Chapter 1470 The God of Heavenly Hands the Writing Order

Looking at the nearly thousands of sharp figures flying out of the Qiankun teleportation array above the sky, Tianxuan Peak and even everyone in the entire Holy Sect showed a strong solemn look.

People from the Divine Realm did not expect it to come so quickly?

There was no time for everyone to prepare.

"That's?"

A deep sense of surprise surged from the face of Qi Chuanyang, the owner of Jiuxiao Pavilion, and the tone of his speech was a little complicated.

The leader of the Huantian Sect, Liu Wuyou, the leader of the Emperor Xinghu clan, Di Qingliu, the Holy Beast Clan, etc., etc., there were also unconcealed surprise in the eyes of many strong people.

They saw that their eyes were actually gathered on the person in the sky.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a gorgeous black robe and exuding a surging momentum all over his body. He had a square face and wide mouth, a sword-browed eyebrows and an eagle-eyed look, and his eyebrows showed a transcendent heroic spirit.

"That's..." Qing En, the Supreme Elder of the Holy Sect, clenched his fists and uttered a few words heavily and clearly.

"Saintly Saint of the Starry Sky, Murong Ding!"

"Boom!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in Tianxuan Peak Square was filled with a great uproar.

"It's really a starry sky saint. I didn't expect that he actually defected to the Divine Realm."

"Thinking back then, that was also a famous big shot! Unexpectedly, haha..."

A contemptuous and sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Di Qingliu's mouth.

The Starry Sky Saint, Murong Ding?

Han Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, his handsome face became more and more determined, and his pupils were shining with a dazzling light like stars.

In a blink of an eye, nearly a thousand sharp figures comparable to those of heavenly soldiers and generals arrived above Tianxuan Peak.

Everyone was covered with silver armor, holding a cold gun in their palms, and their cold and solemn aura made people look like they wanted. Especially on each of their faces, they were filled with a look of pride and contempt.

"Wow..."

Suddenly, the man in black robe raised his hand and waved his hand.

A golden light flew out from his palm. As he moved, the light expanded rapidly and instantly turned into a giant stone tablet hundreds of feet high.

The stone tablets are covered with exquisite and complex gorgeous divine patterns.

It directly set off a majestic momentum and suppressed it towards Tianxuan Peak like a sacred mountain.

Everyone in the square changed their faces and they hurriedly retreated to the rear.

"Bang!"

The golden divine monument fell heavily in the center of the square, and the entire Tianxuan Peak was shaking violently. Countless deep cracks spread from the bottom of the divine monument toward all directions.

A circle of powerful waves swept out, and countless people around were shocked to retreat.

Looking at the panic of everyone below, everyone in the Divine Realm standing proudly in the sky showed contemptuous sneering.

The man in black robe raised his hands lightly and looked down at the people in front of him from a high place.

"There are many familiar faces..."

The indifferent tone reveals an extremely proud meaning.

Liu Wuyou, the leader of the Huantian Sect, stepped forward a few steps and said coldly, "Hmph, I didn't expect that Senior Murong, who I always admired back then, would one day become a lackey in the divine realm. I was really blind back then."

Others around them also frowned and couldn't help but be moved.

Murong Ding smiled slightly, but he didn't look angry at all.

"Are you Wuyou? Haha, you haven't seen each other for so many years, and you have grown to this point, which is great..."

"Hmph, no matter how bad I am, I am better than you, a lackey."

Liu Wuyou usually talks very little, and he doesn't even say anything when he scolds people.

However, Liu Wuyou was so abnormal that it showed her anger at this moment.

"Senior Murong..."

Emperor Qingliu, the leader of the Emperor Xinghu clan, stepped forward, clasped his fists and said, "Today, I, Emperor Qingliu, once again honored you as 'Senior'. Back then, anyone who mentioned the four words 'Saint of Starry Sky' would give him a thumbs up and call him a hero. I never thought that you would surrender to the divine realm."

