Hearing this, the soy sauce players who were kneeling on the ground stopped gasping and looked up at Lin Leyu, their eyes full of astonishment and incomprehension.

Relying on Lin Leyu's Wu Yingying, Tianyunzi, and Dream Fairy, the five true monarchs behind also looked at it in a daze.

They really couldn't figure it out, why there were such people in the world who were so dead, just say that the law of the Great Dao was a great sword, and satirize the seniors in the cultivation realm, is this too long?

For everyone's strange gazes, Lin Leyu didn't seem to see it, his eyes revealed confusion, and he didn't feel anything wrong at all.

After looking at it for a few seconds, the five True Monarchs turned around and continued to look at the rift, wanting to see how things would develop next.

At this time, the Yidao Zhenjun on the edge suddenly said: "Daoyi, how does this kid you choose feel a little like him! ”

Hearing the words of the One Sword True Monarch, Dao Yi and the other three True Monarchs were stunned for a moment, then turned their heads to look at Lin Leyu again, and then nodded thoughtfully.

At this time, Lin Leyu, who was originally a little stunned in the back, suddenly shook his body, and then the confused look in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a sense of clarity.

"What's going on?" Lin Leyu knocked on his head, wondering in his heart.

Just now, when he saw the huge sword shadow in the ink painting, his mind suddenly went blank, as if the computer had crashed.

Although I have recovered now, I feel as if I have forgotten something.

"Is there something wrong with your brain? Do you want to go to the hospital tomorrow, what if something really happens?" Lin Leyu thought as he looked at the sky.

..........

At this moment, the Yin Yang Venerable, who was kneeling in the air by the spear, began a new round of howling.

"Master Jimo, I'm Xiao Liuzi, you look back..."

"Extreme Ink Lady ........"

Suddenly, a terrible howl filled the sky over the square, which smelled sad and listened to tears.

But before the Yin Yang Venerable could shout a few times, the "Extreme Ink Sage", who was originally standing quietly in the crack, suddenly raised his pen and wrote a word in the air, and then the word galloped out and flew in front of the Yin Yang Venerable.

The sad Yin Yang Venerable, who was half-squinting his eyes and howling, noticed that a vague shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, and immediately stopped shouting and opened his eyes to look.

Before he could see what the words were, more than two dozen characters flew out of the crack, and then formed a text with the one in front of him in the air.

Falling from above, from right to left, after reading this text, the Yin Yang Venerable's somewhat ruddy face, which had been howling, became even redder.

At the same time, the Five True Monarchs standing in the distance also saw this text, and when they saw the content of the text clearly, their expressions became very strange, and they were all silent.

At this time, Lin Leyu, who was thinking about looking at his brain, heard the howl of the Yin Yang Venerable stop, thinking that the saint in the crack was moving again, and then turned to look at the Yin Yang Venerable.

It just so happened that he also saw this text, carefully recognized it, and involuntarily read it out.

"Get out, you old king and eight calves, who are you crying for here, you have to cry to cry your master, don't be embarrassed here!"

As soon as he finished reading it, Lin Leyu felt that something was wrong, and there was a faint feeling of offending people.

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, he saw that the five true monarchs of the Dao were brushing themselves together, and his eyes were meaningful.

Especially the handsome son brought by the Yin Yang Venerable, his face was even more unhappy.

"Hah! I ....... Lin Leyu just wanted to defend himself, but who knew that the five true monarchs and the young man turned around again, and didn't give him a chance to explain at all.

Lin Leyu suddenly felt depressed in his heart, and he couldn't wait to slap his two big mouths, what could he do with these mouths, he had to speak.

Wu Yingying, who was resting on Lin Leyu's shoulder, suddenly raised her head and said a little weakly: "Lin Leyu, I beg you to be a person! ”

Hearing this, Lin Leyu's heart became even more depressed.

...........

And when Lin Leyu was depressed, the "Extreme Ink Sage" in the crack put away the pen and sword, and then slowly turned outward.

Sensing this, everyone immediately turned their eyes to the crack, wanting to see the true face of this legendary saint.

As the "Extreme Ink Sage" slowly turned around, everyone's hearts rose to their throats, nervous and excited, as if they were about to meet the lover of their dreams.

