In the square in the center of Mocheng, nearly 5,000 monks from Mocheng were tied up and knelt on the ground. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Feng Pokong looked at Li Yan'er kindly: Don't be afraid, I am your mother's brother.

Whew......

Dozens of masked men surrounded the wind and broke through the air, and the magic weapon in his hand buzzed.

"The wind breaks through the air, take advantage of my good mood now, don't make trouble for the Taixu Palace, the anger of the eight major forces is not something you can bear in the Taixu Palace."

Stomp ......

The sound of horses' hooves sounded heavily, and Dugu Ying slowly walked out with a gun in one hand and everyone in Tiance Mansion.

A middle-aged man stepped into the air from a distance, holding a shield in his left hand and a long knife in his right hand, dressed in black and gold armor.

The blood-masked man looked at the appearance of the two and snorted coldly: "The wind breaks through the sky, are you going to tear your face with the eight major forces today."

"I'm going to take her." The wind broke through the air and walked towards Li Yan'er.

Yin Qianhe glanced at the blood-masked man, and the long sword in his hand disappeared in an instant.

A heavy sword fell from the sky and fell to the ground in an instant, a strand of hair slowly floated in the air, Yin Qianhe returned to the same place, and the tail of his long hair was obviously missing.

On top of the heavy sword, a man wearing a green sword leaned on, carrying a wine jug and said drunkly: I drank too much, and I came a little late.

Li Yan'er looked at Feng Pokong and the others in front of her: Uncle, save my senior brother, take him away with you, okay! Please, uncle!

Feng Pokong shook his head helplessly: The eight major forces are all in the shadows, if you take him. We can't go.

"Yan'er, listen to your uncle, let's go." Li Mo glanced at the blood-colored masked man whose breath was extremely unstable.

"No, if you don't go, I won't go." Li Yan'er looked at Li Modao with red eyes.

Feng Pokong sighed softly, the hair on his head seemed to be a little white, and his spiritual power suppressed Li Yan'er and walked towards the city gate.

Dugu Ying, the eldest grandson Juelan, glanced at the messy Mocheng and turned to leave.

Ip Mantian on the heavy sword sighed lightly: Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs.

He threw the wine jug in his hand at Li Mo, lifted the heavy sword behind his back, and left with the wind breaking through the air.

Woohoo......

Hundreds of figures appeared in front of the crowd, and the eight major sects arrived, and the beautiful woman of Yunlu Immortal looked at Li Mo and said indifferently: If you weren't so outstanding, Mocheng wouldn't have been destroyed so quickly.

"To be able to feed your own daughter the Killing Pill, you really have good intentions." Li Mo glanced at the beautiful woman and said.

"I can only blame you for being too stupid, if you didn't suck out the god-killing pill for Xia Lin, you wouldn't end up like this." Beautiful woman said.

"Hahaha, the most poisonous woman's heart, I didn't believe it before, haha" Li Mo looked up and smiled.

"Since you want to die, I will fulfill you!"

The beautiful woman of Yunlu Xianju pinched her handprint, and Li Mo's abdomen suddenly attacked.

Yes......

Li Mo was like being bitten by ten thousand insects, and his face was pale without a trace of blood: Brother Feng, my brother can't protect you anymore.

"You shameless people!" Li Feng frantically rushed towards Li Mo.

"Rubbish, get out!"

The terrifying spiritual power knocked Li Feng away with a palm, and he fell to the ground unconscious, and the beautiful woman of Yunlu Xianju withdrew her palm and looked at Li Mo who was dying.

"Comprehending the Three Laws Fairyland, you really can't leave it."

"The city of ink has been broken, why should Your Excellency rush to kill it all."

An old voice came, and the beautiful woman who was about to make a move withdrew her palm and said: You are just the guardian of Mocheng, and the affairs of Mocheng have long been irrelevant to you. Why bother getting burned.

"The Li family has been slaughtered by you, Mocheng is kind to me, even if you provoke a fire, you must protect a little blood of the Li family"

"Su Wen, the pen fairy Mocheng accepts disciples without asking about cultivation, only looking at the writing. Come on, take the flag! A man with a scar on his face said.