Facing the pair of incomprehensible angry eyes ahead.

Murong Ding disagreed at all, "People go to high places and water flows to low places. This saint does not feel that they are wrong. What's more, what's the right to preach to this saint?"

"Boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a surging super momentum was immediately released from Murong Ding's body.

The thick pressure like a vast ocean surged towards the people below, and the faces of everyone in the audience changed.

Demigod?

Murong Ding actually jumped into the demigod realm?

There was a solemn expression on countless people's faces. But everyone present in the square could not find anyone who could compete with Murong Ding.

"hehe……"

Murong Ding seemed very satisfied with the expressions revealed by everyone in front of him, "I am not here to reminisce about the past with you today. Next, let's take a look at who is selected on the God's pen order!"

Everyone was shocked and clenched their fists unconsciously.

"Boom!"

Murong Ding looked up and shot a white light at the Hundred-Zhang Divine Monument standing in the center of the square.

The next moment, the Hundred-Zhou Divine Monument burst out with a particularly dazzling light.

The secret record of the divine pattern on the divine monument flashed like silver light with dazzling holy rays. The unshakable and majestic aura filled the audience, as if an invisible palm strangled everyone's hearts, and it was a little difficult to breathe.

Immediately, countless pairs of eyes filled with nervous and cautious gazes in the audience.

On the surface of the divine monument, a series of lists appeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everyone's pupils suddenly shrank and their faces changed again and again.

Soon, nearly a hundred names appeared on the divine monument.

The lives of all the famous powerful men such as Di Qingliu, Qi Chuanyang, Liu Wuyou, Pu Canghun, Black Demon King... are among them.

The god holds the pen order.

What's in it is something that makes people feel scary.

Just as Chu Lige and Pu Miling expected before, the name Han Chen did not appear on the divine monument.

Perhaps because Han Chen's fame is still short, it has not been noticed by the Divine Realm for the time being.

But even so, what made Han Chen difficult to calm down was that Yu Fenglan's name appeared on the divine monument, and it was actually ranked first.

Hanchen didn't know what that meant?

But the cold frost directly spread across Han Chen's entire face.

...

"Congratulations to you for becoming a member of the 'God's Pen Order'."

Murong Ding's face was full of playful and frivolous smiles. He raised his hands lightly and said with interest, "Then the next time is the time for you to choose. Those who are willing to sign a contract to become a 'God servant', please come forward and blend with the divine monument with a drop of essence and blood. If you don't want to..."

"call out!"

Before he finished speaking, several silver-armored warriors behind Murong Ding followed and flew forward.

A cold momentum emanated from their bodies, and the cold gun flashed with a sharp edge. The solemn aura like an ice cone poured into the bone marrow, which was frightening.

The silver-armored warriors who came out all had super-strong cultivation levels at the ninth level of the Holy Realm.

Even Di Qingliu, Pu Canghun, Qi Chuanyang and others also secretly changed their colors.

The momentum of the All-Race Alliance was oppressed continuously, and everyone felt like fish and meat at the slaughter of others, and they could not even raise the will to resist.

"Then, let's start with the first one!" Murong Ding chuckled indifferently and said.

Immediately, everyone's eyes fell on Yu Fenglan.

There were worries, sympathy, and powerlessness in everyone's eyes...

However, Yu Fenglan was very calm, with her beautiful and exquisite face that was fascinating and beautiful, and could not see any emotional fluctuations.

Yu Fenglan raised his phoenix eyes lightly, and didn't even look at the divine monument more, and opened his red lips lightly, "I refuse..."

Before the word "rejection" was finished, a young figure suddenly stood in front of her.

Everyone present was stunned.

Yu Fenglan was also stunned. Looking at the not-so-high shoulder in front of her, there were soft ripples in her beautiful eyes.

"Let me do it!" Han Chen said sideways to Yu Fenglan behind him.

"you……"
To be continued...