In the pleasure boat that was going upstream in Jiangdong, the old shopkeeper stood beside Gou Laoqi, who was rolling around and sighed: "The master was also a decent person before, why did he roll on the ground again?"

"Stop talking nonsense, come and help me!" Gou Laoqi took out the yellow talisman on his body with trembling trembling and swung it in the air. The old shopkeeper sighed, wrapped the yellow talisman with ink rhyme, raised his eyebrows, and said in surprise: "The talisman paper is broken!?"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and let the runes return to their position! That little thing doesn't know where the force comes from, and it can shake the runes away."

The old shopkeeper's two eyebrows were frowning together, and the ink rhyme slowly poured into the runes, murmuring in his mouth.

Gou Laoqi looked at the originally crooked runes on the talisman paper and finally felt calm. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. He looked discouraged and patted the dust on his body, sat cross-legged on the ground, cursing: "This little bastard is really unkind! Eat alone!"

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Zhong Yue, who was sitting quietly under the Wuyou Tree, didn't know that because of his rashness, the master and servant of Gou Laoqi and his servant had a lot of effort in the pleasure boat. He only cared about the huge changes in his body.

It is true that Zhang Sengyou's inheritance broke through the shackles of runes and brought full of ink rhyme to Zhong Yue. However, this inheritance of saints was too huge. If Zhong Yue had not experienced a difficult tempering before, the meridians on his body would have been shattered under such a huge impact.

Taking advantage of the stalemate, Zhong Yue tried hard to absorb the Mo Yun into the Dantian. If it were normal, there would be no such opportunity. The Nine Powers of the Gods and the Dragon Saint Heritage, who are now snatching juice, do not care about the little bit of the Mo Yun of Heaven and Earth, but focus on the juice of Wuyou Fruit.

In the past, he absorbed the ink rhyme from the world by breaking the ink method, but in that way, he was too slow. Now, taking advantage of the continuous war of this tug-of-war, Zhong Yue had not spent much time to accumulate the ink rhyme in his dantian to a full extent. However, the meridians in his body could not bear it anymore. However, the involvement of the nine powers of the gods and man also shared a lot of pressure for him, otherwise he would have been unable to suppress it with the power of the saint.

The last chapter of Condensing Ink into the Tao is the Chongmo Chapter. When the ink rhyme in the Dantian is full of, going up against the trend and running in the reverse route of the Breaking Ink Chapter is the key to truly entering the realm of calligraphy and calligraphy.

The road to calligraphy and painting begins.

The greed of the Immortal Dragon and the God-Man's Nine Forces to share the juice was not small. However, the rune that had been broken and turned dimly gradually lit up another golden light, pulling the broken Mo Yun dragon into the rune. Zhong Yue frowned. Although he hated this time bomb, it is obvious now that the saint inheritance is not something he can fully absorb now, and he is still worried about how this tug-of-war ends.

But now it seems that at least the nine powers of the gods and humans in the bones will not be so out of control.

The ink method has changed so many times, but the ancient method has not been easy forever. Therefore, for the nine powers of gods and humans, what Zhong Yue had to do was to constantly refine bones and strengthen them, rather than change into thousands of forms. This was realized by his previous study of calligraphy or Chinese painting.

Oh ~

With a sad chant, the rune's golden light burst out, and finally pulled the Mo Yun dragon soul completely into the rune's imprisonment. The suction of the nine powers of the God-Man also gained the upper hand, absorbing the Wuyou Fruit into the marrow. However, it is obvious that for the Nine Powers of the God-Man, Zhong Yue is like a host. Although he absorbed most of the Wuyou Fruit juice, a lot of it was left, and the blood in the meridians moistened the meridians that were previously swelling and painful by the Saint Mo Yun.

Zhong Yue breathed a sigh of relief and used the method of rushing ink to go upstream, preparing to condense ink into the Tao in one fell swoop and impact the realm of calligraphy and ink!

The two masters and servants who were far away in Jiangdong sat on the floor panting.

"Master, I'm so tired."

"Thank you for your hard work, Wangcai."

"Master, stop calling me a nickname, will you be?"

"No."

The old shopkeeper: "..."

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"Senior sister, are you still unwilling to hand over it? Although your strength has recovered, you have no chance under the joint efforts of Senior Brother Gu. Yungong is not the Yungong that was more than ten years ago. I have paid too much, so Senior sister, don't compete with me!"

Yao Ningzhi's body was full of ink and was attacked by the two of them and he stepped backwards, but there was no sign of giving up on his face. "More than ten years ago, Gengli Jun suddenly appeared in the Nine Netherlands. Did you inform me?"

Cao Ling raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "Senior sister, don't swear by others. In the Nine Netherworlds, I don't even know the location. How can I inform the little saint of the Taoist Court?"

The sword energy transformed from the ink rhyme of Gu Haifeng became more and more fierce. The sword technique of their swordsmanship stood out from the ink rhyme of calligraphy. The sharp way condensed into sharp sword energy, and the more you fight, the more brave you become, so some people in Zhongzhou commented that if the two saints can decide the victory within three days, the Dao Saint will definitely be the dominant one. However, if they fight for three years and five years, the sword Saint will definitely win. However, this is just a speculation. In fact, the sword Saint cannot be defeated in three days, and the Dao Saint will not fight for three years. This is just a false proposition.

"It's really new. I felt that Fairy Yao was injured by the young and innocent Taoist man ten years ago? No wonder I was so depressed for more than ten years that I thought Fairy Yao was dead."

Yao Ningzhi was furious, Yun Xiu made a move, Bing Feng flapped his wings, "Bastard!"

Gu Haifeng wanted such an opportunity. Yao Ningzhi kept fighting and retreating with them. Although they were still the best in this way, it was obviously a waste of time. If others rushed over and joined forces, it would be unfavorable to them, so they needed to cut it quickly.

"I'm waiting!"

Thousands of sword energy gathered into one, and a huge dark heavy sword condensed behind Gu Haifeng.

"Taste the [Sword Opening Heaven Gate] of my Jian Pavilion!"

Yao Ningzhi's white clothes were flying, his eyes were slightly solemn, and he rushed to the black heavy sword.

Gu Haifeng sneered: "Do you still dare to take it head-on? You really don't know how to live or die!"

Yao Ningzhi is not unable to do anything, she can also avoid this position. However, if she stands up with this sword, Wuyou Tree and Shu Tai's bastard will become the soul of the sword. There is no way, so she can only take it head-on.

The Mo Yun Bingfeng collided with the heavy sword with a long-formed momentum.

Gu Haifeng sneered: "Haha, Ice Phoenix, but that's it!"

laugh!

The sword fell back, and Bingfeng screamed.

Yao Ningzhi spurted out a mouthful of blood and was seriously injured by a sword.

A cold light surged in Gu Haifeng's eyes, "Don't hand it over?"

Yao Ningzhi held Wuyou Fruit in his hand and sneered: "Even if this fruit is destroyed, I will not give it to you!"

"Stinky lady, you dare!" Gu Haifeng looked at Yao Ningzhi's posture of slapping the psychic fruit into the ground, and was immediately furious and swung the heavy sword down.

Yao Ningzhi's pupils shrank, and he looked at the ancient sword coming from the sky. He would rather break the jade than the tiles, and he would crush the fruit without worries in his hand.

Bang!

The heavy sword stopped in the air.

Gu Haifeng's pupils shrank, and he looked at the man who was catching the sword with his naked upper body and one-handed tiger's mouth. He was shocked. There was even a man with Mo Yun's sword who caught the sword with his naked hands?

Zhong Yue's eyes were cold, "You are the one who talked a lot before?"
Chapter completed!