A full blow to transform the artistic conception was nothing short of trivial, and Guo Wenchang was hit hard on the spot. Shen Junan laughed and pulled out a wind dragon to grab Guo Wenchang: "The thief will not die!" The wind dragon shook his head and waved his tail, and was about to kill Guo Wenchang in one bite. Guo Wenchang sighed: "Why the trouble." "Huh?" Shen Junan was shocked, and saw that there was something behind Guo Wenchang's head, but it was a volume of books. The golden light appeared behind Guo Wenchang's head like this. The scroll slowly turned, turning over the pages of the book, and there were countless characters in it jumping out, releasing thousands of brilliance, and Shen Junan's mind was also swayed by the light. What's this? Shen Junan was horrified, and saw that countless characters danced across the sky, transforming into a magnificent spectacle. It seems that there is a sage standing in the sky and earth, writing with a few strokes, indulging in freehand brushwork, and writing a big "town" character. As soon as the word for this town came out, Shen Junan felt like a mountain of burden, unstoppable, and almost never fell. how is this possible? How could he have such a method in a Burning Spirit Realm? But I saw Guo Wenchang had re-flyed. He was bleeding from his mouth, and his injury was not fake. It was just that the scrolls turned more urgently behind his head, and the saint in the sky wielded a few words as a book, and his image was somewhat similar to that of Su Chen. This is... What is going on? Shen Junan was completely incomprehensible. Guo Wenchang said in a long voice: "Heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed with manifolds. The lower part is the river and the mountain, and the upper part is the sun star. Yuren said Haoran, Peihusai Cangming..." Under his praise, the saint Xu Ying swiped the urgent book, and the big characters fell one by one, forming a huge cage of gold characters in this world, and Shen Junan's disillusioned Fenglong rushed down suddenly. "What the hell is this?" Shen Junan yelled, he could not imagine, and could not accept that a burning spirit realm actually trapped himself. "My Faxiang, Righteous Qi Song, Haoran Book, Sage Picture!" Guo Wenchang replied loudly, with an extra pen in his hand. This pen is not a top-notch source device, just an ordinary pen, but it has been with him for many years, and has accompanied him through countless years, from civil to martial arts. Now that he has a pen in his hand, Guo Wenchang seems to be holding a fetish, his spirit is soaring, and his aura is like a rainbow. The pen in the hand was pressed against the air, and the sage figure in the sky was also waving in the air. The strokes and strokes are all mysteries, and they are full of charm. He was originally a literati and was not addicted to practice. He had to embark on the path of practice only because of fate, but his life's interest was in calligraphy. Su Chen created the method together, collected the blood of the world, and researched and created thousands of blood veins. Guo Wenchang didn't dare to be interested. He didn't learn any of them. Instead, he just painted and painted, chanting the wind and making the moon, so he was so cool. Some people therefore think that he is incapable of Dharma. He really won't. But what he won't, what he won't be Su Chen's inheritance, is not his own creation. Few people know that he once asked Su Chen for a bottle of blood. Su Chen's blood! He also studies. He does not study the way of ethnic development like Su Chen. He only studied Su Chen, where he was interested, the way of the saint. Because Guo Wenchang felt that Su Chen's seven-blooded world had fallen into the pit of the orc after all, and that it was not the right way of the human race. The Human Race should be based on Human Race itself as the core. Guo Wenchang hopes that there will be a core in the future of the seven-blooded world. This core is not the bite of the wind, nor any other barren beasts, but the humans themselves. Su Chen understands this truth, but he doesn't have time, he has too many things to study. So what he didn't do, Guo Wenchang did. He studied the way of saints and took Su Chen as his face. Su Chen is the saint of him. Su Chen is also happy to do so, he does not reject any good research, and generously contributes his blood. In this way, Guo Wenchang proceeded. His righteousness song and his Haoran book are all preparing for this, in order to be the form of a saint in the middle. Before that, he had never revealed his own means in this regard. The fact is that even he himself didn't know how powerful this means was. But when he uses it, he doesn't care whether he is strong or weak, he just wants to truly express what he feels and thinks in his heart. Therefore, he constantly waved, his pen and ink danced in the air, and his strokes and strokes all condensed Guo Wenchang's understanding and experience throughout his life, releasing all his true meaning at this moment. Even Shen Junan was stunned by Guo Wenchang's performance at this moment. Looking at the golden characters dancing in the sky, he kept yelling "What is this? What is this?" But he is a great ability to transform the mood, although Stunned by Guo Wenchang’s awe-inspiring righteous saint’s physical appearance, he still said grimly: “What shit saint’s picture, look at me to break it!” He held his hands high, and a continuous stream of wind and smoke was condensed in his hands, turning into black dragons. The shape, with a very strange smell, slammed into the golden cage. Guo Wenchang's righteousness was locked under the impact of the dark dragon, and immediately large areas of mottled rot, turned into black smoke and disappeared. Although Guo Wenchang is still writing new golden characters, but this time the evil is overwhelming, but he can't suppress the impact of the dark dragon. In fact, if you look closely, you will find that every time the dark dragon hits the gold inscription, it will also cause considerable damage to itself. If it is purely considered from the perspective of source energy, the damage is even greater than the righteous air lock. But Shen Junan doesn't need to care about these. He is a Huayijing, ten times stronger than Guo Wenchang, so he doesn't need to care about this consumption at all. He just wants