The purple sun is in the sky, as quiet as a hanging pearl, or a magical purple eye looks down on the Blue Fire Demon Domain below.

With the destruction of all the demon fires in the glazed fire path, the portal of the Green Fire Demon Domain was wide open, and news continued to spread that the treasures left over from the battlefield of the human and demon war were left out of the Blue Fire Demon Domain.

Most of these treasures were purchased by the merchant alliance in the fang market at a high price, and then sold to monks and sects in need at a higher price, which really made the merchant alliance make a lot of money.

And behind every brilliant treasure found was the merciless slaughter of the monks. It can be said that every treasure is blood-red.

There is a large green meadow in the Blue Fire Demon Domain, called the Green Wind Grassland, where the wind blows and the green waves catch the sky.

In the middle of the Green Wind Grassland, stands a tall altar. The altar is made of huge and smooth white stones, divided into three layers, small at the top and large at the bottom, and the surface is engraved with some complicated Confucian ancient seal fonts.

The white altar lies quietly on the green grassland, which is very eye-catching. From a distance, it looks like a white cloud falling from the sky lying on the grassland to rest. Up close, it looks more like three huge scrolls stacked on top of each other, recording secrets that were unknown thousands of years ago.

It is where the Confucian formation of Yudaomen was set here thousands of years ago - the Confucian Altar.

At this moment, outside the Confucian Heavenly Altar, a small ink-colored point of light suddenly appeared on the originally empty ground.

The black point of light moved like a spirited ink sparrow, leaving ink-colored footprints in the void as it jumped. After a while, a "door" word of full size was sketched in the void.

The font of Nuoda stands in the air, the drawing is strong, and the surface exudes clusters of ancient seal characters.

Suddenly, the silver aura in the word "door" was released, and the space fluctuated violently.

Whoosh, two figures leaped out of it and landed steadily on the ground of the Green Wind Meadow.

The people who came were a gray-robed scholar and a green-shirted scholar.

The gray-robed scholar was dressed plainly, carrying it with one hand, with a straight figure, an ordinary middle-aged face, and a hint of bookish air in his stability.

The scholar in green shirt on the side, in his twenties, was dressed in a delicate blue brocade Confucian costume and smiled.

Without it, the gray-robed scholar is the peak master of the Feather Gate Moyu Peak, Ji Wuji, and the green-shirted scholar is the peak master of the Feather Gate Qingyu Peak, Lu Qian.

The two of them were dressed in fluttering clothes, and when they stood firm on the ground, the gray robe waved with one hand, and an invisible magic trick was played, and the ink-colored "door" behind the two turned into ink-colored lines, as if quietly melting in the water and disappeared without a trace.

"Senior Brother Ji, the power of your writing is much stronger. The scholar in green shirt praised.

"Senior Brother Lu, without the accurate positioning of your chess cloth technique, no matter how powerful my writing power is, I will not be able to find the exact location of the Confucian Altar so quickly. The gray-robed scholar looked around left and right, "Fortunately, there is no one here, otherwise wouldn't you and I be suspected of touting each other, you and I are both Confucian disciples, and we should be humble gentlemen." ”

"Senior Brother Ji, this is the case, why bother to be stubborn, now that the cultivation of you and I has stepped into the Daoming Realm, it is enough to be proud of the others. ”

"Having said that, this is thanks to the opening of the "Scholarly Gate" secret realm, one of the Confucian holy places of our Yudaomen, half a year ago. As soon as this secret realm was opened in a hundred years, you and I were fortunate enough to enter it to retreat and cultivate, so that we could successfully break through the bottleneck of cultivation. Now, you and I have greatly increased our strength, and we are more confident to complete the task delivered in the door this time. ”

"If you and I go out together, we will naturally succeed. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and then they both set their eyes on the Confucian altar opposite.

"This Confucian Altar is worthy of being one of the top formations of my Yudao Sect, and it overflows with the unique majestic aura of Confucianism, just looking up makes people awe-inspired. The gray-robed scholar said.

