After carefully looking at it for a moment, Yang Xuan's heart was still filled with heavy doubts and caution, after the previous two strange attacks, he became extremely cautious. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hmph"

There was a sudden cold snort in the void, as if he was reprimanding Yang Xuan for his cautiousness, without a trace of courage as a cultivator.

Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows, the meaning contained in this inexplicable voice, he didn't know it at all, and thought about all the possible dangers by himself, and the thunder around him secretly converged, wandering among the meridians, so that he could call it in time.

Where the ghostly light is, it is a huge corridor, as if two spaces are connected in succession, one end is an extremely rich pitch black color, and the other end is a halo of light, dazzling and dazzling.

As soon as the servant stepped into it, Yang Xuan was stunned in place, and a huge silver pillar of light with an irregular column and body stood in the middle of it, looking like it was dozens of zhang high, the thickness of the grinding plate, and the top could not be seen at a glance, but the bottom of the pillar of light was like ink, like a waterhole, such a strange scene, it appeared alive in front of his eyes.

Looking along the silver pillar of light, I saw a golden flash that was countless times smaller than the others, flying and swaying endlessly, as if it was very happy.

"Mortal pen?"

Suddenly a buzzing sound echoed in this space, and the mortal dust pen circulating in mid-air seemed to hear the call of its master, and the golden light was immediately flourishing, like a golden arrow, flying straight down, reaching a distance of about three feet in front of him, and then suddenly stopped, and he couldn't stop trembling slightly.

"Are you happy?"

Yang Xuan's tentative inquiry, perhaps even he didn't expect that the mortal dust pen that followed his youth would have such a spiritual side.

The golden rays in front of him flashed one after another again, as if they understood his words and responded.

At this moment, the pillar of light covered with silver rays was instantly restrained, revealing a strange material that was not gold, non-wood, non-jade and non-stone, and the lines on it were speckled, flashing bright silver from time to time, looking extremely magnificent.

"It's ......"

The mortal dust pen suspended in the void on the side trembled, flipped a few times smartly, and fell into Yang Xuan's palm, the golden mang rose and fell as if he was breathing, as if he was communicating with someone.

Yang Xuan was stunned, "You are...... Let me take him?"

The dust pen trembled one after another, and the golden light flashed more rapidly, as if he agreed with his words very much.

"But this ...... How do I collect it?"

He stared at the huge pillar of light, which was dozens of zhang high and the thickness of a grinding plate, and frowned, and then, in less than a moment, the Fan Chen pen lifted up and broke away from Yang Xuan's hand, but it suddenly turned back, driving his arm to slowly rise, and gradually made his palm face the silver pillar of light.

"Are you trying to ......?"

The violent humming of the fanchen pen continued, and the sharp edge of the pen spontaneously gushed out a rich golden light, which crossed the void one after another, and became a word in a moment, presented in front of his eyes, and his eyes fell on the four golden fonts, his face was surprised and dignified.

"Haoran Xuanjing?"

Yang Xuan was slightly surprised, stunned for a long time, and finally nodded fiercely, "Let's give it a try"

With this in mind, he formed a palm with one hand, stretched out flat, and carefully touched the huge pillar of light in front of him, the touch was warm and cool, and his fingertips felt the delicate and mysterious lines on it, and the sense of familiarity in his heart became more and more intense.

The golden thunder overflowing in the body was raging, slowly permeating all parts of the palm, gently penetrating the body, touching this pillar of light, and suddenly, the originally restrained silver halo burst again, reflecting the silver white of this space, but it was difficult to see.

Yang Xuan subconsciously closed his eyes and covered them with his arms, while he was horrified in his heart, he had some more information in his mind inexplicably:

"The living soul inkstone, the instrument of the soul, is used to suppress the evil and evil people when my body falls...... If the generations of future generations are fortunate enough to get it, be careful, and if the realm is not reached, do not rashly collect it, so as not to cause disaster to the world and ruin the lives of the people......"

A word of proverb in the mind, the payment, the white cang.

After a while, the light dissipated, Yang Xuan opened his eyes solemnly, the huge silver pillar of light in front of him had disappeared, leaving a short stick no more than the size of a palm, the whole body was dark, full of lines, and there were occasional silver rays circulating in the shallow ravines, which was extremely magnificent.

In this way, it looks a bit like the dendrobium used by the literati to study ink, but this material is absolutely unrecognizable.

The short rod was formed, and the surrounding environment returned to darkness, not only not as dark as before, but also extremely depressing, at this time, the strange voice at the beginning sounded again:

"Little doll, you have to thank the old man for letting you get such a big bargain"

The meaning of the ridicule in the voice is quite strong, but the shadow contained in it makes the words sound extremely strange and repulsive.

"Who are you?"

"Hehe, didn't he tell you?"

As soon as these words came out, Yang Xuan reacted suddenly, "To suppress the evil people who are in chaos and mysteries......"

"You're the one who got the trouble out of the crowd?"

"Bad guy, you say I'm a bad guy?" The voice was emotional, and it looked extremely hideous and terrifying, "Damn, when Lao Tzu was in this mystery, your grandfather's grandfather had not yet been born, and you ant junior still dared to talk about my rights and wrongs?

