"I'm not crazy, I just want to borrow ten thousand volumes of the original image, and use its innate cross-strait wandering divine power to tear a hole in the Zhou Heaven Realm forbidden left by Sheng Wuxu.

As long as you can reveal a trace of [true nature], the offshore sea is nothing to you and me, don't say that it is a newly formed martial arts primordial god, even if it is a paper man, I can blow him to the realm! ”

Yuan Tianren transmitted his voice with a god, his voice was like rumbling thunder, and his tone was extremely decisive.

But Chang Xuanxuan still refused to launch a supernatural power change to help him use the method of martial arts borrowing.

"If you want to borrow 10,000 volumes of books, your reliance is nothing more than Mr. Xie's half of a bookmark, only such a star and a little bit of other people's true nature as a basis, and it is more powerful than you don't know, can you afford to spend your own capital?

With the current credits of the Lu Academy, your Yin Essence quota this semester is only much less than last year, do you think you are still alive, you are a Yin Demon Puppet, and you will die when your Yin Essence is exhausted!

How much exactly are you gambling on a transfer student? Is it enough to give you all my quota for this year? ”

Yuan Tianren stared at the void with his eyes, in the empty sea, the dagger of heart light infused by all Liang De's spiritual infusion was crumbling, the purple-black spots and capillary cracks on Ren Du's second vein were spreading, and the fuel condensed by his heart and blood was almost exhausted.

"Lao Chang, I'm not gambling on his life, I'm betting on my own life.

Students of this type who are normally enrolled in the school must practice according to the prescribed curriculum set by Sheng Wuwu Remnant Thought, and you and I cannot interfere.

There are very few transfer students who cross over halfway, and they are basically the other side species, and the only transfer student of this shore species three hundred and seventy-five years ago was assigned to the empty school department, and he was crushed by Jiang Chi's waste search machine on the same day......

I finally waited for a transfer student from the Lu School Department, and I may not be able to borrow his hand to open the dead end of the graduation trip, Lao Chang, don't say any nonsense from the long term, the old man's gamble is a shuttle, I have a full position on it, do you follow Zhuang? ”

After answering his old friend's question, Yuan Tianren closed his tired old eyes and said no more.

Old, what is the meaning of lingering, do you want to live as much as I do?

"Heh......"

The silver-white mirror ribbon that surrounded Yuan Tianren's martial arts spirit disappeared layer by layer, and Chang Xuanxuan began to retract his extended true nature.

Soon, only Yuan Tianren's independent martial arts spirit with his eyes closed was left in the Purple Mansion, and the last silver-white mirror belt containing the ever-breaking mysteriousness, and this last remnant quickly fell apart into a ray of silver light.

The connection between Yuan Tianren and Chang Xuanxuan is only the last line.

Chang Xuanxuan sighed lightly, and the whole person collapsed into countless silver-white thin lines, and with this last line breaking through the air, all of them flew into Yuan Tianren's Purple Mansion.

Dog things, if you repair the purple mansion well, it is solid, and you can't let an inch, if I don't have a thousand changes, I really can't put all my true nature in.

"Hahahaha!"

The two men who had gambled on everything looked at each other without saying a word, only a smile.

In the wild laughter of the souls under the sword, the silk was woven into a silver mirror brocade, and fell on the martial arts primordial god who shrunk and curled up like a fetus, the mirror was as clear as a vacuum, reflecting the shadow of half a broken bookmark.

The bookmark is only half left, which seems to be made of bamboo and wood, and a line of ink pen and regular script can be vaguely seen.

"Lonely clouds and lone cranes are long, and ten thousand volumes of scriptures are one leaf boat."

The silver light rippled, outlining the quadrangular ridges, and the silver-white cube that suddenly appeared in the purple mansion was suspended for a moment, just like the Luban lock and the Rubik's cube cracked, and countless small squares were divided on the mirror, undulating and sinking, like ladder building blocks.

At the top of the square building block, the yang text that imitates the bookmark inscription is highlighted, and thousands of movable metal types go up and down, printing the text on a page of silver-white mirror paper, and it will not take long to print the whole frame, and the text is dense, like a grain of rice.

