Chapter 123: The Great Demon Skill of the Five Emperors

At this time, the third eye of the Seven Rings suddenly opened, and suddenly there were thousands of rays of light, and a demon-subduing sword glowing with the supreme Buddha's light shot out, heading straight for the demon baby.

Tianyou also cast the nine-character sword seal in an instant, and a golden long sword with a golden light talisman entangled in the whole body also shot towards the demon baby!

The two swords came one after another, both passing through the body of the demon baby, and a terrible scream came out, and the body of the demon baby dissipated!

But just when the two of them relaxed their minds, a black light shot out from the body of the demon baby again! This is the real killer of the three-foot earth spirit demon!

This black light came in an instant, with the power of destroying the world and destroying the earth! If you are hit by this black light, let alone the realm of the six masters, even if it is the late stage of the seven-star soul transformation realm, it will definitely disappear!

The three-foot earth spirit demon Lu Kun laughed frantically and said, "Little rabbit cub, ginger is old and spicy!" ”

But before he finished laughing, the situation in front of him changed dramatically!

I saw Tianyou take out a simple bronze mirror from the treasure bag, and the black light happened to shine on the bronze mirror, and the bronze mirror burst out with bursts of halo, and the black light was reflected back, heading straight for the three-foot earth spirit demon Lu Kun!

Lu Kun couldn't see the scene outside the money array, and was laughing, when the black light hit his forehead, and before he even had time to scream, he died!

"It's dangerous!" Qijie wiped the cold sweat on his head and said.

Tianyou gasped heavily, obviously afraid of the moment just now, if it weren't for these eight golden yang treasure mirrors, he would have been dead for a long time.

"Big brother, now let's?" Qijie asked.

"Take Yunfei back to Qiyun Village, the date of the Heavenly Master Conference is approaching, go back and practice diligently, and recuperate!" Tianyou said after thinking for a moment.

Time flies, and the white horse flies.

In the strange village, the green trees lean on the green, and the flowing water sounds in the air. Between the lush greenery, the flowers pave the incense path.

Tianyou sat up from the wooden couch, stretched his waist, took the inkstone and the large pen on the case, and pushed the door out.

Outside the white stone small pool, there is half an acre, soaked in green and green, under the spring breeze, it is still halo and colorful, and the vitality is depressed.

"Whew~" Tianyou exhaled a breath of white air, squatted down, and began to wash the inkstone.

The pool water is half warm, the tentacles are not cold, as the ink in the inkstone is washed away, the true color of the inkstone is soon revealed, the stone is turquoise, elegant and rare, the quality is firm and fine, crystal like jade.

Touch it with your hands, the lines are delicate, caressing it like a skin, and the warm and moist coolness flows around the fingertips, faintly, as if you hear an ethereal and clear sound.

If there is a discerning person, you can see that such an inkstone has an elegant name called Shuiyu Duck Head Green, which was out of the year, and I don't know how many readers were crazy, and it can be passed on as an heirloom.

It took half an hour for Tianyou to wash the inkstone, and then began to wash the pen again.

Compared with carefully washing the inkstone, washing the pen is much easier, I saw him holding a large pen, with a slight wave, the full ink unfolded in the water, like a flowery ink-colored lotus, faint and deep.

There are birds in the ears, the fragrance of ink in the nose, the breeze blows in the face, and the flowers and trees enter the painting.

After washing the large pen and inkstone, Tianyou returned to the house and sat by the desk.

"Big brother, I'm here to get water." Qijie took the jade bowl, and the spring water inside was clear and cold, with a faint aroma.

"Hmm." Tianyou nodded, took the jade bowl, poured a little spring water into the inkstone surface, and then put the ink block.

Taking a deep breath, Tianyou held his breath and began to sharpen the ink.

As the saying goes, grinding ink is like a disease.

When grinding ink, the force should be uniform and the speed should be slow, otherwise, the ink will not be good, affecting the calligraphy and painting.

Qijie watched from the side, as a big boss, he couldn't grind ink, and he didn't know what his eldest brother had been crazy about recently, and he didn't meditate and practice, and he splashed ink and painted every day, like a poor scholar.

But now look at God's blessing, in the meditation room, the posture is like a pine, the ink is like a disease, and it is delicate and silent.

The inkstone, the ink fragrance, the beautiful boy, the whole picture is like a pastel-colored landscape painting, there is an indescribable charm floating.

