The village chief coped with the attack of the old evil man, and remembered the past in his heart.

That era was the most glorious era of the human race, and they dared to fight against the gods and demons.

It's a pity that although it is brilliant, it is very short-lived. Although a large number of heroes like Wen Sheng and Wu Sheng emerged during this period, some things are irreversible after all.

How can you succeed if you want to rebel against them?

Footsteps sounded, and the old evil man glanced at it quickly, and hurriedly shouted, "Don't come here!"

Chen Er and the three of them suddenly stopped when they heard the sound and only watched from the sidelines.

In the face of the village chief's growing resistance, there was some sadness in the eyes of the old evil head.

"Let's go!" "Let's go!"

"Since this matter is related to Wen Sheng, then you can't lose the face of my scholar by saying anything!"

"There is poetry and books in the belly!" the old evil man let out a long roar, and he didn't know when there was an inkstone in his hand.

He threw the inkstone into the air, and kept making marks in his hands, and the momentum of the whole person changed, and he was indescribably chic and grateful.

"Although I don't know why Wen Sheng just suppressed and sealed you, but since you look down on me as a scholar, then today I will destroy you with the treasure of a scholar!"

"Eyes widened, I looked up. You can also hold up a piece of the world!"

After the inkstone was struck by the imprint, it continued to tumble and gradually softened, gradually forming a black river.

Far away, Chen Er smelled the strong fragrance of ink, and the rich taste was a little fascinating.

The village chief didn't understand what the old evil man wanted to do, and the inkstone didn't see anything special, at least he didn't feel the danger.

However, looking at the old evil man's posture and the reluctance to the inkstone in his eyes, he should be moving seriously, so he began to shake the bell faster.

As soon as the rapid sound of the bell came out, it was blocked by the ink river formed by the inkstone.

The old evil man was full of white hair, and his clothes began to flutter, and he stretched out his right hand, and pointed it into a sword, and dipped his pen in ink.

Wave your sleeves, step into the air, and make a gesture, more and more proud.

"Our generation of scholars should take the troubled times as a disease and the wisdom of the people as the most important. If you can't wave a thousand books, how dare you splash ink and dye white seals?"

"The truth in the book is all scrutinized, if you don't think about it, you will be disappointed by the sages!" the old evil man shouted out, and his momentum was higher for a while.

Finally, after the momentum climbed to its peak, the old evil head's fingertips began to write in the air.

Heaven and earth are yellow, and the universe is desolate.

The sun and the moon are shining, and the sun and moon are shining.

The cold comes and the summer comes, and the autumn harvest is hidden in winter.

Leap more than the age of adulthood, the law Lu tunes the yang.

Chen Er's mouth opened wide, stared at the words blankly, and couldn't help but read them along.

What the old evil man wrote, he had seen in Wen Sheng's books, was called "Thousand Character Text". The full text was originally a thousand words, but one was lost for some reason, and only 999 words were left (the loss of words is a plot need, and it can't be taken seriously.) ）。

At that time, when Chen Er read "A Thousand Character Text", he didn't have any other ideas, just swallowed it in a hurry, but now when he saw the old evil head writing again with his fingers as a pen and heaven and earth as paper, he actually felt a faint throbbing feeling in his heart.

It's like, there is something that is blocked in the chest, not vomiting and unhappy.

Every time he read a word, Chen Er trembled like electricity, and then his whole body was comfortable.

Gradually, the sound of chanting began to appear in his body, such as Hong Zhong Dalu, which made Chen Er deafening.

Dongfang Yiruo and Dongfang Yixi on the side felt the changes in Chen Er's body, and forgot about the battle between the village chief and the old evil head for a while, and they all looked at Chen Er.

At this time, Chen Er was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and there was a faint blue light around him, and he was a treasure.

The old evil man worked hard to write, as if he had entered a no-man's land, until the voice in Chen Er's body sounded, which resonated with the handwriting he wrote, and he withdrew from the realm just now.

"Hahaha! happy! happy!" The old evil man glanced at Chen Er, he looked like crazy, and laughed heartily: "After Wendao, my generation is not lonely, happy!"

