Boom!
There was a loud noise.
Wang Shusheng flew out and smashed countless rockery boulders.
Mo Shanshan and Tmall Girl stood there blankly. In the smoke and dust, a black figure could be vaguely seen, standing in front of the large hole.
Mo Shanshan looked at the tall figure carefully, his beautiful eyes narrowed, almost forming a line, and he could vaguely see that this person was indeed very handsome.
The other party also seemed to notice her gaze, turned his head and glanced at her.
But since Mo Shanshan stopped squinting, he couldn't see Yu Liancheng's appearance and expression clearly at this time, and walked towards his teacher Wang Shusheng with a blank expression.
"Could this woman be Mo Shanshan? She is indeed a bookworm..."
Yu Liancheng glanced at Mo Shanshan and admired in his heart.
With his current appearance, which is almost perfect, it can make any woman sway, but the other party doesn't seem to care at all.
stop!
Suddenly, Yu Liancheng waved his hand back, and a ray of white light flew out, followed by bloody light and screams.
In the hall of calligraphy and ink, I saw the red-clothed priest covering his throat with both hands, and the stick with sugar-coated haws on it was inserted into his throat, and blood was flowing out. His face was deformed with pain and he was sweating profusely. He stared at Yu Liancheng with eyes that almost popped out of his head, with strong unwillingness, but after all, he was a mortal body, and he still fell down despite such fatal injuries.
And the rich Haotian divine glow that originally lingered on his fingertips also quickly dissipated.
It turned out that when the red-clothed priest saw that Yu Liancheng's attention was focused on Wang Shusheng who flew out, he wanted to sneak attack on the latter with Haotian's divine brilliance. This remnant of the Demon Sect who blasphemed Haotian deserved death.
As a result, Yu Liancheng noticed him and killed him with a wooden stick.
The movement of Wang Shusheng flying out also attracted the practitioners on Mogan Mountain.
"Someone breaks into Mogan Mountain without permission!?"
"Master Shusheng is injured?"
"Be careful, that person is in the Book and Ink Hall."
In a few breaths, dozens of figures appeared.
As a training place in the River Kingdom, although its foundation is not as good as that of the Xiling Temple, there are indeed a lot of practitioners, and among them there are two great practitioners in the realm of knowing destiny.
Of course, they also noticed Yu Liancheng, and they understood that the person in front of them was the person who broke into Mogan Mountain without authorization and seriously injured Lord Shusheng.
But no one dared to take action.
Yu Liancheng put his hands behind Zhuo Li and the center of Shumo Hall emitted a majestic aura, which filled a radius of dozens of feet, like a black cloud pressing on everyone's hearts.
Not to mention taking action, many young disciples didn't even dare to take a look.
"Ahem."
Amid a cough, Wang Shusheng stood up from a broken rockery with the support of two disciples.
This made Yu Liancheng look at Wang Shusheng twice.
In this world, only people from the Demon Cult can temper their bodies with the vitality of heaven and earth. In addition, there are similar horizontal exercises in the military.
As for other people, as long as they don't step outside the five realms, their bodies will not be too strong. Some mind masters are even too focused on their mind power and neglect their own training, making them worse than ordinary people.
Yu Liancheng's previous punch was enough to kill most of the strongest men in the world.
But at the moment when he was about to hit Wang Shusheng, he was blocked by something like a dark cloud or black mist.
It has to be said that Wang Shusheng reacted quickly and his methods were quite good.
"Wang Shusheng, originally I just came to visit you to ask for advice on talismans. But since you want to collaborate with Xiling Temple to harm me, don't blame me for being rude." Yu Liancheng's tone was dull and he waved to Wang Shusheng: "Come on. , show me your true level, let me see how strong the so-called invincible Talisman Master is?"
"Ahem, please step back."
Wang Shusheng coughed and looked pale, causing all the practitioners in Mogan Mountain to retreat.
Looking directly at Yu Liancheng, his expression became solemn.
He had already heard about Yu Liancheng's deeds when he entered Taoshan alone. He knew that the other party was the most powerful enemy he had ever encountered in his life, so he did not dare to underestimate him. He took out a pen from his sleeve and drew randomly in the air.
The sky above Mogan Mountain was originally clear, but suddenly a strong wind roared in, rolling up countless dark clouds. The entire Mogan Mountain suddenly became extremely gloomy. The clouds continued to roll uneasily, appearing particularly violent, and the word "town" was faintly displayed during the period. .
There is something extraordinary about being respected as a calligrapher by the world.
Wang Shusheng's practice of Talisman Dao is different from that of ordinary Talisman masters. In addition to comprehending the shape of heaven and earth, he also incredibly possesses his own natal object.
