Plundering the Heavens

"Some things are really stubborn..."

Even Fangfang, in fact, wants to understand this point. Learning together, like practicing, is unforgettable. It requires great effort and great energy to participate in research. It also requires certain understanding, and he is undoubtedly the most lacking. After practicing for one night, my heart was already extremely impatient. When I heard Mr. Wen’s comments, I couldn’t even appreciate it. The heart was silent and it’s hard to say...

"In fact, it is not enough to practice the words. It is also necessary to have a liberal arts and culture. It is like a pilgrimage. There are ministers who can write blue words and Wenshi Tongda. They can sacrifice the heavens. Only in this way can they use the pen to connect the heavens and the earth and ignite the laws of heaven and earth.唉 唉, forget it, why bother so hard, even if I learn how to write, how can I read a good book, write a good article, even if I have read a good book, how can I write a good article? What about it? It’s not necessarily completely controlled by this pen. Even if you control this pen, what about it? It’s not necessarily a fairy king. What if you become a fairy king? Dead on the road..."

When I think about it, my thoughts are suddenly open, and I am happy with the book...

"However, even if you don't use this pen to change the sky, you don't have to use it completely."

"This pen is used to communicate the world, is to write the word, it needs to contain some kind of magic, because it needs to make the world understand, but there are some heavens and earth, there is no need to have the gods, but also Can you understand..."

After giving up the thorough control of this pen, the mind of the party is flexible.

Slowly pondering for a while, he is in the sea, the light is flashing, there is some kind of thought.

"Actually, in the realm of knowledge, I can be considered a world..."

After thinking about this, he immediately came to the interest. After Mr. Wen’s departure, he thought about it and took the pen to the world of knowledge. He looked at the world and saw it after the big chaos. The vitality has already sprouted, and he himself can clearly feel that with that chaos, breaking everything, it promotes the integration of the various forces within this literary world, and the result of blending is the breeding of the laws. From his point of view, it is a source of magical power that is growing!

Of course, because these sources of magical power are too weak, to some extent, he is not as powerful as the ordinary Taiyi Shangxian, and he does not know the power of some kind of law. He does not know how long it takes, waiting for them. growing up……

However, understanding these sources of magical power, for him, is a great help!

If you don’t fight with others, this advantage will not be reflected, but Fangxing can guarantee that if he fights, he will give people too much surprise!

Of course, this is his practice, but it has nothing to do with the purpose of his trip.

After entering the world of knowledge, he immediately picked up the pen, and his expression was slightly quiet.

The second time I wrote, but it was different from the first time. Because my heart was prepared, my heart’s desires faded a lot, and I didn’t grow like a wild grass, and I’m not as eager to write down as I did for the first time. However, nothing can be written. This time, he forcibly resisted the idea of ​​writing a pen, just waiting quietly, waiting for the madness of the heart to fade away!

This feeling has lasted for a long time, and under his forcible restraint, my mind is getting quieter!

Then, just after his inner heart was empty, he slowly breathed and then wrote a word.

wind!

The writing is very scribbled, the strokes are twisted and stiff, and the words are not words!

If you put it in peacetime, you will never be able to write it yourself. It is too shameful.

And after writing it out, he does not guarantee that the word can be recognized by others, and the subconscious will think that this is useless!

It’s like in the subconscious, knowing that others can’t recognize their own words, naturally they won’t write it again!

The last time he mentioned the words, this is the reason!

Writing with this pen is equivalent to writing to a **** Buddha who can promise any of his own requirements!

After knowing that he wrote to the **** Buddha, the **** Buddha will satisfy all his wishes, but because he knows that his words are too ugly, the **** Buddha may not be able to understand it, and he does not know how to say this. So I put down the pen...

Today is different, the word, the line is written for yourself!

Don't talk about the scribbles written, even if you just scratch a few times, he also knows what this is!

For this reason, the writings will fall, and there will be invisible changes immediately.

In the midst of it, some kind of law in the literary world was touched, and then the wind came from afar, and went far...

The wind is not strong, Xu is not a reason for the party!

The eyes that can be square, but immediately lit up!

Usually in this world of knowledge, he can do whatever he wants. If he wants to have the wind, he only needs to move his mind, then he has it. At this time, he clearly has nothing to think about, just wrote a word, and this word actually Without letting him, forcibly let the world have the wind, or say that this pen, through this word, affects the deep subconsciousness of him, and the more the blistering, the law of the world is changed. No matter how it is explained, it does confirm that this pen has direct changes, even the ability to control the rules!

