As he spoke, the raging sea of consciousness suddenly fell into calm, like a case of much ado about nothing.
However, the tranquility was only short-lived. In an instant, it became noisy again, like the sea bursting its dam, or more like a thousand-foot waterfall coming from the sky, instantly spreading all over his sea of consciousness.
At this moment, Feng Qingyang opened his eyes. His eyes were as bright as lightning, his red hair fluttered wildly, and his eyes were fixed on the green stone tablet in front of him. The chaotic aura that was originally shrouded the stone tablet disappeared in an instant.
"The meaning of suppression, the meaning of killing, and the meaning of sealing! I can only comprehend the meaning of suppression, and it has also been integrated into my fist meaning. It would be great if I could comprehend the other two meanings in the future."
Feng Qingyang murmured to himself. Although he did not understand the following two meanings, he had engraved them deeply in his heart. He only needed an opportunity, an opportunity to wait.
When everything comes naturally, that's when it will transform from a cocoon into a butterfly.
If he could have a brush at this moment, he could also create the earth-shaking stroke in that picture, one stroke to subdue the world and kill all the gods!
Standing up, Shuangshuai quickly jumped over from a distance at this moment, standing on his shoulder, a pair of watery eyes looking forward, its pupils flashing with different colors, but they were gone in a flash.
Feng Qingyang took a step forward, and the green halo on his body suddenly disappeared. Then, the halo covering the green stone tablet also dissipated at this moment. After it dissipated, the stone tablet looked a little desolate.
It seems that it is just an ordinary stone tablet, nothing special, a simple big stone with simple words on it, it is a stone that cannot be more ordinary.
Feng Qingyang grinned and laughed softly. His third eye opened and shot like a flash of lightning onto the green stone tablet. There was a loud bang and the huge stone tablet suddenly cracked.
It was like a spider web, covered with dense cracks. Then he blew a breath at the stone tablet, and instantly the stone tablet collapsed. As it collapsed, it disappeared in an instant.
It seemed that the existence of the stone tablet was just an illusion, as if it had never appeared, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye, without leaving a trace in the wind.
"If this is what is called a seal, then I am very disappointed."
When he raised his head, he saw the brush in the air, which had undergone a new change. It seemed that after he understood the "meaning of suppression", it was no longer aimed at Feng Qingyang.
After all, the first state of mind - the state of town - is to follow the breath of heaven and earth and seek the way, as if to intentionally enter the way of heaven. The next two states of mind are completely opposite, and they are destroyed after entering.
"It would be great if I could take off the brush in one fell swoop!"
His heart moved, and suddenly he had an idea. Since it was a treasure, and he had come across it, didn't it mean that he had an unusual fate with it? If he didn't fight for it, he would definitely be angry to death.
Little did he know that his muttering at this moment had already made the old man in the mountain furious. The old man was furious, stunned, and chattering in a disrespectful manner. If you listened carefully, you would find that he was scolding Feng Qingyang.
"Little thing, what seal is so terrible? Why don't you try my hardship?"
The old man was speechless. At this moment, he was still suffering from being struck by lightning. Although he did not care on the surface, if you look closely, you will find that with every strike of lightning, his eyebrows would tremble unconsciously.
It was obvious that he was not as relaxed as he had imagined.
"That is my Judge's Pen, my spiritual weapon. If you take my Judge's Pen, I will definitely fight you to the bitter end."
"How dare you! You are courting death and self-destruction!"
Feng Qingyang suddenly rose from the ground with a whoosh, and stood in the air, looking at the brush in the sky from afar. The brush, which originally showed a strong sense of suppression, suddenly dimmed at this moment. Perhaps Feng Qingyang understood the meaning of suppression, or perhaps - it found a new owner!
"Then, I have a connection with you. Are you willing to acknowledge me as your master? If you agree, then move!"
He suddenly said these words out of the blue. After hearing them, the old man in the mountains almost vomited blood. His eyes went dark and he almost vomited three liters of blood.
The dog in Feng Qingyang's arms also had his eyes wide open. His round body trembled at this moment, and his snow-white hair suddenly turned crimson. His furry tail drooped and swung helplessly.
That human expression looked extremely cute, but Feng Qingyang didn't know it. At this moment, the only thing in his eyes was the brush in the sky.
His intuition told him that it was definitely a treasure! With the treasure right in front of him, why not take it
After a long time, the brush above his head did not make any sound. Feng Qingyang became angry. His face changed and a sense of suppression suddenly emanated from him.
In an instant, it seemed that the air had become heavy and gravity had changed, becoming thick and sticky, as if one was trapped in quicksand. Not only that, it felt as if the heaven and earth were pressing down on them.
"Don't act crazy or stupid. I know you must have your own consciousness. If you follow me, I will take you to travel all over the cultivation world and write on the purest paper. How about that?"
"puff!"
Hearing this, the old man in the mountain finally couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood. His breath suddenly became weak and he looked a little listless. The culprit of all this was Feng Qingyang, but he didn't know it.
The single-room brush still had no reaction. Feng Qingyang flew up with a whoosh and was at the same height as it. He opened his third eye and after watching for a long time, Feng Qingyang suddenly stretched out his hand.
He opened his big hand, and a powerful suction force came out. He aimed at the end of the brush and wanted to grab it in his hand.
"You and I are destined to be together. Come with me today."
What he said seemed a little brazen, but if you listened carefully, you would find that there was an inexplicable rhythm in that simple sentence.
The rhythm is full of temptation, but it also seems extremely sincere, just like Liu Bei's three visits to Zhuge Liang's thatched cottage, trying to invite him to come out of seclusion, but it was not that simple.
With the circulation of magic power, the big hand grew bigger in the wind. At the same time, the suction force it emitted also grew rapidly at this moment, like a bottomless cave, swallowing up the world.
"Whether you are willing or not, it is not up to you today. I want you to go, and you must go with me!"
At this moment, he was a little childish, revealing a sense of persistence, but it seemed more like willfulness. Others would only think that he was arrogant and unreasonable, but Feng Qingyang knew that this pen was a great opportunity for him.
He has a dream, that is, zombies can do Taoism. The people of Maoshan claim to be doing justice for the heaven, but he is going against the heaven! The connection between the two, in the final analysis, is more of hatred.
"Come with me, the pen!"