His natal possession is this very ordinary-looking pen in his hand.
Ordinary talisman masters use the mind power of the snow-capped mountains and seas as their pens and their insights as their ink. They write words that are naturally read by heaven and earth. When nature understands them and forms an effective communication, the vitality of heaven and earth will be summoned and become countless miracles. means.
Wang Shusheng, on the other hand, used his life as his pen and the wind as ink, filled with countless vitality of heaven and earth, writing like crazy.
He does not need to let nature see his meaning, because he is commanding nature with his own meaning.
The clouds suddenly condensed into a wildly cursive word "town", and a coercion descended from the sky, penetrated the heaven and earth, and pressed towards the town of Yulian.
"Something interesting."
Under this suppressive force, practitioners who are below the level of knowing one's destiny will be crushed into a ball of meat in an instant, and ordinary masters who know one's destiny will also find it difficult to move.
But in Yu Liancheng's eyes, it was just "somewhat interesting".
Wang Shusheng's expression also changed slightly, because he also noticed that the suppressive force had only reached three feet of Yulian City when it was blocked by an invisible wall of energy and could not advance even an inch.
"Since your Excellency wants to see Wang's talismans, come and have a good look."
Wang Shusheng quickly cheered up again, and the hand holding the pen danced wildly in the air, while the clouds in the sky stirred uneasily again, and countless scribbles quickly appeared in the clouds.
at this time.
Dark clouds hang in the sky like paper.
The sage of calligraphy is in the world, and the pen is in the sky.
Countless extremely complex and unfathomable talismans emerged above the dark clouds, piling up layer by layer.
It is conceivable that once these talismans pour out, even Sword Master Liu Bai will feel slightly troubled.
Not only were these talismans written by Wang Shusheng, a divine talisman master, and were extremely powerful, but also because the handwriting was so sloppy that the meaning of the talismans kept changing.
If you don’t know its meaning, how can you break it?
These symbols are just accumulated in the high clouds, accumulating more and more. As a result, the clouds over Mogan Mountain became thicker and heavier.
At this time, the dark clouds gave people the impression that they were like a black city floating in the sky, which could collapse at any time, crushing and submerging the Mogan Mountain below. It is also like a volcano that has been stored for tens of millions of years. Once it erupts, it can burn hundreds of feet in radius to ashes.
If Yu Liancheng wanted to stop him, he would just punch him.
But he didn't, he just watched quietly as Wang Shusheng kept writing.
Look very carefully.
——He is studying.
Learn how to draw symbols and how to let the world understand your thoughts.
Among the tens of thousands of skills absorbed by Guizang Jiudao, there is naturally the cultivation technique of the Talisman Master.
But how can the words recorded in the book be compared to being displayed in front of one's eyes by a Talisman Master.
Therefore, he did not stop Wang Shusheng from continuing to draw strokes. At the same time, he also wanted to see what kind of terrifying attack this Talisman Master could perform.
However, in a matter of seconds, the talisman in the air had accumulated to its limit.
Wang Shusheng finally stopped writing. He looked slightly pale. He wrote so many talismans in one breath, which was a huge consumption even for him, a talisman master.
But his expression was filled with excitement, because in a real battle, the opponent would not just stand there stupidly and let the talisman be drawn.
Especially for swordsmen, the flying swords that can cut iron like clay can fly at any time.
But this time, whether because of arrogance or for some other reason, his opponent just stood there and let him write.
Therefore, Wang Shusheng wrote down all the lethal talismans under his control.
"Yuliancheng, take the move!"
At this time, Wang Shusheng raised his pen high, as if it was a giant mountain rising from the ground, trying to pierce the sky.
This stroke did not pierce the sky, but it poked a hole in the dark clouds that had accumulated countless talismans.
As a result, the talismans poured out like the Milky Way, and countless waves of talismans flew down from the nine heavens. With majestic and vast momentum, the waves swept across, and each wave contained a strange and murderous talisman. . Any talisman can easily kill a monk who knows his destiny. Nowadays, these talismans are continuous and pouring out towards Yulian City in a mighty manner.
With so many talismans, even Yan Se, who is known as the world's best talisman master, will be overwhelmed and killed by the talismans.
But Yu Liancheng's expression remained indifferent.
A wine bottle appeared in his right hand. He opened the cork and the wine spilled out, but did not fall to the ground and stagnated in the air.
At the same time, he flicked his right hand on his waist, and 'Wan Dao Wuji' suddenly turned into a brush and appeared in his hand.
Finally, Yu Liancheng began to write in the air while soaking in wine.
He is also writing talismans.
