Xingyue Zhenjun's face was cold, and the five fingers of his right hand were like halberds, like an iron claw piercing through the mirror, ready to wring off the head in the mirror.

However, at this moment, the head slammed forward, like hitting a bell, slamming open the light door, and a right hand grabbed out above the head like lightning, holding the Danqing Holy Pen hanging in the sky tightly in his hand.

In an instant, a majestic force suddenly exploded, the heavens and the earth seemed to collapse in an instant, the air vibrated like waves, giving birth to an incomparably terrifying wind, and the light gate was torn apart, disappearing at the end of the steps in a blink of an eye.

Under this influence, the mirror in Xingyue Zhenjun's hand was crooked, and she pulled out a piece of bloody flesh inside, and the blood dripped down her fingertips, dotting brown flowers on her purple clothes, and her face was already extremely difficult to see.

"Wow!"

Mo Wentian spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell straight down at the top of the Danqing Palace, with a 'bang', it slammed heavily on the ground, and he snorted in pain.

At this time, his left shoulder had been pulled out of a fist-like blood hole, and the white bones of Senran were faintly visible, and blood was gurgling out of it, and in less than a moment, half of his body had been dyed blood-brown.

Such a serious injury, even if it is Jin Dan Zhenjun, it is going to hurt the vitality, but Mo Wentian's face has an ecstatic look, because these are completely worth it, in the palm of his right hand, he is holding a pen that contains the mysteries of heaven and earth, and the crystal light like jade makes people's eyes can't help but be confused.

Mo Wentian got up on the ground with difficulty, staggering two steps to stabilize his body. Looking at the supreme treasure in his right hand, his eyes were filled with a dreamy look, and his heart let out a soul-shaking cry.

"Danqing Holy Pen! In the future, your master will be called Mo Wentian, you will not be silent here, you will follow him to conquer the world, your legend will continue to be written in the border wilderness, and a new legend will be cast in the Xuanhuang Continent. ”

As if in response to his words, the Danqing Holy Pen made a 'buzz' sound, and a colorful streamer flashed out on the tip of the pen, spreading up along the barrel of the pen. Wandering up and down Mo Wentian's body. It was as if a gap had been found in the wound on the shoulder, and the brilliant light continued to pour in.

In an instant, Mo Wentian seemed to be bathed in blue light with all his limbs, and his whole body was full of radiance. It seems to be spring rain moistening everything. It's like the morning star shining in the sky. Moistened by the colorful soft light, his face gradually turned rosy, and the wound on his shoulder healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This ......"

Mo Wentian's expression was a little surprised. There are rumors in the cultivation world, but as long as it is a spiritual weapon, it is possible to give birth to spirituality. He has never seen it, and he doesn't know whether it is true or false, after all, this thing is a treasure that the Yuanying True King will covet, of course, it can't be an ordinary Jindan True Monarch can see, but he didn't expect the rumors to be true, and the Danqing Holy Pen in front of him is obviously spiritual.

The colorful light gradually dissipated, and Mo Wentian was inexplicably relaxed, as if a huge mountain in his heart had collapsed, and it seemed that if he gently went up, he could ride the clouds and fog into the sky.

Danqing Hall is the mansion of the true king of Danqing, and the prohibitions in it are all laid by him, and at this time, he has been recognized by the Danqing holy pen, which is regarded as the inheritance of the true king, and the geomagnetic prohibition in the hall will naturally not fortify him.

Since he has obtained the Danqing Holy Pen as he wished, there is no need to stay in the Danqing Palace, Mo Wentian is making preparations to leave the Danqing Palace, but in a blink of an eye, he thought that there were still eight Taibao Zhenjun waiting outside the palace, if he went out like this, wouldn't he fall into the net.

The thirteen Taibao of the Seven Star Palace, according to his own inference, are all around Dongmu Zhenjun, and there are even a few stronger ones, and the cultivation is close to the two heads of the Xiantian Sect, Mo Wentian can still deal with the previous one, if the two of them can only flee in the wilderness, and if they are surrounded by three people, it is very difficult to escape.

But there are eight people outside the hall, if they break out now, even if there is a Danqing holy pen, it will definitely be a dead end, how can this be good?

When he was in a dilemma, he turned his eyes to look around, but he couldn't help but look stunned, but he saw that the wall was like waves in the sea, twisting wildly, and the mural showed a cracked appearance, and the world inside was staging a shocking scene like the end of heaven and earth.

Mountains began to collapse, and the bluestone steps that seemed to be a giant dragon circling and lying down were also collapsing inch by inch, the trees and flowers were all turned into powder, and large puffs of dust and smoke were swept up from the ground by the whirlwind and rushed straight into the sky.

The rocks fell like a torrential rain, smashing on the fierce beasts in the valley, and they were aroused to be ferocious, frantically breaking free of the chains, roaring through the cliffs, and rushing towards the Jindan Zhenjun in the middle of the mountain, the violent aura was extremely strong, as if it was about to break out of the wall.

Jianshui Taibao panicked, opened his mouth and spit down the valley, a rolling river broke out of his throat, sprayed like an avalanche, and a thousand zhang waterfall flew down, and when he was about to break the head of a six-winged and four-legged flying snake, he fell back into the valley in a circle.