"Since entering the secret realm of the "Scholarly Gate", we have become more and more sensitive to the aura of Haoran. But you and I have never been able to cultivate the Haoran Heavenly Vein, and it will be very difficult to continue to comprehend the essence of Haoran's power. The scholar in the green shirt said.

"The Celestial Pulse is a great opportunity that cannot be found. Among my dignified Feather Dao Sect, in the past hundred years, isn't there only one disciple who can cultivate the Haoran Heavenly Vein, "Zhan Yunfei"? However, this son does have something extraordinary, looking at the trace of Xuan Ice Qi left on the surface of the Confucian Heavenly Altar opposite, Zhan Yunfei has probably already entered this Confucian Heavenly Altar. Gray-robed scholar Ji said without a trace.

Hearing this, the scholar in the green shirt pursed his lips, and then said: "Now among my Feather Dao Sect, except for the Great Elder of Blue Star Monarch of Blue Feather Peak, I'm afraid no one can tell Zhan Yunfei this kid." Anyway, according to the generation, Zhan Yunfei should also call you and me uncle. This time, he and Qi Mu came here first, and without waiting for you and me to come to support, they entered the Confucian Heavenly Altar, I don't know if it was because they were greedy for merit, or if they didn't take us seriously?"

"You and I should go into the Confucian Altar and have a look, I hope the two of them are okay. Otherwise, if the Great Elder of Blue Star Monarch blames him, it will seem that you and I are not in a good position. ”

"Then Senior Brother Lao Ji casts a spell to open the door to the Confucian Altar. "The scholar in the green shirt hugged his fists.

"Let me try. Hearing this, the gray-robed scholar took a step forward, stared at the Confucian Altar in front of him, and after steadying his breathing, he began to cast a spell. At the same time, he secretly said in his heart: "Zhan Yunfei's junior can enter, and of course my Ji Wuxian can also enter." ”

The gray-robed scholar naturally poked out his hands from his big sleeves, and on his fingertips, there was a blessing from a spiritual pen. Ten fingers fall in the middle, drawing ink-colored lines out of thin air. Without stopping, those ink-colored lines writhed like a spiritual snake, and in the blink of an eye, a huge ink-colored hand was spliced together.

The ink-colored big hands and feet are dozens of zhang in size, and in the palm of the hand, there is a pale gold clear seal text "seal" word.

"Go. The method in the gray-robed scholar's hand changed, and at the same time, he spat lightly in his mouth.

In the next moment, a powerful forbidden force from the ink-colored big hand bearer covered it in the direction of the Confucian Heavenly Altar.

Squeak, squeak, black electricity out of thin air.

As the ink-colored big hand got closer and closer to the Confucian Heavenly Altar, the powerful forbidden power began to act on it, like a black eagle pounced on the jade rabbit, and the Confucian Heavenly Altar was only slightly flickered, and it was enveloped by the big hand.

The green-shirted scholar on the side nodded slightly, "Senior Brother Ji's writing power is really extraordinary, and this ink hand technique may have the power of a hundred mountains." ”

At this moment, the expression on the brow of the scholar in the green shirt suddenly became solemn, and his pupils already reflected the situation that had happened at the Confucian Altar opposite.

A majestic aura swirled from the surface of the Confucian Altar. Haoran's aura was like a dragon, and he swirled up against the big ink-colored hand under the cover.

"Long!" the heavens and the earth shuddered.

The large ink-colored hand was held up in mid-air, and could not be completely lowered.

At the same time, on the surface of the Confucian altar, a large black ancient seal text appeared. They are connected into pieces like ink swivels. After a while, a large ink painting was presented.

In the ink painting, on the bank of the willows, a Confucian scholar stands with a scroll, and a river on the opposite side is rippling with spring water, and the atmosphere is natural.

Immediately afterward, the whole picture suddenly twisted and turned into a pitch black, as if it had been altered with a giant ink pen.

Suddenly, a phantom of a brush the size of ten zhang suddenly appeared on the surface of the altar.

