As soon as the sun was released, the arrogant and tyrannical aura of the world suddenly disappeared without a trace!

The brilliant sky on Yang Nan's body was only for a moment, but the divine text in the world was missing by nearly half!

The words that originally filled the sky revealed a large gap, and the edge of the splendid inkstone appeared in front of Yang Nan!

"If you don't leave yet, when?" the wild song in the spiritual aperture shouted angrily!

Yang Nan woke up from the Great Freedom Realm that burned everything, and saw that half of the dense divine texts around him were missing, and a wave of joy rose in his heart, and with a grip of both palms, the black and white Immortal Yin and Yang Sword instantly appeared in his hand.

The immortal yin and yang sword is sharp in the world, Yang Nan borrowed the aftermath of Yanghuang's style, and slashed towards the sky with a sword.

The black and white qi are staggered like a rainbow through the sky!

With a click, after the badly damaged Splendid Inkstone lost half of its divine text, it could no longer trap Yang Nan, and the sky cracked in half, revealing the righteous hall outside the inkstone.

Yang Nan jumped into the terrifying splendid world and returned to the human world!

This escape from death made Yang Nan realize the true meaning of the original 'will to die' in the power of heaven and earth!

Thunder destroys the world, all things are annihilated, only life and death are dominated by the two intentions of heaven and earth, life can give birth to all things, death can destroy all things, the way of life and death is also the way of eternity, Yang Nan realized a trace of the death intent of the origin of heaven and earth between the catastrophes, not only to make the immortal yin and yang sword to a higher level, but also to completely grasp the essence of the Yanghuang style!

It is a trace of dead air that extinguishes all things, and it is no longer comparable to the magic powers of human monks!

This kind of harvest is far from being comparable to any magic weapon or spiritual treasure......

Therefore, when he rejoiced in his heart, he felt that he couldn't be better......

Some people have enlightened the Tao in their lifetime, but they have failed to attain the Tao in their lifetime, and some people have become enlightened once, but they are better than others' lives, Yang Nan has a glimpse of the death will of one of the ultimate origins of heaven and earth, which is better than any master in the world who has been practicing penance for hundreds of years!

Yang Nan turned his head and looked at Ji Cheng's eyes with a shuddering light of indifference, and the immortal yin and yang sword condensed by the aura in his palm was mighty, "Ji Cheng, your splendid inkstone has been broken, I want to kill you, like stepping on an ant!

Yang Nan entered the splendid inkstone, almost died, and when he saw Ji Cheng again at this moment, that killing intent could no longer be hidden!

With the power of the Yin and Yang Sword that cannot be extinguished, and the power of all things is extinguished, who dares to touch Yang Nanhu's beard?

Ji Cheng felt a chill in his heart, Yang Nan entered the splendid inkstone, not only did he not die, but he seemed to have made great progress in cultivation, the situation looked extremely weird, he had the heart to stop fighting, but how could he endure the pain of the splendid inkstone being hit hard?

Confucianism, has always needed countless Confucian children to provide for and refine with a literary atmosphere, Ji Cheng studied the splendid inkstone all his life, and by chance he unlocked three of the twelve divine texts, and now they are destroyed by Yang Nanyi, and the three divine texts have been re-transformed into mysterious and obscure ancient characters, and if you want to re-annotate, it will take Ji Cheng another thirty years to make it!

In this situation, how can we beg for mercy?

How can this hatred be stopped?

Ji Cheng's fists rang out, and he shouted angrily: "Becoming a king and defeating a villain, it's just death, Yang Nan, you ruined my life's work, this hatred is not shared, take your life!"

He shouted wildly, as if drunk, his body swayed, upside down, his steps were arrogant and messy, his demeanor was free, this road was full of pride, wide open and closed, and the handwriting of the Tao Dao came to Yang Nanlong!

This is the most mysterious and wonderful drunken book in the realm of calligraphy!

If it is intentional, if it is unintentional, it will show the way of heaven and earth change between intentional and unintentional!

"Hmph! a little supernatural power, you can destroy it with a backhand!" Yang Nan's eyebrows were cold, and the two inextinguishable yin and yang swords swirled, blooming with a terrifying aura, and a sword was slashed, impartially, before Ji Cheng was about to take the step!

A terrible breath of death passed by, Ji Cheng's soul was cold, the artistic conception of the drunken book was broken, and he couldn't write anymore, he made a mistake with his fists, and changed the stone inscription all the way, the stone inscription was square and upright, and it was intended to overcome evil with righteousness and suppress a thousand jun!

Yang Nan smiled coldly, and still slashed down with a sword, with a trace of annihilation, no matter what kind of calligraphy it is, I will cut it away from a sword, the power of annihilation in this sword intent is infinite, and a thousand spells are only illusory!

When the sharp and irresistible Immortal Yin and Yang Sword was cut down, Ji Cheng's condensed artistic conception was cut again.

Ji Cheng was furious, the realm of calligraphy, the emphasis is on the artistic conception, the second is in the number of roads, the true sect body technique that puts the intention first was even killed by Yang Nan, how can he not be angry?

Ji Cheng changed eighteen different kinds of calligraphy in a row, but Yang Nan just sneered again and again, every time the sword fell, whether it was graceful and beautiful or majestic, it was all unknown under the sword.

Ji Cheng had never met such a terrible opponent in his life, and the True Sect Body Technique could no longer continue, only standing in place and gasping slightly, Yang Nan stopped his sword momentum and sneered sideways: "You're done attacking, right? It's time to change me!"

As soon as Yang Nan's palm loosened, the Immortal Yin and Yang Sword still turned into two black and white children and returned to his body, his eyes darkened, and layers of dark clouds were enveloped around him, and the Yin Qi Hall seemed to turn into a netherworld hell in an instant, and a strong death aura emanated from Yang Nan's body!