to rely on his strong strength to crush his opponents to death! ! ! At this moment, five black dragons had appeared in his palm, and the five dragons had come out at the same time, and the gold-character prison was broken every inch. Guo Wenchang made a crack in the back of his head, Haoran's book had appeared torn apart, and the shape of the saint was shaking and flickering, making it difficult to maintain. "I'm not dead yet!" Shen Junan's five dragons shrank and merged into one hand. Each black dragon is a finger, and it is his most famous five dragon finger, which is pressed against Guo Wenchang. The sage holds the pen to draw, and Haoran turns into a shield to resist. But at this moment, righteousness could not stop the evil force, and Wulong's fingers penetrated Haoran's book, cut off the sage pen, and pressed it directly on Guo Wenchang's chest. The huge power erupted, Guo Wenchang only felt that there was endless evil force pouring into his body in an instant, and flew out with a long whistle, the blood he vomited had completely turned black. Guo Wenchang knew it was not good, but instead of leaving, he greeted him with a long smile, and shot out all the treasures at the same time. Instead of hitting Shen Junan, he let them fly away to delay Shen Junan's time. He didn't know how long it would take for the Promise disciple to arrive, but no matter how long, he would have to delay it. Seeing Guo Wenchang throwing all the treasures out, Shen Junan became hostile in his heart. He was dragged on by Guo Wenchang for long enough. Seeing that Guo Wenchang was going to drag on regardless of his life, he knew that he was not good enough, so he decisively gave up the treasure and hurried back to Wanjian Mountain. At this moment, a group of people appeared in the distance, rushing here quickly. "What's the matter?" Shen Junan was shocked, and he had already seen that the person here was not his own, but a disciple of the Wujizong. But how could the disciples of the Promise Sect rush over? Shouldn't they still be fighting hard at Wanjian Mountain? Could it be that a thought flashed through Shen Junan's mind. No, it's impossible. Until now, Shen Junan didn't want to believe that Wujizong had the power to destroy them. He always believed that everything Wujizong did was just a stubborn resistance, and at best it could bring some harm to himself. What he scruples about is that too many casualties are hard to explain. As for saying that he couldn't fight this kind of thing, he hadn't thought about it at all. But now the appearance of a large group of Promise Sect disciples gave Shen Junan a sap. Especially after the other person approached, I saw that group of people turned out to be... all shaking! Shen Junan's heart sank immediately. There are too many people, and he can't count how many people are flying in the air, but how do you look at it, there are hundreds of people. how come? How could the Promise Sect have so many Shaking Light Realms? Haven't they all been dispatched to the endless sea? Could it be said that this is illusion? Is it deliberate deception? But his momentum and speed are clearly impossible to be false. Hundreds of Yaoguang couldn't be dealt with by his own mind. Shen Junan knew that he had no time to think about this and had to run immediately. Fortunately, no matter how many people there are, the individual strength is not as good as him after all, and it is impossible to catch up with him. Shen Junan turned and ran. It's just that when he ran back, he still didn't give up and grabbed Guo Wenchang, if he wanted to catch him alive by the way. Unexpectedly, Guo Wenchang smiled, and greeted him without evasiveness, and grabbed Shen Junan with his backhand. Shen Junan was shocked, and it was not good to know. Guo Wenchang tried not to let himself leave at this time, and went to catch him by himself. Why didn't he give him a chance? He hurriedly closed his hand and wanted to withdraw, but at the moment when he was about to withdraw, Guo Wen interrupted the pen with his long hand and swiped it again, and the righteousness lock appeared again. "Damn, lunatic." This scared Shen Junan. He tried his best to blast the lock of righteousness. But the righteousness lock created by Guo Wenchang at all costs could not be broken instantly even by him. boom! boom! boom! After continuous impact, the righteous air lock continued to collapse, but it continued to heal with Guo Wenchang's compensation, while the far-away army of monks was getting closer and closer. Yan Tuohai, the commander in the front, shouted: "Strike! Soldiers!" "Soldiers!" The monks stepped forward and shouted simultaneously, and endless swords, guns, swords and halberds appeared in the sky again. The weapon of warfare displayed by Thousands of Lights is more powerful than the previous formation of ordinary monks and thousands of people. It instantly forms a forest of swords that fills the sky, falling from the sky and turning into a mountain of swords, guns and swords. Flowers, halberd forest whizzed down. At this time, Shen Junan finally broke the prison and got out, but just as soon as he got out of the prison, he saw the awe-inspiring sight of ten thousand soldiers. The five black dragons raged and smashed their prestige, hitting the tide of ten thousand soldiers head-on, but couldn't stop the horrible sword tide. They saw the five black dragons instantly shattered, and countless weapons whizzed through his body, instantly beating him into a hornet's nest. The source of horror exploded on him wave after wave, until it was blown to pieces. Destroy in one blow! "Master!" Guo Wenchang's body fell in the sky. Yan Tuohai yelled and flew over and hugged Guo Wenchang, only to see him turning black and evil spirits attacking his heart. However, Guo Wenchang was still laughing. He laughed while weeping blood: "I finally understand what the saint is missing..." "Master, don't say anything, I'll take you back for treatment!" Yan Tuohai screamed. Guo Wenchang shook his head, and whispered: "It's no longer necessary. I have been tired of fighting all my life, but I have to fight. Now I can finally rest. This is the insight of the saint I got from today's battle. You help me... Sovereign." Guo Wenchang said, pointing to Yan Tuohai's forehead, and a ray of golden light flew in. Then Guo Wen tilted his head and died.