"The Pen of the Immortals" Huang Zheng almost screamed when he saw this pen.

This is one of the twelve parts of the Overlord Artifact, the 'Pen of the Immortals'.

It is said that this is made by the overlord who killed a thousand immortal masters in the fairy world back then, and then collected a hair on the head of each immortal master, a total of 1,000 immortal hairs.

"The pen of the immortals?"

The ancient book of supernatural powers seems to have entered the memory: "Why does it sound a little familiar-----"

This supernatural ancient book has gone through ancient times, but he has never even heard of the 'pen of the immortals', Huang Zheng immediately understood that the matter of the overlord was still before ancient times, and the history was even longer.

"You have a book and occupy an artifact, it's really a tyrannical thing. ”

Huang Zheng is now very experienced in receiving the magic weapon of the overlord, and as soon as the Tower of Babel turns slightly, he finds the round hole of the pen of the immortals.

He held the pen of all immortals, standing in the hall, looking like a fairy and talented, even if Hong Yi, the champion of civil and military affairs just now, stood in front of him again, he would be able to compare him alive.

"I was going to take this pen just now, and ten Hong Yi can't write me. ”

The ancient book of supernatural powers did not understand a little: "What is so wonderful about this pen?"

"Hehe, you keep your eyes open. "You don't have eyes, though.

Huang Zheng picked up the pen, pointed it into the air, brushed it, chatted a few strokes, and drew a little sparrow with wings ready to fly.

He drew an emerald green stroke in the air with each stroke, until he completed the whole sparrow, as Huang Zheng's pen was retracted, the air 'squeaked', the emerald green turned black, the sparrow flew fast, and a living sparrow flew out of the hall in a long roar, and disappeared in front of the eyes of the ancient book of supernatural powers in a blink of an eye.

Fuck, supernatural ancient books, big explode.

Where is this immortal pen, this is simply the pen of the immortals, even the immortals can't draw a bird.

The great sages and sages of antiquity, when they painted a door, they died of exhaustion, that is, they integrated their lives into the painting, and exchanged their lives for the door.

And Huang Zheng smiled and chanted with a few strokes, and drew a bird, and all the great sages and sages compared him to him.

"Is this bird---- this bird --- real?"

"It's true, but it's also fake, you catch it, it's exactly the same as the real thing, you can play with it, you can cook it and eat it, but when the time comes, it will disappear. ”

"When the time comes, the smoke will disappear?"

"Well, with my mid-stage realm of Inner Dan, holding the pen of the immortals, the bird drawn will disappear between heaven and earth in half an hour at most, this bird is the pen of the immortals, with the supreme supernatural power, condensed between the heaven and the earth, as soon as the time comes, it will dissipate again into the mysterious qi, but if this pen falls into the hands of the immortal monarch and the immortal emperor, the drawn thing may exist permanently. ”

"Then you, if you draw a bunch of beauties, won't you be able to use it for half an hour?"

The words of the supernatural ancient book directly made Huang Zheng stunned for a long time, big brother, you are an ancient book, a symbol of civilization, knowledge, and etiquette.

Don't damage your glorious image in my heart.

These are all said by the saints recorded in the ancient books, and the saints can say, why can't I say that some things about men and women need to be recorded in the history books and passed down for thousands of years, so that everyone can apply what they have learned, the key is what do you think of these things, will you be able to do the seventy-two styles? Have you tried both land and water? Without the experience handed down by your predecessors, how do you understand the fun in it?"

"-------" Huang Zheng was stunned, and he had already begun to think in his mind, should I draw a cloud without snow first, or a Duanmu Rou, or the two of them together?

At this moment, in the distance, a deep voice came.

"Deputy Sect Leader Huang, the day has come, please come out. ”

The day is up? so fast?

Huang Zhengdu didn't realize it, and a day passed.

When the time came, he had no choice but to leave.

I wanted to take this ancient book of supernatural powers away, but I thought that this guy would absorb the artifact, and if he absorbed his artifact, he would be promoted to the artifact, which would be a security hazard.

"Senior, take your leave. ”

Huang Zheng is leaving the Divine Power Library.

Outside the library, Gu Pofeng, Su Mei, Duan Hang, Hong Yi, and the four of them were waiting for him, but Yun Wuxue was gone.

"Deputy Sect Leader Huang, you are the first person from a foreign sect to enter the Divine Power Library since the founding of my Divine Power Sect, we hope that you can keep this matter secret and never let others know, and the Divine Power Sect will also be very grateful. ”

Gu Pofeng asked him to keep it secret, in addition to being related to the face of the Divine Power Sect, he also didn't want Huang Zheng to see some secrets to be passed on.

Of course, the real secrets of the Divine Power Sect are in the history books and the ancient books of the Divine Powers, and he only gave Huang Zheng one day, that is, he did not give him the opportunity to find the secret in the history books.

Haohan of the history books can't fully understand it in a year, let alone a day.

"Okay, this matter, I will treat it as if it didn't happen, the trip of the Divine Power Sect, Huang Zheng is very satisfied, thank you Sect Master Gu, and leave. ”

I don't know why, hearing Huang Zheng say that he was very satisfied, Gu Pofengjue's heart jumped, and he was a little inexplicably uneasy, and then thinking of Yun Wuxue's appearance just now, he had to have a heart of three or eight and ask Huang Zheng why he was satisfied.

However, as the head of a sect, of course it is impossible for such a thing to come out of his mouth.