He actually wanted to use Fu Dao to fight against Fu Dao.
His practice in Talisman Dao is just a fledgling, just starting out. How can he surpass the few Talisman masters in the world? !
But he did it, and he did it with confidence.
The talisman from the sky fell quickly.
So Yu Liancheng also wrote very quickly.
He finished writing his own talisman when the surging talisman was still several feet away from him.
It's not some obscure symbol, but a line of poetry.
——The sword energy stretches across 30,000 miles, and the light of one sword chills nineteen continents.
When these fourteen words were written, the dark clouds formed by countless talismans were torn apart, the darkness was shattered, and the light swayed down.
However, this light does not bring any warm feeling to people. It is a light that cuts through all things, revealing deep murderous intent and unknown light. The moment this light appeared, the world was instantly filled with terrifying murderous intent.
——Sword light.
This is a sword light.
A sword light that was bone-chilling and penetrated the sky and the earth.
The sword light shattered the falling talismans and pierced a hole in the entire dark cloud. Countless talismans were swept away by the sword light and immediately melted like ice and snow.
Looking at the remaining symbols in the air, Yu Liancheng picked up his pen and wrote another poem.
——Unless you see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return.
Boom!
When this poem was written, people all over Mogan Mountain heard the roar of the river, which was deafening.
Another piece of slightly transparent light fell down. When I looked up, I couldn't help but be shocked. A river came from the sky, swept away the remaining talismans, and headed straight to the East China Sea.
"How is this possible?"
The meaning of the talisman was broken, and Wang Shusheng spit out a mouthful of blood and staggered back two steps.
Wherever this kid is writing a talisman, it is clearly the "Yan Chu Fa Sui" in the first part of the lecture and the "Confucius said" of the Master.
No, far more powerful than both.
These two may affect the surrounding area on a small scale, but they will definitely not cause such a big turmoil.
Moreover, he could also see that although Yu Liancheng's calligraphy was excellent, he was still a beginner in the way of talismans and would never be able to achieve what even a talisman master could not achieve.
"It's the wine...and the pen..."
Wang Shusheng was worthy of being a Talisman Master. With a flash of his eyes, he quickly guessed the reason.
His guess was mostly correct.
The pot of wine Yu Liancheng used to make ink was peach blossom wine.
It's not the peach blossom wine made with "human faces and peach blossoms complementing each other", it's the wine made from the mountains of peach blossoms in the Xiling Divine Kingdom.
It turns out that Yu Liancheng took away the peach blossoms from Taoshan just to satisfy his bad taste of "picking peach blossoms and selling them for drinking money".
Unfortunately, no one bought the peach blossoms at all, so they simply turned them into peach blossom wine.
Later, Yuliancheng discovered that the peach blossoms on the mountain were worshiped by countless believers and had the most essential connection with Haotian. When made into wine, the connection remains, even purer.
And Fu Dao allows heaven and earth to understand their own intentions.
Using peach blossom wine as ink drawings is simply the best choice.
The pen in Yu Liancheng's hand was transformed by Wan Dao Wuji. One of Wan Dao Wuji's abilities is that it can release the host's power three times, five times, or ten times to varying degrees.
With these two things, even ordinary talisman masters can write extremely powerful talismans.
As for the third point, it is related to the cultivation level of Yulian City itself.
Whether it is the sword light reaching the sky or the roar of the river, it can be consistent with one of the nine paths he has returned to Tibet. Through the stimulation of Gui Zang Dao, you can get twice the result with half the effort.
It's a pity that Yulian City's own talisman cultivation is not good enough, so he can't solidify the meaning he wants to express in a single talisman.
He could only break down the original talisman into a long series of verses.
This is obviously a drawback. After all, the more words there are, the longer it takes to write. In a real fight, the winner can sometimes be decided in a split second.
Looking at the astonished Wang Shusheng, Yu Liancheng decided to write down the last talisman, a poem.
——Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.
When this poem turned into a symbol and enveloped Wang Shusheng, Wang Shusheng immediately felt that his life force was passing away at an unimaginable speed. His whole body's strength gradually disappeared, and his whole body couldn't help but slumped on the ground, feeling a sense of decay. The energy escapes.
"Mr. Yu, please stop!"
Half a divine talisman appeared to compete with Yulian City's talisman.
At the same time, a woman stood in front of the white-haired, increasingly older Wang Shusheng: "Please spare your life, sir, and let the teacher live."
The woman in front of her is extremely beautiful, and she is as smart as heaven and earth. However, her eyes are slightly dull. Although she is looking at Yulian City, she still gives people a very aloof feeling.
Who is it if it's not Mo Shanshan?
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