The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

Chapter 6 with the word supress'

Go down from the mountain.

"Huo Guang, you go to the army, everything is ready, wait for me at the bamboo house!" Yan Chuan ordered.

"Yes!" Huo Guang responded.

Huo Guang left, twenty silver armours guarded Yan Chuan, and Liu Jin followed Yan Chuan back to the bamboo house.

"The writing brush, is it all here?" Yan Chuan asked Liu Jin.

"Yes, although the prince rarely uses it, but here is the list!" Liu Jin respectfully said.

"Well, you go out! No one can come in without my order!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

"Yes!" Liu Jin exited the bamboo house with curiosity. And close the bamboo house from the outside.

Yan Chuan looked at these brushes again.

There are fifty-four brushes in total, but in Yan Chuan's eyes, these brushes are too bad. I took one before and only wrote the word Zhen Xiong, which could not stand the impact of World's Essence Qi and collapsed. Up.

"crash-bang!"

Yan Chuan throws a lot of brushes on the floor, and these pens can't bear their own writing. .

Fifty-four brushes, in the end, only three purple jade brushes were left, all of which were carved with exquisite jade dragons.

She spread out a piece of rice paper, calmly, grabbed a purple jade brush, and looked at the newly laid rice paper, Yan Chuan was silent for a while.

Yan Chuan eyes slightly narrowed, as if in the heart of a copy of the manuscript,

Suddenly, Yan Chuan opened his eyes, and a bright light shot from Yan Chuan's eyes. Picking up the pen and dipping the ink, Yan Chuan slowly began to write on the rice paper.

"Huh!"

The whirlwind in the room once again, and even all around condenses a faint mist, with each stroke falling, it seems like a golden light emerges from the stroke. The golden light is shining, and the wind and rain in the house are looming. The golden light in the pen is getting brighter and brighter.

Yan Chuan wrote down a big word supress' stroke by stroke.

Obviously it was written in pitch black ink, but after writing, the words overflowed with golden light weirdly.

The last stroke falls.

"Huh!"

all around The whirlwind and mist were quickly absorbed, and quickly sucked into the word supress'.

"hong long long!"

Holding his pen, Yan Chuan heard roars from the words.

After absorbing all wind and rain, the word supress' shines more and more, even in the rumbling sound, it emits a dazzling golden light, Golden Light Illuminates All, amidst the golden light, slowly rises. 7-Layer octagonal golden tower.

The golden tower is nameless, but it is full of an imposing manner of everything.

The word supress' reveals a golden tower. Yan Chuan's words have also completely entered the realm of'the pen is not showing the atmosphere'.

"Huh!" Yan Chuan exhales in satisfaction.

The purple jade brush in my hand has turned into powder at this moment, completely washed away by World's Essence Qi.

Yan Chuan's face is pale, showing a trace of said with a bitter smile: "Anyone who practices calligraphy, one word falls, and the Quartet World's Essence Qi is poured into himself. Tempering the body is a great good thing. I don't want to My body is so strong that I almost can't bear it? Haha!"

Looking at the golden tower floating on the rice paper, Yan Chuan faintly smiled, and gently folded his probing hands.

The rice paper was folded and the golden tower suddenly disappeared.

After stacking it several times, Yan Chuan carefully took it into his arms.

Then he closed his eyes cross-legged and adjusted his breath for a while before he got up and reopened the bamboo house.

Outside the bamboo house, Huo Guang and Liu Jin are waiting. Not far away is a big sedan chair carried by sixteen people.

"Lord!" everyone respectfully said.

"Ready?" Yan Chuan said indifferently.

"Yes, the three thousand guards of the monarch camp have all been rectified, and the subordinates have already sent five hundred soldiers to investigate the enemy's situation in the Quartet!" Huo Guang respectfully said.