By the inkpool, the spiritual power gradually weakened, and the stone tablet not far away also stopped trembling.

Kong Yang looked Yan Cheng's body up and down with a scrutinizing gaze.

Mr. Yan Wu of Momei Villa, the one with the lowest sense of existence in the villa, even if it is the Holy Pavilion, there is very little information about him.

The reason is very simple, he rarely goes out, and even the disciples in the Momei Villa have not seen this gentleman much.

But no one would want to underestimate any second-generation disciple of Momei Villa.

Even if he is in front of Kong Yang now, he is just an unkempt, sloppy man, who can't even see his face clearly.

Kong Yang's face was slightly raised.

He had been in charge of supervision in the Holy Pavilion, and had investigated and dealt with many disciples of the Holy Pavilion who wanted to sneak into the Pavilion to avoid the regulations, and he had always hated this kind of person who did not pay attention to his appearance at all.

But that's not the only reason he's angry.

What made him most angry was that Yan Cheng came alone, and his temptation just now had already shown that Yan Cheng's cultivation had not reached the immortal level, so why did he come out to stop him?

His face was extremely cold, and he said lightly: "It's up to you?"

Yan Cheng nodded slightly, and made a stroke in the air.

The water in the ink pool, which had just calmed down, began to churn again, and spiritual ink continued to fly out of the pool, weaving a large net in the air, covering both him and Kong Yang.

Kong Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the formation that was suppressing his cultivation: "The Lock Spirit Array plus the Incomplete Formation is not broken, and there are ...... Oh, it looks like you've been trying to trap me here for a long time. ”

His gaze gradually sharpened, like a tiger staring at its prey, and he repeated: "But, it's up to you?"

The three words "just by you", no matter what tone you use, are a blatant contempt for others.

Kong Yang is indeed contemptuous of Yan Cheng.

The gap between the immortals and mortals, how can a small lock spirit array be able to pull it back?

Yan Cheng didn't look at him, but at the water in the inkpool under his feet.

Driven by the ink array, the pool water has completely become ink, but there is no sense of disobedience when it looks like this, as if it was originally like this.

A smile appeared at the corner of Yan Cheng's mouth.

He remembered the time when he entered the Momei Villa.

At that time, he was practicing next to this small pond, and over time, the whole pond was dyed black.

At that time, with a wave of his hand, the master made the ink-colored pond clear again, and then told him that spiritual ink can be transformed into water, and if you want to learn, I will teach you.

At that time, he only felt that if he used spiritual ink, it was very convenient not to grind the ink, so he mastered the basic operation of spiritual ink in less than three days and officially embarked on the path of cultivation.

Since then, he's been practicing in his room and hasn't been here for a long time.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his finger with some nostalgia and tapped it in the pool, watching the ripples ripple away.

From beginning to end, he didn't look at Kong Yang.

This is blatant disregard.

Kong Yang was angry.

A majestic aura exploded around him, gradually condensing into a small transparent ball floating in his palm, and with a flick of his fingers, it shot towards Yan Cheng like an arrow from the string.

The trees by the pond burst with a bang, and the bark and leaves were scattered all over the ground.

The mottled marks appeared on the boulder by the pool, which had always been popular with the disciples of Momei Villa, and as the traces deepened at a speed visible to the naked eye, they actually shattered directly from the inside, becoming a pool of dust on the ground.

The water in the middle of the inkwell dispersed directly to both sides under strong pressure, revealing the rocks at the bottom of the pool.

It's all the result of that little transparent ball.

Yan Cheng was in the center of this road, looking at the wrinkled bottom of the pool under his feet, and he was very displeased.

He didn't look at the transparent ball that was already in front of him, but picked up his pen.

The water in the inkpool calmed down again, and the middle watershed was filled in an instant.

Yan Cheng's pen also met the transparent ball that was carrying the wind and thunder.

Kong Yang looked at Yan Cheng mockingly, like looking at a fool.

That transparent ball was released by him with all his might, and the power of no less than ten exercises was compressed in it, and once it broke out, he was confident that even Long Yao would have to avoid the edge for the time being.

Yan Cheng has not yet entered the immortal, and encountering it head-on is tantamount to seeking his own death.

With a muffled sound, Yan Cheng's body slammed into the back of the ink pool, stirring up two waves that were higher than the blue sky.

The water of the ink pool came to life at this moment, directly devouring the transparent ball.

The transparent balls struggled in the inky pool, causing countless waves.

At this time, the ink pond does not seem to be a small pond at all, but like the sea in a storm. Qiandu Chinese Network

How much power does that transparent ball contain, under the devouring and suppression of the ink pool, even one percent of the power cannot be exerted.

After a while, Yan Cheng walked back to the ink pool in rags, and there was a human-shaped hole in the wall not far behind him.

