In an instant, those words seemed to be countless eerie ghosts rushing into his eyes, and he only felt a chill all over his body, as if the wind was swirling around him, and countless ghosts roared and screamed in his ears.

This is a thousand times stronger than the tower just now!

Even if the old man is a seventh-rank martial artist, he feels cold sweat all over his body at this moment.

But he was not surprised, and such a majesty proves that this article is extraordinary!

"But this manuscript?" Shen Lang asked again.

The old man snorted coldly, rolled up the manuscript with excitement and curiosity, and said slowly: "It is this article, since the manuscript has been returned, then I will no longer care about this matter." ”

"What do you say about the destruction of the Treasure House?" Zhang Fuyin, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

The old man didn't know Zhang Fuyin, but it could be seen that the other party was wearing an official uniform and should be from the court. However, now that the flying boat has been traveling for five or six days, it has stopped in many state capitals in the middle, and it is impossible to distinguish the identity of the other party for a while.

"Shen Lang is also anxious, and he will compensate according to the price of Baibaowu, and we adults will no longer worry about it." The old man said.

Zhang Fuyin glanced at Shen Lang: "What do you say?" ”

Shen Lang smiled slightly and said, "After this matter is allowed, there is an account to ask for first." ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Fuyin stopped talking.

With his understanding of Shen Lang, this old man is afraid that he will be unlucky.

The people around were also stunned, some didn't understand what Shen Lang meant.

I saw Shen Lang suddenly turn his head to look at the old man, and said coldly: "Since you are about to finish the account, it is my turn." ”

The old man frowned and said, "Shen Lang, my lord doesn't care about your juniors a lot, what else do you want?" ”

Shen Lang sneered: "Old horseman, do you dare to say that this manuscript is yours?" ”

The old man raised his eyebrows, everything was in hand, does this Shen Lang still have the ability to snatch it back?

"Why don't you dare?"

"Then you're ready to go!" Shen Lang snorted coldly, raised his hand and looked towards the manuscript void.

I saw a dark yellow light flickering between Shen Lang's fingers, and the manuscript was also glowing with a dark yellow light.

"Shinto breath?!"

Cao Jie and the others next to him reacted immediately, and their faces showed a touch of surprise.

And the old man's face was even more shocked, because he clearly felt that the manuscript in his hand was gradually waking up, as if it was a hideous and bloodthirsty beast, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Uh......h Woo...... Woo......"

A black wind blew up on the boat, and the sound was like a baby's cry.

The clear sky was instantly dark, as if night had fallen.

The old man felt that what he was holding in his hand seemed to be ten thousand years of Xuanbing, and as soon as his hand trembled, the manuscript broke free from the shackles and flew into the air.

In the dim sky, everyone heard a singing sound like a woman sobbing.

"Parents are greedy, concubine Zhumen. He is very jealous, and he is humiliated by the court, and he will be far away......"

This voice fell on people's ears, making people creepy, as if there were hideous female ghosts around them.

"What is this?!"

"Don't ...... Stop singing......"

Some of the monks with lower cultivation only felt that their hearts were swaying, and it was as if years of cultivation were going to pass with this song.

And the old man was already dull at the moment.

He looked ahead in a daze, and in his eyes, there was a woman in red with a disheveled hair standing in front of him.

"You...... Who are you......"

The old man's eyes flashed with confusion.

"Have you forgotten me?"

The woman's voice was like a cuckoo crying blood, which made people's hearts sad.

The old man lowered his head, his brows furrowed, and he vaguely felt as if he had forgotten something.

"Who the hell are you? Have I seen you? ”

The woman moved lightly and walked in front of the old man.

She raised her hands and slowly lifted the long hair that was draped over her forehead.

"Who do you see I am......"

The old man subconsciously raised his head.

What caught my eye was a bloody face!

"Ahh

The old man let out a frightened scream.

As soon as this voice came out, several high-ranking monks around were immediately awakened.

When they looked up, they saw the old man scratching his face with both hands, and he was screaming bitterly.

"My face, my face back to me!"

This scene made people stand upside down with sweat and hair.

