Chapter 62: The Divine Pen of Creation

The trip to the Mountain of Ten Thousand Beasts has come to an end.

With the defeat of the spirit beasts of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, the originally prosperous forest was full of withering colors at this moment, and wisps of green lights rose up, exuding an aura of destruction, making them shudder.

At this moment, the ancestor who annihilated the world saw this change in the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, and suddenly, a fierce light appeared on the beast's eyes.

The spirit beasts were killed and wounded, and even the strong people such as the pterosaur were beheaded, not to mention the others.

Half a column of incense after that.

The disciples of the two teams A and B left here one after another.

"Senior Brother Xiao Fan, what about Senior Brother Xiao Zhan?" Broken Trace asked as he walked.

"Don't worry about it, let's go out first!"

Xiao Fan said.

"Oh!" Breakbreak nodded slightly.

At this time, a young man in a Taoist robe haunted the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain at a rapid pace, as if he was looking for something.

At this time, this figure was noticed by Liu Fuxiang's beautiful eyes, and immediately, the beautiful eyes swept up slightly, flashing with curious brilliance.

"Aren't Taoist priests usually staying in Taoist temples? How can there be this extremely dangerous Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain?"

While hearing the former's words, Xiao Fan glanced at the figure with both eyes, shook his head mysteriously, and then smiled again: "This is really a Taoist priest......!"

"But ......" Liu Fuxiang's beautiful eyes floated slightly, her pretty face turned red, she bit her red lip lightly, raised her pink fist, and said: Xiao Fan, did you say it?"

In this regard, the latter just smiled and said with a serious face: "But it's nothing!"

Of course, Xiao Fan was sure of the purpose of the Taoist priest's coming here, but he knew it but didn't say anything.

The next moment!

The Taoist priest actually took out a wheat ball from the spiritual ring, sat down cross-legged one after another, and recited the Sutra of Transcendence.

There is no void in the south and there is the Bodhisattva Mahasattva.

Agara Rakya, Floating Rakyaya. Bhana Jas. Bo toilet, sa misty Bozha. Rakya. He is a Nava Rak. Sadora Gala mud. Rest and grind. Maha, Galou Niga. Su Po He.

Suddenly, Xiao Fan turned to look at the Taoist priest, but he was surprised to find that the Taoist priest had put treasures into the space ring.

"Beast source, beast bones, hundred pattern spirit weapons, these good things, are all my eyebrows. The Taoist priest laughed.

"As I expected, it's a fake Taoist!"

Obviously, chanting excesses is a disguise, and what he really wants to do is collect treasures.

I don't know how many spirit beasts have died in this Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, and they must have left a lot of treasures, if they can find a treasure, they can naturally increase their combat power several times.

The Taoist priest glanced at the space spirit ring, and suddenly, he smiled happily, obviously, he could continue to pretend.

At this moment, seeing the obscene Taoist priests, his brows furrowed slightly, and there was a trace of coldness in his beautiful eyes.

Seeing this, Xiao Fan looked at Liu Fuxiang, smiled slightly, and said, "Senior Sister Liu, are you particularly unhappy to see this Taoist priest?"

"Ah......" Liu Fuxiang heard this, her expression flashed a trace of surprise, her beauty rose slightly, she was stunned, and then she immediately covered up the shock in her heart, and said: "Hmph! ”

Hearing this, Xiao Fan wanted to speak and stopped, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face.

Immediately, he gasped and asked with a smile, "Senior Sister Liu, do you want to find the baby?"

"Aren't you asking nonsense?" Liu Fuxiang said with some annoyance, and he didn't give Xiao Fan a good look.

At this time, he smiled bitterly and said, "Okay!"

At this moment, Broken Trace ran over, sweating profusely, and immediately, patted his chest and said: "Senior Brother Xiao Fan, you will completely leave the rough work of collecting treasures to me, I guarantee that the dead Taoist priest will not be able to collect even a real treasure." ”

Hearing this, Xiao Fan looked at his dancing look and said proudly, "Yes." ”

As Xiao Fan's "yes" voice sounded, Liu Fuxiang glared at the broken mark, and her beautiful eyes flashed with anger that seemed to be nothing.

"Broken Marks, you steal business with me. ”

Liu Fuxiangyu's hand was raised, and its direction pointed directly at the fracture.

"Senior Sister Liu, I don't have it. ”

Hearing Liu Fuxiang's voice of accountability, Broken Trace suddenly looked confused, and really figured out why Senior Sister Liu said this.

Seeing this, Xiao Fan immediately laughed and said, "If you are so controversial, those treasures will have already been collected by the Dead Daoist." ”

Hearing this, both nodded approvingly.

Immediately, the two of them acted immediately, a man and a woman cooperated seamlessly, and the whole action was like swimming in the water together.

However, the difference between Liu Fuxiang and Broken Marks is that Broken Marks collect all treasures, while Liu Fuxiang chooses those real treasures to collect.

The entire Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain is so big that it will take some time to really collect all the treasures.

The outstanding performance of the Creation Divine Pen in the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain surprised Xiao Fan very much.

Originally, I just thought it was just an ordinary spirit pen, but in fact, it is definitely not an ordinary spirit pen, so simple.

That's it.

Xiao Fan's palm swirled, and the Creation Divine Pen flew up from his waist and landed directly in the palm of his hand.

He wanted to take a good look at the Creation Divine Brush.

This pen is a myriad holy weapon.

Once, in a great war, the soul of the pen was destroyed, and the power was greatly reduced.

Immediately, Xiao Fan released the power of the fifty-ninth order divine soul and probed the magic pen.

That's when it happened.

"Ahh

This piercing voice sounded from Xiao Fan.

The spirit of the Divine Pen of Creation is in a deep sleep, and there is a tendency to wake up.

Boom!

At this time, the primeval dragon soul poured out of Xiao Fan's body, and his flickering eyes stayed on the Creation Divine Brush.

Immediately, it was silent for a while, raised its head and forehead, looked at Xiao Fan's longing look, exhaled deeply, and said: "In the primeval era, this Creation Divine Pen appeared, and there is such a rumor, the Divine Pen has won the world, and this Creation Divine Pen is cast by a god-level refiner, and the strokes are wonderful. ”

"This magic pen of creation has such a long history. ”

Hearing this, Xiao Fan said excitedly.

Immediately, the Ancient Dragon Soul let out a feeling and said, "With the passage of time, the Creation Divine Pen has long been forgotten by the world, and the past is like smoke. ”

Xiao Fan can also feel the magic pen of creation, those unknown stories.

His brow furrowed slightly, and tears flowed down his face.

After counting the breaths.

On his face, there is a smile, like the opening of a flower, stretching the breath of vitality.

The Ancient Dragon Soul turned to look at Xiao Fan and said impressively, "The Creation Divine Pen is a Wanyao Holy Weapon, you have to make good use of it." ”

In the next moment, the primeval dragon soul flew into Xiao Fan's body.