"Huang Gongwang, if you don't play people like this, you even agree with the holy sword, and you obviously don't want me to go out. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Ling Huan raised his eyes to the sky, which contained suffocating tears, and howled wildly. Huang Gong, Master Huang, you can do it, I still have three wives and four concubines outside, and three thousand beauties, if you don't go out, they will be widowed.

"Get out-" Huang Gongwang's voice sounded again, but it was much weaker: "What the old man left here is just the obsession when he painted, and it will soon dissipate." This painting is still in the hands of that Taizun, you must take it back for the old man. ”

When this voice sounded, a huge ball of light smashed into Ling Huan and the two, and with a "bang", the two of them hit the ground at the same time, a ripple erupted, and the figures of the two disappeared, and the painting returned to calm.

But there was still a faint sound in the air, Ling Huan's angry roar: "Huang Gongwang, old man Huang, you are too inauthentic, when we came, I still had a wine towel on my head." ”

Before the words fell, a scarf floated out of the air. Now the artistic conception in this painting is pure, not to mention the wine towel, even if it is deer antler velvet and deer whip, it is impossible to stay there.

Ling Huan grinned, reached out to catch the scarf, put it on his head, and stepped out of the world in the painting. The experience in this painting is quite rewarding. In addition to the great changes in the painting seeds in the soul sea, the cultivation has also been raised to a large level by the last light group.

Especially before, he had always felt that he had no way to start, and the most headache, the so-called super soul life's perception, at this moment, after he absorbed the energy of the light cluster, he made inexplicable progress.

The three souls who were originally not subordinate to each other actually had a mysterious connection, and there seemed to be a sense of blood connection between them.

He has a sense of transparency, and he wants to achieve an immortal golden body, to put it bluntly, it is the fusion of the three, not only the soul man, but also the skills. Just like he used the magic harp to play the text before, it is a manifestation of fusion.

Not only did Ling Huan gain a lot, but even Yin Youmei here also had a lot of gains. She also absorbed a lot of that light cluster energy, although her cultivation did not return to her peak state, but the origin soul power increased exponentially, and even the "Ten Thousand Arrows Piercing the Heart" could be urged.

At this moment, in the calligraphy temple, thousands of stars have long been missing, only the sky where the dark clouds cover the top, under the heavy pressure, the thunder is rolling, the lightning shuttles, there seems to be a Taoist immortal calamity, is approaching, the sky is unpredictable, the forest is coming, as if to crush all the creatures in the temple.

With such a vision, even Bei'an Pingju, who was collecting the painting, was stunned, but in an instant, his expression changed greatly, his eyes showed a look of horror, and he exclaimed in horror: "It's not good, this is ...... This is the third realm of the sacred island of calligraphy, the realm of calligraphy, which rejects us. ”

Bei'an Pingju's expression changed again, revealing a greedy color, and instantly let out an old voice: "Baga, you can't be wrong, in the memory of the deity, these thunderclouds are the extermination of those who enter this realm before the birth of calligraphy." Unexpectedly, Ling Huan and the others had successfully broken into the third realm. ”

Under the power of Sen Sen Tianwei, those only remaining black-clothed killers looked shocked when they heard this, and their bodies trembled even more. For them, it is far from reaching, and the level of greed for calligraphy and saving their lives is the right solution.

Bei'an Pingju's expression changed again, and he said in horror: "Taizun, you have taken away, but you can't extinguish my soul thoughts, my body is too weak, and I can't exert your ability at all." Everything in this temple of calligraphy, you want, take it, and when the opportunity is ripe, I will find you a suitable body. ”

This time, before Bei'an Pingju spoke, the old voice sounded again: "The outside is not in the painting, and the obsession of the deity is a dead end." Ho Ho ...... As long as you get the baptism of the temple of calligraphy, and then get the transformation of the holy heavenly book, your body can barely be used.

"--However, you can rest assured that the deity will leave you a trace of thought at that time, and it will not strangle you, after all, the deity is the ancestor of the Be'an family, how can you kill the juniors. ”

Bei'an Pingju's face was struggling, his eyes were full of unwillingness, but he seemed to be imprisoned, he couldn't speak, his body seemed to have been controlled by Taizun, and with a wave of his hand, he threw the half-rolled scroll into the air, facing the terrifying thunderclouds, and he wanted to resist the thunderclouds with the scroll.

The thundercloud seemed to be angered by Taizun's behavior, and when it rolled, a lightning bolt rolled down, this lightning was strange, and the dragon and snake leaped, as if the thundercloud was sweeping the straight book, and hit the picture scroll between the roars.

