There are almost no people within a hundred miles of Xingchen Island near Xingchen Island, the cowardice have retreated to a hundred miles away, and the bold ones left behind have been wiped out, and in the aftermath of the Emperor's battle, there are not many people left who can survive.

And some of the Great Emperors have already been in the battle not long ago, stained the sky with blood, and have become victims of the first wave.

There were still those blood-red eyes hanging in the sky, staring gloomily at the land.

A man whose true face was a patchwork of light and shadow, and whose true face was difficult to see, sat in the void, with countless rains of light falling behind him, staining the night sky with brilliance.

Behind him was the huge ancient monument, but he blocked everyone's path, and the monument projected by the three-pole monument was also obscured by the rain of light that he drooped, and he seemed to be the enemy of everyone.

Slightly closer to the periphery, there were some Great Emperors, silently confronting the light and shadow.

But the people who have been watching all the time know that they are not the only ones who stay.

There are also some people who have not yet arrived, but have just crossed the barrier of space and are shooting, just like the blood-red eyes.

And the man who is made up of light and shadow, while fighting with some people who shoot out of the air, will continue to get help from the air.

The monks didn't know much about their grievances and all the causes and effects of this thing, so they didn't know why these people were doing it.

But it doesn't matter, because after this night, it is a sign that those hidden emperors will begin to gradually come to the forefront.

In the next six realms, there will be even more turbulent currents, and all of them will become a small boat in this current, a small boat that is struggling but has to go with the flow.

"Is it backfire?" said slowly, with blood-red eyes rolling slightly.

His words echoed through the night sky like thunder, but no one knew to whom he was addressing them.

The man of light and shadow didn't speak, but sat in the void, silently waiting, waiting for the arrival of the man he had been waiting for.

But maybe he won't come, but he's willing to believe that the man is back, because that person wants the monument too.

There are many people who want to make this monument, but if they can't collect all the three poles, then a single monument is useless to them.

The broken Tao does not allow them to get what they want, so there are two people who will come, each holding a tablet in their hands.

And there are probably people like those eyes, but he doesn't care very much, because these people don't dare to act easily, and they are afraid of other people.

Chu Feng looked around, but he didn't find coral, and he didn't find coral around those emperors.

He let out a "groan" in his heart, as if he had sunk into ice water.

The merman tribe has been hidden for so long and has not been discovered, it can be imagined, but I am afraid that if I don't know it in advance, I am afraid that it will be difficult to find the merman race.

Principal.

The principal is undoubtedly the most suspicious person, Chu Feng looked at the man sitting under the stone tablet in the distance, his expression changed slightly.

There has always been an inexplicable relationship between the merman clan and the third three-pole monument and that person and the main thing.

Chu Feng couldn't figure out what was going on, and he didn't have time to figure it out for the time being.

He was waiting, waiting for the Lord to fight that man again, and everything would come to an end.

In the current situation, he has no better way than to wait.

The long and long wait, the most anxious are those emperors on the periphery, they don't have any capital, when they support their disciples to come to the East China Sea, they fantasize about being able to let their disciples get this ancient monument without knowing it, and bring it to themselves.

But what I didn't expect was that at the last moment, this ancient monument rose directly into the sky, as if to announce the whole world.

They all knew that the light and shadow, the eyes, and some of the people who were fighting in the air, were far older than them, and maybe stronger than them.

But they had no choice, because in the following era, it was a sin to be weak.

The Great Emperor is more likely to fall than mortals, and if he can't get a breakthrough at this time, then in the following years, he is afraid that it will be difficult to achieve any more results.

They have experienced too much in the dormant waiting of life after life, and they know better that this is their last chance. So they don't want to wait any longer, and if they wait any longer, it will be a dead end.

Isn't cultivation for eternal life?

Become the most powerful existence between heaven and earth, and then transcend heaven and earth, even if the entire Six Realms are destroyed, you can make yourself immortal. If you can't get it, it's death, and since it's all death, why can't you be here and fight?

Finally, a middle-aged scribe moved, he took a step forward firmly, and then said in a hoarse voice, "Please." ”

The man with blurred light raised his head and looked at the middle-aged scribe without saying a word.