Duan Xuan was secretly instructed by him, and knocked on the side all the way, but Huang Zheng passed by, and asked for a long time without asking a Mingtang.

When Huang Zheng was sent out of the gate of the Divine Power Sect, Gu Pofeng suddenly felt his whole body loosen.

Plague God, let's go, wherever you go, which sect will be unlucky.

Huang Zheng came to visit, and it was still a trivial matter to enter their supernatural library, which elders were too high, but the people of the elder group quarreled over whether to deal with him or not, and even almost made a move.

A person, without having to do anything, can lead to an internal commotion in a sect, and you say how plague this person can be.

Whoosh, Huang Zheng broke through the air, swayed thousands of miles, and soon disappeared from the sight of the people of the Divine Power Sect.

"Why is he flying so high?" Su Mei said, and everyone who asked looked at each other.

Huang Zhengfei is so high, of course, he wants to go to the extraterritorial starry sky.

The Wings of the Gods and Demons flew up with him, and the target was what the master of the Divine Sect called the 'Black Chaos Star Cluster'.

The boring cultivation can no longer meet Huang Zheng's requirements, he has come all the way, and he has been promoted again and again, and he has been promoted several times in less than a year, and the subsequent promotions will take a year, or even a few years, to be promoted to the first level.

For Huang Zheng, who has been rising like a rocket, only finding a way to be promoted quickly is the most important thing for him.

Flying alone in the endless starry sky is a very depressing, boring thing.

Fortunately, Huang Zheng had a pinnacle boat, and after leaving the mainland and entering the starry sky, he immediately got into the pinnacle boat.

Later, there are puppets in the Peak Boat according to the coordinates provided by Huang Zheng Cui to move the artifact.

And Huang was lying on the nephrite hotbed of the Peak Boat, holding the pen of the immortals in his hand, and he hesitated in his mind.

Draw a cloud without snow?

Draw a Duanmu Rou?

Or do you want to draw a song red leaf?

Or, or, why not draw a Ruan Suxue?

Full of warmth and silver desire, Huang Zheng is now dominating the world, and he doesn't have to practice hard every day to survive like he just arrived at the Sword Sect, and those silver hearts in the depths of his heart were hung up by the ancient books of supernatural powers.

After thinking about it, in the end, he was ruthless, forget it, or draw a Tang Huan'er, among all the people, only Tang Huan'er and himself have double-cultivated, I don't know what is the difference between the painted Tang Huan'er and the real Tang Huan'er?

Brush, brush, brush, he swiped, and emerald green lines dragged out of the void.

If Gu Pofeng was here, the eyeballs that he was about to look at would fall out.

They thought that Huang Zheng didn't learn the words of the Fang family well, so he learned boxing, but they didn't know that Huang Zheng had learned all the calligraphy and painting from Xiaoqi, piano, calligraphy and painting, which was the basic skill that every Xiao Si in Fangfu had to learn.

In order to go out in the future, you can't lose the face of the head of the house.

At that time, Huang Zheng was not interested in anything else, and he worked hardest on painting.

So the painting he drew was also a bit horizontal, and a faint figure appeared in front of him in the void immediately.

He not only painted like Tang Huan'er, but also a naked Tang Huan'er, with the impression of him and Tang Huan'er's many double cultivations, he painted another Tang Huan'er out of thin air.

However, as he finished his last work, the portrait of Tang Huan'er in the void disappeared in an instant.

Isn't it, can't you draw people?

Birds can be drawn, so why can't they draw people?

I'll draw again.

Huang Zheng raised his hand, brushed and brushed, waved like the wind, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and another big rooster appeared in the void with his head high.

'Oh oh oh ---' the big rooster slammed into the ground from mid-air twice, and suddenly the room was full of chicken feathers.

I'll draw again.

Huang Zheng painted again, this time with a dog.

Wang, Wang, Wang.

He had another dog in his room.

Redraw.

He drew another pig.

As soon as the pig appeared, it pounced, and a loud fart, and the stinky Huang Zheng almost jumped out of bed.

Isn't it, pigs can draw, but people can't?

Huang Zheng thought it was a problem with the size of the painting, but the pig he painted now has a fat head and big ears, much bigger than a normal person.

I don't believe it.

He painted the little Susu again.

The result is the same as just now, when the last stroke is reached, the shadow in the void disappears directly.

people, even can't draw.

He drew cats, ducks, tigers, and buffaloes.

The ship of the pinnacle of the artifact will become a secular farm in a while.

These animals were shitting, peeing, farting, rolling in it, and all kinds of stenchs were flying all over the sky, Huang Zheng immediately couldn't sit still, and hurriedly ran out of the room to breathe above the starry sky.

Now he understands that the pen of the immortals can only draw mountains, stones, tables and chairs, and animals and poultry, and people can't paint at all.

In addition to people, demons and heavenly demons can't be painted, hell zombies and ghosts can't be painted, not to mention gods and demons, not to mention immortals, and many gods and beasts and demons in ancient times can't be painted.

It may be that his realm is not enough, or it may be that his strength is not enough, in short, he will only try again when his realm is higher and stronger in the future.

After watching the starry sky outside for more than half an hour, I returned to the room of the Peak Boat to see that all the animals had disappeared without a trace.

Everything just now was like a dream.

There was no smell in the air, the ground was clean and tidy, if it weren't for Huang Zheng still holding the pen of the immortals, even he felt like he was in a dream.

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