In the picture scroll facing the thunder and lightning, Ling Huan suddenly heard the unique cry: "I am ...... Lao Tzu didn't pretend to ~ force, how could he be struck by lightning. ”

At the same time, he clenched Yin Youmei's little hand, and launched ten steps to chase the clouds with all his strength, towards the ground of the main hall, and rushed out quickly, dangerously and dangerously, avoiding the bombardment of lightning. "Click", the lightning was blocked by the scroll, and it made a twisted sound.

"The thunderclouds of the temple of calligraphy?...... Ling Huan, you should pay attention to the lightning, which contains the meaning of the brushwork, which is of great help to your calligraphy cultivation. Yin Youmei exclaimed in surprise and instantly reminded Ling Huan.

was held by Ling Huan's little hand, I don't know how many times, but this time I was the happiest. Looking at Ling Huan, the back of the fist protection, her heart was pounding, if it weren't for the unpredictable situation at the moment, she would want to be like this forever.

What are the benefits, aphrodisiac ~ yang or kidney tonics? Ling Huan's nose was haunted by Yin Youmei's faint body fragrance, listening to Yin Yin's voice, his heart was beating rapidly, and he jumped far away from Bei'an Pingju and the others, while concentrating on vigilance, he looked up at the sky, and really observed the lightning carefully.

Yin Youmei's face was blushing, her eyebrows were full of affection, she didn't break free of her little hand, let the fiery big hand hold her, and didn't even look at the air, but concentrated on vigilance, paying close attention to the movements of Bei'an Pingju and others, and protecting the Dharma for Ling Huan.

Because she understood that at this moment, Bei'an Pingju had been taken away by that Taizun, and her strength was unfathomable, she didn't want to be attacked by Taizun when Ling Huan was observing calligraphy.

At this time, Bei An Pingju didn't have the kung fu to attack Ling Huan, and the terrifying pressure of the lightning was borne by him alone, after all, he was controlling the picture scroll of Fuchun Mountain Residence, and besides, they, the widows, were also the objects of rejection by the calligraphy temple.

The power of lightning in the Thundercloud Tribulation was indeed extremely terrifying. Although Bei'an Pingju was blocked by the treasure scroll, when the two collided, he still snorted and retreated a few meters before he spurted out a mouthful of reverse blood, trembling and standing steady.

Bei Anping Ju was hit hard, he collected the picture scroll, and stared at Ling Huan with bloodthirsty eyes, revealing the vicissitudes and greed, it was actually Taizun, who had completely replaced Bei Anping Ju and controlled his body.

In the painting, if it weren't for Ling Huan quoting the power in the painting, Taizun would not be so miserable, let alone so sloppy to take away the Bei An Pingju, this weak body, if there is a trade-off, Ling Huan's body is a good choice.

The black-clothed warriors behind him obviously didn't understand what this meant, and their eyes showed a blank look, but with Taizun's heavy blow, they showed even more fear.

Just as Taizun was retreating, the thundercloud tribulation rolled in an instant, and a thick lightning, like thunder, rumbled and formed, and fell violently towards Taizun and the others.

Ling Huan's eyes shrank suddenly, this lightning in his eyes was condensed by thousands of tiny lightnings, those tiny lightning bolts, seemed to have a hearty and vigorous brushstroke, some elegant, some round, some vigorous, some delicate......

Such a strange scene made Ling Huan instantly obsessed here, silently copying, and his perception of the meaning of words and calligraphy instantly climbed to a height that ordinary people could hardly reach.

The soul book in the sea of souls seems to be induced, the eyes are shining with golden light, the hands are moving, the big hands are like pens, the soul power is like ink, and the air of the soul sea appears, composed of soul power, handwriting of different shapes, like the pen meaning of the small lightning.

The technique of the soul book was jerky at the beginning, and then gradually chic and free, and in the end, it was the dragon and snake flying, gradually showing everyone's demeanor, which was the hard pen calligraphy created by Ling Huan.

At this time, this hard pen calligraphy, in Ling Huan's heart, is already integrated and self-contained, and it is truly a unique calligraphy that belongs to him alone. In time, this calligraphy will shine in his hands.

Taizun saw that the thick lightning, terrifying and suffocating, was approaching, a vicious color flashed in his eyes, trembling, suddenly started, and galloped in the direction of Ling Huan, actually to move the disaster eastward and lead the disaster to Ling Huan's head. (To be continued.) )