At this moment, the square was silent, and everyone was already stunned.

Sage!

A real saint!

Only the appearance of saints can make such a vision occur in heaven and earth.

After the silence, there was a fierce boiling, the crowd let out an exclamation, and many people were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.

It's not that they're excited about the reappearance of the saint, it's because they're excited to see the saint themselves, like chasing stars.

Although the Yin Yang Venerable and the Five True Monarchs did not react as violently as these people, their eyes also revealed excitement, after all, the saint came to the world again, and for the sect of these people who had once had a saint, it was not so simple to look at it.

Ever since all the saints in the world mysteriously disappeared after the "10,000-year tribulation, 1,000-year tribulation", they have been investigating the cause and the whereabouts of the saints.

But nearly a thousand years have passed, and several heads of the sects have survived, and they have not found any clues, as if everything about the saints has been erased from the world.

So to be able to see a saint with their own eyes now means that they have a chance to find those saints who have disappeared.

........

In the earnest eyes of everyone, the vicissitudes of life around him, the majestic aura converged back into the body of the tall male saint, and the vision between heaven and earth disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, the tall male saint who was standing motionless in the void suddenly moved.

I saw him holding a sword in his left hand and dancing his sword moves.

Holding the pen in his right hand, he wrote at great speed in the air, and every movement was extremely graceful and natural.

As the tall male saint continued to dance, it suddenly rained in the sky of the bluestone square.

Drops of pale inky raindrops fall from the sky, and when they approach the human body and the ground, they quietly disappear, everything seems so natural, as if it should be.

Through the pale inky raindrops, the figure of the tall male saint appeared even more mysterious and ethereal.

.........

Just when everyone was fascinated by the view, the Yin Yang Venerable standing at the front suddenly rose into the air and rushed towards the crack in the air like crazy.

Because the speed of the Yin Yang Venerable was too fast, when everyone reacted, they saw that he had already reached the crack, and then wanted to rush into the crack without the slightest hesitation.

But just as his body touched the crack, two black spears suddenly shot out from inside, piercing into the legs of the Yin Yang Venerable as if they were nothing, and fixed him in the void, unable to advance for half a minute.

Seeing this scene, everyone's hearts were shocked, the saint was really invincible in the world! Just two spears could nail a Venerable in the void!

Immediately, everyone wondered in their hearts again, what happened to Venerable Yin and Yang, why did you want to attack the Sage Incense Realm?

In everyone's confusion, they saw the Yin Yang Venerable with two spears stuck in his thighs, kneeling in the void, his eyes staring at the middle-aged male saint who was dancing the sword, and roared in a hoarse voice: "Master Jimo, is it you? I am Xiao Liuzi." ”

Yin Yang Venerable's voice was very loud, and of course everyone in the distance could hear it clearly.

Suddenly, everyone was even more confused. The tall male saint inside is called Jimo?

This shouldn't be, it's the ancient sage incense realm, and if you can be in it, of course it's an ancient sage.

The ancient sage was a figure before the "Ten Thousand Years Tribulation", and the Yin and Yang Venerable was after the "Thousand Years Tribulation", with a difference of more than 9,000 years in between, how could he know this tall male saint?

Compared to everyone's doubts, a trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Five True Monarchs, and then they understood something.

Immediately, Dao Yi Zhenjun turned his head to look at the four people beside him, and said in a somewhat uncertain voice: "The extreme ink in the mouth of the Yin and Yang seniors, is it that one?"

Hearing Daoyi's words, the other four True Monarchs' eyes flashed slightly, and they groaned slightly, and then nodded in unison: "It should be the one!"

"If it was that one, it might have been a lot more complicated than we thought. Daoyi looked into the air again and muttered with a solemn face.

"People who shouldn't be there are people who shouldn't be there. The Buddha Master, who had been silent from beginning to end, suddenly said this.

"Hmm!" the four nodded.

At this time, the True Monarch of the Sword on the edge suddenly grinned and said, "Do you think we should inform him! With his cultivation and ability, he may be able to deduce something." ”

Hearing the words of a knife, Dao Yi and the four people were slightly stunned, and quickly shook their heads and said, "If you want to notify, you go and inform, we don't know anything." ”

"Cut, I'll tell you, I'll notify! He glanced at the four of them disdainfully, and then took out a palm-sized, finger-thick black large-screen mobile phone from his arms.

Then he swiped twice on the screen, tapped on a note that read the name of His Holiness Xiao Erlang, and then put the phone next to his ear.

Two seconds later, the One Sword Venerable said with a smile on his face, "Hey Venerable, are you there?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, his face became a little unnatural, and then he nodded again and put his phone away.

"Well, what did he say?" asked Daoyi and the four at once.

Yidao Zhenjun pursed his lips and said: "He told me to get out, saying that if I was disturbing him, he would strip me naked and hang me on Jiuding Mountain for everyone to see." ”

"Uh... The Dao Yi and the others immediately showed a gloating smile, and sighed in their hearts: "He's in retreat, and he really can't be messed with!"

