After the word "turn", Tang Ze put pen to paper again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Turn ...... Zhu Ge, low Qihu, shine sleepless...... There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye......"

The more the words were written, the slower they became, and with each stroke, the wind around them became stronger and more violent, and at the same time, Tang Ze also felt that his writing became a little difficult. From the beginning of the word "He", he has already begun to carry the internal strength in his body, which is completely different from the first half of the previous writing of "You Meigu Village" and "When is the Bright Moon". The situation is a little weird.

When the last stroke of the word "Yuan" fell, Tang Ze had already carried his internal strength to the extreme, and it could be said that he had already displayed the strongest strength in the Forging Body Realm!

The purple jade brush in his hand suddenly made a crisp sound of "click"!

Click-click--

Where the pen was held, a trace of crack appeared, and then the crack expanded, more and more, denser and denser, and quickly spread to the entire pen body.

Boom!

In just one breath, the purple jade brush turned into a puff of dust, then slipped down from Tang Ze's hand, and then disappeared without a trace by the surrounding wind. Not only that, but a louder cracking sound followed.

Click, click-

Just when everyone was shocked by the immense atmosphere of this poem, so that even the "Fengya Purple Jade Pen" couldn't bear it, a crack began to appear on the phantom of Fengya Yubi, and it spread to all sides at a very fast speed.

The golden text bloomed with a fierce golden light, piercing through the night through the windows on all sides, like the sun, illuminating a large space and then casting it into the distance. But the people in the middle of it have not been deprived of their sight, and their vision is still clear.

At the same time, the wind swept and drummed more and more intensely, blowing the silk bead curtain hunting, but the lights were still on.

The green smoke rolled up, gradually enveloping Tang Ze's figure entirely.

At this moment, a black shadow flashed over, it was Zhang Weixian, he first handed the magic pen in his hand to Tang Ze, and then quickly punched out a few clear air balls. The next moment, everyone saw that the Fengya Jade Body, which was originally placed on the patio rockery, was wrapped in a ball of clear air and rose up, and then coincided with the Fengya Jade Bi Phantom that was about to be shattered in front of Tang Ze.

At this time, the golden words began to dissipate from the first clear character, and the golden light that erupted was even more intense. And Tang Ze had already taken over the magic pen, re-dipped it with the spiritual spring, and the tip of the pen was once again on the elegant jade.

That's a "person" word.

Thundered!

The first moment had just ended, and an earth-shaking roar suddenly erupted between heaven and earth! Different from the sound of the heaven-shaking bell being struck a few hours ago, this sound was more like a thunderclap, and only the powerful soul could feel it, in addition to the thunder, it was mixed with many terrible howls, and those who listened to it could immediately want a word: ghost crying and howling!

And the original raindrop-like atmosphere is now even more like a waterfall, constantly flowing into the air from the corner, rolling wildly towards the central whirlpool.

This scene is already like the end of the world.

Poetry into weeping ghosts and gods!

When a poem that should not appear in the world is about to be born, it will attract ghosts and gods, cry and threaten, and send down terror, hindering the birth of this amazing poem.

Tang Ze's surroundings had become pitch black, and he was extremely puzzled in his heart, this atmosphere was too exaggerated!

I just felt something in my heart, and the situation forced me to write a poem, how could the movement be so big?

The sound of the ghost crying and howling echoed in his ears, constantly telling him to give up immediately, otherwise a catastrophe would come, and he would fall into hell after death. In the horizon, thunder came and went, lightning twisted and flickered, and torrential rain was blown by the strong winds in all directions, constantly passing by him.

The surroundings were the deepest darkness, only the words in the void in front of him and the magic pen in his hand were still blooming with golden light, so that the ghosts and gods did not dare to get close, and the thunder and lightning that continued to bombard him fell into the air, but the storm and rain could not affect him at all.

Such a scene is extremely weird!

But Tang Ze had already had a similar experience before, and this terror was nothing compared to the terror of the space where the Void Sword was located. In that space where there was nothing but darkness, he was not lost, and finally succeeded in obtaining a great opportunity.