After a while, dozens of disciples carried a banner of one hundred square feet and placed it in front of the scholars in Mocheng.

"The deity is the Xiling City Cheng Split. If anyone among you can write the cracked words all over this hundred-foot banner and write a book, he will be spared death! So you should be satisfied, right? ”

Riding a giant eagle and wearing a red battle armor, Cheng Lu looked at the thousands of scholars and monks kneeling on the ground.

Hearing Cheng Split's words, the old man's voice did not appear.

The eight major forces sent their disciples to hold the monks of Mocheng, and those who could not write a book were killed and thrown into the ink pool, and the ink blood in the pool was churning, and the pen and inkstone by the pool were piled up.

Watching his fellow disciples die one by one, Li Mo gulped and drank most of the pot of wine.

Endured the pain caused by the Killing Pill, waved his hand to tie the grass as a pen, and wrote the cracked characters on the hundred-foot flag, the handwriting was natural, and the pen walked the dragon and snake.

After the book, Li Mo laughed angrily, waved his pen and wrote in the air, the thick ink in the pen was condensed, and a poem and ink flowed in the air.

Heaven and earth do not change thousands of peaks, and the sea of ink is not exhausted.

Life and death hang by a thread, and no scholar dares to move forward.

Lonely and angry into the inkstone pool, leaving behind thousands of words.

The Great Wilderness is like the Shura Prison, and under the human skin are ghosts.

laughed at the world's unhappiness, and let the wind and rain carry my shoulders.

Since ancient times, there have been no troubles in the world, and there is a world outside the sky.

and chant and leave ink, and the name will be praised and deprecated for hundreds of generations.

A light stroke of vicissitudes of life, the meaning of ink for thousands of years!

Cheng Split looked at the pen and ink poems in the air in shock, slammed his palm at Li Mo, and shouted: "You are like this, if you are left today, he will kill me one day, and he will also be heard!" Kill them all! ”

Li Mo, who was already tortured by the Killing Pill, was blasted into the sea of ink with a palm.

The remaining monks in Mocheng were slaughtered by the eight major forces, and for a while, there was a river of blood and corpses in Mocheng.

"The legendary pen fairy ink city ended up like this. Is heaven and earth unkind, or fate should be like this? The old voice sighed softly.

It's been a long time. The heavy rain falling from the sky washed over the entire ink city, and the blood did not disperse when it met the water.

The eight major forces slaughtered wildly, and until the rain stopped, there were no survivors in the city.

Filled with blood and a sea of ink, the river, which was originally several feet wide, was tumbling with waves of blood. Seven killing stars appeared in the sky.

Cheng Lu looked at the originally clear sky, and suddenly there was a thunderstorm, his face changed, and one after another palm prints slammed into the sea of blood and ink.

The beautiful woman of Yunlu Xianju looked at everyone and shouted: There are remnants in the pool who pretend to be ghosts and kill them!

The eight major forces and others sacrificed their magic weapons one after another, blasting towards the sea of blood and ink churning.

The old voice whispered: The demon star is bright, and the seven kills are now. Disasters arise, and blood and ink stain the sky.

The shadows are swaying, the emperor stars are shaking, and the blood blades of the madmen are killing all directions.

Looking back on the past, the light wind is rising, carrying the jade dragon to die for the king, and picking up the lamp to shine on the mountains and rivers. Once upon a time, the rivers and mountains were silent, the white clothes were soaked in blood into pools, and the pen and inkstone were thrown in piles.

A moment later, a figure leaped out of the sea of ink, covered in black ink, with a demonic face and red eyes...... It's like a ghost born again!

The next moment, Li Mo took the pen and wrote the words on the banner -- the words were natural, vigorous and powerful, with a full of despair and evil spirit --

"Kill" -

The ghosts born in the blood-stained inkpool burst out with murderous and evil spirits

When pure ink is blackened, you will fall into absolute madness

In the heart controls the hatred and pollution of blood.

Li Mo's voice full of murderous intent came into everyone's ears: God does not bless people, and they would rather become ghosts, and coagulated blood into ink!

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