He clearly had no facial features, but it gave people the feeling that he was pitying the middle-aged scribe, which made the middle-aged scribe feel humiliated.

He is the emperor from the world, originally just a mortal, who loves calligraphy, but between one day of writing, the truth between words and nature is connected, one day into the Tao, self-contained, and rapidly rising.

In the past years, he created a once glorious genre, although after all, because of his slumber and the erosion of the years gradually declined, but it could not change his proud self-esteem.

So the middle-aged scribe slowly made a move, and a pen was held in his hand.

Light and Shadow sighed, his voice was very dark, and then he said softly, "Please." ”

The word "please" of light and shadow does not have a cold killing intent, nor does it have any tone, it is simply and mechanically reading a dead word, as if it is an ordinary child who has just begun to babble and does not know what each word means.

The middle-aged scribe's face was slightly gloomy, revealing a look of extreme anger, and he waved the brush in his hand, and just began to dance a cloud of ink, and then showed a look of extreme pain, and then a mouthful of blood spit out, turning into a pale red cloud.

The middle-aged scribe held on, dipped the pen in his hand in his own blood, and wrote down an ancient text.

The text is ancient and mysterious, under the hands of middle-aged scribes, revealing a fresh and handsome style, but it seems to have a sense of simplicity and heaviness, like a newly built tripod, because it is new, it is fresh and handsome, because it is a tripod, so it is simple and heavy.

The words shone brightly in the night sky, and where the light shone, inky flowers bloomed, naturally extending into the distance.

These inky flowers are beautiful, and the trails that extend are so soft that they look comfortable and cozy.

The light and shadow were a little surprised "Huh", and then raised his hand, a little in the air, not even the light, all the flowers dissipated, all the glitz was annihilated.

But the middle-aged scribe did not stop the process of writing.

The pen in his hand was constantly dipped in his blood, and with his vigorous posture like a swimming dragon, it continued to fly in the air, writing one after another powerful words through the back of the paper.

The man has extremely high calligraphy attainments, and it can be said that he is the first person Chu Feng has seen in so many years, even his mentor Chen Han's calligraphy attainments cannot be compared with this man at all.

No matter what kind of book style, under the man's pen, it has been exerted to the extreme, and they are integrated with each other, and under the tip of the pen, it seems to flow out like flowing water, without the slightest hindrance and jerkiness.

The middle-aged scribe wrote an extremely old text, so old that it has long been forgotten by the world.

But it was his favorite article, full of challenges to fate and contempt for the heavens.

Just as he challenged his fate today, he defied the ridiculously powerful existence in front of him.

There is no destiny in this world, and there is no absolutely invincible existence.

Yourself, to overthrow it all!

Light and shadow silently looked at the middle-aged scribe, watching the handwriting envelop him, and then everyone noticed some approval and some relief on his face.

But the light and shadow were still using actions to show the gap between himself and the man, he didn't make any movements, but quietly waited for the man to write this article all over before approving: "Very good." ”

As he spoke, with a wave of his hand, a streamer of light shot out, directly piercing through the countless illusions manifested by the countless words, and still entered the forehead of the scribe.

The scribe showed a slightly confused look, he looked at the light and shadow for a long time, and then he took a step back, and took a deep look, like a disciple, and said very seriously: "Be taught." ”

The scribe put away his pen, unfolded a piece of paper, put away his writings, and then silently walked behind the light and shadow, and sat down, looking respectful and humble.

Everyone's expressions changed, they didn't expect this to be the result at all, the light and shadow could easily tame a self-respecting and arrogant emperor, such a thing was unimaginable no matter what.

Instead of speaking, Light and Shadow closed his eyes.

Another emperor stepped forward and wanted to challenge the light and shadow, but the light and shadow did not act, but the middle-aged scribe stood up, stepped forward silently, and saluted: "Please." ”

Chu Feng quietly watched the middle-aged scribe and the emperor fight each other, and it was not until the scroll in the middle-aged scribe's hand included the emperor in it, making the emperor fall into the catastrophe forever, and the middle-aged scribe returned to the back of light and shadow and sat down.

"Aren't you afraid that the vicious dog will devour the Lord again?" the blood-colored eyes laughed strangely, and then calmly and abruptly spit out a name like thunder, "Fusang the Great?"