At first, it was the traditional script that was no different from the bookmark, but with the sparkling silver, it was scattered as a radical and a musical note, and the radical was scattered as a single stroke, horizontal and vertical skimming, and a point lifting hook.

When those strokes are blurred in the mirror, they become countless simple drawings of the sun, moon and stars, mountains and rivers, birds, beasts, fish and insects.

The quaint pictures have evolved rapidly, the pictures have become oracle bone inscriptions, the oracle bone culture has become golden inscriptions, the gold culture has become large seals, the large seals have become small seals, and the small seals have become official scripts, and official scripts have become regular scripts, from complex to simplified......

Finally, the silver page turns into a thick, crisp, evenly textured white letterpress paper, on which the dark lead-colored Songti characters are densely covered, like black ants, rapidly multiplying.

The dark lead-colored Song-style characters first occupied the entire page, and then piled up into a raised three-dimensional dwarf mound, and the clusters of words continued to increase and expand, and were crushed and deformed by the invisible wind, gradually shaping into a beast head with a one-horned bird's beak.

The beaked monster beast of the unicorn bird descended on the Purple Mansion, and opened its closed orange eyes sluggishly, and the smoke flowed in the pupils, diffusing the desolate and desolate atmosphere.

The wind is blowing.

The dim air currents composed of countless small words were born from the aperture of the one-horned bird's beak beast skull, and followed Yuan Tianren's dream towards the outside of the Sword Immortal Ruins.

Outside the ruins of the Sword Immortal, there was the Zhou Heaven Realm Forbidden that evolved after the collapse of the Sheng Wuxu Yuan God.

There are hundreds of millions of bright yellow triangular array symbols, overwhelming the world, and the outside of the realm is running as usual, seamlessly, but it is silently penetrated by the dim text airflow, leaving many gaps as fine as dust.

The wind entered the empty sea, like light and electricity, and in an instant, countless fine dusty words caught up with Liang De, who was already confused.

Liang De's eyes were blurred, and in his coma, he vaguely saw that he was shrouded in a gray mist.

It's a headache and a gray fog, is it hard to ......

The words in the fog are arranged and combined, changing colors, and suddenly gathered in one place.

A huge red word "danger" appeared above Liang De's head.

The structure of the word is scattered and shaky, as if it will transform into a "death" character in the next moment.

"Caught up." Yuan Chang, who used the 10,000-volume book to exert his magical powers, breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Ten thousand volumes of breath connected Liang De's life, and after integrating all the influencing factors and possibilities, he revealed the dynamics of his fate at the moment, and fed back to Yuan Tianren and Chang Xuanxuan on the other end in great detail, and the external manifestation was the red word "danger" that appeared above his head.

It's just that it's almost dead, and it's not dead yet.

It's good that this kid catches up before he dies, as for the danger of the empty sea overturning the ship of this primordial realm, for the two Red Tribulation Rank Walkers on the other side, as long as they can reveal a trace of authenticity from the Sword Immortal Ruins blocked by Sheng Wu's Void Remnant Thought, it will be effortless to dissolve.

Chang Xuan runs the true nature of the name [Wanhua Void Yuan], blends into a wisp of Aoki Qi that subdues the dragon and tiger and removes the fire and solidifies the form, attached to the breath of the Ten Thousand Volumes, and transmits to the depths of the martial arts Yuan Shen that Liang Dexing will burn out.

The blood-red word "danger" on Liang De's top gradually subsided, the blood-red faded, and the green surged.

The danger is to get the wood, the text changes, and the word "mast" is synthesized.

A straight cyan mast grew out of the Liang De Martial Dao Yuan Shen.

With the cyan mast as the center, many cyan characters like the sand of the Ganges River gush outward, and the characters are connected into thin cyan lines, the blue lines are staggered, woven into a frame, and a large number of characters are poured in to fill and tamp.

Not long after, a small head and fat body, the bow of the ship resembled a bird's beak, the body was long and straight, and the canopy and oars raised its sails, and under the impetus of the gray breath, it protected Liang De's muddy spirit and sailed smoothly and disappeared into the empty sea.