Chapter 1247
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"boom!"
The world overturned, what kind of terrifying scene, no one knew before.
However, at this moment, everyone has really seen what it means to overthrow the world!
this moment.
Within a thousand miles of Tatian City, the world was completely transformed into a spiritual storm.
The void completely collapsed, turning into a terrifying chaotic turbulence, only the vast ocean of spiritual energy raging in the sky!
Any martial artist under the might of a saint, not to mention standing in it, will be crushed to pieces just by rubbing the edges!
Even the Saint Grade Formation engraved on Tatian City shattered in a crackling sound.
All the holy sons of the Heaven-Treading Sect were affected by the shock force and fell into a coma on the spot.
"Stop going crazy!"
The sage Tatian's eyes sank, and he burst into a drink.
He held a pure white writing brush in his hand, which seemed to be made of flawless white jade, and contained an infinite aura of awe.
A Confucian scholar with a high crown and a rich belt is reciting poems and books with great talent!
Confucian pen, a holy weapon held by the sage who stepped on the sky.
As soon as this Confucian pen appeared, the entire Tatian City seemed to be enveloped by literary energy. Countless Confucian scholars recited it loudly, and finally turned into thunder, shaking the void.
What's more, there are sapphire-like characters, emerging from the literary spirit, the pen is like a dragon and a snake, blooming with infinite fluorescent light, like a small world in a square!
"town!"
Holding a Confucian brush, the sage Tatian drew in the sky and wrote the word "town".
As soon as the word town came out, the void sank, as if it contained infinite suppressive power, which slowed down the speed of the spiritual flow, and even solidified it!
However, just relying on the word "Zhen" cannot resist the spiritual storm.
The sage Tatian's face remained unchanged, and his pen was like a silver hook, and he wrote down big words one after another.
After writing 18 town characters in a row, and with the assistance of the Lengyue sage, he managed to barely block the storm of aura that poured down the sky.
"call!"
Seeing this scene, Tatian Shengren breathed a sigh of relief.
However, his heart was extremely heavy, Otsutsuki Yuyi was far stronger than he imagined!
Just to resist the strength of the opponent's step, he and the Lengyue saint were exhausted. The opponent's cultivation was far superior to them.
"Damn it, the Taibai sword master of Yijian Palace may not have such a cultivation level!
Where did Buluo Dynasty find the strong man? "
A shadow flashed in the eyes of the Tatian sage, and he was secretly horrified.
He originally thought that the Datongmu Yuyi was comparable to the cultivation base of the third level of the saint, and at most it was no more than the peak of the third level of the saint, so that he could easily kill the saint of Lieyang.
However, he is not afraid, since he has also stepped into the third level of saintly cultivation, coupled with Confucian scholar pen and cold moon saint, he may not be weaker than the other party.
Defeating or repelling the opponent should not be a problem.
However, the reality undoubtedly gave him a big slap!
Even if the opponent hits at will, they need to use all their means to resist it.
This level of cultivation is at least above the fourth level of the Saint Realm!
"Hmph, so what if you have a fourth-level cultivation of Saint Realm, this is the Heaven-Treading Sect, and it's not a place where anyone can run wild!"
The sage Tatian's eyes turned cold, but he didn't show any fear.
"Stepping on the Temple of Heaven!"
Tatian sage gave a soft drink.
"boom!"
Everyone saw a long and narrow crack suddenly opening in the sky.
In the cracks, bright thunders gathered one after another, tumbling and jumping.
And amidst the boundless thunder, an ancient palace slowly floated out of it!