In the painting boat where Jiangdong was swimming against the current, the old shopkeeper stood beside Gou Laoqi, who was rolling, and sighed: "The old man was also a decent person before, why did he roll on the ground again?"

"What nonsense, come and help me!" Gou Laoqi shuddered and took out the yellow talisman on his body and threw it in the air. The old shopkeeper sighed lightly, wrapped the yellow talisman with ink rhyme, raised his eyebrows, and said in surprise: "The talisman paper is broken!?"

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and get the runes back into place! That little thing doesn't know where the power comes from, and it can shake the runes away. ”

The old shopkeeper's eyebrows were locked together, and the ink rhyme was slowly injected into the runes, and there were words in his mouth.

Gou Laoqi looked at the originally crooked runes on the rune paper and finally had some meaning of stabilization, so he breathed a sigh of relief, looked dejected, patted the dust on his body, sat cross-legged on the ground, and scolded: "This little rabbit cub is really unkind!

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Zhong Yue, who was meditating under the worry-free tree, didn't know, because of his recklessness, Gou Laoqi's master and servant made a lot of effort in the painting boat, and he only cared about the great changes that had occurred in his body.

It is true that Zhang Sengqiu's inheritance broke through the shackles of runes and brought Zhong Yue a full ink rhyme, but this sage inheritance is too huge, if it weren't for Zhong Yue's previous difficult tempering, under such a huge impact, the meridians on his body would have been shattered long ago.

Taking advantage of the current stalemate, Zhong Yue worked hard to absorb the ink rhyme to the dantian, if it was under normal circumstances, there would be no such opportunity at all, and now the nine potentials of the gods and men and the dragon saint inheritance who were grabbing the juice to drink, did not care about the little bit of heaven and earth ink rhyme, but focused on the juice of the worry-free fruit.

In the past, he used the ink breaking method to absorb ink rhyme from between heaven and earth, which was too slow, but now taking advantage of the continuation of this tug-of-war, Zhong Yue didn't take much time to accumulate the ink rhyme in the dantian to the point of fullness, but the meridians in his body were a little unbearable, but the involvement of the nine potentials of the gods and men also shared a lot of pressure for him, otherwise with the strength of the saint's will, he would have been unable to suppress it for a long time.

The last chapter of the ink entering the Tao is the ink chapter. When the ink rhyme in the dantian is full, going against the trend and running in the reverse route of breaking the ink is the key to truly stepping into the realm of Hanmo.

The avenue of calligraphy and painting began.

The greed of the ink dragon and the god-man nine potentials to share the juice was not small, but the runes that had been broken through and became dim before gradually lit up with golden light again, dragging the broken ink dragon towards the runes. Zhong Yue frowned, although he hated this time bomb, but now it was obvious that the saint inheritance was not something that he could fully absorb now, and he was still worried about how this tug-of-war would end.

But now it seems that at least the Nine Powers of the Divine Man within the bones will not be so out of control.

The ink method is ever-changing, but the ancient method is not easy through the ages, so for the nine potentials of the gods, what Zhong Yue has to do is to constantly refine the bones and strengthen, rather than changing thousands of forms, which he has long been deeply aware of in his previous study of calligraphy or Chinese painting.

Oh~

With a mournful groan, the rune golden light bloomed, and finally the ink rhyme dragon soul was completely pulled into the rune confinement, and the suction of the nine potentials of the gods and men also had the upper hand, absorbing the ssoucid fruit into the marrow, but it was obvious that for the nine potentials of the gods, Zhong Yue was like a host, although he absorbed most of the susceptibility juice, but there was still a lot left, and through the blood in the meridians, it moistened the meridians that were previously supported by the sage Mo Yun.

Zhong Yue breathed a sigh of relief, and used the method of rushing ink to go upstream, preparing to enter the Dao of ink in one fell swoop and impact the realm of Hanmo!

The master and servant who were far away in Jiangdong sat on the floor panting.