Now, he would not be fooled by the sight that could not hurt him at all.

Thunder and lightning bombarded, gods and ghosts were intimidated, and the storm swept in, but I just wanted to finish writing this poem that responded to the situation, the situation, and the fate.

The magic pen in his hand seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties, no matter how Tang Ze carried the internal strength, it was useless, and finally he let out a deep sigh, mobilized the eight pole supernatural powers, and a dragon groan erupted from his body, and then he lifted the magic pen again and began to write.

"People...... There are joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete...... I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

After writing the last sentence, the crazy howls of countless gods and ghosts around him came to an abrupt end!

Rumble!

The wind swept into the whirlpool of literary qi, and quickly roared inward and collapsed, and at the same time, the darkness around Tang Ze was also disintegrating, and the light returned to his world again.

In just a moment, the vortex of Wen Qi completely turned into a blazing white Wen Qi mass, which was so huge that it occupied almost the entire patio, and rushed into the air at an extremely fast speed, crashing into the mass of Wen Qi in the sky.

Boom Boom!

In the continuous earth-shattering roar, the Wen Qi Mass erupted with a violent white light, shooting away in all directions, like a sudden rise of the sun, shattering the clouds in the sky, shining into the void, visible for thousands of miles.

At the same time, in the sky above the Imperial City's Righteous Qi Palace, a dragon-shaped mist had already condensed in the golden glow of Qi Luck. The two horns on his head were erect, his eyes were round and angry, and after circling up and down for a week, he spewed out a golden glow at the Wen Qi mass above Qiongyulou.

The golden glow almost flashed in a flash, and directly disappeared into the cultural qi group.

After a little silence. The Wen Qi mass rolled up frantically, and then the light contracted, and the incandescent white became fainter and fainter, and in less than ten breaths, it became a large mass of transparent and clear qi.

Everyone knows it, and that's Haoran righteousness!

Haoran righteousness exists between heaven and earth, in the mind of Confucianism, clear and clear, majestic and heavy.

At the moment when this majestic righteousness was completely formed, in the void, an ethereal song suddenly sounded, and in the snap of a finger, it resounded throughout the entire Tianjing City and the surrounding thousands of miles of void.

Sage...... It's coming!!

In the midst of the song, a grand and incomparable spirit fell from the sky in vain, directly covering Qiongyulou entirely.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

The voice was made by the statue of the god Wensheng enshrined in the north of the main hall, which first trembled slightly, and then trembled violently.

Everybody heard the trembling sound.

In this voice, Tang Zehuo Ran looked up at the sky, he wanted to see what kind of existence the supreme power of this world was.

But it was a pity that he could not see anything but a spirit that existed only in the senses, majestic and vast, almost penetrating the heavens and the earth.

This spirit, representing strength and absolute strength, gave him the urge to immediately kneel down and bow down. Fortunately, in order to resist Qin Mingyue's magic powers, he had visualized the phantom of the Taixu Sword in his mind, which could have restrained the urge to kneel. However, although he had done this, the Taixu Sword in his mind was already on the verge of collapse.

Shocked inexplicably, Tang Ze secretly guessed that the Wen Sheng, who didn't know how many miles away from him, should just divide a trace of his spirit and then throw it here, without any deliberate targeting of anyone, nor did he pay attention to anyone, maybe he didn't even put any thoughts into it, just a simple spirit.

It was this kind of unconscious crushing that almost completely crushed his will to resist!

Such a terrifying existence, in his eyes, I'm afraid he can't even be considered an ant, right!?

This terrifying feeling was even stronger than the terrifying feeling Tang Ze gave him when he first saw the Taixu Sword.

It's not that the Taixu Sword is not powerful, but the kind of artistic conception that dominates all things and transcends the other side, Tang Ze can't understand it at all. And this unknown literary saint gave him a much more intuitive and clear feeling.

It's like a mouse, it's afraid of cats, it's afraid of humans, but it's definitely not afraid of stars and black holes, that's a truth.