If you have a underground cultivation level, just these handwriting can kill him

"The Book of Changes is really sharp in peace." After Dongfang Mo praised, he could not always be in this passive state.

A black stick appeared in Dongfang Mo's palm. In terms of the level of the weapon, the level of the black stick's spirit Xuan soldier is no less than that of Lu Jia's weapon.

However, in this situation, if you take out this weapon, you will feel a sense of incongruity no matter how you look at it.

Lu Jia was stunned. He was holding a brush and wanted to compete with him for calligraphy. What did this guy do with this weapon?

"Senior Brother Lu Jia, I am not as professional as yours. And don't you say that calligraphy and painting are a family? I'm a little worse than writing, so just draw casually. This is just a special pen, just call it a crayon." Dongfang Mo said casually, "Senior Brother Lu Jia, don't have the feeling of being a scholar meeting a soldier, because this will affect your calligraphy."

This made Lu Jia feel speechless. Could it be that Dongfang Mo wants to remind himself of his rhythm?

"Dongfang Mo, you are so confident." Lu Jia asked while urging her calligraphy.

"This is a great opportunity. I will take this opportunity to learn calligraphy from Senior Brother Lu Jia." Dongfang Mo smiled slightly, and the power of his spiritual consciousness continued to surge, and the black stick in his hand had actually turned into a strange crayon in his mouth by him.

Lu Jia didn't know what crayons are at all. In fact, Dongfang Mo only learned from Jiang Yan's mouth. He only knew that this was something that could be drawn or something that children used.

"Okay, just learn whatever you want, I want to see how much you can learn from my calligraphy restrictions." In fact, in this case, it is impossible to say that you want to learn it. Lu Jia has studied this calligraphy many times.

The mystery of calligraphy is that every time you write it, you will have different feelings. It is not easy for you to find the original feeling. Therefore, calligraphy is about diligence, and what you need is to write countless times.

But in this moment, Dongfang Mo could understand how much he had to learn, which was simply a joke

However, the two of them fell into a stalemate. Dongfang Mo's eyes were slightly closed, and the power of his spiritual consciousness surged, and he carefully sensed every word. The black stick in his hand was constantly driving his spiritual consciousness power and spiritual energy. What flowed out from the other end was straight or curved lines. Although these lines were simple, they formed lifelike small pictures. These pictures could temporarily form a restriction and secure the words of Lu Jia and become stalemate.

I don’t know how long this stalemate has passed, but Dongfang Mo suddenly felt a sense of inspiration. That’s because among these countless words, he found the rule he figured out, that is, strokes, the most basic element.

Every word has a finishing touch, and this stroke contains the style of this word, and the attack and killing technique is in this stroke.

Dongfang Mo's black stick was sacrificed, and there were already various colors in front of him. The combination of simple lines also formed a series of prohibitions, and these prohibitions were all aimed at the soul in the words around him.

The two were still extremely calm just now, but now, there was already a stream of light in the middle of the two, and various colors changed. Although there was no sound, it was absolutely extremely intense.

When the color of this ball of color dissipated, Lu Jia could no longer speak, because his calligraphy was actually destroyed by Dongfang Mo's strange lines, and he could no longer combine them together.

This is something Lu Jia never experienced before. This is a feeling of complete failure.

Lu Jia didn't believe anything. This Dongfang Mo's combat power was against the will of heaven. Even the power of spiritual consciousness was so against the will of heaven.

As soon as my mind moved, a golden page suddenly appeared on my chest, and the words in it were beating like warriors, and it actually felt like I was eager to try it out.

Dongfang Mo couldn't help but close: "I didn't expect that it was really a golden page. Uncle Chen, I should be able to find another page now, and you should be gradually complete."

"I never thought, I never thought, master, you are so keen. Just in the array of calligraphy, you can deduce the calligraphy." Chen Bo was already very impressed by Dongfang Mo's talent.

Dongfang Mo Yixiao: "All kinds of restrictions are actually understood, especially calligraphy and painting. When the scroll is a little eye-catching, and calligraphy also has it. It is only after I deduced it according to this idea that I realized the essence of calligraphy. Now, I am going to close this page."

After saying that, Dongfang Mo also surged. When Dongfang Mo's spiritual energy touched the golden page, the page suddenly had a strange sense of the page with Dongfang Mo.

