People saw that the white-haired and white-clothed man who suddenly appeared was standing in the air, slowly stretching out his hand, and there was a rainbow in the distance.

This is a pen, a pen that shakes heaven and earth.

The trembling of the heavens at this moment is all because of this pen.

The most brilliant color in the world is none other than a thousand purples and reds. But here is the most solemn, only the color of boundlessness.

A stroke divides the heaven and the earth into two, and there is ink under a glance.

Heaven and earth are silent, all because of the white cloth.

A majestic, tumbling surge. The word god behind him is dyed, as if the white robe is the real god here.

Even if there is no such word, this green dragon and vermilion bird. After a low but loud voice, the behemoth that appeared was enough to confirm that this was the only god between heaven and earth.

"The spirits of the four gods, three have appeared... In fact, they all respect this person.... Person... Where did it come from, what kind of identity... And that's not all... Unexpectedly... ......"

The strongest person in this world was stunned for a while, his eyes and pupils shrank sharply, and a heart beat better than a drum.

Only a few people understand and know. What does that pen represent?

The instrument of Zhentian, the pen of Zhentian. For countless years, the earth-shattering pen that no one can mention and has never stepped out of this world has crossed the entire sky through countless thousands of miles.

The Seven Realms of the Divine Realm, under this stroke, are actually connected together. Heaven and earth are in turmoil, and they are all surging. One by one, loud noises are connected.

At this moment, except for those who closed their eyes, all the strong people raised their heads suddenly. Through this rain of flowers, looking at the sky.

Their hearts were shocked, and their breath was short. This is a great change, and no one has ever been able to completely interrupt the next door to the Seven Realms.

There are a lot of places here that are full of aura, but only some places. Due to the isolation of the Seven Realms, the aura of heaven and earth cannot be completely revived, sweeping away the old and the past.

This is nothing to the Protoss. Because for the Protoss, bloodline inheritance is the master. But the human race is different, the scarcity of spiritual energy blocks the way of too many people.

To be able to stand out among the crowd, you need to go through too many obstacles, and in the end it is still troublesome.

Reiki is very important to the Terrans. However, no one can solve this critical problem. As long as it continues every day, then even if the human race has the two strongest powers, the number of strong people is still far from being comparable to that of the god race.

However, now this problem has been broken with a pen.

“........”

Someone was silent, and it took a long time before he took a deep breath and spoke in a condensed voice.

"Impermanent old monsters... Person... He was able to swing the pen of Zhentian... And the spirit of the three gods... They all respect him, what is the origin? The Lord of the Nether... What's the plan?"

Banzu's eyes showed jealousy, in the Seven Realms of the Divine Domain, perhaps only he and God knew what the Heaven Suppression Vessel represented.

This is the recognition of this world, the choice of the master of this world.

Impermanence is an old monster, though he is revered as God. It also happened to break that domain and saw the Celestial Weapon. But it can't be recognized, so it can't be mentioned. But because of this, he copied the scattered spiritual rhyme, stepped into the realm of annihilation, and became God.

He is also the only God who preaches in the Skyclave.

"It's not this person who mentioned it, it's the instrument of the heavens... Self-willing... into his hands. This is just one of the towns... If the painting of the Divine Domain falls into the hands of this person... It represents... Person... He will be the true Lord of this realm. It's not like the old man who claims to be ......."

God's breathing was already rapid, and his eyes were fixed on the piece of paper hanging in the air, and his hands were clenched tightly.

He was a little frightened, because the position of God was very important. If you lose these two heaven-relieving vessels, how can you copy the road in the future and take this last step?

The man... will be the lord of this realm. And where will his position of God go?

I'm afraid there is no way.

"Lord of the Nether.... This is to make me wait for the pattern of the Seven Realms of the Divine Domain to be completely cleansed. Down to the independent shoulders of the Protoss and the Terrans, up to the old man... Such a position of God. ”

The old man smiled bitterly, he still despised the Lord of the Netherworld. Perhaps, the white-haired man is the newly established person in charge of the Netherworld, and he has completely reduced the Seven Realms of the Divine Realm to a subordinate of the Netherworld.

A bloody purge, a life after the destruction. At this time, if someone can calm down this turmoil, they will undoubtedly become a hero in this world to save the suffering.

This is the savior recognized by all beings, heaven and earth.

The appearance of Zhentian's pen is no longer able to interfere. If the old man makes a move, it will be against the will of this world, and in the end, it will be a bamboo basket for water, and everything borrowed will be taken away.

"Panzu... Old man... Changed my mind. If you can make a move, the old man is willing to offer Taiyi Xingyue dust with both hands. What do you think?"

This involves the position of God, and the old man finally couldn't help it. Now only Banzu can make a move. Only when Banzu makes a move, will not touch the will of heaven and earth.

"Taiyi Star Moon Dust ......."

In the far distance, the team looked up and chuckled: "Impermanent old monster, sure enough, in your heart, all beings in this world are still inferior to God." This deal, the old man took it!"

When the words fell, this holy mountain shook violently. The rivers of sand and gravel are all flowing backwards. As long as one breath passes, there will be a giant in this heaven and earth that is a hundred or a thousand times taller than the ancient gods of the ten ancient races.

At that time, it will surely shock the world. It's just that when this vibration just sounded, another wave and a subterfuge covered the pressure.

A probe sounded again. Echo in the heavens and the earth.

"Several hesitations, several vicissitudes. I thought that in my heart I was strong enough. Nothing can shake my stubbornness. ”

"It's just that I still think too much. I still haven't fully grasped the way that the master preached. Therefore, there was a trace of escape in my heart. I know that when I meet that one, I am destined to be no longer extraordinary, and I am not destined to follow the ordinary path. ”

"My way, in a farther place. My path is not my own path. ”

As far as people could see, the man in white stretched out his hand, and with a stroke of the hand, he fell from a great height.

This time, the white-haired man looked up into the distance, his white sleeves fluttering backwards with the wind.

The clothes are insignificant, and this is a perfect sound.

Suddenly raised his head, and glanced at him. In the light of his eyes, countless images appeared.

There are tens of millions of people, and there is no end in sight. Perhaps, these figures are not more than 10 million at all, but more than 100 million people.

"In this troubled world, maybe I can't calm down. But this beacon fire ignites mountains and rivers, and it always has to be tried to extinguish it. Even if it's not the old days. ”

One stroke, one stroke. There was a piece of paper、In an instant, a long river appeared。

This long river will set a storm.

This is, the river of all beings. Today, there are people who will enter the Tao of sentient beings and enter Nirvana in one fell swoop, and they will be classified as Nirvana.