The vision of the Emperor's pen alarmed everyone in the Holy Void Holy Land!

On the throne hall, people from all sides looked at it in disbelief, feeling the pressure of the emperor's pen, and their faces were shocked.

Is this an immortal weapon?

Sure enough, it was unfathomable, and just a little coercion made them feel like their bodies were going to crack.

If this is powerful and a divine rule is played, won't everything be shattered in an instant?

Some people who looked down on the strength of the Lingxu Holy Land immediately restrained their minds, and sure enough, the emaciated camel was bigger than the horse, as long as this immortal weapon could be moved by the Lingxu Holy Land, no one would be able to take the name of the Holy Land.

Feng Luo, who can be the party, is already a head and two big.

He injected most of his true qi, and the Emperor's pen did not move at all, and just when he was desperate, the Emperor's pen moved on its own.

And the Emperor's pen is still sucking his true qi!

Even if his strength reached the level of the 'Great Departure from the Earth' general sect masters, he couldn't withstand the absorption of an immortal weapon.

In less than a moment or three, Feng Luo couldn't hold on, and screamed, alarming the Quartet.

"Help me!"

Feng Luo's shout made everyone dumbfounded.

Didn't you urge you to co-author the Emperor's Pen?

You are also a victim, and you are about to die if you are absorbed by the Emperor's pen!

So who urged this emperor's pen?

Everyone immediately looked at Luo Shui who came out of the main hall.

The savior of the Lingxu Holy Land is that he brought back the immortal weapon emperor pen when the traitors rebelled in a big way, suppressed the rebels, cleared the universe, and re-branded the prestige of the Lingxu Holy Land.

Luoshui's prestige in the Holy Land of Lingxu is unmatched.

Everyone thinks that the Emperor's Pen is Luoshui's, and now that Feng Luo has been absorbed by the Emperor's Pen, Luoshui must have a way!

But in fact, Luo Shui saw this picture and had no way at all.

The Immortal Emperor Pen is not controlled by anyone, as early as 10,000 years ago, after he brought it back, it was controlled for fifty years, and once the fifty-year period passed, the Emperor's Pen was not under his control, and he stayed quietly in the Holy Land of Spiritual Void.

The Emperor's Pen can only be controlled by the people of Heaven and Earth Qianzhuang, and Feng Luo only wants to sacrifice, and only when the sacrifice is successful can he control it.

Don't......

Luo Shui thought of a terrifying thing, his face turned pale, was the thing he was most worried about in his heart going to happen?

"Sect master, save me!" Feng Luo shouted, his handsome face was full of distortion at the moment, very miserable.

Seeing this, Luo Shui directly slapped out, and the rolling true qi was like a flame, turning into a dragon in the air, biting the Emperor's pen, forcing the Emperor's pen away, and cutting off the behavior of continuing to absorb Feng Luo.

The Emperor's pen was in the air, with a slight shock.

Rumble!

The rolling flames that Luo Shui shot out, the huge dragon, disappeared in an instant, turned into clouds and mist, and escaped in the air, causing a huge storm that swept in all directions.

Like a hurricane, it swept through more than a dozen mountains, and countless trees were blown up, and rocks and clouds collapsed.

It was just a light blow from the immortal weapon.

Feng Luo was saved, and said in disbelief: "Sect master, what the hell is going on, isn't the emperor's pen not urging it?"

Luo Shui's face was serious, and he said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid that the person who can urge the emperor's pen is here!"

"What?" Feng Luo looked at Luo Shui in confusion.

The other elders of the Spirit Void Holy Land were all confused, and they didn't understand what Luo Shui meant at all?

And those who came to visit the succession ceremony asked curiously.

"Luo Shui Zhangjiao, what the hell is going on?"

"Luoshui Palm Sect, isn't the Emperor's Pen being urged by the people of your Spiritual Void Holy Land?"

"Luo Shui Zhangjiao, you are an old-timer, can you tell the juniors, what is going on?"

