After jumping into the pen holder, Qin Yang immediately agitated the true yuan of the whole body, the sound of the rushing of the waves, the roar of the rolling thunder, the sound of the roar, the purple divine light rose to the sky, the vast and bright, just and awe-inspiring breath slowly emerged from the pen holder, and the divine light fell down, supporting the pen holder in it.

The old man's face was expressionless, and he stretched out his withered claws again and reached for the pen holder.

Thick as black ink-like dead air, bubbling down from his arm, turned into a big black ink hand, grabbed the pen holder one after another, and for a while, the silent dead air swept away, with the old man as the center, the forest withered, the flowers and plants withered, as if an invisible big hand brushed by, and everywhere it passed, all turned into a dark death Jedi.

Qin Yang fell into the pen holder, his face sank like water, and he urged the pen holder with all his strength, and a layer of purple halo blurred from its surface, blocking all the black ink hands.

This pen holder secret treasure is left by Zixiao Daojun, I don't know which ancient strong man's book treasure, long contaminated with the breath of that strong man, once stored in the pen holder of the big pen, I don't know how many mysteries have been written, in order to raise it awe-inspiring, all evils do not invade.

This kind of secret treasure, for the old man and other lifeless people, the most restrained, plus the secret treasure is not as good as the magic weapon, most of the secret treasures have almost no restrictions, but in the hands of different people, the power is wonderful, all are different.

Qin Yang felt the true yuan in his body pass wildly, but the pen holder could only barely resist, and his heart began to sink slowly.

After all, the difference in strength is too big, if you change to a strong person at the same level as the old man, and urge the pen holder secret treasure, you can kill it in an instant.

"Click......"

The surface of the pen holder is covered with layers of quaint carvings, and a trace of cracks has emerged, and the pen holder itself seems to be decayed by dead air, the luster on the surface is slowly dimming, and Shenwei is slowly withering.

"Click......"

The moment the old man's claws stabbed the pen holder, many cracks on the surface of the pen holder exploded, the aura shattered, and countless fragments instantly turned into powder.

Suddenly, a little bright divine light lit up from the black ink-like tumbling dead air, as if the morning sun was rising, enveloping the general trend, unstoppable, and dispelling the darkness in an instant.

There is also a strange heavenly sound, which seems to be the sound of heaven and earth, containing the truth of all things, like a thunder roar, and like a whisper of gentle words, many strange and extremely strange feelings, perfectly integrated into one, and exploded.

"Ward off evil spirits!"

The strange tone that I can't understand instantly makes people understand the meaning, and there is no deviation at all.

In an instant, I saw the bubbling dead air like black sewage, and it dissipated invisibly with a bang, and the old man's right arm stretched out seemed to be swept by the supreme power, but in the blink of an eye, it seemed to be a pile of sand and collapsed, and it turned into powder in an instant.

The old man took seven steps back, the confusion in his eyes dissipated, the divine light in his eyes stared, and he stared at the pen holder expressionlessly, as if facing a great enemy.

After the surface of the pen holder is shattered, the pen holder that appears again has completely changed its appearance, the whole body is dark purple, there are many hollows, the surface is carved with a lion-like shape, a strange beast with wings on its back, the strange beast holds its head high, makes a roar, its eyes are closed, its teeth are grinning, but it is not hideous, but there is an awe-inspiring righteousness rushing to the face.

Qin Yang squatted in the pen holder, secretly frightened, he had studied the pen holder for a long time, and always felt that the divine power of this secret treasure could not be nothing more than that, at that time, he had personally seen the brilliant divine power of the pen holder when no one controlled it, and it was not a little stronger than when he urged it later, and it was still the kind of strength in nature, not the difference in quantity......

At this moment, he can see the true face, and it really has its own divine power, which is a hundred times stronger than urging himself.

The divine power of the pen holder was stimulated, and even the blood lama and other strange treasures took the initiative to converge all their power, turning into a piece of blood jade and falling, and they could no longer see the slightest vision.

With a slight sigh of relief, the crisis eased, but Qin Yang was not happy at all......

When the pen holder is not stimulated by the old man, it can only rely on him to urge, and it is impossible to bloom on its own......

