The formation of the phoenix head statue seemed to be an omen, almost at the moment when it was formed, the entire flame instantly lost its ability to resist, and suddenly compressed into a ball, condensing into an incomparably simple wooden plaque.

The wooden plaque is so simple, and the phoenix head statue is so ornate that the whole token looks extremely funny, as if it doesn't match at all, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.

But whether it is the phoenix head statue or the simple wooden plaque, there is a sense of beauty around it, and it seems that the lines that are simple to the extreme also have an attractive eye, which makes people look at the wooden plaque and can't take their eyes off it, they can only keep looking at the blazing flames on the wooden plaque.

It's just that after the wooden card is formed, it is just quietly suspended in the air, without the slightest reaction, it seems that it is just an ordinary wooden card, without any power, if Ning Xu is not rubbed out with flames with his own hands, I am afraid that he himself will think that this is an ordinary wooden card.

The power of the wooden card is not in the wooden card itself, but in the characters that seemed so vague before.

This thought flashed through Ning Xu's mind instantly, and after thinking of this matter, he became more and more sure, it must be like this, because that character can make him unable to look directly at him who showed the aura of the law with the help of Ning Lou's power, it must be powerful to a limit.

The remaining flames converged on the surface of the wooden card, constantly exuding an incomparably powerful aura, and even Ning Xu, who was wearing the aura of Void Lawlessness, felt a lot of oppression.

You must know that the aura of the law, even if he has just comprehended a little bit of the aura of the law condensed, the aura is extremely powerful, if he can use this aura with his own strength.

Even if the current undead plague was twice as powerful, he could easily resist it with the power of the law aura.

From knights to knights, earls to marquises, dukes to true gods, these three realms are all moat-like existences, and when you step out, you will be divided into immortals.

"Huh, since that's the case, there's only ......" Ning Xu narrowed his eyes slightly, and quickly sketched in his heart the first phoenix law that he had seen by luck when he awakened, the phoenix was originally the monarch in the fire, not to mention the ancestor of all phoenixes, the first phoenix.

The power of the soul mixed with a little aura of law quickly wrote and painted in the sky above the sea of fire, and just by chatting a few strokes, he sketched a beautiful phoenix, covered with countless golden halos, which looked extremely sacred.

It's just that the phoenix looks like it's half dead, its pupils are filled with an indifferent look, and its eyes are empty, as if it's falling into a deep sleep

"Boom!" Above the Flame Soul Sea, the phoenix that was originally soaring was instantly attracted, flapping its wings, and flew in the direction of the Primal Phoenix Phantom that had just been outlined.

The flame phoenix flew into the phantom of Shi Feng, and the flames emanating from the flame phoenix were immediately absorbed by Shi Feng, and a trace of brilliance appeared in Shi Feng's originally emotionless eyes.

The moment the Primal Phoenix Phantom gained its spiritual wisdom, the spiritual power in Ning Xu's body surged out violently and rushed towards his palm.

Those spiritual powers quickly transformed into blazing firelight, and in the firelight, a beautiful feather gradually faded and the flame wave emerged, which was the predecessor of the Phoenix Feather Sword, the Divine Feather of the Phoenix.

Looking at the feather, Ning Xu's eyes were in a trance, and he unconsciously stretched out his hand to hold the upper end of the feather, as if he was holding a pen, and pointed towards the simple wooden card.

"Boom!" A majestic coercion to the extreme volleyed into the sky, brilliant to the extreme, without the slightest bit of nothingness of the golden divine ring condensed from the void, a white-clothed phantom appeared in front of the divine ring, and his emotionless eyes quietly looked down at Ning Xu who was holding a phoenix feather.

But the problem is not only this coercion, the problem is also the spiritual power, the moment the tip of the pen touches the wooden card, the spiritual power in his body seems to be out of control and keeps surging towards the wooden card firmly wrapped in flames.

When the nib of the pen fell, the flames around the wooden card quickly converged, and drilled into the wooden card, and a little golden trace appeared on the surface of the wooden card in an instant, leaving a golden trace with the abnormal movement of the nib.

Under the double crisis of coercion and spiritual power, in the rather ethereal aura behind Ning Xu's head, the only point of condensation continued to become more and more brilliant, just a little bit was dazzling as if it was the rising sun in the sky.

The handwriting appeared on the wooden plaque little by little, it was a simplified Chinese character, and the comparison was not complicated, but Ning Xu struggled to write, as if it had taken a lot of time before a Chinese character appeared on the wooden plaque.

Flame!