"Stop him with me!" Cao Jie snorted.

Several high-ranking monks around him immediately rushed over with Cao Jie.

Cao Jie's body was full of qi and blood, his hands were like two iron claws clasping the old man's hands, and the other two also pressed the old man to the ground on the left and right.

"Shen Lang, please also receive the manuscript!" Cao Jie turned his head and shouted.

He was also anxious at the moment, and the moment he woke up, he understood what was happening.

Shen Lang didn't take any manuscript when he entered the building just now, but directly wrote one. At the moment when the book was completed, he sealed it with the power of Shinto, preventing Wenhua from leaking out, and then unsealed it until the moment just now.

Without the suppression of the power of the Divine Dao, this manuscript immediately triggered the vision of the Heavenly Performing Poetry, and then used the power of the Heavenly Dao at this moment to increase the power of the manuscript countless times, which only reached the power of killing the seven-rank martial artist with one blow.

Thinking of this, Cao Jie hated it.

He had led a flying boat back and forth to the Six Nations so many times, and it was the first time such a thing had happened.

But he didn't blame Shen Lang, with his age and talent, it was quite remarkable that he could endure it so far.

He hated this old man who was confused by the ghost manuscript, who are you provoking badly, why do you want to provoke this Shen Lang?!

The people that the Temple of Literature fancies, can there be one is simple?

Do you really think that if the Temple of Literature doesn't make a move, he won't be able to clean you up?!

Seeing that the old man was suppressed, Shen Lang didn't dare to delay any longer, and raised his hand to grab the manuscript in the air.

The moment his hand touched the manuscript, he seemed to see a woman in red standing in front of him.

An inexplicable fear rose, and the hairs on his body were upside down!

"The son is silent, and the strange power is confused!"

Shen Lang let out a low shout, and an even more majestic force suddenly poured out from the Wen Palace, which was the heroic righteousness of Confucianism and Taoism!

In an instant, that fear was dispelled.

The woman in red took a deep look at Shen Lang, and her figure turned into a black mist and entered the manuscript.

At this moment, the manuscript in Shen Lang's hand finally stopped trembling, and the surrounding vision of heaven and earth disappeared in an instant.

Everyone on deck turned pale and had a look of horror in their eyes.

It's just that the sky and the sun are all around, and everything just now seems to be just an illusion.

However, a terrible scream pulled them back to reality.

I saw the old man lying on the ground, and his limbs were pressed to death by Cao Jie and others. At this moment, his face was bloody and fleshy, and one face had been completely scratched.

Looking at the appearance of this old man, a chill swelled up in everyone's hearts.

"Steward Cao, is this matter decided?" Shen Lang hugged his fist towards Cao Jie.

Cao Jie sighed secretly, stood up and said in a deep voice: "Baibaowu claims that this manuscript belongs to them, but just now the Tianyan poem has proved that this manuscript was made by Shen Lang temporarily. It can be seen that Baibaowu slandered Shen Lang. Today's events are of a terrible nature! After arriving in the Southern Demon Kingdom, I will expel the Baibao House on behalf of the Jiyun Society, and I will not be allowed to enter the Jiyun Society Flying Boat for the rest of my life! ”

Speaking of this, he waved his hand with disgust on his face: "Come on, take down the people of the Hundred Treasure House, and don't allow activities on the boat before you go to the Southern Demon Kingdom!" ”

Immediately, the monks of the Jiyun Society came over and escorted the pale faces of the people of the Hundred Treasure House away.

Only then did Shen Lang smile and clench his fists and said, "Steward Cao handled it fairly, and Shen Lang thanked him here." ”

Cao Jie laughed, stepped forward and patted Shen Lang on the shoulder, and exclaimed: "It is worthy of being a genius of Qingyun Mansion, and you can make such a masterpiece at will." Brother Cao Yu said to be good friends with you, if you have something in the future, just inform him. ”

Shen Lang glanced at Cao Yu, who was still blessed with a few prohibitions, and said with a smile: "Since Steward Cao said so, then I won't be polite in the future." ”

Cao Jie smiled: "You're welcome." ”