His expression was calm, and the inkwell was calm, and the surface of the pool was as black as ink.

Kong Yang's smile gradually froze.

He could feel the change in his breath.

Just now, Yan Cheng was only using the power of the inkpool to deal with his attack, but now he completely controlled the inkpool, or rather, he and the inkpool were almost one.

The ink pool is born between heaven and earth, and it is also a thing in heaven and earth, and there is only one kind of person who can be in harmony with heaven and earth.

Kong Yang didn't want to believe this ridiculous fact, but Yan Cheng's faint breath beyond the world fully revealed the truth.

said that at this time, he broke through the realm and became an immortal.

Even if the realm is still unstable, he has become an immortal after all.

Kong Yang gritted his teeth and said, "It's really worthy of Mr. Yan Wu." ”

He restrained his expression, and a Xuanwu shield had appeared in his hand, and a Xuanwu phantom appeared behind him: "But even so, you still won't be my opponent." ”

Yan Cheng was feeling the faint changes in his body at this time, and thought to himself that what the master said was indeed right, and he didn't need to do anything by himself.

Then he finally realized that Kong Yang was provoking him, so he dipped his pen in the pool like a dragonfly, and the breath around him continued to rise with the agitation of the ink pool.

In order to make his life cleaner in the future, he will not let Kong Yang go.

......

In the Momei Forest, Yi Wuxing glanced at the huge ink array that was slightly covered by the lobby of Momei Villa with complicated eyes, and then at the ink pool that had been covered by the ink array, his eyes were even more surprised, and he shook his head and said: "Momei Villa is really worthy of Momei Villa." ”

Behind Qu Youyuan's hand, there was the purest pride in his plain words: "My Momei Villa is unparalleled in the world. ”

Yi Wuxing put his gaze back on Qu Youyuan and sighed: "Mr. Qu Si, you have left five points of the Sect Protector Array in the lobby, three points scattered in the back mountain, and two points in the ink pool, but you have not left a single trace, it seems that your cultivation is much higher than we imagined." ”

Qu Youyuan glanced at the direction of the ink pool, a little relieved, and then said unceremoniously to Yi Wuxing, "What's the matter with you?"

He took a step forward, and the breath of righteousness in his chest suddenly exploded, and the leaves of the trees fell in the Momei forest.

Between one exhale and one inhalation, Qu Youyuan's breath was completely different from before.

Yi Wuxing sighed and said, "Admire." ”

Then he shook his head and said, "It's a pity." ”

Qu Youyuan's realm was very stable, as if he had been immersed in the immortal path for many years, but in fact, he had indeed just broken through the realm.

Crossing that threshold so easily and ordinarily, there are not many people in the world who can do it.

But such a brilliant figure was the enemy of the Holy Chamber, and he was immediately strangled by his own hands.

The green dragon phantom appeared behind Yi Wuxing, but it quickly merged into his body.

An aura that was enough to dominate the heavens and the earth enveloped the entire Mo Meilin in an instant.

Yi Wuxing opened his eyes, and his vertical pupils exuded a palpitating coercion, like an awakened giant beast looking down on the world.

"If I don't have the blood of the dragon, I may not be your opponent. Yi Wuxing looked at Qu Youyuan and said, "Mr. Qu Si, you are still big after all." ”

Qu Youyuan's expression was calm, as if he didn't feel the pressure of the Canglong bloodline at all, and between his sleeves, the aura that enveloped Mo Meilin was directly dispelled, leaving no room for maneuver.

"I didn't know until I hit it. ”

After speaking, Qu Youyuan smashed at Yi Wuxing with a fist, but before the fist wind arrived, the branches of the Momei tree were already dancing in the wind, as if they were cheering for Qu Youyuan.

......

Thousands of miles away, Ling Xiao Peak.

The Holy Pavilion is far away from the top of Lingxiao Peak, only one line away from the top of the clouds, and the scenery as far as the eye can see is also spectacular.

Some of the young Sacred Pavilion disciples liked to lean against the railing and look down at everything below Ling Xiao Peak.

But today they found something strange, as if it were two connected dots, which seemed to be still colored.

It was only when they got closer that they could see that it was a mountain, but there was a thin line behind the mountain that connected it to the island behind it. They are surrounded by colorful clouds, which is both spectacular and somewhat nondescript.

That mountain is the Shoreless Sword Peak.

Shang Yunjian stood on the top of the mountain, holding Mo Li in his hand, full of spirit and high morale.

In the clouds, Luo Qingchen looked at the Holy Pavilion, his eyes were a little complicated.

Long Yao stood at the forefront of the Shoreless Sword Peak, his fists clenched slightly.

Those guys want to start a war with the Holy Pavilion without her, but she is really not a second senior sister?