Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 11 Weaving a Boat to Cross the Sea
"I'm not crazy, I just want to use the ten thousand volumes of truth, and use its innate cross-strait travel supernatural powers to tear a hole in the Zhou Tianjie forbidden left by Sheng Wuxu.

As long as there is a trace of 'authenticity', what is the sea to you and me, not to mention a budding martial arts soul, even a paper man, I can blow him to Jieyuan! "

Yuan Tianren's voice was transmitted by God, his voice was like rumbling thunder, and his tone was extremely decisive.

But Chang Duanxuan still refused to use his supernatural powers to help him use the method of martial arts borrowing.

"If you want to borrow ten thousand volumes of truth, you rely on nothing but Mr. Xie's half of the bookmark. There is only such a little bit of other people's authenticity as evidence, and it is far more powerful than you. Can you afford it with your own capital?

With the current credits of the Lu Academy, your yin quintessence quota for this semester is not much less than last year. Do you think you are still alive? You are a yin puppet, and you will die if you run out of yin quintessence!

How much have you bet on transfer students?Is it enough to give you all my quota for this year? "

Yuan Tianren stared at the void. In the empty sea, Liang De's heart-light dagger, which was infused with all of Liang De's spirituality, was crumbling. The purple-black spots and capillary cracks on Ren Du's second vein were spreading, and the fuel condensed by his efforts was almost exhausted.

"Old Chang, I'm not betting on his life, I'm betting on my life.

Students of this type who are normally enrolled must practice according to the prescribed courses set by Sheng Wuxu Cannian, and you and I cannot interfere.

The transfer students who crossed over halfway were rare, and they were basically of the other side. 370 Five years ago, the only transfer student of the other side was assigned to the Department of Space Studies. On the same day, he was smashed by Jiang Chi, that trash looking for an opportunity...

I finally waited for a transfer student from the other side of the Lu Academy, so I might not be able to use his hands to open up the dead end of the graduation trip. Old Chang, don’t talk about long-term nonsense. Follow Zhuang? "

After answering the old friend's questioning, Yuan Tianren closed his tired old eyes and said nothing more.

Old Chang, what is the meaning of dying, do you want to live like me?
"Ah……"

The silver-white mirror belt surrounding Yuan Tianren's Martial Dao Primordial Spirit disappeared layer by layer, and Chang Duanxuan began to withdraw his extended authenticity.

Soon, there was only Yuan Tianren's independent Martial Dao Primordial Spirit with his eyes closed, and the last silver-white mirror belt containing Chang Duan Xuanzhen's nature left in the Purple Mansion, and this last remnant quickly disintegrated into a ray of silver light.

There is only the last line of connection between Yuan Tianren and Chang Duanxuan.

Chang Duanxuan sighed softly, and his whole body collapsed into countless thin silver-white lines, and with this last line breaking through the air, they all flew into Yuan Tianren's Purple Mansion.

The dog thing, the purple mansion is well built, it is as solid as gold, and I will not give up an inch. If I don't change a thousand things, I really can't put all my true nature into it.

"Hahahahahaha!"

The two men who bet everything looked at each other speechlessly, only smiling.

In the wild laughter of the dead souls under the sword, the brocade woven into a silver mirror surface floated on the Martial Dao Primordial Spirit curled up like a fetus. The mirror surface was as clear as a vacuum, reflecting the shadow of half a broken bookmark.

There is only half of the bookmark left, which seems to be made of bamboo and wood, and a line of ink and regular script can be vaguely seen.

"A lone cloud and a lone crane share a long journey together, and a boat with thousands of volumes of scriptures."

The silver light fluttered, outlining the square ridges, and the silver-white cube that suddenly appeared in the Zifu was suspended for a moment, and it cracked like a Luban lock and a Rubik's cube. Countless small cubes were separated on the mirror surface, rising and falling like ladder blocks.

On the top of the square building blocks, the inscription imitating the inscription on the bookmark stands out. Thousands of metal movable type move up and down, printing the words on a page of silver-white mirror paper. Teeny grains of rice.

