Bank of The Universe

The vision of the Emperor Pen shocked everyone in the Holy Land of Spirit Void!

In the throne hall, people from all sides watched in amazement, feeling the coercion of the Emperor's Pen, and all their faces were horrified.

Is this a fairy weapon?

Sure enough, it was unfathomable. Just a little coercion made them feel like their bodies were about to crack.

If this is arrogant and strikes a divine rule, won't it collapse everything in an instant?

Some people who underestimate the strength of the Holy Land of Spirit Void, immediately reined their minds. Sure enough, the dead camel is bigger than a horse. As long as the Holy Land of Spirit Void can motivate this piece of fairy, no one can take the name of the Holy Land.

But Feng Luo, who is the party involved, is already one of the first two.

He put in more than half of his true energy, and the Emperor Pen didn't move at all. Just when he was desperate, the Emperor Pen started to move on its own.

And the Emperor Pen continued to suck his infuriating energy!

Even if his strength has reached the level of the cult leaders of the 'Da Lidi', he can't bear the absorption of an immortal weapon.

In less than an hour or three, Feng Luo couldn't hold on any longer, and screamed, alarming the Quartet.

"Headmaster, save me!"

Feng Luo's cry made everyone dumbfounded.

Wasn't you inspired to co-author the Emperor Pen?

You are also a victim, and you are about to die if you are absorbed by the Emperor Pen!

Then who is the urging of this emperor pen?

Everyone immediately looked at Luo Shui who came out of the hall.

The savior of Lingxu Holy Land is that he brought back the Immortal Emperor Pen when the traitors rebelled on a large scale, suppressed the rebels, purged the universe, and re-played the prestige of Lingxu Holy Land.

The prestige of Luoshui in the Holy Land of Lingxu is unparalleled.

Everyone thinks that the Emperor Pen belongs to Luoshui. Now that Feng Luo is absorbed by the Emperor Pen, Luoshui's headmaster must have a way!

But in fact, Luo Shui saw this picture, and there was nothing he could do.

The Immortal Emperor's Pen is not under anyone's control. As early as 10,000 years ago, after he brought it back, he controlled it for 50 years. Once the 50-year period expired, the Emperor's Pen was out of his control and stayed in peace. Spiritual sanctuary.

Tianhuangbi can only be controlled by people from Tiandi Qianzhuang, and Feng Luo just wants to sacrifice, only if the sacrifice is successful can he control it.

Is it...

Luo Shui thought of a terrifying thing, and his face turned pale. Is the thing he worried about the most in his heart about to happen?

"Headmaster, save me!" Feng Luo shouted, his handsome face was full of twists at the moment, very miserable.

Seeing this, Luo Shui slammed it out with a palm, billowing with infuriating energy like a raging flame, and turned into a dragon in the air, biting the Emperor Pen, forcing the Emperor Pen away, cutting off the continued absorption of Feng Luo.

The Emperor Pen was in the air, shaking slightly.

boom!

The billowing flames that Luo Shui shot out, the huge dragon, disappeared in an instant, turned into clouds and mist, and escaped into the air, creating a huge storm that swept the four directions.

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

This is just a light blow from the fairy.

Feng Luo was rescued, and he said in surprise: "Headmaster, what is going on here, isn't the emperor's pen motivated by the absence of it?"

Luo Shui's face was serious, and he said solemnly: "I'm afraid someone who can urge the Emperor's Pen to come!"

"What?" Feng Luo looked at Luo Shui in confusion, confused.

The other elders of the Spirit Void Holy Land were all confused, and couldn't understand what Luo Shui meant?

And those who came to visit the enthronement ceremony, asked out of curiosity.

"Headmaster Luo Shui, what the hell is going on?"

"Headmaster Luo Shui, isn't the Emperor Pen urging you from the Holy Land of Spirit Void?"

"Headmaster Luo Shui, you are an old senior, can you tell the juniors what happened?"

All kinds of questions suddenly boiled, and everyone wanted to know, a good succession ceremony,

How to do this?

The Emperor Pen rioted uncontrollably. What did Master Luo Shui mean?

Could it be that... the Emperor Pen is not from the Holy Land of Spiritual Void?

Luo Shui didn't answer any of everyone's questions, and he had no time to care about other things.

Headmaster Luo Shui's eyes stared straight at the stairs to the sky in front of the main hall square, with nine hundred and ninety-nine floors, winding up.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from the stone steps!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

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

But in the ears of Headmaster Luo Shui, it was like a thunder blast.

His face twitched, and the bad premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

In his heart, there was a voice telling him that what should come has come after all.

But Headmaster Luo Shui was unwilling to admit it, unwilling to believe it.

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

Headmaster Luo Shui, who was a peerless master 10,000 years ago, was so nervous at the moment that everyone couldn't help but follow him.

The stone steps are the same stone steps.

The only difference is that the footsteps are getting closer.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The footsteps fell on the ground, and everyone could hear it clearly.

Everyone had different expressions on their faces. Seeing that Headmaster Luo Shui was so serious, nervous, and even scared, no one spoke.

The Emperor Pen was suspended in mid-air, absorbing most of Feng Luo's energy, barely able to drive it, and regaining its intelligence, it was waiting for its new master to arrive.

Feng Luo sat on the ground weakly, gasping for breath, regaining his lost strength, frowning as he watched.

He wanted to see who was messing up the most important thing for him.

Tens of thousands of inner sect disciples, hundreds of elders, and deacons in Lingxu Holy Land frowned, and there was anger in their hearts.

A good Lingxu Dharma meeting was destroyed like this, which is simply outrageous.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

But the owner of the footsteps didn't care about this at all, he was not in a hurry, he maintained an average 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!

Suspect!

be surprised!

All kinds of emotions made Li Xiandao feel clearly.

Among these people, there was Luo Shui standing in front of Li Xiandao.

A middle-aged and elderly person with gray hair, handsome in appearance, thin in shape, but extraordinary in bearing.

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

"Who are you?" Luo Shui asked in a deep voice, his eyes became cold, and he didn't take Li Xiandao in his eyes.

A mortal man with no cultivation, why should he be afraid?

Li Xiandao looked at Luo Shui calmly, and Xiao Qi's voice sounded in his mind.

"Master, it's him. Ten thousand years ago, it was he who borrowed the Emperor Pen from me!"

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

Luo Shui sneered and said, "Bullshit, you are a mortal, but you have only a hundred years of life, so dare you say 10,000 years ago?"

The people around also looked at Li Xiandao mockingly.

Li Xiandao ignored these, but spread out 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, flashing a strange light, attracting countless eyes.

Among them, the performance of Luoshui is the worst.

After seeing Li Xiandao's pocket watch, his body softened, and his thoughts exploded instantly. Various scenes from 10,000 years ago appeared like flowing water, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Impossible, this is long gone, how could you have it?" Luo Shui said desperately, he knew that he was finished.

The punishment delayed for 10,000 years has come today.

His happiness just now was just to numb himself.