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Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update I have the latest chapter of a world bank!The vision of the Emperor's pen alarmed everyone in Lingxu Holy Land!

In the Hall of Chuanwei, people from all forces looked at it with surprise, feeling the pressure of the Emperor's pen, and their faces were shocked.

Is this a fairy?

Sure enough, it was unfathomable, and just a little pressure made them feel that their bodies were about to crack.

If this is to show off a mighty rule, wouldn't it break everything in an instant?

Some people who underestimated the strength of the Holy Land of Spiritual Void immediately converged their minds. As expected, the thin and dead camel was bigger than a horse. As long as the Holy Land of Spiritual Void could be activated, no one could take the name of the Holy Land.

But Feng Luo, as the party concerned, is already one of the first two adults.

He entered most of his qi, and the emperor's pen did not move at all, but when he was desperate, the emperor's pen moved by itself.

And the Emperor's pen is still sucking his true qi!

Even if his strength reached the level of the general cult masters of the Great Leaving the Earth, he couldn't bear the absorption of a fairy weapon.

In less than a quarter, Feng Luo couldn't hold on, and screamed, alarming the Quartet.

"Teacher, save me!"

Feng Luo's shout made everyone dumbfounded.

Didn't you urge you to work with the Emperor Pen?

You are also a victim, and you are dying of being absorbed by the Emperor Pen!

So who was it that activated this Emperor Pen?

Everyone immediately looked at Luoshui who came out of the hall.

The savior of the Lingxu Holy Land was he who brought back the Emperor's Pen when the traitors rebelled, suppressed the rebels, cleared the world, and beat the prestige of the Lingxu Holy Land again.

No one can match Luoshui's prestige in Lingxu Holy Land.

Everyone thinks that the Emperor's pen is from Luoshui. Now that Feng Luo is absorbed by the Emperor's pen, Master Luoshui must have a way!

But in fact, Luoshui had no way of seeing this picture.

The emperor pen is not controlled by anyone. As early as 10,000 years ago, after he brought it back, he controlled it for fifty years. Once the fifty-year period passed, the emperor pen was out of his control and stayed quietly. Lingxu Holy Land.

The Emperor's pen can only be controlled by the people of the world bank, and Feng Luo just wants to make sacrifices. Only when the sacrifices are successful can he control it.

Could it be...

Luo Shui thought of a terrible thing, his face turned pale, is the thing that worried him most about to happen?

"Master, save me!" Feng Luo shouted, his handsome face was distorted at the moment, very miserable.

When Luo Shui saw this, he slapped it out with a palm. The billowing qi was like a blazing flame, turning into a dragon in the air, biting the Emperor's pen, forcing the Emperor's pen away, and severing the behavior of continuing to absorb Feng Luo.

The Emperor's pen was in the air and gave a slight shock.

boom!

The billowing flames and huge flood dragons that Luoshui shot out instantly disappeared, turned into clouds and mist, and escaped in the air, causing a huge storm and sweeping the surroundings.

Like a hurricane, it swept over a dozen mountains, and countless trees were blown up, rocks and clouds collapsed.

This is just a light blow from the fairy.

Feng Luo was saved, and he was surprised and said: "Master, what is going on? Isn't the Emperor's pen no one urged?"

Luo Shui's face was serious, and he said solemnly: "I'm afraid the person who can spur the Emperor's pen is here!"

"What?" Feng Luo looked at Luoshui puzzledly, his head confused.

The other elders in Lingxu Holy Land are all at a loss, and they don't understand what Luoshui means?

And those from all walks of life who came to visit the Biography Ceremony curiously asked.

"Master Luoshui, what is going on?"

"Head of Luoshui, isn't the Emperor's pen urging you from the Holy Land of Spiritual Void?"

"Master Luoshui, you are a senior, can you tell the juniors what happened?"

All kinds of questions boiled up all at once, and everyone wanted to know, how did a good biography go like this?

The Emperor's pen rioted uncontrollably, what did Master Luo Shui mean?

Isn't it... the Emperor's Pen is not from the spiritual sacred place?

Luoshui didn't answer any of the questions, and he had no time to take care of other things.

Master Luoshui's eyes stared straight at the stairs to the sky in front of the main hall square. There were 999 floors, winding up.

At this moment, footsteps came from the stone steps!

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The footsteps were very slight, at least in the ears of other people, very slight, and it was made by a person who had no cultivation skills.

But in the ears of Master Luoshui, it was as if the sky thunder exploded.

His face twitched, and his bad premonition grew stronger.

In my heart, there was a voice telling him that after all, what should be coming was coming.

But Master Luoshui was unwilling to admit, unwilling to believe.

He stared at the stone steps without blinking, his fists clenched, and he was very nervous.

The head teacher of Luoshui, who was a peerless master ten thousand years ago, is so nervous at this moment, everyone can't help but follow.

The stone steps are still the same.

The only difference is that the footsteps are getting closer.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Everyone could hear the footsteps falling on the ground.

Everyone had a different expression on their faces. Seeing Master Luoshui was so serious, nervous, or even afraid, everyone did not speak.

The Emperor's Pen was suspended in the air, absorbing most of Feng Luo's energy, barely able to drive it, and his intelligence recovered. It was waiting for its new owner to arrive.

Feng Luo sat on the ground weakly, breathing heavily, regaining his lost strength, frowning and watching.

He wanted to see who was doing the trick and messing up his most important thing.

Tens of thousands of inner sect disciples, hundreds of elders, and deacons in Lingxu Holy Land frowned as they watched, feeling angry in their hearts.

It's totally unreasonable that a good spiritual virtual meeting was destroyed in this way.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

But the owner of the footsteps didn't care about this at all. He didn't rush nor rushed, maintaining a constant speed, and finally came to the main hall square under everyone's expectations.

When Li Xiandao stepped onto the square, countless eyes fell on him.

indifferent!

doubt!

be surprised!

All kinds of emotions made Li Xiandao clearly feel.

Among these people, there is Luoshui standing in front of Li Xiandao.

A middle-aged and old person with gray hair, looks very handsome, thin, but with extraordinary bearing.

After seeing Li Xiandao, Luo Shui was inexplicably relieved, especially when he saw that Li Xiandao had no cultivation skills, he even got rid of his worries.

"Who are you?" Luo Shui asked in a deep voice, his eyes regained his coldness, and Li Xiandao didn't pay attention to it.

A mortal who has no cultivation skills, why should he be afraid?

Li Xiandao calmly looked at Luoshui, Xiao Qi's voice rang in his mind.

"Master, it is him. Ten thousand years ago, he borrowed the Emperor Pen from me!"

Li Xiandao smiled, looked at Luoshui, and said, "I am your old friend ten thousand years ago!"

Luo Shui sneered and said: "Nonsense, you are a mortal, but you have a life span of a hundred years, dare you to say 10,000 years ago?"

The people around also looked at Li Xiandao mockingly.

Li Xiandao ignored these, but opened his hands and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't know me, do you know this thing?"

Hum!

The blood-red pocket watch appeared in Li Xiandao's palm, gleaming with a strange light, attracting countless eyes.

Among them, Luoshui performed the worst.

After seeing Li Xiandao's pocket watch, his body softened and his thoughts exploded in an instant. Various scenes from ten thousand years ago appeared like running water, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Impossible, this is gone a long time ago, how could you have it?" Luoshui said in despair, he knew that he was finished.

The punishment 10,000 years late has come today.

The rejoicing he had just now was just to paralyze himself.