Everyone in the main hall saw Yang Nan's aura change suddenly at this time, as if he had turned into a mountain of corpses, a sea of bones, a pool of blood, and a dark, cold, and desperate aura enveloped the entire hall from him!

Stygian Style!

After comprehending a trace of the mysteries of heaven and earth, Yang Nan practiced the dark and desperate dark void, the dark void is not a human thing, once this potential is used, what the enemy sees in his eyes, hears in his ears, and hears in his nose, all of them are powerful ghosts and white bones, ghosts and gods cry, and the endless breath of bloody death comes to his face, which makes people suddenly despair!

The white bones are like mountains, and the pools of blood are like seas! Ji Cheng only felt a change in front of his eyes, he was already in the Shura Hell, all kinds of terrifying and terrifying scenes rushed over, and when this eerie and terrible death qi rolled up to his body, Ji Cheng turned gray inch by inch from head to toe, and even the hair between his fingers was like a dead person!

Life is cut off, and the time of death has arrived!

Yang Nan took the form of the dark sky, and everyone watching the battle only felt that their eyes lit up, and they returned to the bright righteous qi hall again, and Ji Cheng, who had turned gray and white, froze in place, Yang Nan reached out with his palm and strangled his neck, Ji Liang was shocked, and shouted: "The master of the Yang Courtyard has mercy, I will admit defeat and hurt my third brother's life by mistake!"

Yang Nan raised his eyes, a dead aura rose in his eyes, and he replied lightly: "I am in the splendid inkstone, did Ji Chengke promise to let me out?"

Ji Liang saw the terrible look in Yang Nan's eyes that seemed to kill everything, his heart was cold, and he couldn't say any more words of pleading, Yang Nan smiled indifferently, and with a grip of his palm, Ji Cheng's throat bone was instantly shattered, and his gray body shook slightly, and a good head had fallen into Yang Nan's palm!

Yang Nan held Ji Cheng's head in his left hand, grabbed the dark and godless splendid inkstone with his right hand, looked at the people of Zhenzong and sneered: "The human head inkstone, Yang Nanju has accepted it, if you don't accept it, you can fight with me again!"

The monk duel, whether he lives or dies, Yang Nan is duel to kill Ji Cheng, even if the people of the True Sect are very sad, they can't say a single typo!

At this moment, Yang Nan turned into the Lord of Death, and he was already terrified at the sight of a terrifying murderous aura, even Ji Chengcheng, who was about to enter the realm of the Sage, died under his hands, which of the three thousand True Sect disciples would dare to send him to death?

When Ji Liang saw his brother's tragic death, he was furious, and shouted: "Yang Nan! you kill my brother, this hatred is not shared, and the true sect will never forget!"

Yang Nan smiled faintly and said, "What if you don't forget, what if you forget? If the True Sect has the ability, Yang Nan should take all kinds of means!"

Although Ji Liang shouted, he didn't dare to challenge Yang Nan again, in fact, he was not the strongest of the three heroes of the Ji clan, but the weakest one!

Yang Nan has the ability to kill Ji Cheng, Ji Liang is not his opponent, he can't measure himself, he will only die faster!

Seeing that Yang Nan had won, Xiao Ru stepped forward calmly, and said with a warm smile: "Old Grandmaster Ji, one win and one loss, it's a tie, I wonder if Old Grandmaster Ji still wants to challenge?"

Fang Xuan Yang Nan, one win and one loss, this Confucian battle is just a tie at this time, Xiao Ru challenged, Ji Liang and Ji Chang glanced at each other, Ji Chang sighed, the old face was full of determination, and said: "Xiao Zhang's Confucianism is profound, Ji Chang is not self-sufficient, but he still has to give it a try!"

Now, no one is willing to give up, although Xiao Ru is strong, but Ji Chang is ordinary?

Xiao Ru smiled, but his heart was full of joy, Ji Chang knew that he had the Saint King Zhu Pen in his hand, but he still did not give up the challenge, could it be that the most powerful character in the three heroes of the Ji family was not Ji Cheng, but this long-bearded and elegant Ji Chang?

However, no matter what Ji Chang cultivated, the dispute between Confucianism and Confucianism has reached this moment, it is difficult to give up, since Zhenzong has broken a Ji Cheng and came with a mission, he will never give up lightly, Xiao Ru's eyes were gloomy, and he raised his hand to Ji Chang and said: "Old Sect Master, please first!"

Ji Chang smiled indifferently, stretched out his fingers, and lightly scratched in the void, a stream of spiritual light flew out from his fingers, and a delicate flower gradually outlined in the void, this flower was gorgeous and gorgeous, delicate, and there were still a few drops of morning dew on the petals, trembling slightly in the air.

"Wonderful pen spirit flower, the stars are gathered, the heaven and the earth are nothing, only this truth exists!" Ji Chang held this shaped spirit flower, smiling, as if in the heaven and earth, everything is gone, only a spirit flower stretches its delicate body and blooms!

A flower contains the truth of the world, all things perish, no matter the wind, snow, frost, thunder and lightning landslides can not be destroyed!

"Master Xiao, if you have the means to destroy my flower of truth, Ji Chang is willing to bow down!"

A small flower, but it contains Ji Chang's lifelong understanding of the true meaning of Confucianism!

If this flower is completed, it cannot be destroyed by magic and spirit flowers!

"Confucianism?" Xiao Ru's face froze, his palm was gently raised, and a small and elegant jade pen was in his hand in the palm of his white jade, although the shape of this jade pen was small, but the breath it carried was extremely wonderful, and a vast literary aura naturally emanated from the pen, like the stars in the sky, far and endless.