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After jumping into the pen holder, Qin Yang immediately mobilized his true energy in his whole body, the sound of the surging river, the roar of thunder and thunder, all in unison. Slowly emerging, strips of divine light descended, holding the pen holder inside.
The old man was expressionless, and once again stretched out his withered claws, reaching for the pen holder.
The dead air as thick as black ink gurgled down from his arms, turning into big black ink hands, grabbing the pen holder one after another. Suddenly, the silent dead air swept across, centered on the old man, The trees withered, the flowers and plants withered, it seemed that an invisible big hand brushed past, and all the places it passed turned into a dark and gloomy land of death.
Qin Yang landed in the pen holder, his face sinking like water, and he pushed the pen holder with all his strength, a layer of purple halo bloomed from its surface, blocking all the big hands with black ink.
This secret treasure of the pen holder is left by Taoist Zixiao. I don¡¯t know if it is the treasure of the book table of some ancient strong man. It has been contaminated with the breath of that strong man for a long time. Only then can it be cultivated with awe-inspiring righteousness, and no evil will invade it.
These kinds of secret treasures are the most restrained for the old man who is full of life and death. In addition, the secret treasures are no more than magic treasures. Most of the secret treasures have almost no restrictions on their use. It's just that in the hands of different people, their power is different. That's all.
Qin Yang felt the madness of the true energy in his body passing away, but the pen holder could barely resist, and his heart began to sink slowly.
After all, the difference in strength is too great. If you change to a strong man of the same level as the old man, and activate the secret treasure of the pen holder, he can be killed in an instant.
"Crack"
The layer upon layer of simple carvings on the surface of the pen container unexpectedly showed a few cracks, and the pen container itself seemed to be rotted by death, the luster of the surface gradually dimmed, and the divine power gradually withered.
"Crack"
The moment the old man stabbed the pen holder with his claws, many cracks on the surface of the pen holder exploded, the spiritual light shattered, and countless fragments instantly turned into powder.
?Suddenly, a radiant divine light shines from the black ink-like tumbling dead energy, as if the sun is rising, enveloping the general trend, unstoppable, dispelling the darkness in an instant.
There is also a strange heavenly sound, which seems to be the sound of heaven and earth, containing the truth of all things, like the roar of thunder, and also like soft words, many weird feelings are perfectly integrated into one, and there is a bang.
"Repel evil spirits!"
The weird tone that I couldn't understand, but it made people understand the meaning instantly, without any deviation.
In a blink of an eye, I saw the dead air bubbling like black sewage, dissipating invisible with a bang, and the right arm stretched out by the old man seemed to be swept away by the supreme force, but in the blink of an eye, it collapsed like a pile of sand, Instantly turned into powder.
The old man retreated seven steps in a row, the confusion in his eyes dissipated, his eyes stared with divine light, and he stared at the pen holder expressionlessly, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
After the surface layer of the pen holder collapsed, the pen holder that reappeared completely changed its appearance. The whole body was black and purple, with many hollows. The surface was carved with a strange beast that looked like a lion with wings on its back. The strange beast held its head high and roared. His eyes were closed, his teeth were grinning, but he didn't look ferocious, but instead had a kind of awe-inspiring righteousness rushing towards his face.
Qin Yang squatted inside the pen holder, secretly startled. He had studied the pen holder for a long time before, and always felt that the divine power of this secret treasure could not be nothing more than that. At that time, he had personally seen the brilliant divine power erupted from the pen holder when no one was controlling it. When I push it by myself, it is not a little bit stronger, and it is still the essence of strength, not the difference in quantity
Seeing the true face at this moment, it really has its own divine power, which is more than a hundred times stronger than pushing it by yourself.
The supernatural power of the pen holder was aroused, and even the rare treasures such as the blood lama took the initiative to restrain all the power, turned into a piece of blood jade and fell, and there was no more vision.