"fire!"

According to the excitement of this little discovery in the heart, Fang Fang wrote another word.

Then he looked at the front and waited quietly. Sure enough, after the word fell, his mind was deep, a string was gently pulled, and then there was a faint flame in his eyes. Breathing out of nowhere, quietly jumping...

"Good, good, good..."

The square looked bright, thought for a moment, and wrote another word again.

"Electricity!"

However, this word is different from before. Although he wrote an "electric" word, it was rain.

As a result, as expected, the electric word fell. Over nine days, suddenly there was a dark cloud. After a long period of swell, there was no thunder and lightning. Instead, “唰啦啦” began to float, and the world was lost. one slice……

"Yes, what I think in my heart, what will be there..."

Thinking like this, he was a little scared!

Fortunately, the last time he wrote a pen, because the subconscious knows that there is no ink on his chest, I don’t know how to drop the pen, so let go of the pen, otherwise, even if he writes a pen at the time, because he knows he wants to write What is it, it will also motivate the law, and then with the madness of desire to change the rules of this literary world, the rules of the new life will certainly be disturbed by this, even cracked, and he himself, it is estimated that with this knowledge The fragmentation of the world is an unimaginable miserable end...

I took a deep breath and laughed a little, and once again, I took the pen to the air!

Bang!

With his point, he knows the world, suddenly the law changes, the world changes, the broken mountains and rivers return, the fallen stars soar, the broken trees recover, the cracked earth heals, like a hand Comb, combing this circle of knowledge...

Looking at this strange scene in front of me, Fang Xing is more and more happy, can not help but laugh!

It turns out that he can use this pen!

"Ha ha, really is a magic pen, directly change the law, do not have to go through my consent, which shows that the power of this pen, even beyond the God of God, it is no wonder that even Tianyuan that help the great elders of the dojos, all heart If you want to get a good thing, it will fall into my hands. If I get it by a letter, I don’t know what kind of power will be formed, but now I am in my hands, that is me. I have been crossed out by you since I was young, but now I have got this pen, I want to..."

In the big laughter, he talked to himself, but when he talked about the most exciting time, he suddenly stopped.

"Hey, what can I do with it?"

The original expression of excitement suddenly became entangled and depressed at this time...

This pen is very powerful, he can indeed use this pen!

However, when he uses this pen, he can only have an effect in his own knowledge...

And in his own knowledge, he can control the law!

A joy suddenly disappeared...

...Mom, it seems that in addition to proving that this is useful, nothing else!

This feeling really makes the party a little embarrassed, but fortunately no one around sees...

The ups and downs of the mood are the most annoying. Fang Fang has already planned to go back to a few jars of wine to solve the problem, but when he is ready to leave, his heart is fretting, and he thinks of a possibility, he will stand up and think. After thinking about it, then reaching out and calling, under his mind, the law of knowledge changed, and then four stone tablets flew back to him, but they were the four red arrogances that he was imprisoned in. Zi, not long ago, within this literary world, it was turned upside down. It was really dangerous. But look at these four people, one by one, and they were seriously injured. However, they have not yet died. It is obviously a force to protect the body. It is very difficult to die!

"Hey, your family is asking me for trouble now, I will take you as an experiment..."

In the heart of Fang Xing, a bold idea has been raised. In order to verify this idea, he has a pen!

This one is right in the four unconscious Tianjiao, the woman’s forehead...

When I clicked on this pen, some thoughts in his heart appeared at the same time, which led to the ability to change the law of Duxian pen!

"Hey!"

Between the heavens and the earth, in the inexhaustible law of weakness, it seems that one has been pulled out. At this moment, the forehead of the woman in the linen is forced into the forehead. It is also in this shackle. The body is seriously injured. The woman in the coma, suddenly, woke up, and there was a faint flame on her, but she did not hurt her, like a part of her!

"You...what did you do?"

She looked at the side with horror and fear, hoarse voice, screaming.

"Sow a seed in your body!"

Fang Xing is thinking thoughtfully, and he does not raise his head.

Dt> Montenegro old ghost said /dt>

Has anyone guessed the purpose of this pen?