In the end, I could only shrink into the pen holder, not daring to show my head......

After the old man retreated, he turned into a statue, standing there motionless, his eyes returned to dead silence, and his body surged, and the dead air like black ink sewage disappeared without a trace.

Inside the pen holder, Qin Yang ran the exercises, restored the true yuan, and ignored the old man outside.

After two hours, when he recovered his true essence and looked out through the gap, the old man was still like a sculpture, standing there motionless, without even the slightest change in his eyes......

Qin Yang's head is extremely big, this dead ghost and madman, is he going to carry it to the death with himself?

He is already dead, standing here for a hundred years, it is estimated that not a single hair will fall out, and he will be consumed alive sooner or later if he shrinks into the pen holder.

"Senior Wu Yu?" Qin Yang muttered tentatively.

"Do you know who the old man is?" the old man's eyes moved, his face was expressionless, and he asked a routine.

"Senior, don't ask, your name is Wu Yu, you are the Supreme Elder of the Demon Stone Holy Sect five thousand years ago, and he is dead, understand? You are dead, I am also dead, I was killed by you before, do you remember?" Qin Yang gritted his teeth and poked his head out of the pen holder.

Sure enough, the old man's eyes were confused, he didn't make a move, he just stared at Qin Yang's face, the older the older the confusion in his eyes, the thicker it became, and suddenly, in the old man's eyes, the black light burst out, but the black light was blocked by the divine light emitted by the pen holder, and he couldn't move in an inch.

The old man didn't continue to try, but finally had a hint of expression on his face, a thoughtful expression......

"I'm dead, you're dead, I'll kill you?" the old man muttered to himself, not knowing what he thought: "Yes, I seem to have killed you, you died, so why are you still here, I'm also dead, why am I here?"

"Yes, senior, we're all dead! You won't die again, and you won't be able to kill me again. Qin Yang's temples were dripping with cold sweat, he was simply frightened, if it weren't for the pen holder to resist, this dead ghost madman would definitely be able to easily see through his own transformation technique and see through the lies of his pretending to be dead.

Thinking about it differently, Qin Yang immediately continued to save himself: "Senior, your vitality is extinct, when your life is not long away, you once entered the depths of the Magic Stone Ancestral Tomb to find the strange truth there, your will is not extinguished at this moment, and when you walk out of the ancestral tomb, you must have found the most critical clue, and I am also trying to find out why the ancestral tomb is weird, even if I die at this moment, I am unwilling, I can't swallow a breath in my chest, I just want to find the truth." ”

"What did you find?" Hearing this, the old man's eyes froze, and suddenly became extremely solemn, and the expression in his eyes became more and more intense: "That's right, I just want to find the truth, I have found the key, but what is the key, I don't remember, I don't remember......"

The old man was crazy, and the body surface began to have a black ink-like dead air bubbling out, and the momentum of the whole person also climbed wildly, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the dead air was steaming on the earth, even if there was a pen holder to resist, Qin Yang also had an illusion of being out of breath.

"Senior! I know! I know!" Qin Yang hurriedly shouted, this dead ghost madman, if he starts to go crazy, I really don't know if the pen holder can stop it, if he goes crazy and directly destroys this secret realm fragment, he will really die!

"Say! What is it, what is the truth!" The old man's face was hideous, and he rushed to the pen holder, and the only remaining left arm grabbed the pen holder, and the dry arm collided with the Haoran righteousness of the pen holder, and his dry arm slowly turned into powder, but he still did not have the slightest intention of stopping, and the whole person was like a complete madman.

"It's in the depths, you go down the Yin River, and when you get to the bottom, there's the truth, there!"

"Yes, that's it!" The old man's eyes burst with black light, and the whole person seemed to be suddenly awake, and his eyes were full of wisdom.

"Yes, it's right there!" the old man said something, turned around and stepped out, the person was already in mid-air, and after stepping into the Yin River, it disappeared in an instant.

"I finally escaped death...... Qin Yang let out a sigh of relief, his face was pale, leaning on the pen holder, and the whole person seemed to have been fished out of the water......