Immortal nobles

Chapter 74
God of Fortune, on the way back to ascending the fairy peak, Li Luo was still quite uneasy. This was really beyond his expectation. The pace of his feet was three points faster than usual, and he hoped to catch up soon. Go back to your dream palace and refine this amazing pen.

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In the huge open space, Li Luo sat suspended in the air. In front of him were the six Zongwei and the two daughters of Qinglan Ji Mengyao, who were surrounded by six deep purple crystals. It was a rare amethyst in the five continents. It is a good product for restoring mental strength, second only to the existence of Jinzhu.Even one or two is a rarity that people in the world fight to the death, but the hexagonal amethyst in front of him is more than thousands of kilograms.

Even so, those who are good at spiritual power can still clearly feel that the spiritual power of the eight people is rapidly weakening at this time, and they don't know where they are.

Li Luo flipped his palms to reveal the stunning green brush. The tip of the pen was made of the fur of an unknown animal. Although it had been silent for thousands of years, it still showed its sharpness. The body of the pen was refined from the branches of the world tree. The tree is the ancestor tree!God knows where that Daoist Jinghong got the branch from?

The dark blue Jinghong pen was handsome and proud, and as soon as it appeared, it stood upright in the air, looking resolute and reckless, obviously not very convinced by Li Luo, the new master.

Li Luo smiled slightly, and did not declare like many people: "I am the world's proud, surrender to me today, and in the future..." Instead, he released a little bit of the energy of the Tai Chi Yin-Yang Sword in his body, a magnificent and mysterious Yin-Yang energy The machine shocked the body of the shocking pen, "This is the Yin-Yang Dao? How is it possible!"

Li Luo smiled lightly and didn't say much. The mental power invaded the inside of the Jinghong pen, causing the Jinghong pen to tremble. He gave up his resistance and let Li Luo imprint his soul into his pen.

Within half a stick of incense, the four pieces of amethyst all over Li Luo's body had been exhausted, and there was only a piece of residue left on this rare treasure that can restore mental power. extreme.

Of course, Li Luo's expression was extremely happy. Without him, it was the Jinghong Brush that had been completely refined. In the sky above Li Luo's Soul Sea, a dark green Taoist brush was quietly suspended in the sky, gurgling from the soul. It was sucked up from the sea, and gradually dissipated around the Jinghong brush. It can be seen that the soul power needed to support the Jinghong brush has far exceeded the soul power recovered in the normal bone-changing state.

Li Luo smiled wryly, and the clan was really relieved, not afraid that he would be completely sucked dry by this shocking pen.

A light flashed in the palm of his hand, and the Jinghong Brush had already appeared in his palm. Li Luo played with the Jinghong Brush carefully, and subconsciously twirled it at his fingertips like in his previous life.

Seeing the sluggish gazes of the rest of the people, Li Luo just realized that he was playing with the God of Fortune like this, which is no different from playing with a priceless gemstone as a spinning top in his previous life!

Ahem, Li Luo blushed slightly, and with a clear cough, he held the Jinghong brush firmly, rubbed the pattern on the body of the pen, and felt a little emotional. In the past, it was this finely crafted exquisite pen that ruined countless lives. My generation really admires the path of the heavenly pride of all races and the demeanor of the predecessors.

Then I turned to think that in this world, my cultivation base will surely climb to the peak, and I can't weaken the name of my ancestors. Suddenly, a phantom seems to appear in Li Luo's mind: a woman in a green shirt, a heroine. , wearing a pear wood hairpin, with an elegant posture, holding the blue startling pen in his right hand, and swaying a folding fan in his left hand, with an elegant demeanor.

I saw her standing there, and wrote in the void, "The place where Shizi talked about the scriptures, Xuanchen left the engraved words. The old knowledge left behind in Taiwan, and the holy emperor begged for the remnants." With a wave of the folding fan with her left hand, the inscription on it was "Staying in the heart of the ages, opening Looking forward to Kyushu."

What an amazing woman! ,
I saw the blue-clothed man standing in the void, looking coldly at the tens of thousands of alien races in front of him, with awe-inspiring aura, thousands of phantoms suddenly emerged from the void, and the muscular desolate beast in front of him was born Beasts that can control the elements, or illusory and invisible spirits, are all as difficult to move as if they are stuck in a quagmire.

The Jinghong pen in her hand waved continuously, and dots of ink shot out, swaying thousands of times, and sinking into the enemy's body. At the same time, many alien races roared as if they had suffered unbearable pain, A large number of alien races fell directly!

Based on the images fed back by the Jinghong pen, Li Luo clearly understood that all the alien beasts in front of him were beast emperors, comparable to the good fortune of the human race. Xia has no power to fight back, it is really extremely tyrannical.

Although starting from the Dragon Gate Realm, the human race has a stronger innate wisdom and a deeper understanding of the rules and avenues, so the human race in the same realm is often stronger than other races. The combat power is far inferior to the monsters and other races.

But even so, Daoist Jinghong's combat power is too strong, and that short stroke of Jinghong's pen is really the arrogance of all races.

Then Li Luo saw the faint ink marks left in the void collide with the ink dots swayed by Shangguan Wan'er, which aroused a spiritual explosion visible to the naked eye, and even formed a spiritual storm in places where the explosions were dense!

This "Pomo Daxieyi" is really a sacred book of spiritual killing. No wonder not many people have practiced it. This power is really too powerful.

Suddenly, I saw her flying and leaping, attacking the few remaining enemies, walking along the ink marks, as if there was a faint feedback from the avenue, the aura of that green shirt was getting higher and higher, countless The strange beast was obliterated by this ray of blue light in the sky, and her elegant figure was constantly shuttled in the battlefield. The next moment, she was seen flying up, the blue light was shining all over her body, and a phantom peony bloomed in the air, and her I also splash ink in the sky, and sprinkle thousands of ink!
Like a budding flower bud, it blooms in an instant, blooming in full bloom into a coquettish peony, mercilessly beating the arrogance of all races in front of it. The name of Zun is also extolled by countless history books and myths.

This bloody battlefield dissipated like bubbles, and the magnificent woman also disappeared, only the lingering sound lingered: the strokes of the pen are the magic of the three ends, and the innocence of the ink is the mystery of the six arts.

The clear and beautiful voice lingered in his ears, recalling the previous scene and thinking about the elegant demeanor, Li Luo couldn't feel relieved for a long time.

(End of this chapter)