All kinds of questions boiled all at once, and everyone wanted to know, how did a good succession ceremony come to be like this?

The Emperor's pen rioted uncontrollably, what did Luo Shuizhangjiao's words mean?

Don't...... The Emperor's Pen is not from the Holy Land of Spiritual Void?

Luo Shui didn't answer any of everyone's questions, and he had no time to take care of other things.

Luo Shui Zhangjiao's eyes stared directly at the sky-climbing staircase in front of the main hall square, with nine hundred and ninety-nine floors, winding up.

At this moment, there was the sound of footsteps on the stone steps!

Knock! Knock!

The footsteps were slight, at least to the ears of the others, from a person with no cultivation.

But in the ears of Luo Shui Zhangjiao, it was like a thunderbolt exploding.

His face twitched, and the bad premonition in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

In his heart, a voice told him that what was supposed to come had come after all.

But Luo Shui Sect didn't want to admit it, didn't want to believe it.

His eyes stared at the stone steps without blinking, his fists clenched, and his whole person was very nervous.

Luoshui Palm Sect, who was a peerless master 10,000 years ago, was so nervous at the moment, everyone couldn't help but follow and look at it.

The stone slab is still the same stone slab.

The only difference is that the footsteps are getting closer.

Knock! Knock!

The footsteps fell to the ground, and everyone heard it clearly.

Everyone had different expressions on their faces, seeing that Luo Shui Sect was so serious, nervous, and even scared, everyone didn't speak.

The Emperor's Pen was suspended in mid-air, absorbing most of Feng Luo's energy, barely able to drive, and its sanity was restored, waiting for its new master to arrive.

Feng Luo sat weakly on the ground, gasping for breath, recovering his lost strength, and frowned.

He wanted to see who was messing with his most important thing.

Tens of thousands of inner disciples, hundreds of elders, and deacons in the Spirit Void Holy Land all frowned and looked at each other, all with anger in their hearts.

It is unreasonable that a good spiritual void puja was destroyed like this.

Knock! Knock!

But the owner of the footsteps didn't care about these at all, he was not in a hurry, he maintained an average speed, and finally came to the main hall square under everyone's expectations.

When Li Xiandao stepped into the square, countless eyes fell on him.

Indifferent!

Smell a rat!

Startled!

All kinds of emotions made Li Xiandao feel it clearly.

Among these people, there was Luo Shui who stood in front of Li Xiandao.

A middle-aged and elderly man with gray hair, very handsome, thin, but extraordinary.

After seeing Li Xiandao, Luoshui breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, especially when he saw that Li Xiandao had no cultivation, he even dispelled his worries.

"Who are you?" Luo Shui asked in a deep voice, his gaze returning to coldness, and he didn't take Li Xiandao in his eyes.

A mortal, without any cultivation, why be afraid?

Li Xiandao looked at Luo Shui calmly, and Ah Qi's voice sounded in his mind.

"Master, it's him, 10,000 years ago, it was he who borrowed the Emperor's pen from me!"

Li Xiandao smiled, looked at Luo Shui, and said, "I am your old man 10,000 years ago!"

Luo Shui sneered: "Nonsense, you are a mortal, but you have a lifespan of a hundred years, and you dare to say that it was 10,000 years ago?"

The people around also looked at Li Xiandao mockingly.

Li Xiandao didn't pay attention to this, but spread his hand and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't know me, do you know this thing?"

Airplanes!

The blood-red pocket watch appeared in Li Xiandao's palm, flashing with a demonic light, attracting countless eyes.

Among them, Luoshui performed the worst.

After he saw Li Xiandao's pocket watch, his body softened, his thoughts exploded in an instant, and all kinds of scenes from 10,000 years ago appeared like flowing water, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Impossible, this is long gone, how can you have it?" Luo Shui said in despair, he knew that he was finished.

The punishment of 10,000 years late has come today.

He was glad just now, but he was just paralyzing himself.