At this moment, the ruins of the fairy domain are full of fighting sounds, beast roars, blood and water surge, and one figure after another falls, and this place instantly turns into a demon cave, harvesting lives all the time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Those monks came in with the mentality of looking for creation, where did they think that among the ruins that had been deserted for hundreds of thousands of years, all kinds of demonic plants suddenly appeared, most of them were unconscious, and they only knew how to slaughter and devour.

"Oh my God! this is a forbidden place, and no one can get out of it except another forbidden place in the Land of Silence!" cried out a monk who was left with only a normal body before he died.

"Ah, who can come and save me!"

"Ancestor, why did you trick me into coming to this place to die!"

Zhang Yu ran quickly among the stumps and broken arms, even if he was used to seeing life and death, he couldn't help but have a sense of sadness, but he couldn't stay, unless he condensed the ninth-layer abutment, otherwise he would definitely not regret the seeds.

At this time, he avoided the big and small, and rushed deeper when he saw the needle, he remembered that the big black dog said that there was nothing else in the fairy ruins except for a broken ding, and now it seems that this is the case, so he must catch up with the pace of the peerless Tianjiao in front of him, as well as the opponent who is secretly watching.

Along the way, Zhang Yu kept detouring according to the guidance of the group, and there were still many strange plants blocking it.

Countless branches and leaves flew up in all directions, and even in the end, thousands of flame devouring insects surrounded him, Zhang Yu's eyes were red, and the speed of Chengqi's sketching in his hand became faster and faster, until the end, he no longer knew if he was still copying those twenty-seven words, everything was already arbitrary.

The technique of pen sighing, the top attack technique of literature and Taoism, using calligraphy to lead the general trend of heaven and earth, killing people invisibly, and seeing life and death between elegance.

The improvement of this technique, firstly, is to have a deeper understanding of the avenue of heaven and earth, but for the current Zhang Yu, it is too difficult, the abutment realm, almost does not involve the existence of the Dao, and the pure aura urges the refining of the dantian to cultivate.

The second way to improve is to practice, just like calligraphy, the pen rhyme is not natural, that is a year or two, ten years and a hundred years of copying and writing will produce the foundation.

For the pen sigh of the attack technique, the best means of practice is, of course, actual combat, thousands of wartime copying, sketching and carving in the bloody rain, over and over again, Zhang Yu no longer knows how many times he has waved the pen.

Xiao Tuan Tuan is very sensible and does not mess around, and secretly leads Zhang Yu to more places with strange plants for him to practice, improve, in the final analysis, he is a system, Zhang Yu is her host, and his own responsibilities make him constantly improve and become stronger, and even she herself doesn't know who set this law for herself.

"Snort!"

A stroke of the pen is like a flash of sword light, and under a closer look, the tip of Chengqi's pen seems to really have a peerless sword slashing and stabbing.

Suddenly, the breeze swirled, and countless plants that rushed around were swirled in the wind and turned into powder.

When the rain came, the dots were like steel balls, falling on the rocks, directly piercing, dense, and even the flame devouring insect swarm, directly breaking them apart, and there was an uproar.

"Is this the real art of sighing?"

Zhang Yu suddenly stopped his movements, let the strange and strange plants around him rush over, and just quietly looked at Cheng Qi in his hand.

"What is the Heavenly Sutra, what is the Xuanchen Technique, this sighing technique is the real law!"

Zhang Yu's eyes lit up, and he gently raised the pen, like a great Confucian copying in the air, and the void in front of him seemed to become a piece of rice paper.

Wind and rain gather heaven and earth sinking,

This Dharma mention has a divine sound.

Don't ask what the road ahead is,

I flew myself to Diwei.

A poem is completed, the wind and rain are present, as if the heavens and the earth are shaking, it is really a poem into a crying ghost and god, as long as those plants are close, they have turned into powder, the wind rolls the stump branches, and the rain falls on all souls.

Then Zhang Yu put away the pen and went directly to the depths, he understood that his improvement in the pen sighing technique today has reached the extreme, and a stroke can only slightly trigger his own near potential, and it is also very small, but he is not discouraged, now he has embarked on this road, and with the deepening of cultivation and experience in the future, this kind of technique will have infinite possibilities in his own place.

He has already felt the power of this technique, copying all things, turning them into his own use, copying ten thousand ways, achieving immortality, no matter if your sword intent is vertical and horizontal, and the sword qi shocks the world, at that time, I will use it all for me.

"This road has a long way to go!"

Zhang Yu no longer thought about it, according to the guidance of Tuan Tuan, the last mountain of the Nine Mountains and Eighteen Ridges had already arrived, the final high ridge, and there were only a few people in front of him at this moment, all of whom were the pinnacle of Tianjiao in Dongzhou.

"Dongfang Xue, Chen An, the Third Prince, Murong Yan, Qi Mo, Fang Yunzi, Tut, the masters of the younger generation are all here. ”

Zhang Yu walked over, his voice was low, he was dressed strangely, and his body was covered with various colors, all of which were traces left by killing those plants.

Several Tianjiao looked over, but most of them stopped looking at each other for a moment, and then twisted back, only Dongfang Xue nodded slightly, but quickly looked ahead.

"Do you want to move forward?" Dongfang Xue said uneasily.

"We've all come here, there's no turning back. Chen An stood proudly, the sword behind his back had been unsheathed, and in his hand, before it was launched, the chill was already shocking.

"Bang!"

The earth shook, and a black iron rod was inserted into the rock, and the third prince did not speak, but he had already expressed his attitude.

Zhang Yu stood behind several people and did not say anything, but his eyes were already looking at the ninth mountain from afar.

This time, the scenery in front of me is completely different, there is no danger, there are no strange plants, not even the palace does not exist, and the mountain cliffs are vast and purple.

This place, there is not too much grass and trees, but it is full of life, pieces of spiritual grass and elixir are all over the cliff, Zhilan, dragon grass, strange trees, there are no ordinary products, and it is not a strange species, the aura is dense, it is definitely a treasure of heaven and earth, Zhang Yu looked at it at a glance, there were two or three kinds of goods that those immortals needed.

But the more this is the case, the more we can't relax, and the extremes of things will inevitably be reversed, and there will inevitably be a huge crisis.

If a few people had just entered, and there was such a scene in front of them, they would definitely rush over directly and fight for it, but after experiencing the fierce battle in the first eight mountains and seeing the death of many senior brothers, how could they not be cautious.

"The mountain wall is empty, and the divine mind can probe a cave that is just behind the stone wall, but in the immortal ruins, if you want to hide the cave entrance, how can it be that you and I Kun Realm cultivators can detect?" Dongfang Xue was expressionless and said coldly.

"What do you mean, this is a trap?" Fang Yunzi asked rhetorically.

"Yes or no, I'll know after I hit it!" the third prince said coldly, and then raised the big stick and smashed it.