With a squeak, the door to the lobby of Momei Villa was pushed open.

With the sudden sound of explosion and the roar of the dragon, Mr. Wenliu walked in slowly.

With a wave of her hand, the door closed again, shutting everything out.

Mo Qing hurriedly stepped forward to help.

Mo Yuan thought to himself that his mother looked very good, why should he help, but his sister went to help, and he couldn't stay where he was, so he also ran forward.

Mr. Wenliu did not refuse, and in fact could not refuse.

After unfolding the Purification of the Human World, her cultivation had already dried up, and there were faint signs of depravity, and now she was just holding on.

Giving most of the weight of his body to his two children, Mr. Wenliu breathed a sigh of relief and felt so enjoyable.

She walked to Feng Liangjie's side with the support of Mo Qing Moyuan, began to meditate and breathe, raised her eyes to look at the inquiring eyes around her, and chuckled: "Why are you so nervous, small scene." ”

A female disciple's voice trembled a little and said, "But Master...... Mr. Four has just been directly swept away. ”

Mr. Wen Liu waved his hand a little impatiently and said, "Your Fourth Uncle Qu has always been rough and thick-skinned, so it's okay." ”

This seemed unconvincing, but the disciples of Momei Villa did not refute it.

Although looking out the window, Mermerin was already a mess, but they just believed that their fourth gentleman was capable of defeating the man covered in cyan dragon scales.

Similarly, they unconditionally believe in other gentlemen who do not know where to fight.

Despite the brilliance of the Templar, they always believed that Momei Villa would be victorious.

Because it is unreasonable to go to war without declaring it.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator is not from Momei Villa, so I don't know where their confidence came from.

Even he, when he had just seen the big pit that Qu Youyuan had smashed out of Mo Meilin, he couldn't help but feel a trace of fear, even if there was a large array of isolation.

He knew in his heart that it was the dragon power born with the Canglong bloodline.

It has been mentioned in countless classics that the holder of the dragon bloodline is born with dragon power, and dragon power can make people feel trembling from the depths of their souls, and Gao Yang Song can compete with Ning Zhurong in terms of coercion with the body of a mortal, which is the reason.

Yi Wuxing is not an ordinary dragon bloodline holder, he is also the Blue Dragon Envoy of the Holy Pavilion.

Northern Meditation Cultivator really couldn't imagine what chance Qu Youyuan could have in this situation.

A chime rang into the lobby.

This sound was very faint, but it could pass through the large array, and the original volume was probably able to easily shock a cultivator who was not in the realm to death.

Bei Mingxiu looked out the window with a grim expression.

In the middle of the Mo Mei forest, Yi Wuxing was slightly stunned.

Qu Youyuan got up from the big pit and glanced in the direction of the ink pool, his worried expression flashed and disappeared.

Then he slapped the dust off his body, the spiritual ink in his palms flowed, and he once again launched an offensive towards Yi Wuxing.

......

There was a thunderclap in the inkwell.

The black water bursts out in all directions, but the water is as thick as thick ink and falls back into the pool in a few moments.

Kong Yang stood in the inkwell, but there was not a drop of water under his feet, as if the inkpool automatically made way for him.

When the waves calmed down, Yan Cheng appeared in front of his eyes again.

Kong Yang was silent for a moment and said, "I have to admit it, Mr. Yan Wu, I underestimated you a little. ”

The previous thunderous sound was already done with all his might, intending to break the resonance between the ink pool and Yan Cheng with the momentum of thunder, and then kill Yan Cheng in an instant.

But the moment the inkwell exploded, Yan Cheng reacted.

He had never seen someone who could draw talismans so quickly and so well, even if it was Zhuge Immortal Master, he was not as fast as him.

It seemed that in just an instant, countless strokes appeared in the heavens and the earth.

Five layers of rune enchantments, three earth walls, and a vortex appeared in front of his eyes, forcibly blocking the thunderous blow he launched with the Xuanwu shield with immeasurable killing power, and the connection between Cheng and the ink pool was also repaired by a stroke under his nose, making him have to retreat.

The blow was unsuccessful, because of the lock spirit array, his spiritual power could not be replenished, and his face was a little pale.

On the other hand, Yan Cheng on the other side was already embarrassed, but now he is just a little more embarrassed.

Yan Cheng's cultivation on the rune path far exceeded his expectations.

Looking at the serious look that finally appeared on Kong Yang's face, Yan Cheng's eyes were lowered, and he didn't intend to respond to his seriousness.

From beginning to end, he thought about one thing.

