In the face of the purple storm that could destroy all existence, Taizun showed a shocked look, although his cultivation erupted wildly, his body was uncontrollable, as if he was imprisoned in place, he couldn't move a bit. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Purple Storm, how can this be, only the true master of the Calligraphy Temple can really do it, how did this Ling Huan do it?" Taizun breathed rapidly, and in his eyes in disbelief, a strange color appeared, and when blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, his body withered again, and it actually shrank strangely again.

He originally scoffed at Ling Huan's words, but when he saw the purple storm coming to the sky, he only felt horror in his heart. The one who can speak wildly to his Taizun is at least a Venerable above the Soul Emperor, but Ling Huan, a person whose cultivation is weak, has really done it.

"Ah......h

The terrifying energy in the Thundercloud Tribulation was actually absorbed by him, could it be that he absolutely controlled the Thundercloud Tribulation? Yin Youmei gasped, stared at Ling Huan with an extremely strange look in his eyes.

Throughout the ages, those who can pass through the first scene of the temple of calligraphy are also worthy of pride and unique. Like Ling Huan, it was a miracle to take her to the third scene smoothly, not to mention, it was absolutely in control of the Temple Thundercloud Tribulation.

Taizun probably didn't know what happened to Ling Huan. But Yin Youmei understood that Ling Huan had already controlled the Thundercloud Tribulation, and he still controlled it absolutely.

The fact that she was healed of her internal injuries by purple lightning just now is the best proof of this, you must know that it is a thundercloud storm that is powerful enough to destroy everything, and it is not a healing holy product. Moreover, there is a more direct proof that her cultivation has grown bizarrely after the purple lightning.

The purple storm then disappeared suddenly, and the thundercloud tribulation gradually dispersed, but in the place where Taizun originally stood, it was a mess, empty and empty.

Hey, the Fuchun Mountain Residence Diagram is actually gone? Ling Huan's eyes showed a deep glow, frowning and pondering, his expression was extremely complicated, and he asked Yin Youmei softly: "Is there a hidden technique that can deceive the Thundercloud Tribulation in the main hall and hide the existence of the aura." ”

"The highest level of concealment is the soul concealment, just like Taizun hid his obsession in the Fuchun Mountain residence map, and the concealment technique that can escape the thundercloud tribulation seems to have never heard of it. Yin Youmei hesitated, shook his head, and said very solemnly:

However, Taizun took away the body of Bei'an Pingju, this kind of situation, I have never heard of it, if there is really any secret method that can hide the thundercloud tribulation, it is really not clear. ”

"There must be a secret method, but I don't know if he is invisible, or if he escaped from the temple of calligraphy. Otherwise, the map of Huaxia to Baofuchun Mountain will definitely not disappear. This thing is magical, and the thundercloud tribulation cannot be destroyed. Ling Huan slowly withdrew his hands, and a coldness gradually appeared in his eyes.

Yin Youmei began to cultivate, and under the perception, he nodded solemnly, and said softly: "Yes, the Fuchun Mountain Jutu disappeared inexplicably, I am afraid that it is related to Taizun, if he leaves the Holy Island, we are afraid that we will be ambushed by him." ”

Ambush Lao Tzu? In the inscription of the Fuchun Mountain Residence Map, there is my soul power, as long as he dares to ambush, it is the time when I recapture the treasure map. Ling Huan's solemn face changed suddenly, and he grinned:

"Once the calligraphy temple is over, it is estimated that it will restore the original appearance of the beautiful mountains and rivers, this island is like Penglai Wonderland, just suitable for us to live in the mountains and wilderness, if you are afraid that he has a conspiracy, we will temporarily settle here to live in seclusion. ”

"What kind of cohabitation, it's hard to hear......" Yin Youmei was ashamed, snorted lightly, glared at Ling Huan charmingly, and turned his head quickly.

Oh my God, you are so charming and seductive, are you false objections, or are you really happy? Ling Huan's heart was itching, and he smiled and said: "It's ugly to live together, then it's a wild party, the meaning is almost the same, it's just a real wild, a fake Sven." ”

How two people line up is similar to living together. Yin Youmei looked back, gouged out his eyes at Ling Huan in a mist of water, and said coquettishly: "Pure nonsense, the two of them only have left and right, front and back, how can they line up." ”

Now, even she felt that in front of Ling Huan, she seemed to have become more shy, and she couldn't find the appearance of the saint who had been dominant.