The sharp stroke of the big pen is just a wave, like a sword in the sky. The big ink-colored hand hovering above the Confucian Altar burst open, turning into a sky full of ink-colored stars.

Ji Wuji, who was casting spells, only felt a tightness in his chest, and said in surprise: "The power of writing condensation." ”

The green-shirted scholar on the side frowned, his hands instinctively poked out, and he thought in his heart: "Before Senior Brother Ji has no exit, I better not interfere at will." It is also the power of writing and condensing the truth, so as not to make it lose face. ”

The scholar in the green shirt was ready to make a move at any time, but he didn't do it immediately.

At this moment, above the Confucian Altar, the illusory shadow of the brush quickly turned, and the tip of the pen was just aimed at Ji Wuxian and Lu Qian opposite. The spirit snake that seems to smell its prey, the brush phantom pen waved.

Brush!

Out of thin air, a black ink mark was thrown out, like a mountain standing tall.

"Buzzing", the ink marks condensed, and a huge mountain of ink dozens of feet tall appeared, which was directly suppressed towards the location of the two people opposite.

When the ink mountain descended, ripples appeared in the void, and the powerful oppressive force was more than ten times more terrifying than the real mountain rocks.

Seeing this, the gray-robed scholar Ji Wuxian narrowed his eyes, but his heart became excited.

Ji Wuxian has been cultivating the power of writing and condensing truth, one of the six arts of Confucianism. On the opposite side, the prohibition on the altar of Confucianism revealed the power of writing and condensing the truth. Being able to fight against the purest power of writing and condensing truth is also unavoidable for Ji Wuji. With his attainments, he may be able to comprehend a thing or two in it.

"This ink-colored pen blade is condensed by the power of the formation, and its activation must have a corresponding formation. If I go head-to-head with him, even if I win this round by luck, I'm afraid I will continue to fight endlessly. Just for a moment, Ji Wuxian had a judgment in his heart.

Ji Wuxian did not change his face, but he did not dare to slow down his actions by half a minute.

He secretly mentions his luck body, and he looks like seventy percent. The gray robe behind him stirred like a ball, and ink-colored spirit patterns overflowed from the surface of his body, instantly dyeing his gray robe into ink.

Immediately after, his whole body actually flew up.

Miraculously, Ji Wuji's body surface reflects a clear brush phantom, people are pen strokes, pen blades are people.

As Ji Wuji's body was deftly outlined in the air, an ink-colored seal font with a size of dozens of zhang appeared out of thin air - "wind".

"Writing is condensed, soul power is transformed, and it is popular all over the world......" Ji Wuxian in mid-air silently recited the mantra in his heart.

The next moment, the wind dissipated, the wind rose, and the heavens and the earth were dyed black.

The ink-colored pen strokes conjured up from the Confucian Altar on the opposite side were like hunters who couldn't find their targets, and their "sight" was completely blocked by the ink wind, hovering in mid-air, trembling and towering, and could never descend.

"Woooooooooo......oo Woowoo woo ....." In the black wind, a string of countless ink-colored seal characters is like a black crow in the wind, seemingly flying aimlessly.

"Found it, the formation is there. ”

High in the air, Ji Wuji's body carried the reflected brush phantom and galloped towards the surface of the Confucian Altar.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Ji Wuji's body landed exactly on a point on the surface of the Confucian Heavenly Altar. His hands continued to spell, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of runes were painted on the surface of the Confucian Altar.

"Buzzing ......" The Confucian Altar was like a giant that had been tickled, trembling for a while, and the aura of Haoran was constricted, and the huge strokes that appeared disappeared out of thin air.

High in the sky, the ink wind is gone, and the sky is blue and green.

The gray-robed scholar Ji stood without a trace on the surface of the Confucian altar. And under his feet, there was an open passage.

"Bang bang, bang bang. The scholar in the green shirt on the opposite side clapped his hands and applauded, "Senior Brother Ji, excellent." ”

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