It was obviously morning, where did the darkness come from?

Immediately afterwards, he saw an eye full of vortex arise in the void, hanging high in the darkness, looking at him without emotion.

The moment it contacted the vortex pupil...

The Book Saint felt like he had fallen into an abyss.

Invisible.

Can't hear it.

Don't know the warmth and coldness.

Don't know the taste.

Can't feel it.

All five senses are lost!!

Xia Ji was wearing a Bull Demon mask and looked at the ink-colored words flying out of the scroll, as if a machine gun was shooting. The force was really not small, but the accuracy was not good, and he shot it crookedly, shooting the entire hut into a mess.

The morning light shot through these small holes, but it could not enter the darkness of the house.

The Shusheng seemed to be drunk, twisting and flew away suddenly, but he hit the ground and screamed.

After flying again, he flew in the right direction and flew obliquely outside the house.

However, when he flew to the wall, Xia Ji flashed and waited there early. He slapped out a halberd and knocked the immortal unconscious.

"The immortal doesn't seem to be very strong either. As expected, they all rely on magic weapons, right?"

Xia Ji muttered, glanced at the brush that was stuck to the ground and the ink treasure that was with the Saint of Books.

He pondered for a moment and murmured softly: "I don't know if the divine puppet is useful for the immortals... Let's try it first."

He walked to the six or seven-year-old boy and used the secret method of the magic puppet. Strands of black air surged out from his condensed white cloud body and gathered on the fingertips of his fingertips. The boy's eyebrows were wrapped around the book Saint like a spider web. When it was evenly shaped, he lifted his fingers and wrapped them tightly.

The sleeping saint seemed to have a premonition that he had suffered miserable treatment, and his whole body trembled.

He is dreaming.

A nightmare.

Since becoming an immortal, I have not had such a dream for hundreds of years.

In the dream...

A terrible cow followed him.

And he was like a child who knew how to do martial arts, running desperately in the barren mountains and rivers, panting and his heartbeat was faster.

It took a long time.

"You're awake."

The Book Saint was clearly closing his eyes, but a nightmare sound came from his ears. He turned over and said hurriedly, "No matter who you are, this is my Jiufeng monk realm, and I am the Book Saint, one of the seven little venerables in the little fairy world. Your Excellency...Your..."

His voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke, and he had obviously noticed the existence of the "Divine Puppet".

The next moment, he saw the weird man wearing a bull demon mask leaning his head against the beams that fell to the ground. He seemed to be feeling the afternoon light column cast from the holes.

Then, the Bull Mo saw his surprise and made a gesture of inviting him.

The Saint of Calligraphy pinched the seals with both hands, and the immortal power produced by the spiritual energy surged out from the body. Only when it touched the skin, the dark "spider web" appeared again, bound the surging spiritual energy like a cage, and could not move at all!

The Saint of Calligraphy had been hit several times, and even sweated heavily, and the spider web showed no sign of loosening.

At this time, Niu Mo gently reminded: "Maybe, you can try magic weapons or combine them with elixirs. The small fairy world is so big that you are one of the seven little venerables. These things will not be lacking."

The Saint of Calligraphy was not pretentious, and directly took out a jasper-colored fan from his arms and shook it in his hand twice. The fan changed from the size of a palm to three times larger, and the fan was lifelike, imitating the flowing white clouds.

The Saint of Calligraphy directly slapped at him. With each blow, the spiritual energy in his body seemed to begin to expand, and a wave of more surging resistance arose...

But it's useless at all.

The Saint of Shu gritted his teeth and raised his hand again. The sound of a bottle "puff" sounded not far away. A jade white pill flew over, and the air was filled with the strong smell of herbs. Just taking a breath makes you feel refreshed.

The scholar didn't take any action, for fear of losing the medicinal power, so he opened his mouth and swallowed the pill and used the spiritual energy again.

But it's still useless.

The Saint of Calligraphy almost tried his best. Suddenly he heard a yawn and turned his head, and saw the terrifying Bull Demon leaning on the side with his legs leisurely raised.

He suddenly realized that he had been controlled and could not break free. Now all he needed to do was to accept his fate.

Because he knew that as long as he had a disobedience, he would be worse than death.

Xia Ji turned his head and asked, "Have you tried it?"

The Saint of Calligraphy nodded in a daze.

“No more trying?”

The Book Saint was confused and didn't know how to answer. He had been a little immortal who had been a hundred years and was still drinking and writing wildly after finishing it, but now he has become a prisoner in one day, which is really unacceptable.

Xia Ji gently reminded: "You can try to find your little... Immortal Emperor in your little fairy world?"

The Book Saint said: "He dares not be called emperor, he is just an immortal king."

Xia Ji nodded: "Then go find him and see if he can help you crack it."

The saint of calligraphy is not stupid.

Can anyone know about his control?

It would be fine if this could be lifted. If it could not be lifted, he would be surrounded and killed directly by the Immortal King and others, without any chance of life.

The path to immortality is hard to find, who would be willing to die for no reason?

So, the Shusheng shook his head and sighed: "What the hell do you want me to do?"

Xia Ji smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just want to ask you, do you want to be an immortal king?"
Chapter completed!