Well, I didn't expect her to be more avant-garde than me, and even think about her posture so thoroughly. Alas, I'm still too conservative. Ling Huan nodded solemnly, sighed melancholy, and said humbly: "Yes, Mei'er, you're right, the party should pay attention to the position, and I will raise my posture." ”

"Bad embryo ......" Yin Youmei's face was blushing, her eyes were white, Ling Huan turned her eyes to the air, and said faintly: "That Taizun is nowhere to be found, the thunderclouds have dispersed, I am afraid that the real calligraphy scene will appear." ”

Yes, the real calligraphy scene should also appear, I don't know what the situation is, and the danger should not appear. Ling Huan nodded yes, and then looked up at the sky. Sure enough, after the thunderclouds dispersed, the stars shimmered again, embellishing the starry sky with great brilliance.

This starry sky is dreamy, each star is moving, and its trajectory contains mysterious meanings, vague at first, gradually clear, as if demonstrating some kind of magical cycle of life.

Ling Huan's expression gradually became solemn, his eyes showed a deep contemplative glow, and his big hand waved, and it was actually with those tracks, and he stroked regularly.

His movements are jerky at first, but over time, they become mellow and free. His expression changed from solemn to focused, until he forgot himself, even obsession.

Yin Youmei also discovered the strangeness of the stars, but she couldn't be as focused as Ling Huan. Looking back, where Taizun disappeared, he sighed silently, and there seemed to be a trace of pain in his eyes.

When he looked at Ling Huan again, his eyes became complicated in his hesitation. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and then she showed a shocked look, and in the place where Ling Huan's big hand slashed, countless pale white tracks appeared, and the light of the Great Dao was born in it.

Yin Youmei stared at Ling Huan in disbelief, with a look of relief, excitement, and even a hint of pride in the depths of his eyes, and then he was slowly filled with persistence.

At the beginning, Ling Huan just blindly imitated the trajectory of those stars, but gradually discovered the law in it and realized that this is the avenue of calligraphy of the Xuannu Fairy, and it is demonstrating the mystery of calligraphy. I also realized the life of calligraphy, from birth to glory.

Before he knew it, he understood the origin of the text, to the oracle bones...... Clementi...... and then to the font shape and meaning...... From ancient times to the present, countless ways of writing have gradually become the calligraphy of Wang Xizhi's father and son that he imitated, and finally freezed, belonging to him, mature hard-pen calligraphy.

When he had this realization, the soul power naturally condensed from his fingertips, and the words "book" in different forms were formed in the air, reflecting each other with the stars in the sky, the scene was bizarre, and it lasted for a long time, with a terrifying majesty.

"Splashing ink and transforming into shape-" Yin Youmei exclaimed silently: "He has reached the level of splashing ink and transforming into shape, although due to the limitations of his cultivation, he can't let his soul power turn into ink, but the pressure is heavier, even more imposing than my calligraphy." ”

At this time, Ling Huan did not stop, but continued to splash ink, and countless "book" words in the air gradually coalesced, one with a faint fragrance of ink, and an extraordinarily huge, block script character, suddenly formed.

This word is simple, glorious and restrained, without any edge, but it is thick and deep, and it seems to be changing, covering all the brilliance of the starry sky, and there is a faint ink color overflowing in it.

"Back to the basics-" Yin Youmei stared at the evolution of the word, and there was a hint of understanding in her heart, her own calligraphy cultivation had actually improved, and she couldn't help but exclaim: "Sure enough, it's splashing ink and transforming into shape, he has really reached such a height?!"

Her voice, like a fire sickle, burst into flames. "Click", cracks appeared in the word, and it began to shatter. In the click, the starry sky actually shattered, and the earth and the sky seemed to be infected, and in the violent shaking, inch by inch were shattered.

With a bang, the hall collapsed, and countless invisible strange energies poured into Ling Huan's body. All the soul halls in his soul sea actually appeared with countless cracks, and finally collapsed. In the same place, three purple halls appeared, with mystery and heaviness.

These three purple halls, in the piano hall, the sound of the piano is insignificant, in the chess hall, there seem to be thousands of troops and horses galloping and fighting, and in the book hall, the sound of books is loud.

The purple soul was trembling, and suddenly opened its eyes, with excitement in its eyes, even more excited, and even a little playful, with a complex and lifelike expression, like another Ling Huan reappeared.

The stars moved, everything disappeared, and what appeared in front of me was a majestic palace like Ling Huan, the Soul Sea Temple, this hall was purple, and the ink fragrance lingered in it, and the sound of reading aloud came out in bursts. (To be continued.) )