One breath, two breaths.

The Extreme Ink Sage turned, and his face was fully displayed in front of everyone.

But at the moment, everyone's expressions were not surprise, but horror, and a chill rose from the depths of their hearts and spread throughout their bodies.

The Yin Yang Venerable, who was kneeling in the void, shouted even more, "Why is this happening? Why? You are the First Saint, how did you become like this?"

I saw that the face of the "Extreme Ink Sage" was as pale as paper, and his eyes were hollow! This hollow was not an emotionless hollow, but his eyes had been dug out by someone for unknown reasons, leaving only two black holes.

What made people feel even more creepy was that the chest of the "Extreme Ink Sage" was empty from the dantian, and all his internal organs were hollowed out. At this moment, all that stands here is an empty skin.

The same question arose in everyone's hearts like that of Venerable Yin and Yang, "Why is this happening? How could a saint, a creature standing at the top of the pyramid of the cultivation realm, become an empty skin! What other power in this world can turn a saint like this?"

Silence, dead silence spread across the bluestone square, and everyone's hearts were clouded.

The impact of an empty-skinned saint on them is too great, what is the purpose of cultivation, isn't it just for the sake of great strength and a long life.

But if all the powerful Dao saints have become like this, what will happen to these cultivators who are 108,000 miles behind the saints?

Is this the end of the monks?

Questions, confusion, confusion, fear, and confusion haunt everyone's heart like a nightmare.

Just when everyone doubted their lives, the hollow-eyed "Extreme Ink Sage" mechanically glanced out of the crack.

Then his body moved suddenly, rushing towards the crack like an inky lightning bolt, and at the same time, the incense realm trembled, as if it was about to collapse at any moment.

In an instant, the body of the "Extreme Ink Saint" reached the front of the crack, and the next second it was about to rush into the crack.

But at this moment, a mutation arose, and in the depths of the trembling incense realm, countless translucent filaments suddenly appeared, which were tied to all parts of the body of the "Extreme Ink Sage" like tentacles, and suddenly shrank backwards.

Under the pull of the filament, the body of the "Extreme Ink Saint" that was about to rush into the crack suddenly stopped, and then retreated little by little.

Upon discovering this, the body of the "Extreme Ink Sage" suddenly dispersed, turning into puffs of inky smoke and continuing to rush towards the crack.

However, as if consciously, the filaments quickly separated into countless roots and wrapped around the inky smoke, and then continued to pull back.

Roar......

A hoarse roar emanated from countless streams of inky smoke, and then the inky smoke was crumbled together, and the "Extreme Ink Sage" reappeared.

It's just that at this moment, his face is hideous, and black liquid flows out of his empty eyes, which looks extremely terrifying.

Roar......

The "Extreme Ink Saint" let out another hoarse roar, his voice full of anger and unwillingness.

With the roar, his body accelerated suddenly, and the filament tied to his body was pulled off a large piece at once, and then the whole person rushed into the crack.

In an instant, the incense realm trembled even more, and pieces of spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the air around the crack. The sky began to boil like boiling water, and the ground of the square began to crack layer by layer.

In the blink of an eye, Bluestone Square turned into a ruin again.

One inch, two inches.

The "Extreme Ink Saint" slowly rushed out of the crack with the silk thread, and the moment his upper body touched the outer realm, the silk thread tied to his body quickly melted.

But the boiling sky outside changed, and I saw that the sky was like being split by a knife, splitting into two petals from the middle, revealing a pitch-black abyss like a gluttonous mouth.

Then a sword shadow flew out of the crack and slashed down the void towards the Extreme Ink Sage.

The moment the sword shadow appeared, the ground of the entire bluestone square suddenly turned into a piece of powder, and the buildings around the square began to crumble and turn into powder.

The people standing in the distance were even more miserable, just looking at the sword shadow in the painting had already made them weak and powerless.

Now that I felt it myself, the feeling of powerlessness was even stronger, even though this sword shadow was not aimed at them.

The shadow of the sword was like light, and it quickly reached the sky above the Extreme Ink Saint, and it was about to slash the saint.

Tianyunzi in the crowd suddenly took out a hand bone and threw it into the crack.