"If there are three or two more pots of wine at this time, even if you die from now on, what's the matter?"

Although he didn't drink, the old evil man was already a little drunk, and it wasn't until the Mohe River was written that he looked up to the sky and roared.

After a long roar, the pride was all in his chest, and the words broke into the stone house one after another.

At the entrance of the village, as the pattern on the first stone faded, the rest of the stones began to lose their luster one after another, and the village chief in the stone house became more and more powerful.

"Jingle Bell ......"

"Jingle Bell ......"

The bell rang more urgently, and although the village chief's cultivation gradually became stronger with the continuous dimming of the stones at the entrance of the village, his face did not have the slightest insolence just now.

"If I don't want to die, what can you do to me? The human race is only worthy of being a slave, and now An dares to kill the master!"

In the roar of the village chief, one after another words containing great power have broken through the defense of the bell and entered the stone house.

The bell turned into ashes in the moment of resistance, and then the village chief gradually turned into ashes from top to bottom, just like the bell.

The old evil head stopped moving, slowly descended, and the words returned, and after the ink was collected, it became an inkstone again.

It's just that this inkstone is half smaller.

"In vain, I have cultivated for tens of thousands of years, but I have finally lost the sages, and I can't write the whole book!" The old evil man sighed a little, and then suddenly sensed something, and suddenly turned around.

At the same time, the loud sound of the Hong Zhong on Chen Er's body stopped, and he slowly opened his eyes, looking up to the sky and letting out a long roar like the old evil head just now.

At this moment, Chen Er's cultivation went further.

Feeling the vigorous power in his body, Chen Er was secretly happy.

Other body cultivation ascends to the Divine Realm, which is to enter the Zhenjiu Essence first, starting from the Zhenyi Essence, and can only ascend to the Gathering Nine Qi Realm after the Zhenjiujing, but when Chen Ersheng ascended to the Divine Realm, he actually broke this rule, and directly calmed the essence in the body, gathered a qi, and condensed a spirit.

It is also for this reason that he has a second gift of heaven and earth.

Now that his cultivation has been promoted, he is actually a town spirit. The Qi Gathering Realm and the Condensing Realm reached the second layer at the same time.

"Is that stronger now, or is it stronger as a cultivator of the Six Essences?" Chen Er thought of simple addition and subtraction in his heart, and he couldn't stop smiling on his face.

Clenched his fists lightly, and the sense of power coming from his arm made Chen Er full of confidence.

"Then now do we need to break through this small world?" Suppressing the joy in his heart, Chen Er rubbed his head and asked.

Although my cultivation has improved, I feel that my head hurts even more. Glancing at the stone house, Chen Er sighed in his heart.

The bell is really not simple, it's just a good treasure, and it was ruined like this.

The old evil man nodded lightly, "um".

In the battle just now, Chen Er and Dongfang Yiruo, Dongfang Yixi didn't feel any fierceness, but after seeing the old evil head and the village chief confronting each other, the old evil head took out the inkstone and easily won.

But the hardships inside can only be understood by the old evil man.

In order to get rid of the village chief, he had consumed less than half of the inkstone, one of the most treasures of the literati. But the treasure is secondary, and in order to urge the inkstone, he consumed too much life force that was already left.

Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, where are the four treasures handed down from ancient times so easy to urge?

"Alas!" the old evil man sighed, but did not speak.

There are still many things he hasn't done yet, but now that he has little life left, he is a little unwilling, but if he had to do it all over again, he would still do it.

There is something to do, there is something to do, this is the style of a reader.

"Then we have destroyed the Sun Star now?" Chen Er seemed to see that the old evil man had something on his mind, so he just asked tentatively in a low voice.

I saw that the old evil man swept away the frustration just now, and said arrogantly: "What do you want to do so much? Without me, there are people in the world who are better than me to inherit!"

Then, just as Chen Er looked at him with a strange look, he said to Chen Er again, "Wait, it's still dawn." ”

Chen Er was stunned for a moment, and then understood what the old evil man meant.