Chapter 517: One versus Four, Zhuang Ya's Test, Hongmeng Purple Qi Jue?

The person who took action was the silent Zhuang Ya. Two talents, one black and one white, were intertwined from his hand, turning into yin and yang gossip and flowing in his palm.

"This is the eclipse of Taoism, so be careful."

The eight-character Hu Wenhao recognized the moves performed by Zhuang Ya, and when he was about to counterattack, the Yin and Yang Bagua flew out from Zhuang Ya's palm, as if the world had just opened, and everything in the world was under this black and white light. It lost its original color, lost its brilliance, and became as dark as ink.

"Certainly."

After Zhuang Ya's words fell, the movements in the hands of the four literary giants stopped instantly. They tried hard to stimulate their talents, but they were like mud cows sinking into the sea, and never returned.

"We have no intention of killing, but if the four of you really don't care about your life, then don't blame us for being heartless."

Zhuang Ya said, he formed a hand seal, and then walked forward slowly, countless black and white sword energy flew out from the hand seal he had formed, and then floated around him.

"If Taoist disciples are not the most particular about being at ease and doing nothing, why would they get involved in this worldly world?"

The elderly literary man raised his cane and struck the ground violently. Purple talent burst out from his cane, breaking the shackles of the eclipse of heaven and earth.

"Taoist disciples pay attention to doing what they want. Most Taoist disciples like to be pure, so they don't want to come into contact with the world. However, this does not mean that we completely cut off contact with the world."

After that, Zhuang Ya flicked his fingers, and the black and white sword energy instantly divided into two waves, slashing at the four people respectively.

"Mr. Wang, we can't help but it will take some time to break the eclipse of the world." Seeing the crisis coming, the mustached writer immediately spoke to the elderly writer.

"I know."

The old writer nodded and drew a circle in the air with his crutch. Purple talent burst out from his crutch, intersecting with Zhuang Ya's black and white sword energy in the air.

"boom."

The two talents offset each other, like two torrents suddenly colliding. For a moment, they were radiant, like the sun rising, shining so brightly that the whole world lost its color. Countless debris flew in the light, scattering away like dust swept by a strong wind.

At this time, Gao Chuqi, who was behind Ci Song, raised his hand and waved, and an invisible force instantly resolved the aftermath coming towards Ci Song. The aftermath seemed to be gently brushed away by an invisible hand and instantly dissipated in the air. But the carriage was unharmed under this force, and even the horses were not frightened and still pulled the carriage steadily. It was as if the aftermath had never existed, everything seemed so calm and natural.

Under the influence of the eclipse of heaven and earth, the movements of several people became extremely slow, as if they had been stretched by time. They struggled to get up, but every effort seemed so weak. Their expressions were full of fear and despair. They really did not expect that besides Ci Qibai, there were also such powerful writers in the Ci Family General's Mansion.

"To have such strength at such a young age, even among Taoists, it is a top-notch existence."

The aura of the twilight literary giant rose again, and the cane in his hand suddenly raised, and countless purple talents burst out from his cane, sweeping the entire sky.

"When Yin and Yang are separated, the world turns upside down."

Just eight words seem to contain boundless power. As the eight characters fell, the whole world seemed to be turned upside down.

The black and white sword energy surrounding Zhuang Ya's body seemed to be attacked by violent wind and rain at this moment, constantly disintegrating and dissipating. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, forming invisible cracks and emitting a harsh scream.

At this moment when the world was turned upside down, purple energy poured down like a waterfall, dyeing the entire space a mysterious purple. Under the illumination of this purple gas, the light became abnormally refracted, as if reflected by countless mirrors, forming brilliant beams of light that illuminated this inverted world.

The surrounding scenery also became distorted and strange at this moment. The mountains, rivers and rivers seemed to be pulled by a huge force and began to turn upside down and rotate. Plants, trees, mountains and rocks are flying and drifting in the air, as if you are in a chaotic and undivided world.

"This is the Yin Yang family's magic technique, the Hongmeng Purple Qi Jue?!"

Ci Song recognized at a glance that the techniques used by the late literary giant came from the Yin Yang family.

"All the laws in the world, no matter how small, can be used for me."

The twilight writer holds a crutch in his hand, and the purple talent bursting out from the crutch continues to sweep across the entire world. As the yin and yang reverse, the purple talent gradually turns into the original chaotic color of the world.

"No wonder I feel so familiar with this person's aura."

Shang Han crossed his arms, still looking extremely indifferent, with no intention of taking action at all.

Gao Chuqi also looked disdainful, "Hongmeng Purple Qi? It's just an exaggeration. It's just a simulation of yin and yang qi combined into one. Returning Hongmeng Purple Qi sounds nice."

"Withered trees come back to life, and everything comes back to life. Broken!"

Zhuang Ya stood between the twisted heaven and earth, facing the chaos and confusion without any trace of panic. He combined his hands and made a secret with his hands. The black and white energy surged out from his palms and slowly merged. A majestic and ancient vitality was quietly bred in it. The black and white energy intertwined into a mysterious pattern, like the trajectory of stars in the universe, and like the intersection of yin and yang between heaven and earth. The originally inverted heaven and earth instantly returned to normal under the impact of this force.

The sky returned to its original blue, the earth returned to its calm weight, and everything seemed to be glowing with new vitality at this moment.

"The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, and everything begins. The universe is ancient, and the heaven and the earth are formed."

Zhuang Ya said, waving his arm violently, and the originally reversed world instantly returned to normal, and the purple talent in the sky also disappeared quickly at this moment, as if it was split by a sharp axe.

"This..."

The sky and the earth changed color, but returned to normal in an instant, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Hongmeng Purple Qi Jue, unworthy of the name Hongmeng."

"Shangqing Thunder Method."

Zhuang Ya whispered to himself, and strands of blue lightning surrounded his fingertips. Countless lightning forces rushed in, and the raging lightning formed a dense electric net, covering the old literary giant.

"The power of thunder punishment, destroy!"

The power of lightning and thunder erupted instantly, like a judgment from the fairy world, and the lightning and thunder swept in like a silver snake, frantically biting and devouring the purple talent on the old literary giant.

"Mr. Wang, we will help you."

Seeing this, the other three literary giants who broke free from the restraints released their own talents one after another, and entangled with Zhuang Ya's lightning power. Intertwined with Zhuang Ya's lightning power, the four of them worked together to resist the thunder magic released by Zhuang Ya.

Just as the five people were in a stalemate, Ci Song's voice suddenly reached the ears of everyone present, "Uncles, Ci Song is a little tired of seeing you, I want to see Yao'er earlier."

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