While speaking, the furious sea of consciousness suddenly fell into calm, quite a kind of thunder and rain.

However, the tranquility was only short-lived, and in an instant, it was noisy again, like the sea bursting its banks, more like a waterfall coming from the nine heavens, and it was sprinkled all over his sea of consciousness in an instant.

At this moment, Feng Qingyang opened his eyes, his eyes were like electricity, his red hair fluttered wantonly, his eyes looked at the cyan stone tablet in front of him, and the chaotic qi that was originally shrouded disappeared in an instant.

"The meaning of the town, the intention of killing, the meaning of sealing! I can only comprehend the meaning of the town, and it is also integrated into my fist intent, if I can comprehend the other two artistic conceptions in the future, it would be great. ”

Feng Qingyang muttered to himself, although he didn't comprehend the two meanings behind it, but he engraved it deeply in his heart, he only needed an opportunity, an opportunity to wait.

When a qiē water is formed, it is the time when it turns into a butterfly.

If he can have a brush at this time, he can also swing the earth-shattering stroke in that picture, one stroke to conquer the world, and kill the heavens!

Got up, shook and jumped quickly from a distance at this moment, standing on his shoulder, a pair of watery eyes looking ahead, its pupils drifting over a different color, but they flashed away.

Feng Qingyang took a step forward, and the cyan halo on his body disappeared suddenly, and then, the halo that shrouded the cyan stone tablet also dissipated at this moment, and after it dissipated, looking at the stone tablet again, it looked a little gloomy.

It seems that it is just an ordinary stone stele, nothing special, a simple big stone, with simple words, is completely an ordinary stone that cannot be ordinary in the ordinary.

Feng Qingyang grinned, and suddenly laughed softly, and the eye of the sky opened, like a bolt of lightning, and suddenly shot on the cyan stele, only to hear a boom, and the huge stele suddenly cracked.

Like a spider web, covered with dense cracks, and then he blew on the stele, and in an instant, the stele collapsed, and when it collapsed, it also disappeared in an instant.

It seems that the existence of the stele is just an illusion, which has never appeared, and the wind has passed without a trace, and it is gone in a blink of an eye.

"If this is what is called a seal, it disappoints me. ”

When he looked up, he looked at the brush in the sky, and at this time there was a new change, as if after he understood the 'meaning of the town', it was no longer aimed at the wind.

After all, the first artistic conception, the meaning of the town, is to follow the breath of heaven and earth, to seek the way, it seems to be intentionally entering the way of heaven, and the next two artistic conceptions are diametrically opposed, and after entering, they are ruined.

"It would be nice to be able to take that brush off in one fell swoop!"

His heart moved, and suddenly he had an idea, since it was a treasure, and it was met by him, wouldn't this have an unusual fate with him? If he didn't fight for it, he would definitely be angry to death.

As everyone knows, his murmuring at this time has made the old man in the mountain jump like thunder, the old man's eyes are cracked, dumbfounded, chattering for the old disrespect, if you listen carefully, you will find that he is abusing the wind and the wind is clear.

"Little thing, what seal is so unbearable?

The old man was speechless, at this time, he was still suffering from the thunder and thunder in the sky, although he didn't care about it on the surface, but if you looked closely, you will find that every time the thunder splits, his eyebrows will tremble unconsciously.

It is enough to see that he is not as relaxed as he imagined.

"That's my judge's pen, it's my spiritual weapon, you little thing, if you take my judge's pen, I will definitely stand up to you. ”

"How dare you, you are looking for death, bringing about your own destruction!"

I saw that the wind Qingyang rose from the ground with a loud voice, standing in the air, looking at the brush in the sky from afar, it originally bloomed with a strong sense of town, but at this moment it was instantly dim, maybe it was the wind Qingyang who understood the meaning of the town, maybe it found a new owner!

"That pen, I have a fate with you, are you willing to recognize me as the master? If you agree, move it!"

Coldly, he suddenly said such a sentence, and when the old man in the mountain heard it, he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes were dark, and he almost vomited three liters of blood.

And the flick in Feng Qingyang's arms was also two eyes, and his round body trembled at this moment, and the snow-white forehead hair suddenly turned crimson. A fluffy tail was also drooping, and it shook helplessly.

The humanized expression looks very cute, but this qiē, Feng Qingyang didn't know that at this time, he only had the brush in the sky in his eyes.

Intuition told him, it was definitely a treasure! The baby was in front of him, how could it not be unreasonable!

After a long time, the brush above his head did not make a single movement, Feng Qingyang was angry, his face was shocked, and a sense of suppression suddenly emanated.

In an instant, it seemed that the air had become heavy, and the gravitational force had changed, thick and viscous, as if falling into quicksand, and not only that, but it felt like the heavens and the earth were going to be pressed down.

"Don't pretend to be crazy and stupid, I know you must have your own consciousness, if you follow me, I will take you all over the cultivation realm and write the purest paper, how about it?"

"Poof!"

Hearing this, the old man in the mountain finally didn't hold back, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his breath suddenly became weak, and he looked a little sluggish, and the culprit of this qiē was Feng Qingyang's one-handed guide, but he didn't know.

The brush in the single room still did not react, and the wind flew up with a swish, at the same height as it, the eye of heaven opened, and after watching for a long time, the wind Qingyang suddenly stretched out his hand.

With a large hand, a majestic suction force came out, and he aimed at the end of the brush, trying to grasp it in his hand.

"You have a fate with me, today, come with me. ”

What he said seemed a bit brazen, but if you listen carefully, you will find that there is an inexplicable rhyme in that simple sentence.

The rhythm is full of temptation, but it seems to be very sincere, just like Liu Bei looking at the thatched house and wanting to invite Kong Ming out of the mountain, but it is not so simple.

Running the mana, the big hand became bigger in the wind, and at the same time, the suction power that came out also increased rapidly at this moment, like a bottomless cave, swallowing the world.

"Whether you want to follow more or not, I can't help you today, I want you to go, you have to go with me!"

At this moment, he is a little childish, revealing a persistence, but it seems to be more like willfulness, others look at him, they will only think that it is arrogant and unreasonable, but Feng Qingyang knows that this pen is a big opportunity for him.

He has a dream, that is, the zombie knows Taoism, and the people of Maoshan claim to be doing the way for the sky, but he is going against the sky! The connection between the two is, in the final analysis, more hatred.

"Come with me, that pen!"