After jumping into the pen holder, Qin Yang immediately mobilized his true energy. The sound of the roaring river and the roar of thunder were heard in unison. Purple divine light rose into the sky, and a vast and bright, upright and awe-inspiring breath slowly came from the pen holder.
Slowly emerging, the divine light falls down in strips, protecting the pen holder within it.
The old man's face was expressionless, and he stretched out his withered paw again and reached for the pen holder.
The death energy as thick as black ink gurgled down from his arms, turning into big black ink hands, grabbing the pen holder one after another. For a moment, the silent death energy swept across, with the old man as the center.
The trees withered, the flowers and grass withered, and it seemed as if an invisible hand was brushing by, turning everything it passed into a dark and gloomy land of death.
Qin Yang fell into the pen holder, his face as sinking as water, and he pushed the pen holder with all his strength. A layer of purple halo spread from its surface, blocking all the black ink hands.
This secret treasure of the pen holder was left by Taoist Master Zixiao. It is unknown which ancient powerful person’s writing treasure, and it has been contaminated by the strong man’s breath for a long time. The large pen that was once stored in the pen holder has written many mysteries.
Only by cultivating it can it be upright and awe-inspiring, and immune to all evil.
These secret treasures are the most restrained for people like the old man who are full of death energy. In addition, the secret treasures are not as good as magic weapons. There are almost no restrictions on the use of most secret treasures. It is just that in the hands of different people, their power is different.
That's all.
Qin Yang felt the mad flow of true energy in his body, but the pen holder could only barely resist, and his heart began to sink slowly.
After all, the difference in strength is too big. If a strong person of the same level as the old man were to activate the secret treasure of the pen holder, he could be killed in an instant.
"Click..."
The layers of simple carvings on the surface of the pen holder actually showed traces of cracks, and the pen holder itself seemed to be decayed by the air of death. The luster on the surface gradually dimmed, and the divine power slowly withered.
"Click..."
The moment the old man's claws pierced the pen holder, many cracks appeared on the surface of the pen holder, it exploded, the aura shattered, and countless fragments instantly turned into powder.
Suddenly, a bright divine light lit up from the rolling black ink-like death aura, like the rising sun, embracing the general trend, unstoppable, and dispelling the darkness in an instant.
There was also a strange sound from the sky, which seemed to be the sound of heaven and earth, containing the ultimate truth of all things. It was like thunder roaring, but also like whispering and gentle words. Many weird and extremely strange feelings were perfectly integrated into one, and exploded.
"Walking away evil spirits!"
The strange tone is incomprehensible, but the meaning is instantly understood without any deviation.
In an instant, the lifeless energy surging like black sewage disappeared into nothingness with a bang. The old man's stretched out right arm also seemed to be swept by the supreme power, but in the blink of an eye, it was like a pile of sand disintegrating.
Turned into powder in an instant.
The old man took seven steps back, the confusion in his eyes dissipated, and he stared at the pen holder expressionlessly, as if facing a formidable enemy.
After the surface of the pen holder collapsed, the pen holder that reappeared had completely changed its appearance. It was completely black and purple, with many hollows. On the surface was carved a strange beast that looked like a lion with wings on its back. The beast held its head high and roared.
He looked like a man, with his eyes closed tightly and his teeth bared, but he didn't look ferocious. Instead, he had a kind of awe-inspiring righteousness coming from his face.
Qin Yang squatted in the pen holder, secretly frightened. He had studied the pen holder for a long time, and always felt that the power of this secret treasure could not be just that. At that time, he had seen with his own eyes the brilliant power that the pen holder would emit when no one was controlling it. It was even more powerful than it was later.
When I activate it, I am not even a little bit stronger, and it is still intrinsically powerful, not a difference in quantity...
Seeing the true appearance at this moment, it turns out that it has its own divine power, which is more than a hundred times stronger than if it were activated by oneself.
