"How? to try or not to try?" Silence glanced at Luo Ming again, his brow furrowed slightly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Then try it. Hearing this, Luo Ming smiled.

Sou~

He stepped forward, the fire shadow flashed, the whole person moved out horizontally, and the next moment, he was already standing in front of the Zhentian Ancient Monument, and now at close range, Luo Ming raised his head and swept away, and carefully looked at the Zhentian Ancient Monument, if he expected it to be right, this ancient monument should contain a terrifying void power, including the seventy-eight Zhentian inscriptions, the same.

As Silence said before.

A disciple of the Huoyun Holy Land meditated in front of the Zhentian Ancient Monument for seven hundred and forty-nine days, once enlightened, he directly broke through from the peak of the Sanyuan Pass to the realm of the Imperial Sky, presumably, it should also be because of the kind of void power contained in it, from Luo Ming's vision, this kind of void power should be a certain big person in the Huoyun Holy Land, and he used his great divine power to shoot into the Zhentian Monument, so that this Zhentian Ancient Monument was born with a mysterious aura!

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Seeing this scene, the faces of those who watched also showed a look of consternation.

Really try?

Isn't this a self-inflicted disgrace!!

"Login. Xia Zhi's face changed, and he hurriedly shouted.

After knowing the identity of Luo Ming's Holy Xuan Divine Envoy, he also put Luo Ming in a very important position, although he was not a friend, but he also didn't want to see him embarrassed in front of everyone.

"If you want to try, let him try, maybe, what if we win?" The crazy knife grabbed his hair, and glanced at Xia Zhi, but they all shook their heads and smiled bitterly, unless Luo Ming wrote twenty-four inscriptions, otherwise, what to win!

Seeing that Luo Ming still dared to step forward in such a situation, Li Xiyue's cold eyes swept over him, and then quietly withdrew.

Silence sat on the ancient monument of the town and looked down at Luo Ming, he could naturally feel that the realm of this sub was not very high, only the fifth layer of body protection, at this age and this realm, in fact, there was nothing to try, and it was a vain attempt to try, but Luo Ming's courage also made Silence Gao glance at it and nodded secretly.

"Let's get started. Silence ceases with a wave of his robe.

Hearing this, Luo Ming took a step directly, and then stepped into the scope of the Zhentian Monument, and suddenly, the terrifying suppressive force of the Zhentian Monument was also like a tide, as if there was a 10,000-pound mountain that was fiercely suppressed, and that kind of suppressive force directly made Luo Ming snort, only to feel that the three attributes of thunder, fire, and ice in his body had become completely chaotic!

"It's really repressive. Luo Ming's face changed.

Immediately, he no longer hesitated, and his eyes hurriedly swept towards the ancient stele of Zhentian, and when he saw it, the seventy-eight inscriptions also exuded a wonderful atmosphere. Each inscription exuded a terrifying aura, roaring like a sharp sword, stabbing his eyes.

The sharp aura of this inscription is impossible to resist at all, because someone has tried to close his eyes and directly remember the seventy-eight inscriptions in his mind, wanting to engrave them by feeling, however, when he closed his eyes, the seventy-eight inscriptions actually dissipated directly in his mind, no matter how he recalled, he couldn't remember even one inscription.

It's like.

He had never seen the seventy-eight inscriptions, and he had no memory of them!

So!

The interlocutor could only open his eyes and endure the sharp aura of the sword.

"Can't close your eyes, can you do that holy eye?" Luo Ming's eyes flashed, only to see his right arm raised, at that fingertip, a milky white light like a flame, also suddenly appeared, Luo Ming wiped two fingers above his eyes, and suddenly, Luo Ming's eyes were filled with silver-white light.

It is the Holy Eye.

Put the holy power on the pupil to form that strange eye, and once the holy eye is opened, even if it is separated by a distance, the holy master can see some martial arts hysteria in the Xuanzhi's body.

After this time.

Luo Ming opened his eyes again, the seventy-eight inscriptions, seventy-eight sharp breaths were like swords tearing through the air and cutting out, only to see a flash of white light in Luo Ming's pupils, and it was actually directly blocked by dozens of sharp breaths, although there were still more than twenty breaths piercing into the depths of Luo Ming's eyes, but this kind of stinging was not as good as before.

"It works. Luo Ming was overjoyed.

And look at this scene.

"That's. . . Holy power, open the holy eye with holy power?It is indeed feasible to use the holy eye to resist the fierce breath of the inscription, but I didn't expect that this son is actually a holy teacher. A look of surprise flashed across Xuan Lone's face.

Apparently.

It was the first time he had seen such a young Saint Xuan Double Cultivator, in that Fire Cloud Holy Land, there were many Saint Masters and many Xuan Cultivators, but there were very few Saint Xuan Double Cultivators.

Seeing Luo Ming break through in this way, those who watched were also shocked.

"Holy Master, he is still a Holy Master, no wonder he dares to give it a try, he can open his holy eyes at such an age, and his talent in holy cultivation is only not weak. ”

"I heard that in the entire temple, there are only thirty or forty people who can open the Holy Eye??"

