Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

"There is someone in this world who can control people and monsters together," Gong Yilin looked sideways at him, "Is it possible?"

Qinghe: "It only needs to be strong enough."

Gongyilin said with a smile: "We still need enough performance art."

He pointed to the corpse of the white-clothed monk on the ground, "It's not difficult to manipulate the ghost beast, but as long as you have more power than it, manipulating people's hearts is challenging enough. To be able to participate in the competition of "Climbing the Immortal Ladder" back then is undoubtedly the pride of heaven, Such people often have superior minds and extraordinary perseverance.”

"He said that he has experienced decades of darkness. You know, if there is always darkness in this world without any disturbance, it is no different from death. Presumably someone has already made up his mind and waited until his spirit gradually collapsed. Speak to seduce."

"All of this needs a proper timing. It can't be too early or too late. If it's too early, it will arouse the opponent's mentality of resistance. If it's too late, if the mind collapses, the pawn will become a puppet."

Qinghe suddenly became curious, "If you were trapped here, how would you choose?"

Gongyilin answered unambiguously, "Take a few bigu pills, knock yourself out, wait for seven or eighty years, and wake up naturally, and do harm to the common people."

The air was silent for three seconds.

"What's your expression?" Gong Yilin narrowed his eyes, with a somewhat dangerous expression.

"It's nothing." Qinghe turned his head to one side, refusing to comment.

Sure enough, it is completely impossible to imagine Gongyilin as a weak lamb and others to save him.

"Have you figured it out?" Gong Yilin looked sideways.

Qinghe, "What are you referring to?"

"Of course it's a way to get us out," Gongyilin spread his hands, "I guess you can always think of a way."

"Yes." Qinghe replied affirmatively, "but it's very troublesome."

In the final analysis, this is a separate space, composed of countless particles, the richness of the aura has reached a unique balance point, as long as the barriers are broken layer by layer, and the aura between heaven and earth is scattered, this particle world will naturally collapse .

The simplest and crudest method requires absolute strength, and once used, the consumption will be very high.Even he couldn't recover for a while.

"Brute force is the last method we use when we cannot retreat." Gong Yilin smiled and shook his head.

Qinghe glanced at Gongyilin indifferently, seeing that the other party looked at ease, he understood that he had some calculations in his heart, it was nothing more than his personality, and he wanted to show off.

I saw a strange smile on Gongyilin's face. If anyone else was present, they would feel that this smile made people feel chills. Covering up, anyone looks extremely scary.

As the smile widened, his eyes became colder and colder. A crimson light slowly spread from his chest, his slender fingers stretched into his arms, and a long and thin pen appeared out of nowhere.

Qinghe's pupils shrank slightly. This was the third time he saw this pen. The first two times he only saw a faint afterimage. There is no mark of Qinglian on the barrel of the pen.

Following Gongyilin's swipe in the air, a Milky Way suddenly appeared in the sky. Countless star spots shone as the brush passed by, and each piece of dazzling star spots exploded, so beautiful that people dare not look directly at it.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there is an unwritten rule that the more powerful the spell, the closer it is to simplicity. If you have thousands of swords, I have a sword in my heart. If you forge your body and make your body holy, I only have one punch. The ghost marveled.

Simplify the complex, return ninety-nine to one.

And Gongyilin's moves are always fancy and full of tricks, this one is even more gorgeous to the extreme, even the most secretive demon sects in the world of cultivating immortals don't have such coquettish moves.

First they explode one by one, and when the star spots are completely broken and the end of the galaxy begins, the whole bond twists and turns, Qinghe pulls Gongyilin back a step, he can feel the riot of energy hidden under this galaxy, although it is huge , but it is extremely unstable, and there is always the danger of explosion.

Gongyilin understands the things he created better than anyone else, "It's a pity that I can only use it, but I can't control it." He smiled at Qinghe: "This move will cause large-scale disasters if you are not careful. Destruction, I can't control its power now, although I can't use it in battle with people, but it is perfect for breaking the sky."