Yang Xuan was shocked, his heart was inexplicably frightened, listening to the tone of this voice, it seemed that he was quite old, no wonder, the person who left the message seemed to be cultivating to the sky, that kind of realm must have lived for endless years, and if he could suppress it, then the owner of this voice must be a strong man in the same period.

"I don't know why my predecessors didn't show up to see it"

There was an eerie silence in the field, and there was no sound for a long time, Yang Xuan was stunned, and just when he didn't understand why this was happening, an angry roar immediately resounded, and in the empty space, there was a sudden and majestic wind, and endless waves of air were rolling, as if there was a kind of violent momentum that was about to come.

Yang Xuan was secretly awe-inspiring, but the next moment, the palm-sized dendrobium short rod trembled slightly, sweeping out thousands of silky silver rays, and the sudden strong wind during the period stopped instantly, accompanied by a somewhat mournful wail, everything fell silent again.

"It turns out that he was really imprisoned here by this living soul ink inkstone, who is he?"

Thinking about it in his heart, his face was silent, and he secretly inquired about it, and suddenly seemed to have a mortal dust pen of wisdom, but unexpectedly, this thing was completely silent at this time, and did not react in the slightest.

After being silent for a long time, the voice that seemed a little sluggish slowly sounded, "You have also seen it, I am trapped here by this living inkstone, and it is a luxury to appear."

After a pause, he said faintly again, "Junior, this thing is yours, take it away, you will have a great opportunity, and it is not impossible to break through in cultivation......"

The more this is the case, the more suspicious Yang Xuan becomes, and when the short stick reveals his vision, the senior named Bai Cangke once said, "The realm has not yet arrived, and you must not forcibly collect it" Although in the state, it seems that the owner of this inexplicable voice is controlled by it, but it is still not fully believed.

As for the chance, it is still the opportunity to cultivate as a breakthrough, it is impossible to say that it is not tempting, but after thinking about it, there are still many doubts here, and it cannot be believed.

seemed to feel Yang Xuan's hesitation, and his voice sounded, with banter and helplessness at the moment, "What's the matter? Afraid that I will harm you?" hahaha, I thought that I would be suspected by a junior one day......

"Don't worry, the realm of the person who trapped me in it is much stronger than mine, the inheritance he left behind, you kid who has already controlled some of it, what else to worry about"

As soon as he spoke, Yang Xuan subconsciously rubbed the mortal dust pen in his palm, and thought about it in his heart.

"This creature inkstone seems to be extremely oppressive to this person, but ...... But it's really impossible to say, at this point in a thousand years, it is not impossible for this thing to lose its former strength......"

Simply, Yang Xuan didn't do that dangerous thing, and as soon as he shook his hand, he was about to hold the silver-veined short rod suspended in mid-air in his hand, but at this moment, the sudden change was unexpected.

Suddenly, the short rod shone brightly, and the whole thing was like a light source, radiating a dazzling silver glow, which instantly turned into a stream of fireflies, straight into the middle of Yang Xuan's forehead, and quietly disappeared.

The light suddenly turned invisible, and the previous darkness and silence were restored.

After an instant, Yang Xuan, who was in a state of horror, suddenly felt the ground under his feet tremble, as if it was about to collapse, a strong sense of crisis hit, he wanted to move, but his consciousness fell into darkness, and it was difficult to control himself.

......

In the ghost palace, a group of eight people all fell into treacherous fantasies, and they were stunned in place one by one, but what they experienced at the moment was different.

Almost at the same time, the tremor spread, and the violent shaking woke up everyone present, and they couldn't help but be shocked and inexplicable.

"What's the situation?"

"What happened?"

Repeated questions and roars resounded throughout the field, seeing that this space was shaking even more violently, it was Yuemei and Fang Fei'er who came back to their senses first, "Hurry up and get out, this place is unusual"

At the same time, they were also secretly shocked in their hearts, the Nightmare Ghost Palace is worthy of this name, the Nightmare Land, the place of ghosts, can make people unconsciously fall into the Tao, they know at this moment that if they wake up at a time and a half at night, the consequences will be unimaginable.

At the last moment, everyone rushed out of the main gate of the ghost palace hand in hand, until they stood still in a position of dozens of zhang, and looked back, where was there any magnificent and strange huge palace in front of them, but it was covered by a thick darkness, as if it was originally like this, and the surrounding houses were all gone.

The location of everyone is like an inexplicably strange floating island, brick by brick, stone by stone, all of which reveal a trace of weirdness.

"What about Yang Xuan?"

Yu Ruoqiao's face suddenly turned pale, the people who appeared here were fat, Fang Fei'er was there, and Yue Mei was there, but the elegant young man was missing.

Everyone stared at the darkness in the distance, hoping to see a familiar hint of golden thunder in it, but in the end it ended in disappointment.

"Quick, let's get out of here, the pontoon is going to collapse"

A disciple of Wangtian Palace, his mind was more involved in the ground under his feet, and he sensed that something was wrong, and immediately reminded him. Sure enough, since the beginning of the edge, this floating platform is disappearing inch by inch, and the small border town below it has finally begun to be exposed to the bright sun.