Seeing this, Qijie, who dislikes reading the most, has the urge to practice calligraphy and painting.

Of course, it's just impulse.

Seeing that there was nothing else to do, Qijie left quietly, without making a sound, and soon came outside to practice Luohan boxing, and as his skills deepened, he changed a lot.

In the main hall, there is a faint fragrance of ink.

Tianyou grinded while looking out the window.

I saw the new light reflecting the water, the green clouds flooding, the fine scales haunting, the cranes growing, and the elegant bamboo, the green pines and cypresses, and the soft willows.

It is really as quiet as the mountains as ancient, and the days as long as small years.

After chanting the small poem, the ink is polished.

Look closely, the ink is in the inkstone, black and dull, the halo is warm, and the fragrance is dense, not the fragrance of flowers, but the fragrance of flowers.

Tianyou spread out the white paper, took a large pen, dipped the tip of the pen in ink, groaned slightly, and put the pen into words.

Looking carefully, Tianyou sat up straight, his eyes were heavy, stroke by stroke, hook by stroke, writing very slowly, as if there was a boulder hanging on the tip of the pen.

This kind of brushwork is not like writing, but like carving a monument.

Almost at the same time, a bulge appeared on Tianyou's forehead, like a vajra bead, and like a heavenly court seal, with a red patch on it, the color became darker and thicker, and it almost turned into substance.

In an instant, the qi and blood in the body seemed to be driven by the dignified brushwork, like a dragon and a snake, from the bottom to the top, straight to the center of the eyebrows.

Click, click, click, the next moment, like thunder, Tianyou's eyebrows are beating non-stop.

"It's coming!" Tianyou knew that this time he just borrowed the momentum of the dignified brushwork like a mountain, and he could break through the bottleneck in advance, such an opportunity was rare but not sought, so he tried his best to mobilize the qi and blood in his body.

Qi and blood are intangible and qualitative, and this urge is immediately like a hot pot with oil, and the raging flames burn, producing an incredible force that hits the eyebrow level heavily.

Click, click, click, spider-like cracks appeared on the eyebrow level, but it was still tough and not cracked.

"It's still not enough." Tianyou understands that his cultivation of the Heavenly Book Exercises is still shallow, and his qi and blood have not yet reached the peak, and now he is just using this rare artistic conception to impact, and he can't do it like that.

But at this time, if you give up, you will be unwilling.

"Looks like we're going to have to rush." Tianyou thought of the secret method recorded in the Book of Heaven about rushing to the level, took a deep breath, and five phantoms appeared, and sucked in suddenly.

Coo, in less than half a breath, another strong stream of qi and blood rushed out of the body, and with lightning speed, it violently slammed into the eyebrow level.

Click, a crisp sound, the level is completely broken, and the blood is on the brain.

Boom, qi and blood rushed into the Heavenly Court in the heart of the eyebrows, and the sun turned into a great sun, and the flames rolled and dispelled the darkness.

"Open it for me!" Tianyou spat out the truth, continued to extract the qi and blood in his body, and poured up to the Heavenly Court Mud Pill Palace, turning into a great sun, and endless brilliance fell, opening up the world and sweeping the world.

The sun rises higher and higher, the brilliance becomes brighter and brighter, the flames become more and more vigorous, and the sea of knowledge grows bigger and bigger.

I don't know how long it took, Tianyou felt very tired, so he stopped to rest for a while.

"There's one last step left." Tianyou's eyes are clear, silently reciting incantations, in the dantian, words burst out, octagonal hanging, blooming immeasurably bright.

As soon as the spell fell, the wind in the dantian rose, and black shadows surged from all directions, and in less than ten breaths, they merged together, forming five vague shadows.

The vague shadow is the soul.

"It's done!" As soon as the soul came out, the dantian seemed to be immediately blessed with a mysterious power, becoming firm and unbreakable.

Hum, hum, hum, sensing the changes in the dantian, the Eight Views of the Golden Yang Treasure Mirror automatically flew out of the sleeve, shrunk, turned into a golden light, and threw it into the center of the eyebrows.

The treasure mirror hung above the heavenly spirit, hanging down the precious light like a curtain of pearls, protecting the soul that had just been condensed.

"Finally it worked!" Tianyou had a smile on his face, only to feel that there was a shackle on his body, which was very relaxed.

"God bless, are you the long-lost Great Demon Skill of the Five Emperors?" As he spoke, two figures suddenly appeared in front of Tianyou, unbelievable.