Aiming for the Immortal Path

The majestic offensive of the long-faced old man suddenly collapsed in the moment of confrontation.

Immediately, three long black wooden nails, which exuded a frightening sinister aura and were only as thick as a little finger, suddenly appeared.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the wooden nail easily broke through the defensive shield formed by Shen Luoyan and headed straight for the sea of ​​Qi in Shen Luoyan's dantian, as if entering an uninhabited area.

"Not good!"

Dozens of miles away in the sky, Su Twelve's pupils shrank.

He mumbled something bad, not paying attention to the unknown figure on the peak nearly a hundred miles away.

As soon as the dust flew up in his hand, he immediately turned into Wuchen Sword and came to help.

He didn't dare to be careless when dealing with a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

However, at the same time, on the mountain peak nearly a hundred miles away, the Nascent Soul monk made the first move.

The figure soared into the sky, rushed into the scope of the Heavenly Tribulation at an astonishing speed, and headed straight for the center of the battlefield.

As he was flying quickly, in front of him, there was another black stream of light flying into the battlefield at an even faster speed.

"Huh? He's also trying to save people?"

"But this person has appeared a long time ago, but he chose this key point to take action. His purpose... I'm afraid it's not simple."

Seeing this scene, Su Twelve raised his eyebrows, quickly pressed down the Wuchen sword that had almost turned into a sword body, and silently stirred up his true energy.

With the light of thought in his eyes, he chose to continue to wait and see, and at the same time, he was ready to take action at any time.

If he hadn't noticed the other party's existence, Su Twelve would have appeared long ago.

But he was certain that the other party must not be aware of his existence.

Then the purpose of doing so is worth pondering.

In the blink of an eye, a black stream of light appeared in front of Shen Luoyan.

The light dissipated, but it was a brush-like magic weapon exuding rich spiritual essence.

The writing brush is better than that used by secular literati

The brush is obviously one size larger. The pen barrel is made of a kind of spiritual bamboo, and the tip of the pen is made of the hair of some kind of demonic beast, which takes up nearly 30% of the length of the entire brush.

The tip of the pen was stained with thick ink, hovering in the air, and a few drops of ink slowly dripped.

As soon as he appeared, without waiting for the old man's wooden nail to attack Shen Luoyan secretly, the brush moved instantly, and the emptiness was drawn horizontally and vertically.

In the blink of an eye, the auras intertwined to form the character "roy" that was as tall as a person!

The moment he finished writing, the tip of the brush was suddenly thrust forward, splashing thick ink, and the words rushed out majestically, hitting the three black wooden nails used by the long-faced old man for a sneak attack.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, an astonishing amount of energy erupted in the field.

The energy spread, the word "roy" disappeared without a trace, and the three black wooden nails also flew back at a faster speed.

"Huh? Is that you? The Miaobi Scholar!!!"

The long-faced old man's expression darkened and he quickly looked towards the direction in which the brush magic weapon was flying.

Already recognized the identity of the person.

"Is this Master An Daoyou, the Miaobi Scholar?" Shen Luoyan also turned around, with a look of surprise on his face.

The identity of the visitor was obviously clear.

After saying this, Shen Luoyan reacted, feeling the surge of pressure from the sky, and hurriedly continued to suppress his own cultivation with all his strength.

If the heavenly calamity were to happen at this moment, not only he and the long-faced old man would be destroyed, but also the wonderful scholar who came to help would also die.

Just as the two of them finished speaking, the stream of light from behind rushed into the battlefield.

The stream of light dissipated, revealing a figure wearing an antique cyan robe and a thick black scarf.

The person who came was thin, with a delicate face, and a pair of bright eyes that were deep and clear, as if one could see the inner world through the person's surface.

The figure is soaring in the air, and the slightly swaying body exudes a strong scholarly atmosphere that is slightly undisciplined.

With a wave of his hand, he took back the brush magic weapon in the air, held it in his hand, and then his eyes fell on the long-faced old man.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, you can be considered a well-known figure among the casual cultivators. I never expected that you would join an evil sect like the Demonic Shadow Palace and help others!"

"Supporting a tiger? On the road to immortality, everyone is busy working to become an immortal, so there is no distinction between good and evil. Moreover, without the help of the Demon Shadow Palace, I would not have been able to break through the shackles of the original realm and enter the middle stage of Nascent Soul in such a short period of time. realm."

The long-faced old man said disapprovingly, his eyes wandering over Scholar Miaobi and Shen Luoyan, but he was not in a hurry to take action. ??

"Everyone has his own ambitions. If you choose to take this path, An will have nothing to say, let alone interfere."

"But... we used to be friends, but now you are so hard on Fellow Daoist Shen."

The Miaobi scholar swung the brush in his hand, looking upright and awe-inspiring.

The long-faced old man curled his lips, "So...are you going to fight with the old Taoist?"

Scholar Miaobi said without changing his expression: "Young Daoist Shen is a close friend of Mr. An. If you insist on forcing me to do this, there is no reason for Mr. An to just sit back and watch."

"Ho ho... what a scholar of wonderful writing. Isn't it true that the hero comes here to save the beauty?"

"However, with your cultivation in the early Nascent Soul stage, do you also want to fight with the old Taoist? If you know the truth and leave now, you can still save your life. Otherwise... if you take action, don't blame the old Taoist for being ruthless and not caring about old feelings."

The long-faced old man laughed strangely, and looked at the Miaobi scholar with eyes full of contempt.

At the end, the huge aura belonging to the monks in the mid-Nascent Soul stage burst out instantly.

The invisible aura swept out like a raging torrent.

Shen Luoyan, who was trying his best to suppress his cultivation aura, was directly rushed away a hundred feet away.

As for the scholar with a wonderful pen, he was not much better either. He kept retreating with a solemn look on his face, clearly showing that he was under great pressure.

Shen Luoyan quickly stabilized his body and hurriedly shouted to Scholar Miaobi: "Fellow Daoist An, leave quickly! What happened today is a disaster for me, and I can handle it by myself!"

"Leave? Fellow Taoist Shen is joking. You and I have been close friends for many years. You are in danger today. How can you stay away from An? Or is it that in Fellow Taoist's heart, An is just a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death?"

Scholar Miaobi shook his head slightly.

Before Shen Luoyan could speak again, he immediately picked up his pen and splashed thick ink. In the blink of an eye, the word "wind" appeared with an astonishing aura.

Unlike before, this time the word "wind" appears and disappears.

Immediately afterwards, there was a whistling sound, and the wind roared in the field, forming a huge whirlwind.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, you should seize the time and do your best to overcome the tribulation, and leave this place to An."

As soon as Miaobi Scholar finished speaking, the whirlwind swallowed Shen Luoyan directly, and rolled up Shen Luoyan's body across the mountains and rivers.

In just a moment, it was sent to a peak a hundred miles away.

Feeling the change of Shen Luoyan's figure and position, the dark clouds in the sky also moved with it, rolling like a tidal wave, heading straight for Shen Luoyan's position.

Not long after, Heavenly Tribulation left the location where Miaobi Scholar and others were.

Deep in the clouds, the subtle lightning that kept flashing disappeared without a trace. Instead, a restrained aura of destruction began to brew.

This...is a sign that the catastrophe is beginning to take shape!