At first, it was the traditional regular script that was no different from that on the bookmark. With the silver light, it scattered into radicals and musical symbols, and the radicals were scattered into single strokes, horizontal and vertical strokes, and point-and-fold hooks.

When those strokes were blurred in the mirror, they became simple pictures of countless suns, moons and stars, mountains, rivers, birds, beasts, fish and insects.

Simple pictures are evolving rapidly, pictures are transformed into oracle bone inscriptions, oracle bone culture is golden inscriptions, gold culture is big seal script, big seal script is transformed into small seal script, small seal script is transformed into official script, and official script is transformed into regular script, from complexity to simplicity...

In the end, the silver page turned into a thick, crisp, and evenly textured white letterpress paper, on which dark lead-colored Song-style characters were densely spread, proliferating rapidly like black ants.

The dark lead-colored Song typeface characters first occupied the entire page, and then piled up into raised three-dimensional low hills. The clusters of characters kept increasing and expanding, deformed by the invisible wind, and gradually shaped into a beast with a unicorn beak. skull.

The head of a monster with a one-horned bird's beak descended on Zifu, and slowly opened its closed round orange eyes, with faint smoke flowing in the pupils, exuding an ancient and desolate atmosphere.

got windy.

A dim airflow composed of countless small characters emerged from the hole in the unicorn's beak and beast's skull, and followed Yuan Tianren's dream and blew out of the sword fairy ruins.

Outside the ruins of the sword fairy, there is a circle surrounding the Zhoutian Realm that evolved after the disintegration of Sheng Wuxu's primordial spirit.

There are hundreds of millions of bright yellow triangular symbols, covering the sky and covering the earth, and the ban outside the boundary operates as usual, seamlessly, but it is silently penetrated by the dim flow of words, leaving many gaps as fine as dust.

The wind blows into the empty sea, like light and electricity, and in an instant, countless fine dust-like words catch up to Liang De, who is already in a daze.

Liang De's eyes were blurred, and he vaguely saw that he was shrouded in a gray mist.

Another headache and gray mist, could it be...

The characters in the fog are arranged and combined, changing colors, and suddenly gather in one place.

A huge red "Danger" character appeared above Liang De's head.

The structure of this word is scattered and wobbly, as if it will transform into a word for "death" in the next moment.

"Catch up." The two Yuan and Chang, who borrowed thousands of volumes of truth to show their supernatural powers, breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Wan Juan's blowing breath was connected to Liang De's life, and after integrating all the influencing factors and possibilities, it revealed the dynamics of his fate at the moment, and fed back to Yuan Tianren and Chang Duanxuan at the other end in detail. The external manifestation is that The red word "Danger" appeared above the head.

Just dying, not dead yet.

It's good to catch up with this kid before he dies. As for the danger of being overwhelmed by the empty sea in the first search for Jieyuan, for the two other-side walkers of the Red Tribulation rank, as long as they can escape from the ruins of the sword fairy sealed by Sheng Wuxu Cannian There is a trace of authenticity, and it is effortless to resolve it.

Chang Duanxuan circulated the true nature called "Wanhua Xuyuan", reconciled into a wisp of green wood energy that subdues dragons and tigers, removes fire and solid shapes, and is attached to the blowing breath of the truth of ten thousand volumes, spreading to Liang De's martial arts that is about to be burned. In the depths of the Yuanshen, the body and the spirit are sympathetic, and his scorched and split Ren Du's two veins are like rain, and they are restored to their original state.

The blood-red shining "Danger" character on Liang De's top gradually subsided, the blood red faded, and the green rose.

The danger comes from the tree, and the characters change to form a word "mast".

A straight cyan mast grew out of Liang Dewu Dao Yuanshen.

With the cyan mast as the center, a fountain of cyan characters as many as the Ganges sand poured out. The characters were connected into thin cyan lines, and the cyan lines interlaced to form a frame, and a large number of characters poured in to fill and tamp.

Not long after, a cyan sailing boat with a small head, a fat body, a prow shaped like a bird's beak, a long straight body, a canopy and a scull raised its sails. Driven by the gray breath, it protected Liang De's dazed soul and sailed smoothly, and disappeared in the In the empty sea.

(End of this chapter)