But there were dozens of ancient fierce beasts, how could he resist, a long-billed monster bird with three eyes fluttered its wings and pounced, and the extremely sharp long beak pecked at the head of the thrifty water Taibao, and suddenly pierced like a sugar gourd, revealing the white brain marrow inside.

After pecking at the death of the Jianshui Taibao, the ancient fierce bird threw the corpse to the side, and then flapped its wings and pecked at the Liangyan Taibao, but this time it pecked at a human-shaped rock, and its sharp beak was broken, and it fluttered its wings and rolled in pain.

But there are a lot of ancient beasts, and when one is injured at this time, two of them immediately pounce forward, an ancient golden-horned rhinoceros and an ancient iron-skinned mammoth pounce forward, and the golden horn and iron hooves stomped on it, shattering the human-shaped rock inch by inch, and blood mixed with rubble spilled all over the ground.

The death of the two Taibao Zhenjun made Wen Yu Taibao have the sad thought of the rabbit dying of the fox, and with a sad roar that opened his eyes, he spit out a golden pill, jumped off the cliff with a hideous face, and pinched his own golden pill, wanting to die with those fierce beasts.

Boom shook, as if the heavens and the earth were cracking, the surrounding peaks collapsed one after another, revealing a huge pit with a radius of hundreds of feet, several fierce beasts were blown up flesh and blood, and what was even worse was that the wall did not bear the load, the mural was in the place where Jindan exploded, and actually cracked a finger-thick gap, but the length was enough.

But in the world in the painting, it is fully magnified hundreds of times, a hundred zhang of heaven and earth cut out of the sky, and the fierce beasts that fell inside have become a puddle of ink, and some have lost half of their bodies, and there are more than 20 fierce beasts that are disabled at this time, and the rest have become frightened birds, scattering in a hurry, far away from the moat.

In this delayed effort, it saved the lives of the two heads of the Xiantian Sect, the two dignified heads of the supreme, but they fled in a hurry like a lost dog, hiding in the mountains and mountains, and spit out the golden pill to release the natal supernatural power.

Thousands of miles of ice and snow, thousands of miles of fire burning thousands of miles of clouds, the two heads are worthy of the top ten Jindan Zhenjun of Zheng Guo's strength, in the mountain range where Qianli Ice is hiding, it becomes a crystal like jade ice and snow in a moment, and the peak where Wanli Fire is located is spewing flames, and the foot of the mountain turns into a cross-flowing magma.

The iceberg was extremely cold, the volcanic flames were surging, and even though the ancient beasts knew that there were people hidden in the Dao, they all hated the cold and flames, and they were not willing to step forward, but they temporarily saved their lives.

As for the golden shadow and the true monarch of the stars and moons, in the world of the painting, they are already in the clouds, even if those fierce beasts are fast, they will not be able to threaten for a while, but the door that originally stood in the clouds has completely collapsed, and if you want to leave the world in the painting, you must return to the ground and come out of the door in the corner of the Danqing Palace.

But now they are all fierce beasts are furious, rampant in the valley, if the two of them return the same way at this time, they will inevitably become the object of the anger of many fierce beasts, naturally they will not do such a stupid thing, they all stand in the sky and look down at the ground, their faces are already difficult to see.

In a moment, this shocking scene was taken into view by Mo Wentian, and he didn't expect to lose the suppression of the Danqing Holy Pen, this mural has begun to collapse, and now it is just a small crack in the Daodao, I am afraid that it will not take long for it to collapse into a pile of powder, and the world of the Middle Ages in the painting will completely disappear.

Such an interesting scene, you won't see it in the future, looking at the mural at the top of the main hall, the golden shadow standing in the clouds blankly, Mo Wentian sneered at the corner of his mouth, if you have revenge, you don't want to report it, when will you report it?

With this thought, he waved his sleeves and rose into the air, floated in front of the wall, and said with a hearty smile: "Tianyi Zhenjun, when you humiliate Lao Tzu, you can think of feng shui in turn, everything has a reincarnation, if you don't believe it, look up, Lao Tzu will slap your face." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his palms and spread his fingers, and slapped them with great pleasure, hitting the face of the golden shadow in the mural, as if a fly was parked there.

At the same time, in the world of the painting, the golden shadow stood in the clouds, looking down at the feet with an ugly face, looking at the ancient beasts shuttling between the mountains, frowning and thinking about a way to leave the world world in the painting.

Suddenly, in the sky above his head, there was an ethereal sound, which seemed to sound in another world, erratic and elusive.

"There is a reincarnation in everything, if you don't believe in looking up, who has God spared?" The golden shadow muttered to itself, looking up at the heavens in confusion.

But at the end of the sky, a giant palm that turned into clouds and mist suddenly slapped down obliquely, and swept fiercely across his face, as if a strong wind was blowing on his face, blowing a hot pain on his face.

The golden shadow reached out to touch his face, and when he was a little dazed, the voice above his head continued to sound: "Tianyi Zhenjun, God will not spare you, Lao Tzu will not spare you, those who insult people will always humiliate them, this slap is to return you." ”

The clouds and mist rolled violently, and a giant palm condensed in a moment, pumping away with a wave of wind and heat, and slapped at the golden shadow's face that was as ugly as a dead man in an instant. (To be continued......)