The divine power of the pen holder was aroused, and even rare treasures such as the Blood Lama took the initiative to restrain all their power and turned into a piece of blood jade, falling down, and no more strange phenomena could be seen.
After taking a breath, the crisis was alleviated, but Qin Yang was not happy at all...
When the pen holder is not stimulated by the old man, he can only rely on him to activate it. It cannot display its divine power on its own. If you rely on yourself to activate the pen holder, you will be far from the old man's opponent...
In the end, I could only shrink into the pen holder and dare not show my head...
After the old man retreated, he turned into a statue and stood there motionless, his eyes turned deathly still, and the deathly energy that surged around his body, like black ink sewage, also disappeared without a trace.
In the pen holder, Qin Yang was running his skills to restore his true energy, ignoring 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, without even the slightest change in his eyes...
Qin Yang has a huge head. Is this damn lunatic going to carry him to death?
He is already dead. If he stands here for a hundred years, he probably won't lose a single hair on his head. He will be consumed to death sooner or later if he shrinks into his pen holder.
"Senior Wu Yu?" Qin Yang said tentatively.
"Do you know who I am?" The old man asked as usual with his eyes moving and his face expressionless.
"Senior, don't ask anymore. Your name is Wu Yu. You are the supreme elder of Demonic Stone Sect five thousand years ago. You are dead. Do you understand? If you are dead, so am I. I was killed by you before. 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 and he didn't do anything. He just stared at Qin Yang's face. The confused look in his eyes became more and more intense as he got older. Suddenly, a black light burst out from the old man's eyes, but the black light was emitted by the pen holder.
The divine light is blocked from outside and cannot advance even an inch.
The old man did not continue to test, but finally there was an expression on his face, a thoughtful expression...
"I'm dead, and you're dead too? Did I kill you?" The old man murmured to himself, not knowing what he was thinking of: "Yes, I seem to have killed you. You are dead, so why are you still here? I
He’s dead too, 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 was dripping with cold sweat from his temples, and he was simply frightened. If it weren't for the pen holder to resist,
This damn lunatic can definitely easily see through his own shape-changing skills and his lies about pretending to be dead.
Without thinking too much, Qin Yang immediately continued to save himself: "Senior, you are extinct. Not long ago, you once entered the depths of the magic stone ancestral tomb to find the strange truth there. Your will is not destroyed now. If you walk out of the ancestral tomb, you must be
The most critical clue has been found, and I also want to find out why there is something strange happening in the ancestral tomb. Even if I die at this moment, I am still unwilling and unable to swallow a breath in my chest. I just hope to find the truth."
"What did you find?" After hearing this, the old man's gaze suddenly became extremely solemn, and the look 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 went crazy, and the black ink-like death energy began to gush out from his body. His aura also climbed crazily. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the death energy was steaming from the earth. Even if there was a pen holder to resist it, Qin Yang also had it.
An illusion of being out of breath.
"Senior! I know! I know!" Qin Yang shouted quickly. If this damn lunatic goes crazy, I really don't know if the pen holder can stop him. If he goes crazy and directly destroys this fragment of the secret realm, he will
It’s really dead!
"Say! What is it? What is the truth!" The old man's face was ferocious. He rushed to the pen holder and grabbed the pen holder with his remaining left arm. His withered arm collided with the awe-inspiring righteousness of the pen holder. His withered arm slowly turned into powder.
But he still had no intention of stopping at all, and his whole body seemed completely crazy.
"Right in the depths, you go down the Yin River, and when you get to the bottom, there is the truth, right there!"
"Yes, that's it!" Dark light burst out from the old man's eyes, as if he suddenly woke up, his eyes full of wisdom.
"Yes, it's right there!" the old man muttered, turned around and stepped out. He was already in mid-air. After stepping into the Yin River, he disappeared in an instant.
"Finally escaped death..." Qin Yang let out a long breath, his face turned pale, and he leaned against the pen holder, as if he had been fished out of the water...