"Master, I'm so tired. ”

"Wangcai, you have worked hard. ”

"Master, don't call me by my nickname, okay?"

"No, it doesn't. ”

The old shopkeeper: "......"

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"Senior Sister, are you still unwilling to hand it over, although your strength has recovered, but under the joint efforts of me and Senior Brother Gu, you don't have any chance. The Cloud Palace is no longer the Cloud Palace of more than ten years ago. I've given too much, so senior sister, don't rob me!"

Yao Ningzhi's body was scattered, and he was sandwiched by the two of them and retreated again and again, but there was no sign of giving up on his face, "More than ten years ago, Geng Lijun suddenly appeared in the Nine Secluded Land, did you report the news?"

Cao Ling raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "Senior sister, don't spew blood." In the land of the Nine Secluded Places, even I don't know the location, how can I report to the little sage monarch of the Dao Court?"

The sword qi formed by Gu Haifeng's ink rhyme became more and more powerful, and the swordsmanship of their sword pavilion stood out from the calligraphy ink rhyme. Condensed into a sharp sword qi with a sharp way, the more he fought, the more courageous he became, so some people in Zhongzhou commented that the two saints of today, if they can distinguish the victory and defeat within three days, it must be the Dao Saint who has the upper hand, but if it is fought for three years and five years, the Sword Saint will undoubtedly win, but this is just speculation, in fact, the Sword Saint cannot be defeated in three days, and the Dao Saint will not fight for three years, this is just a false proposition.

"It's really fresh, ten years ago, Fairy Yao was still hurt by that rotten Taoist who didn't do anything more? No wonder it has been sluggish for more than ten years, I thought Fairy Yao was dead. ”

Yao Ningzhi was furious, Yun Sleeve made a move, and Bingfeng flapped his wings, "Bastard!"

Gu Haifeng just wanted such an opportunity, Yao Ningzhi had been fighting and retreating with them, such a dissipation, although they still had the upper hand in the end, but it was obviously a waste of time, in case other people rushed over and joined forces again, it would not be good for them, so they needed to be cut quickly.

"I'm waiting!"

Thousands of sword qi converged together, condensing into a huge black heavy sword behind Gu Haifeng.

"Take a taste of my Sword Pavilion's [Sword Open Heavenly Gate]!"

Yao Ningzhi's white clothes were flying, his eyes were slightly solemn, and he was in a hurry. The ice phoenix condensed by Mo Yun flew towards the dark heavy sword.

Gu Haifeng sneered: "Do you dare to take it hard, I really don't know whether to live or die!"

Yao Ningzhi is not impossible, she can also retreat in this position, but if she retreats, this sword stands down, and the worry-free tree behind her and the bastard of Shutai will become the soul of the knife, there is no way, she can only take it hard.

Mo Yun Bing Feng collided with the heavy sword whose momentum had already taken shape.

Gu Haifeng sneered: "Hehe, Ice Phoenix, but that's it!"

Laugh at!

The big sword fell, and Bing Feng let out a miserable scream.

Yao Ningzhi spurted out a mouthful of blood and was seriously injured by a sword.

A cold light surged in Gu Haifeng's eyes, "Don't hand it over?"

Yao Ningzhi took the Worry-Free Fruit in his hand and sneered: "Even if you destroy this fruit, I won't give it to you!"

"Stinky woman, you dare!" Gu Haifeng looked at Yao Ningzhi's posture of slapping this psychic fruit into the ground, and suddenly became furious, and slashed down with his heavy sword.

Yao Ningzhi's pupils shrank, looking at the ancient sword that came from the sky, he would rather be broken than broken, and the worry-free fruit in his hand was crushed.

Bang!

The epee stopped in mid-air.

Gu Haifeng's pupils shrank, looking at the person with his bare upper body and grabbing the sword with one hand, his heart was shocked, there was actually a person with the Moyun Great Sword who caught this sword with his bare hands and opened the gate of heaven?

Zhong Yue's eyes showed a cold light, "Who are you the one who talked a lot of before?"