The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

Unfortunately, before dawn, a group of fighting soldiers did not notice a trace of the distant high in the sky.

Inside the house.

The green light gradually converged into the boy's body, and the boy's eyes opened suddenly.

"call!"

Two beams of light shot out from the boy's eyes, and his eyes flashed with hostility, as if a gust of wind blew around him.

However, the boy quickly adapted to the environment, and the aura radiating from his body slowly converged into his body.

The boy's eyes were embarrassed, wise, and full of vicissitudes, which is not what a 17 or 18 year old boy should have.

Not far from the head of the bed is a mirror.

The boy walked slowly to the mirror. Stretched out his arms, looked at his hands, and touched his face in the mirror.

"It's exactly the same, so it looks exactly the same as in the previous life!" The boy sighed with squinting eyes.

After speaking, the boy opened his left sleeve, and on his wrist, there was a birthmark like a seed. His right **** gently stroked the birthmark for a while, and the boy's eyes narrowed slightly: "'Urture of fate"?? It's not in vain that I opened the tomb of the immortal with all my strength, and the tomb of the immortal left behind. The secret method is really amazing!"

"The treasure of the fairy tomb?" The young man seemed to think of some painful memory, his brows suddenly frowned, and his eyes shot out with hostility.

Looking at the study, the boy walked to the desk.

On the desk, there are dozens of brushes.

The boy glanced slightly, and picked one of the brushes of a purple jade dragon.

Stained with ink, the boy's eyes were full of viciousness and his face was extremely gloomy. I wrote on the originally laid rice paper with a brush in my hand.

The young man’s eyes were full of hatred and rage, but his hands were as steady as a mountain, writing stroke by stroke.

"call!"

In the room, a whirlwind suddenly blew up, and the whirlwind quickly swept across every corner of the room. A large number of books were constantly flipped by the wind, and some small objects were hit by the whirlwind. But the weird thing is that this whirlwind always bypasses the oil lamps, and under the strong wind, the oil lamps still flame.

The young man himself did not exude a trace of aura, but it was the characters written by the young man that caused the gust of wind in the house. Just the first word "Zhen" written down.

If a cultivator who is cultivating "characters" sees it, he must be shocked and inexplicable, because the juvenile's writing has actually reached the state of "brilliant writing". That is an extremely high state of calligraphy, and many practitioners may not be able to achieve it in their entire lives. And this young man seemed to be only 17 or 18 years old.

The pen is shocking! The character of the young man comes from the calligraphy attainments of the previous life and has nothing to do with the cultivation base. The character ‘Zhen’ can be an example for countless calligraphers in the world, and there is an emperor’s domineering in this character, which is daunting.

A word Zhen occupies half of the rice paper, and on the other side, the boy wrote another word.

male!

Zhen Xiong!

With each stroke falling, the surrounding whirlwind grew bigger and bigger, and when the last stroke of the male character fell, the purple jade brush in hand suddenly made a crisp sound.

"Crack!"

A crack appeared in the purple jade brush.

Click! Click!

More and more cracks.

"Boom!"

The purple jade brush turned into a handful of scraps, and was blown away by the surrounding whirlwind, writing two characters, breaking the pen. If you let the practitioners who practice ‘characters’ see, they don’t know whether they should sigh the juvenile handwriting well, or regret the poor quality of the brush.

When the two characters were written, a whirlwind came from all around, hovering over the rice paper, and went straight into the two characters.

Looking at the two black words as if seeing the abyss of hell, full of resentment and anger, a lot of negative emotions were written into these two words by the teenager.

"Boom!"

The whirlwind was inhaled, and a large amount of black air suddenly emerged from the two characters. The black air hovered over the rice paper, gradually condensing a black demon head.

"Ah quack quack!"

The head of the demon, with double horns, eyes like an abyss, teeth like jagged, evil, gloomy, arrogant laughter.

The young man stared at this black air from beginning to end.

"I can't break through the word for thousands of years, but because of you "Zhen Xiong"? The pen shows the atmosphere?" The boy stared at the devil's head and said with a grudge.

Looking at the devil's head written by his own negative emotions, the hatred in the boy's eyes remained unabated, and even his eyes gradually turned red with hatred.

"Zhen Rou is my queen, and you are Zhen Rou's father. How can you be such a cruel father in the world? For that fairy sword, you did not hesitate to deceive Zhen Rou and let her take the poison to eat with me. I can She insisted on not dying for ten days, but Zhen Rou died suddenly on the spot, so cruel and vicious father."

"Zhen Rou is so kind, you are not worthy of being his father. The fairy sword from the tomb of the fairy is powerful, but I didn't take it. I have my own sword of the emperor. Just for a fairy sword, you will poison your own life. Daughter? Zhen Xiong? Hahahaha, you are waiting, I am alive again, I will definitely cut your heart out to see what color your heart is, and avenge Rou'er!"

The youth's eyes were full of hostility, and the fierce aura was close to the devil's head. The fierce aura was several times stronger than that of the devil, and the devil's head was forced back to between two characters.

On the rice paper, there is a layer of black air.

A piece of the cheapest rice paper, after writing these two words, must be invaluable, but the boy picked up the rice paper and stretched it to the oil lamp.

"call!"

The rice paper keeps burning.

"Ah!" "Spare me!" "Ah!"………………

The devil screamed repeatedly in the rice paper, but the boy's eyes were cold. Let a piece of rice paper turn into ashes.

"Zhen Xiong?" The boy said the name fiercely again.

After calming down, the teenager began to feel the surrounding situation. He closed his eyes slightly, then raised his brow slightly.

"Using fate to derive, you need the realm of immortals to be able to use it. As expected, I hadn't become an immortal before, and my death was imminent, so I had to let go. If it weren't for this nine-star connection and the heavenly gate opened, my will might be trapped forever. The flesh body of this life has finally come out. I don't know if the flesh body of the previous life is still lying in the coffin. In the future, I will go back!" The young man sighed slightly.

Taking a deep breath, the boy slowly walked towards the gate of the bamboo house.

"Crack!"

The door of the bamboo house was opened by the boy!

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