The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

Unfortunately, before dawn, a group of fighting soldiers did not notice a trace of natural phenomenon in the distant sky.

In the house.

The green light gradually converged into the boy's body, and the boy's eyes opened suddenly.

"Huh!"

Two beams of light shot out of the boy's eyes, and there was a flash of hostility in his eyes, all around like a gust of wind blowing.

However, the young man quickly adapted to the environment, and the imposing manner spreading out from his body slowly converged into his body.

The boy's eyes are very embarrassed, very wise, full of vicissitudes, which is not what a 17-year-old boy should have.

Not far from the head of the bed is a mirror.

The young man walked slowly to the mirror. Stretched out his arms, looked at his hands, and touched his face in the mirror.

"It's exactly the same, so it looks exactly like the previous life!" The young man sighed and squinted.

After speaking, the boy opened his left sleeve, and on his wrist, there was a birthmark like a seed. The middle finger of the right hand stroked the birthmark lightly for a while, and the young boy's eyes narrowed slightly: "'Urture of fate'?? It's not in vain that I opened the immortal tomb with all my strength for a while and usurped it? The immortal remains in the tomb. The secret technique I used is really amazing!"

"Immortal Tomb treasure?" The young man seemed to think of some painful memory, his brows suddenly frowned, and his eyes shot in hostility.

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

There are dozens of brushes on the desk.

The young man took a look and picked one of the brushes with a purple jade dragon carved out of it.

Stained with ink, the boy's eyes were full of hostility, and his face was extremely gloomy. I wrote on the originally laid rice paper with a brush in my hand.

The young man’s eyes are full of hatred and rage, but his hands are as steady as a mountain, writing stroke by stroke.

"Huh!"

In the room, a whirlwind suddenly blew up. The whirlwind quickly swept across every corner of the room. The pages of a large number of books were constantly being blown by the wind, and some small objects were even worse. It was hit by the whirlwind. But the weird thing is that this whirlwind has always bypassed the oil lamps. Under the strong wind, the flames of the oil lamps are still there.

The young man himself did not exude a hint of imposing manner, but it was the characters written by the young man that caused the violent wind in the house. It's just the first word'Zhen' written down.

If a practitioner who is repairing the word "character" sees it, he will be shocked and inexplicable, because the young man's word has actually reached the realm of the word "wind and rain". That is an extremely high realm of calligraphy, which many practitioners may not be able to achieve throughout their lives. And this young man seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Wind and rain when the pen falls! The character of the juvenile comes from the calligraphy attainments of the previous life, and has nothing to do with the cultivation base. A character'zhen' can be an example of countless Calligraphy in the world, and there is an imperial dominance in this character, which is daunting.

A word Zhen occupies half of the rice paper. On the other side, the boy wrote another word.

Male!

Zhen Xiong!

Every time a stroke falls, the all around whirlwind gets bigger and bigger. When the last stroke of the male character falls, the purple jade brush in hand suddenly makes a crisp sound.

"ka!"

There was a crack in the purple jade brush.

ka ka ka ka!

There are more and more cracks.

"bang!"

The purple jade brush was turned into a handful of scraps, which was blown away by the all around whirlwind, writing two characters, breaking the pen. If you let the practitioners who practice "characters" see, they don't know whether they should sigh the juvenile writing well, or regret the poor quality of the brush.

When the two characters are finished, the whirlwind whizzes all around, hovering over the rice paper, and straight into the two characters.

Looking at the two black characters is like seeing the abyss of hell, full of resentment, full of anger, and a lot of negative emotions are written into these two words by the teenager.

"bang!"

The whirlwind was inhaled, and a large amount of black air suddenly appeared from the two characters. The black air hovered over the rice paper, and gradually condensed a black demon head.

"Ah gā gā gā gā Ga!"

The devil's head, with double horns, eyes like abyss, teeth like jagged, evil, gloomy, arrogant laughter.

The young man stared at this black air from beginning to end.

"My words that I couldn't break through for thousands of years, did I break through because of you "Zhen Xiong"? The brush fell down?" The boy stared at the devil's head and said with a grudge.

Looking at the devil's head written by his own negative emotions, the hatred in the boy's eyes has not diminished, and even his eyes gradually become red with hatred.

"Zhen Rou is my queen, and you are the father of Zhen Rou. How can there be such a cruel father in the world? For that fairy sword, you did not hesitate to deceive Zhen Rou and let her take the day down to poison Eat with me, I can insist on not dying for ten days, but Zhen Rou died suddenly on the spot, so cruel father, so vicious father."

"Zhen Rou is so kind, you are not worthy to father for him, The fairy sword from the immortal tomb is powerful, but I did not take it. I have my own sword of the emperor. Just for a fairy sword, you poison the biological daughter? Zhen Xiong? hahahaha, you wait, I If you are alive again, I will definitely cut your heart out to see what color your heart is, and avenge Rou'er!"

The youth's eyes were full of hostility, and the fierceness approached the devil's head. The fierce aura is several times stronger than the devil, and the devil's head is forced back to between the two characters.

On the rice paper, there is a layer of black air.

The cheapest piece of rice paper, after writing these two words, must be invaluable, but the boy picked up the rice paper and stretched it to the oil lamp.

"Huh!"

The rice paper keeps burning.

"Ah!" "Spare me!" "Ah!" ………………

The devil screamed again and again in the rice paper, but the boy's eyes were cold. Let a piece of rice paper turn into ashes.

"Zhen Xiong?" The young man pronounced the name fiercely again.

After calming down, the teenager began to feel the all around situation. Slightly closed eye, and then slightly raised the brow.

"Using fate and derivation requires Immortal Realm to be able to display it. As expected, I had not become an immortal back then, and my death was imminent, so I had to let it go. If it weren’t for this Nine Star Alignment , Heavenly Gate opens, my will may be trapped in the flesh of this life forever, and finally comes out. I don’t know if the flesh of the previous life is still lying in the coffin. In the future, I will go back!" the young faintly sighed said. .

breathes deeply, the young man slowly walked towards the gate of the bamboo house.

"Crack!"

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