While he was speaking, a shocking roar resounded through the sky, and when he looked up, he saw a galaxy that had turned into a runaway silver dragon, emitting crackling roars all over its body. Every inch its body moved, the entire sky shook. Gradually, A crack broke out in the sky, and the silver dragon raised its head to the sky and let out a long roar, and thrust its head into it forcefully, as if it wanted to die with the sky.

"It's now." Gongyilin's eyes darkened, and he pulled Qinghe into the edge of the crack.

The sky is so high, I don't know how many thousand feet, even if it looks like a small crack, it is dark when entering, like entering a terrifying black silkworm chrysalis, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Gongyilin shook his arm, silently put away his pen, lowered his head with a humble look, "I'll leave the rest to you."

Qinghe looked at the impenetrable black hole in front of him, and then at Gongyilin who shrank behind him, and couldn't help but sigh. Sure enough, expecting Gongyilin to do a good job is even more difficult than becoming an immortal.

He turned his head slightly, and glanced at Gong Yilin, who pretended not to see, turned his face to one side as if nothing had happened, and muttered something in his mouth.

Qinghe shook his head, turned into Kunpeng's body, and carried Gongyilin, like a flash of lightning, piercing the entire night sky...

Indeed, returning to the secret realm again, Gong Yilin didn't feel any joy, and the smell of blood in the air made people feel not so happy.

"I'm afraid I missed it."

When they heard the sound of fighting in the environment, they thought they could catch up and see which two teams were fighting, but it turned out that there was nothing surprising except for the corpses and broken weapons.

Gong Yilin made a detour from one side, walked a few steps and turned around and asked, "Not together?"

Qinghe: "I thought you would investigate."

"Forget it," Gongyilin's eyes flickered, "People die all the time in this secret realm, and it takes too much time to think about it one by one."

Qinghe stared at him steadfastly. The change in Gongyilin's attitude began when he left the secret realm. Before he saw casualties, he always traced back to the source, but now he seems to be in a hurry to do something.Although he was a bit hesitant, he didn't ask. Everyone has their own secrets, and he had a feeling that Gong Yilin didn't intend to hide it from him, as if even he himself had some guesses, but there was still something missing. Some key things to prove.

"I don't know where Ning Qing and the others are at present?" Gong Yilin searched the area of ​​sight, but found no signs of life.

"With the Emperor Yu here, she should be fine." Qinghe's tone was indifferent, as if he didn't care much.

Gong Yilin suddenly leaned over, as if his body had lost its support, he leaned directly towards Qing He, Qing He helped his shoulders, the position of the two was just right, and he could touch the skin of the other's face with his lips lowered.

Qinghe, "What are you doing?"

Gongyilin: "Seduce you."

Qinghe helped him up, Gongyilin squinted his eyes and said: "Why, you can't wait to set me upright?"

Not to talk to him quickly, Qinghe's pace moved slightly, away from Gongyilin's harassment range.

The molestation plan failed, and Gong Yilin was not upset, he took out a table, a small flag, and a small bench from the storage bag, found a place near the tree, arranged the things, and sat on the stool On the face, the demeanor is extremely serious.

The forward and backward movements are done in one go, and you are very familiar with it. Obviously, you have done it countless times.

And a small flag next to him was planted on the ground, with the words 'fortune-telling' written on it.

Qinghe frowned, "What do you want to do?"

Gong Yilin pointed to the small flag, "It's written on it."

Qinghe, "With a radius of ten miles, there is no one else but us."

Gong Yilin yawned, "Don't worry, I will find a way to bring them together."

Qing He, "And then?"

"Of course I want to..." Gong Yilin wiped his neck, "It's all over." Then he waved his hand again, "It's a pity that there are so many masters here, but we can find another way."

He blinked at Qinghe and said, "You will be my accomplice, right?"

Qinghe, "bystander."

Gong Yilin spread his hands and didn't take it seriously, "It's up to you."