After a little relief, the crisis eased, but Qin Yang couldn't be happy at all
When the pen holder is not stimulated by the old man, it can only be driven by him, and it is impossible to bloom the divine power by itself, and it is far from the old man's opponent to push the pen holder by itself
In the end, I can only shrink in the pen holder, not daring to show my head
After the old man retreated, he turned into a statue, stood there motionless, his eyes were dead silent, and the dead air that seemed to be like black ink sewage disappeared without a trace.
Inside the pen holder, Qin Yang used his exercises to restore his true energy, and he didn't care about the old man outside.
Two hours later, when he regained his true energy and looked out through the gap, the old man was still standing there motionless like a sculpture, not even a single change in his eyes
Qin Yang's head is extremely big, this lunatic, is he going to carry it with him to the death???
He is already dead, standing here for a hundred years, it is estimated that he will not lose a single hair, and shrinking himself in the pen holder, he will be consumed to death sooner or later.
"Senior Wu Yu?" Qin Yang muttered tentatively.
"Do you know who this old man is?" The old man's eyes moved, his face expressionless, and he asked a routine question.
"Senior, don't ask me any more. Your name is Wu Yu. You were the Supreme Elder of the Demon Stone Sacred Sect five thousand years ago. You are already dead, understand? You died, and I died too. I was killed by you before, and you Do you remember?" Qin Yang gritted his teeth and poked his head out of the pen holder.
Sure enough, the old man's eyes were confused, he didn't do anything, he just stared at Qin Yang's face, the color of confusion in his eyes became stronger and stronger as he got older, suddenly, black light burst out from the old man's eyes, but the black light was emitted by the pen holder His divine light is blocked out, and he cannot advance an inch.
The old man did not continue to test, but finally there was a trace of expression on his face, a thoughtful expression
"I'm dead, you're dead too? Did I kill you?" The old man muttered to himself, not knowing what he thought of: "Yes, I seem to have killed you. You are dead, so why are you still here? Also dead, why am I here too?"
"Yes, senior, we are all dead! You will not die again, and you will not be able to kill me again." Qin Yang's temples were dripping with cold sweat, and he was terrified. If he hadn't had a pen holder to resist, This dead ghost and lunatic can definitely see through his own shapeshifting technique and his lies of pretending to be a dead person easily.
Thinking about it differently, Qin Yang immediately continued to save himself: "Senior, your life is extinct. When your life was not long ago, you once entered the depths of the magic stone ancestral tomb to find the strange truth there. Your will is immortal at this moment. If you walk out of the ancestral tomb, you must be I have found the most critical clues, and I also want to find out why the ancestral tomb appears strange, even if I die at this moment, I still feel unwilling, I can't swallow my breath, I just want to find the truth."
"What did you find?" Hearing this, the old man's eyes were fixed, and he suddenly became extremely solemn, and the expression in his eyes became more and more intense: "Yes, I just want to find the truth. I have found the key, but what is the key? I don't remember, I don't remember"
The old man was insane, and black ink-like dead air began to gurgle out of his body again, and his whole person's aura also climbed crazily. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the dead air was steaming on the ground. An illusion of breathlessness.
"Senior! I know! I know!" Qin Yang yelled quickly. If this lunatic is going crazy, he really doesn't know if the pen holder can stop him. If he goes crazy and directly destroys this fragment of the secret realm, It's really dead!
"Say! What is it, what is the truth!" The old man rushed to the pen container with a grim face, and grabbed the pen container with his remaining left arm. His withered arm collided with the awe-inspiring righteousness of the pen container, and his withered arm slowly turned into powder. But there was still no intention of stopping at all, and the whole person seemed to be completely crazy.
"It's in the depths, you go down the Yin River, and when you reach the bottom, there is the truth, right there!"
"Yes, that's it!" The old man's eyes burst into black light, and the whole person seemed to wake up suddenly, and his eyes were full of wisdom.
"That's right, it's right there!" The old man muttered, turned around and took a step out. He was already in the air, and after stepping into the Yin River, he disappeared in an instant.
"Finally escaped from the dead" Qin Yang let out a long breath, his face was pale, leaning against the pen holder, his whole body seemed to be fished out of the water (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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