The moment this word appeared, the condensed divine ring behind the white-clothed phantom turned around, and an incomparably hot flame emerged from it, hanging beside him, the heat, and even the dark night and Shi Lu, who were trying to stop the spread of the plague, were attracted by it, and looked at the phantom, their eyes were full of consternation.

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The night, or the original night, has been rendered as if it were white at this time, and around the mall, everyone looked up at the scorching sun in the sky.

The white robe continued to fly with the fierce wind, a long sword behind his back, surrounded by infinite flames, and a giant phantom standing in the sky, looking up into the distance

Several Buddhist powerhouses sat around the building, and each of them had a Buddha phantom popping out, emitting a golden light, and the golden light shrouded down, and countless Sanskrit characters hung on the surface of the mask, and the light mask seemed to have no effect on the phantom, but it was still broken through its barrier by the phantom and stood between heaven and earth.

"Yan Junning Building!" Lu Song raised his head, looking at the phantom's gaze full of astonishment, but the difference was that there was still a faint admiration and relief in his eyes, how could he not know how Yan Jun's phantom appeared?

If it weren't for the descendants of Yanjun who were still inside the building now, it would be impossible for others to summon the power of Yanjun, and in other regions, they were struggling to rely on the Great Array to block the undead plague, and the reason why they were still so relaxed on their side was precisely this Yanjun descendant.

It stands to reason that he was already qualified to evacuate the moment he encountered the undead plague, he was not a penistor, just an ordinary professional, without the duty of fighting to the death, the responsibility of ordinary professionals is to fight against dimensional creatures, and guarding should be the responsibility of their consul.

Even if it is a penistor, even if it is a guillotine, in the case of encountering the plague of the undead, it is beyond reproach to choose whether to retreat, the strength of the individual is too weak in the face of this kind of thing, and leaving is just a senseless sacrifice, and it is undoubtedly a sadness to let the warrior sacrifice in order to embody the spirit, unless, it is the kind of real super strong.

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"Gan, why is this thing so disgusting?"

Ning Xu naturally didn't know that Lu Song had such a high opinion of him, for him, he naturally felt that he was able to help out, which was right, but if he was really helpless, of course, he would retreat directly, sacrificing spirit or something, he had it, but he wouldn't waste his life here.

What bothered him at this time was that even though the spiritual power output had reached the maximum, the second character had been difficult to appear, which seemed to be a bottleneck, even if he continued to squeeze the aura of the law, he couldn't make that character emerge.

But he didn't realize that when he continued to input spiritual power, the Ning Lou Phantom floating behind him, the figure in his eyes became richer and richer, no longer just a puppet like before, but as if this had really become a doppelganger of that Yan Jun, the kind of identity that could use power!

In the sea of knowledge, the phantom of the first phoenix slowly trembled, and the aura brought by the flame phoenix became more and more profound, but with a sense of vicissitudes.

"Ugh." A slight sigh sounded in the sea of knowledge, but it seemed to come from eons ago, with a faint atmosphere of desolation, and the sense of desolation of countless years of vicissitudes.

Shi Feng raised his head, his gaze quickly looked through the constraints of the sea of consciousness to the outside world, his gaze looked into the distance, there, surrounded by pitch darkness, a huge corpse lay across the wasteland, only a small area under the corpse, is the fragrance of birds and flowers, with infinite vitality.

Inside, it seems that there is still some life alive in it.

Shi Feng sighed again, withdrew his gaze, with a little sadness in his eyes, he lowered his head and looked at Ning Xu, who was struggling to draw a wooden sign, but the corners of his mouth turned up with a smile.

Yes, even if it is a bird, it really seems to be a smile, and one can feel a little pleasure in the soul of the great ancient being, so much so that even the creature that looks at it will become happy, suggesting that it belongs to the interference power of the strong.

"I wish you well, it's better not to stay in the world for this filthy thing." Shi Feng glanced up at the flesh and blood hall, his gaze passed through the barrier of the wall, saw everything behind the wall, looked at the flesh and blood heart, and the human form in the heart, and couldn't help but show a disgusted gaze.

Suddenly, as if the sense of oppression disappeared in an instant, Ning Xu felt that the quill in his hand was instantly much better, and the obstacle to writing the next character had completely disappeared.

The tip of the pen crossed the surface of the wooden card, and the iron drew a silver hook, and an incomparably clear character appeared on the wooden card.

Monarch!

The two words are connected, Yanjun!

"Boom." The word Yanjun was formed, and the spiritual power in Ning Xu's body was instantly attracted, and it continued to rush towards the pen, and the third and last character condensed out on the wooden card again.