"Confucian sage's magic brush!" Taoist Qinglian exclaimed as he looked at this huge brush.
This was the first time Qinglian Taoist saw the magic pen of the Confucian god Meng Tianfan. From this magic pen, he felt the powerful Confucian will of heaven and the awe-inspiring righteousness between heaven and earth.
This kind of awe-inspiring righteousness is like a powerful providence, which makes people awe-inspiring.
"Boom..." The Confucian Saint's magic pen burst out with the dazzling will of heaven, radiating thousands of rays of brilliance.
"Death..." Meng Tianfan flicked his wrist, and the iron painted silver hook moved like clouds and flowing water.
With the dazzling pen, a dark word "death" was written out of thin air.
As soon as the word "death" appeared, the entire sky suddenly rolled with dark clouds, filled with black air, and filled with a strong and heart-stopping aura of death.
The tip of Meng Tianfan's pen is a little brighter.
"Boom..." The word "death" shimmering with talisman light turned into a black thunderbolt, which hit Luo Jincheng at once.