"What's the matter? Writing the Zhentian inscription is based on talent and attributes, if his Xuanzhi talent is not good, no matter how to use some side doors, there is only one word of defeat. ”

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Luo Ming didn't care about the discussion of the outside world, his mind was all on the seventy-eight mysterious inscriptions. Although these inscriptions are all simple ancient characters, each of them exudes a wonderful aura, and this aura must be the power of the void.

Luo Ming used the power of the holy eye to stare at those inscriptions with his eyes open, compared with others, because he opened the holy eye, he could clearly see the strokes of these mysterious inscriptions, and even this whole mysterious inscription, after staring at it for a long time, Luo Ming's mind even began to appear over and over again The shape of these mysterious inscriptions appeared, like ancient elves, beating in the void, full of spirituality.

Like an ancient sigil.

Faintly.

Luo Ming seems to have caught some mysterious power at a certain time, and this kind of capture is fleeting.

"This Zhentian inscription is extraordinary, absolutely extraordinary, and has mysterious and powerful power. A strange look flashed in Luo Ming's eyes, and when he was about to catch it again, on the ancient monument of Zhentian, the terrifying suppressive force surged like a tide again, interrupting Luo Ming's silk, as if to remind him that it was time to write the inscription!

This kind of suppressive power is too terrifying, and in just a few moments, the three attributes in Luo Ming's body have been completely suppressed, and a trace of cold sweat has begun to appear on his forehead.

He gritted his teeth.

"Thunder Seal, Fire Seal, it's up to you. Luo Ming gritted his teeth, and between the operation of the heavens, in the dantian, the two attribute marks of thunder and fire were directly transformed into the continuous attribute power, flowing in Luo Ming's body, firmly protecting the two mysterious forces of thunder and fire, and even, there was a faint rebound force, wanting to rebound the suppressive force from the Zhentian Monument.

As for the attribute of the ice, because there was no protection of the seed seal, it was directly suppressed to the lowest level in an instant.

Luo Ming tried to use the occult power of ice.

However, he found that under the suppression of the Zhentian Ancient Monument, the Xuan Power of Ice had just appeared on the surface of the body, and it was directly retracted.

"Fortunately, there are two attribute seals of thunder and fire seals, otherwise, I am afraid that all three attributes will have to be completely suppressed, then we can only lose. Luo Ming muttered in his heart, and breathed a sigh of relief, although the attribute of ice was suppressed, he still had the power of the two attributes of thunder and fire, and looking at it like this, even if it was as strong as the Zhentian Ancient Monument, it was also a thunder seal, and there was no way to do the fire seal!!

So.

This kind of attribute suppression is actually completely ineffective for Luo Ming!!

Suppressed the ice attribute?

So what, Luo Ming has three attributes in his body, and the power of the other two attributes is protected by treasure seals!!

"That mysterious power just now is definitely from this Zhentian inscription, which is very powerful. Luo Ming thought to himself.

"Forget it, leave this alone for the time being, let's catch it while writing, that Huoyun Holy Land disciple can enlighten in front of this Zhentian Monument, I wonder if I can?" Thinking like this, Luo Ming's palm suddenly changed, and he quickly pointed out a finger and pointed it on the Zhentian Stone Tablet, and began to engrave the inscription!

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Luo Ming stood in front of the ancient monument of Zhentian for three hours, but he did not write a single inscription, and the capture of the mysterious power seemed to be only for a moment, but in fact, it was already three hours later, and it was almost evening.

"Can't even write an inscription?"

"If you can't write, you can quickly retreat, stand on it and be embarrassed not to say anything, and waste everyone's time. ”

"Stupid, can't you?" Seeing Luo Ming standing in front of the monument like a fool, one station was three hours, and everyone frowned and shouted angrily, but the silence did not speak, and they had no choice but to watch Luo Ming motionless in front of the monument, like an ancient statue.

"Oh, look, start writing. ”

"Hehe, I'll see, this bastard can write a few inscriptions. ”

"I guess five at most. ”

"Five?"

"I guess three. ”

"Bet 2,000 coins, do you dare?"

"Come, who's afraid of whom. ”

Luo Ming writes very slowly, this slowness is very different from those who broke through in front of him, as if, every time he writes an inscription, he will think for a while, as if he is thinking about something, and in this kind of pondering, there are more and more inscriptions on the ancient monument of Zhentian.

Click

sprinkle

Narrow

Karma

Hoarse~

Swish!

When he finished writing, it was already the eleventh inscription that appeared on the ancient stele of Zhentian, and Luo Ming did not have any weakness, he seemed to be silent for a moment, and then began to write the twelfth inscription, the whole scene, with the passage of time, has become silent, the needle can be heard, and the eyes are also with a look of surprise, staring at Luo Ming's movements.

The thirteenth!

The fourteenth!

Fifteenth!

The sixteenth!

Seventeenth!

No hurry, no hurry~

The pen is like a god!

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On the ancient monument, the silence that was originally sitting cross-legged stood up suddenly, and a trace of solemnity flashed for the first time in the depths of his eyes.

"There is such a thing. ”

ps is there no one to reward, if there is four chapters of tomorrow, quack quack. (To be continued.) )