Get this guy away as soon as possible, and then go back to practice writing with peace of mind.

It was such a simple idea that it was worth his full effort.

He was such a simple man.

Since he became famous at a young age, his life has almost been filled with calligraphy, but at the age of fifteen, he has been among the best in the field of calligraphy, and even at the age of twenty, he has been recognized by the people of the world and won the title of calligraphy saint. Nine-zero look

There have been many book saints in the human world for hundreds of years, and he is the youngest of them.

At that time, he was not complacent, but felt annoyed by those who admired him, until one day he met a woman who received money to write inscriptions for others on the shore of West Lake.

The word didn't look pretty, but he saw something deeper in it.

He stepped forward to talk to the woman, then ...... was convinced.

Since then, there has been one less Young Book Saint in the human world, and one more disciple in the fifth rank in Momei Villa.

Halfway to the monk, the heart is not above the practice, now can also enter the Tao with books, and the body of the immortal can be achieved naturally, and those who can do this can only be said to the whole world.

Mr. Momei Mountain Zhuang Yan Wu.

......

The rune of Momei Villa comprehends the world with pen and ink in his hand.

Among the eight gentlemen of Momei Villa, no one is more familiar with the pen in his hand than him, no one is closer to the ink on the pen than him, and no one enjoys the process of drawing symbols more than him.

In his eyes, drawing symbols, also known as calligraphy, is the purest art.

Because of this, in the difficult days when Momei Villa was not well-known and he had to occasionally sell a book to survive, the brothers and sisters would always come to him for help if they needed to draw a talisman, and this habit has continued to this day.

Calligraphy was almost instinctive, and it was no different in this battle.

Countless runes appeared on the tip of his pen.

The water waves of the ink pond gradually flattened, the ink-colored lotus leaves appeared one after another, and the lotus flowers were in full bloom.

Kong Yang was in the middle of the lotus sea, and his expression was solemn.

He finally confirmed a conjecture.

This inkpool has completely become Yan Cheng's personal fairyland, as long as he wants, he can take it to the top of the clouds at any time.

A person who has just broken through the immortal level and whose realm is not stable has actually refined a fairy realm at such a fast speed, who can believe this.

Although Kong Yang himself has the ability to create a fairyland of his own, he has never put it into practice, and at this time, watching the ink pool change with the words and strokes, he felt a little emotional.

The fairyland is the small world of the immortals, and he stays in the world of words at this time.

Now it seems that his previous choice to enter the ink pool to rob and kill Yan Cheng was a mistake.

But that doesn't mean he's going to sit still.

The Xuanwu shield slammed into the inkpool.

An even more subtle power spread out, quickly enveloping the entire inkpool.

With a flash of inspiration on the Xuanwu Shield, the Heavenly Lotus Leaf shattered and dissipated, turning into a little bit of spiritual ink and falling.

The inkwell regained its calm.

The spiritual ink written by Yan Cheng also fell one after another.

He fell into a trance for a moment.

Kong Yang coughed lightly twice and gently put down the Xuanwu Shield.

The Xuanwu Shield just suspended silently above the ink pool, and the fluctuations of the ink pool were silent.

Temporarily ban a small world, even Sima Wuhua would have a great injury to his vitality, if it weren't for Kong Yang's Xuanwu shield is a rare artifact, and he had practiced the Earth Spirit Forbidden Seal, the two were combined, and he barely sealed the ink pool for three minutes.

But that's enough.

He looked at the inkless pen and was a little stunned, and sneered: "Now, you are naked." ”

With a splash of water, Kong Yang's figure shot out.

Yan Cheng frowned slightly, thinking that this person was so annoying.

He began to think, and it lasted only a moment.

You can't hide, he doesn't like sports since he was a child.

So he chose to attack head-on.

The pen in his hand was swung out again, and the tip of the pen was snow-white, without ink, but with a symbol.

Several enchantments unfolded again, but compared to the last time, this enchantment seemed much paler, as if it would disappear at any moment.

The barrier is still strong, but unfortunately there is no ink pool.

With a crisp sound, the barrier shattered.

Kong Yang imprinted a palm on Yan Cheng's chest, and the suppressed ink pool was so excited that even the large array of Momei Villa that protected Yan Cheng appeared a crack.

The wind blew with the palm wind, and the blood in Yan Cheng's mouth spurted wildly, and it fell powerlessly on the side of the ink pool.

Kong Yang stood in the center of the inkwell, looking at his right hand with a slightly different expression.

There was a blood streak that gradually spread, and the blood dripped down, which was particularly conspicuous.