Meng Yi repaired for a moment, and walked slowly to the Zhentian Monument again with a solemn face, this time, he had completely understood how difficult it was to write the mysterious Zhentian inscription on this Zhentian Ancient Monument, but I was afraid that even twenty inscriptions could not be written!

When the terrifying suppressive power of the Zhentian Ancient Monument descended again, Meng Yi's eyes suddenly froze, no longer hesitated, and a strong mysterious force suddenly opened up and down his body, and all around him, the cyan wind was also condensed, only to see his eyes staring at the inscription on the Zhentian Ancient Monument, forcibly enduring the tingling pain of his pupils, and suddenly poked out a finger. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Above the fingertips, there was a cyan dark light looming.

"Horn da, sa wow... ”

On the ancient stele of Zhentian, the ancient inscription began to exude a mysterious atmosphere, and the ancient words also began to flicker in Meng Yi's pupils again, staring at these ancient inscriptions, Meng Yi also roared, and his fingertips suddenly pointed on the ancient stele of Zhentian, just when he wanted to engrave the inscription on it, since the ancient stele, the mighty suppressive force was also like a sinking mountain, pressing into the depths of his soul.

His wind attribute was once again suppressed to the lowest.

"Hmph. Meng Yi snorted, his face was pale in vain, the fingertips on the ancient monument faintly became a little trembling, the stinging of his eyes, the suppression of attributes, and the pressure of the sinking mountain made him unable to finish a word quickly, so he could only write one stroke at a time, gritting his teeth to portray.

Trumpet!

Da!

Yikes!

One stroke at a time.

And as there were more and more inscriptions on the ancient stele, Meng Yi's cheeks were already covered with cold sweat, and his face was even more pale to the extreme, the stinging, the pressure, and the continuous suppressive force from the Zhentian Ancient Stele, so that every time he wrote a stele, his physical strength weakened rapidly.

And look at this scene.

The faces of everyone in the field, whether they were interlocutors in the area or those outside the area, became extremely solemn.

This Mengyi --

But he is a strong man in the early stage of Sanyuan Pass, and looking at the strong sense of Xuanli, he has broken through this realm for many years at a glance, and this kind of realm is already regarded as the peak powerhouse of the younger generation of Great Xia, but he can only grit his teeth and engrave it one by one, how terrifying is such a suppressive force?

Countless people were all solemn, staring at Meng Yi's slow movements!

A certain moment.

"I can't stand it anymore. ”

Meng Yi suddenly roared, and in a flash of light on his body, the whole person quickly retreated, until he was ten zhang away from the Zhentian Ancient Monument, and then he gasped and stopped.

"Are you okay?" The two Sanyuan Guan powerhouses who were on the same team as him hurriedly stepped forward and supported him.

"How many inscriptions have been written, look at it. Meng Yi gasped, and when his strength recovered slightly, he raised his head violently and swept towards the Zhentian Ancient Monument, and at the same time said eagerly.

into view.

On the ancient stele of that Zhentian, there are eleven inscriptions that are engraved out, exuding the same cyan light as the color of his Xuanli, and in fact, if the attributes are different, the inscriptions engraved on this ancient stele are not the same, such as the attribute of wind, which is cyan, the attribute of fire is red, the attribute of ice is silvery-white, the attribute of earth is yellow, and the attribute of thunder is dark blue.

"Wind attributes, eleven inscriptions, not bad. Panxi sat on top of the ancient monument, swept his eyes, and said lightly.

Hear the words.

Everyone gasped.

A strong man in the early stage of Sanyuan Pass could only write eleven inscriptions on this ancient monument, and they looked at each other, only to feel a dizziness in their brains. No one will live in such a test!

"But in fact, in the old decay, twenty inscriptions can barely pass. Then the silence added.

!##" The crowd swallowed.

It's so difficult to write eleven inscriptions, and twenty of them?

"Alright, go ahead and don't waste time. Silence waved his hand and shouted expressionlessly.

Followed by.

One by one, the intruders stepped forward one after another, engraved ancient characters on the ancient monument, and only when they really stood in front of this ancient monument of Zhentian, these interlopers could feel how terrible the suppressive power of the Zhentian monument for attributes was, it was a kind of suppression that penetrated deep into the soul and was like hundreds of thousands of catties sinking into the mountain.

Heaviness!

Rolling!

Vigorous!

Such a terrible oppressive force, half of which emanated from the ancient monument, and the other half from the seventy-eight inscriptions, united with each other, wanting to completely crush these intertruders~~

One by one, the trespassers stepped forward, and then retreated in embarrassment.

Nine inscriptions~

Ten inscriptions~

Eleven inscriptions~

Twelve inscriptions~~

Soon, the first eight groups of passers have all completed the level, and the one with the best results has only written twelve inscriptions on the Zhentian Monument, although the worst is also a strong person in the early stage of Sanyuan Pass, but because of his advanced age and relatively low talent, he only wrote eight inscriptions and retreated unwillingly!

"So far, the best achievers are the third group, the three of them have written ten inscriptions, eleven inscriptions, twelve inscriptions, a total of thirty-three inscriptions, and the last two groups, you guys, are you ready??"

These last two groups are naturally a group of Luo Fengyun and a group of Luo Ming.

Hearing this, Luo Fengyun took a step forward and hugged his fist at the silence.

"Senior, I'll be ready. Luo Fengyun smiled gently.

"In that case, let's get started. Silence said lightly.

Luo Fengyun turned his head at Li Xiyue, Yan Yue and the two smiled, and then their eyes fell on Li Xiyue's beautiful face, and the softness on her face was even stronger.

"I was the first to go on that moon. ”

"Yes. Li Xiyue nodded lightly.

Sou~

Luo Fengyun's whole person shook in place, and the light on his body flashed, and he had already appeared in front of the ancient monument of Nazhentian, and seeing this scene, the eyes of everyone in the field, especially the third group of intertruders, all fell on Luo Fengyun's slender back.

this group.

is the focus of everyone's attention, I don't know how many inscriptions can be written on the ancient monument of that town by this talented young master of Luomen, Luo Fengyun? ?

For a while, everyone stared at Luo Fengyun's back without blinking, full of anticipation. (To be continued.) )