"Treasure of the Immortal Tomb?" The young man seemed to think of some painful memories, his brows suddenly frowned, and his eyes were full of hostility.

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

There are dozens of brushes on the desk.

The boy took a look and picked one of the purple jade dragon-carved brushes.

After dipping ink, the boy's eyes were full of oppression and his face was extremely gloomy. The brush in his hand started writing on the rice paper that had been laid out.

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

"call!"

A whirlwind suddenly blew up in the room, and the whirlwind swept every corner of the house. A large number of books were blown by the wind and kept slitting the pages, and some small objects were blown around by the whirlwind. But what's strange is that the whirlwinds often bypassed oil lamps. Under the strong wind, the oil lamp flames remained.

The boy himself did not exude a trace of momentum, but what caused the wind in the house was the words written by the boy. It was just the first word he wrote, "Zhen".

If a practitioner who practices "character" as a practitioner will be shocked, because the young man's calligraphy has reached the state of "brushing and storm". That is an extremely high level of calligraphy, and many practitioners may not be able to reach it throughout their lives. And this young man seems to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.

The pen is shocking! The young man's character comes from his calligraphy attainments in his previous life and has nothing to do with cultivation. The word "Zhen" can be an example for countless calligraphers in the world, and this character has an emperor's domineering aura, which is intimidating.

The word Zhen occupied half a piece of rice paper, and on the other side, the boy wrote another word.

male!

Zhen Xiong!

When each stroke falls, the bigger the whirlwind will be. When the last stroke of the word "Xiong" falls, the purple jade brush in hand suddenly makes a crisp sound.

"Click!"

A little crack appeared in the purple jade brush.

Crack Crack Crack Crack!

There are more and more cracks.

"Bang!"

The purple jade brush turned into a handful of pieces, and was blown away by a whirlwind around. Two words were written and the pen was broken. If the practitioner who practiced "character" as a practitioner, he would not know whether to sigh that the young man's calligraphy was well written, or he would regret that the brush quality was too poor.

As the two words were finished, a whirlwind whistled around, hovering on the rice paper, and rushed straight into the two words.

Looking at the two black words, it seemed like seeing the abyss hell, full of resentment and anger, and a lot of negative emotions were written into these two words by the boy.

"Bang!"

The whirlwind was sucked into it, and a large amount of black gas suddenly emerged from the two words. The black gas circled over the rice paper, gradually condensing a black demon head.

"Ah, gaga, gaga, gaga!"

The devil's head has two horns, eyes are like an abyss, teeth are like jagged teeth, evil, gloomy, arrogant and crazy laugh.

The boy stared at the black gas from beginning to end.

"The word I can't break through for a thousand years has actually been broken through because of you 'Zhen Xiong'? The pen shows its atmosphere?" The young man stared at the demon's avatar and said.

Looking at the demon head written by his negative emotions, the boy's eyes remained unabated, and even his eyes gradually turned red.

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

"Zhen Rou is so kind, you are not worthy of being his father. The immortal sword opened in the tomb of the immortal. Although it is powerful, I have not taken a fancy to it. I have my own sword of the emperor. Just for a fairy sword, you poison your biological daughter? Zhen Xiong? Hahahaha, you are waiting, I am alive again. I will definitely cut you off and see what color your heart is, and avenge Rou'er!"

The boy's eyes were full of vicious aura, and the fierce aura was circulating directly with the demon's head. The fierce aura was several times stronger than the demon's, and he turned the demon's head back between the two words.

A layer of black air was shrouded on the rice paper.

The cheapest piece of rice paper must be priceless after writing these two words, but the young man picked up the rice paper and reached the oil lamp.

"call!"

Rice paper burns constantly.

"Ah!" "Give me aside!" "Ah!"

...

The demon screamed in the rice paper, but the boy's eyes were cold. He let a piece of rice paper turn into ashes.

"Zhen Xiong?" The young man said this name fiercely again.

After calming down, the boy began to feel the situation around him. He closed his eyes slightly, and then raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It is necessary to use the realm of an immortal to display it. It is true. I was not yet immortal and was about to die, so I had to give it a try. If it weren't for the nine-star pearls and the sky gate opened this time, my will might have been trapped in my body in this life forever, and finally came out. I wonder if my body in my previous life was still lying in that coffin. I will go back in the future!" The young man sighed slightly.

Taking a deep breath, the boy slowly walked towards the Zhushe Gate.

"Cruff!"

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

(To be continued)
Chapter completed!