Looking at the expressions of the four people, Yidao Zhenjun said again: "He will let his natal magic weapon come over and take a look!"

"That's good!" the four of them nodded.

The five true monarchs were happy, but Lin Leyu and Wu Yingying, who were standing behind, were confused and had many questions in their hearts.

Who is Jimo?

Why shouldn't it show up?

Why did Yin Yang Venerable suddenly go crazy?

What does he have to do with Jimo?

Finally, unable to hold back the curiosity in his heart, Lin Leyu raised his hand and poked at Dao Yizhenjun. After waiting for the Dao to turn around, he said with curiosity in his eyes: "Senior, who are you talking about Jimo?"

Hearing Lin Leyu ask this, Tianyunzi on the side, and the Dream Fairy also stretched out their heads to hear it, but they had never heard of this extreme ink.

Dao Yi glanced at the four of them, and said with a slight smile: "This involves the past of the Yin and Yang predecessors and his sect, I can't say much, I can only tell you ........."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, his face became serious, and he said in a deep voice: "The Extreme Ink Saint is the first saint after the 'Ten Thousand Years Tribulation', and he is also the god of the cultivation realm!"

"God?" Lin Leyu was a little surprised, and Wu Yingying and Yimeng on the side were also surprised. Only Tianyunzi had a calm face, but there was a hint of strangeness in his eyes.

"Yes, God!" said Daoichi with a long breath, "Before the Ten Thousand Years Tribulation, the way for monks to attain sainthood was to follow the path of incense. However, after the "Ten Thousand Years Tribulation" occurred, the way of incense also disappeared with the ancient saints, and the path for the monks to reach the saints was also cut off. ”

"It wasn't until 5,000 years ago that the Extreme Ink Saint was born and reached the Saint Realm with a completely new method, and then he announced this method, so it is not an exaggeration to call him the god of the cultivation realm. ”

'Oh!' Lin Leyu nodded when he heard this, admiring this Extreme Ink Sage in his heart. He researched the super cultivation method by himself, and he shared it with everyone without charging any patent fees, and he was really a good person with selfless dedication! For this kind of person, he can only say that he deserves to be respected.

Lin Leyu was sighing, and someone in the crowd behind him shouted.

Look! The saint drew a picture.

Immediately, Lin Leyu and Dao Yi and the others looked at the crack.

At this moment, the Yin Yang Venerable was still kneeling in front of the crack and kept roaring, but his voice had become hoarse.

The "Extreme Ink Sage" in the crack had stopped dancing, and in the void in front of him, a huge ink painting appeared. Although this ink painting is imprinted in the dark void, everyone can still clearly see the content on it.

I saw that it was a continuous mountain, and in the sky above the high mountain, there were seven monks with different expressions, but because they were all backs, all of them could not see their faces clearly.

Without exception, the monks all looked up at the sky, as if they were looking at something.

'What are you looking at?' the crowd wondered.

At this moment, the ink painting suddenly moved, and then the sky above the heads of the seven monks in the painting suddenly cracked to both sides, and then a shocking sword shadow pierced through the crack and stabbed straight at the seven monks.

Old!

Vicissitudes!

Majesty!

Unstoppable! It makes people tremble from the bottom of their hearts, and they can't raise the slightest desire to resist, as if fate should be like this, and every living being should die under the shadow of this sword.

This is the feeling of everyone present after seeing the sword shadow, Yin Yang Venerable, the Five True Monarchs, the Soul Devouring True Monarch, Lin Leyu and other people present!

......

The sword shadow stabbed down slowly, and the seven monks in the painting stood dumbfounded, just like Lin Leyu and the others, without the slightest sign of resistance.

Without any hindrance, the shadow of the sword slashed over the bodies of the seven monks, then across the mountains below, and then disappeared into the void.

The moment the shadow of the sword disappears, everything in the painting disappears, as if it never existed.

The ink painting disappeared, but the "Extreme Ink Sage" was still standing in the void as before.

Quiescence!

The square fell into a deathly silence, and even the sound of breathing could not be heard.

It was a long time before someone in the crowd fell to their knees, panting weakly.

With the first, there was immediately a second, and all the soy sauce beaters knelt down like wheat that had been cut down.

The bodies of the five True Monarchs in the front not only shook, but the Wu Yingying, Tianyunzi, and Yimeng Fairy in the second row swayed as if they did not pour the urn.

Only Lin Leyu was still looking up, looking at the void in front of the Extreme Ink Saint in the crack.

At this time, Wu Yingying grabbed Lin Leyu, leaned on him softly, and said weakly: "Lin Leyu, are you okay?"

Hearing Wu Yingying's voice, Lin Leyu reacted and exclaimed: "I'm rubbing! It's the first time I've seen such a big sword." ”

After speaking, he looked back at Wu Yingying, Tianyunzi and the soy sauce maker who was kneeling on the ground behind him, and said blankly: "What's wrong with you, are you faint from the sword?"