"You've got it right again this time. ”

Guo Sicheng looked at the amazing Shou Yongzi in the field, and said to Wenchang Xingjun, who was fiddling with pen and ink on the side, but just interjected a few words casually.

"I'm not sure. ”

Wenchang Xingjun casually agreed.

It's not the first time that Zhang Qinghe and Taiyin have been dumbfounded, these two really don't take a great sage who descended into the world in their eyes!

"Two, is this really okay?" he couldn't help but ask.

"I told you before, at His level, the result represented by the shot is predetermined, and whether I will die or live in the next moment is already doomed.

Moreover, this old deformed child's cultivation, whether it is the past, the present and the future, has been refined into the Northern Heavenly Xuan Micro Seal, and at the moment, it is just barely urging the residue scattered in the years. ”

"Besides, even if it is the residue, he is cautious, for fear of ruining this excellent sustenance. ”

Guo Sicheng added.

"Don't worry, even if we want to break Li Shaobai's body, this old scholar will not let us break it. ”

"Ah......h So what should we do?" Zhang Qinghe thought of the face of the person in the bronze coffin, and suddenly felt a little tricky.

"Today, I'll teach you the second principle of surviving in the Middle Heaven—"

Wenchang Xingjun finally did not hold his own hand in both hands, but spread out his pure and unsullied palm, and the jade bone that exuded mystery and civility quietly hovered three inches above the palm of his hand, and a faint spiritual light was scattered.

Zhang Qinghe knew that this would definitely not be a serious principle, but it must be quite important, so he pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

"That is to deal with the immortals, you have to deal with the immortals. ”

After Wenchang finished speaking, he summoned the Taiyin in the jade jian-

"Taiyin, I'll remove half of the chain tied to the jade slip, can you release the things in the Mud Pill Palace?"

"Fortune teller, are you crazy?" Taiyin Xingjun seemed to have heard something incredible.

"Last time, your pen was less than half a breath, but it almost destroyed most of the outer heaven you occupied. ”

Taiyin Xingjun remembered the tragic situation of fighting with Wenchang Xingjun in Xiao Chitian after losing his mind that day.

"It doesn't matter, it won't work that way today. Besides, this person next to him is the ancestor of Daowen, even if you release it all, you can bring it back. ”

This white-clothed fairy robe rises without wind, holding up the natal object with one hand, as if holding a treasure, which is very graceful.

Naturally, Zhang Qinghe looked a little apprehensive - everyone is wearing masks, why am I five big and three coarse, and you are peerless?

Wenchang Xingjun said that, without even asking the consent of Taiyin Xingjun, countless heaven-locking chains poured out from the jade slips, and then cut off half of them.

"Martial ......"

Zhang Qinghe reacted.

"Huh?"

"You take out the token, and with a little trigger, something interesting happens. ”

Zhang Qinghe thought of the crazy woman who was attracted by his Martial Virtue Star Monarch token that day, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

I believe you're a ghost......

However, at the moment, he had to succumb to the bad taste of Wenchang Xingjun, and took out the iron order engraved with the auspicious clouds of the fairy palace, the fairy birds and beasts, and the book "Wude Xingjun", and made a slight inducement.

Taiyin Xingjun's sanity was already in a state of confusion, sacrificing his own rationality to suppress it, and most of this aura immediately collapsed.

The cracks on the top of the jade slip began to crumble, as if something else was frantically hitting the space inside, emitting a permeable "bang" and a hysterical, grotesque roar.

Zhang Qing seemed to see that all things were manipulated from beginning to end, saw the irresistible infective power, and felt the obscure aura emanating from the higher places of the heavens-

This is the power that the Taiyin Star Monarch does not control in the slightest.

"Taiyin...... On weekdays, what are you trying to keep in place, how do I think it's more troublesome than the back of the Yin Mountain?!"

Zhang Qinghe felt for a moment that his heart was stirred upside down by a bloody devil's claw, and the order and concepts in his mind were facing the most primitive reorganization - how the Great Dao Tianyin operated, and how the getaway carried it, all seemed to reach some kind of limit.

This has never been done under Guo Sicheng's support.

"That's not ...... Get...... Only by taking a sufficient amount of trouble can the current trouble be solved. ”

Wenchang Xingjun was still in the mood to joke, but he began to tremble when he spoke—the bone in his hand, the bone at the barrel of the pen spread out wisps of blood, and then sporadically began to grow flesh and blood, slowly breathing rhythmically.

And the delicate brushstrokes are frantically breeding, spreading fat in the entire void, and this fat is not only intuitive, but also in space.

Each pen is a huge tentacle that emerges abruptly from the small barrel in an incomprehensible form, sniffing out something in the void.

This emptiness is occupied by Xuanwei Seal under the original, but now the upper part is filled with Wenchang's "brushwork".

Zhang Qinghe had begun to lose control of his body's shrinking and retching, and he even forced himself to turn off his spiritual vision, but the fear in his heart did not diminish in the slightest.

That strand seems to occupy the source of the Wen Dao, similar to the Heavenly Dao of Destiny, deriving the huge origin of all intellectual concepts, he is too familiar with it-this thing is on Shouyongzi, Xu Huaijin and Xu Shuyu.

Sure enough, he immediately saw Shouyongzi, who was using his Dao Fruit Divine Power to confront Guo Sicheng, seeing this earth-shaking change, and felt the extreme anger of the endless tentacles that filled this piece of heaven, as if he had lost some treasure, and the fear, incomprehension, doubt, and resentment on his face made his body tremble.

He untied his Dao Fruit Method, turned his head and was about to flee, but was firmly stopped by the immortal ban set by Guo Sicheng.

"Wenchang Xingjun! Your pen is a branch of Wenchang Xingjun...... Your pen is the branch of Wenchang Xingjun, this is impossible! How can the branch of Wenchang Xingjun appear in Zhongtian! This is impossible!"

The Wenchang that Shou Yongzi said was naturally not the Wenchang in front of him, and Zhang Qinghe immediately understood.

"Vomit ......"

As he listened to this, the flow of information in his heart became even more chaotic, but the only remaining reason in his heart was thinking about how rare and strange it was—his sword was still inlaid with Zhongtian's eyes!

But good guys, Tiangong is really ...... One can get into trouble more than the other.

"Wenchang is here, Wenchang is here...... I've got to run, I've got to run...... I gotta run, I gotta run, I gotta run......"

Shou Yongzi seemed to have a mental collapse in an instant, and the white-clothed master covered Junxiu's face, and the only remaining humanity that had been precipitated from the "Back Yin Mountain" began to gradually mix into a strange flow of information......

Originally, it could have been relieved for a while, but Zhang Qinghe's previous interruption made his soul bury the hidden danger of alienation, which was not pure.

The tentacles in the sky seemed to be looking for something, tightly wrapped around the big seal that had been turned into the Yin Mountain, and was angry that it was fruitless.

Until there was a loophole in Shouyongzi's human nature, the charm leaked out, and the endless flesh and blood were suddenly beaten......