, which are twinkling at the moment, recognized by the Dao of Heaven and Earth, and condensed with the dao of heaven and earth.