It's like the owner found in this page

Why is this happening? You know, Lu Jia got this page by chance, but after many years of understanding it, she barely refined it. Although it has not been completely refined, it can at least be used as she wishes. But now, why does this page actually feel like she wants to leave herself?

Lu Jia was a little panicked because Xiao Xuefeng once said that when he could completely refine this page, he could understand the magical arts with his master. You must know that in this 6th Great Destiny, how many people want to obtain this magical arts, so this page must not be lost.

Lu Jia also tried all her best to get the page back

However, the page of the book still floated to Dongfang Mo irreversibly, and Dongfang Mo disappeared with just the movement of spiritual energy.

Lu Jia screamed and immediately fell to the ground with a pale face

"Lu Jia" When Dongfang Mo collected this page of the book, he also needed to refine it. Therefore, although Xiao Xuefeng's voice sounded in his ears, he still couldn't move at all.

"Xue Feng, Lu Jia's calligraphy was actually taken away by this kid." This was the voice of a woman.

"Damn, what rhythm is this? This woman dares to call the Demon Lord this way." Dongfang Mo originally wanted to refine it quietly, but when the woman's voice appeared, he couldn't calm down no matter what he said.

At this moment, Yan Yue's voice sounded: "Mom, Brother Mo must be refining, you can't just rush up like this." At the same time, there was also a burst of footsteps.

"No, Yan Yue's mother is here too." Dongfang Mo couldn't calm down even more. He didn't know what identity to face Yan Yue's mother.

"Master, if your mind is so unstable, you will be in danger." Chen Bo had already felt that Dongfang Mo's mind was unstable. This would cause big problems. Even if Dongfang Mo was refining the pages, Chen Bo had to speak.

However, because the urge to see the situation outside was too strong, even if Dongfang Mo tried hard to calm down, it would be impossible.

"Puff" Suddenly, a mouthful of blood was sprayed out by Dongfang ink. In an instant, the person fell down and knew nothing.

Yan Yue was so anxious that she burst into tears: "Mom, it's all your fault. Brother Mo must have been seriously injured. Yan Yue said with a sad face."

"You kid, why are you protecting this kid like this? Come here for me. I don't know if girls should be more reserved. Men and women teach and not kiss each other. Don't you understand?" The woman scolded her daughter and pulled her over.

Yan Yue looked at Xiao Xuefeng for help, and even Lu Jia was a little confused. No, was Yan Yue's kilt ring so loud that Yan Yue's mother didn't know what the rhythm was.

Xiao Xuefeng cleared his throat: "Madam Su, be careful, I will take a look at the injuries of my disciple first." Xiao Xuefeng is the sect leader of the Demonic Taoism. Even Yan Yue has never seen such an expression and speaking like this. The sect leader is actually looking for reasons to escape.

"Wait, when will this Lu Jia be your disciple?" Yan Yue's mother widened her eyes. She really couldn't understand Xiao Xuefeng's words. This kid seems not qualified to become Xiao Xuefeng's disciple.

Even though Xiao Xuefeng has not become Lu Jia's true master, he has been with Xiao Xuefeng for so many years and has been with Xiao Xuefeng for a long time, so he naturally understands the master's intentions. Therefore, with his spiritual power and cultivation, he has broken contact with this page that has not been completely refined. It is no longer so serious. However, for the sake of his master, he still acts very appropriately.

However, Yan Yue's mother could see at a glance: "Lu Jia, you have to refine this for you. Now, there is absolutely no problem for you to leave by yourself."

Lu Jia looked at his master speechlessly. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Su saw through her little trick. Facing the medicine bottle that Mrs. Su suddenly threw over, Lu Jia had to catch it: "Uh, thank you Mrs. Su." Yan Yue's mother was in the Demonic Way, a very special existence. Everyone called him Mrs. Su, but she was not a person from the Demonic Way. Even the Sect Master respected Mrs. Su very much.

"Master, I can't help you anymore, I'll leave." Lu Jia quietly sent a message to the master, and after showing his salute, he left Yan Yue's Qinan Pavilion

"Madam Su, don't worry, I will definitely explain it to you clearly. Now let me take a look at Dongfang Mo's injuries first. Look at Yan Yue, this girl is so nervous." Xiao Xuefeng used Dongfang Mo as a shield again.

Dongfang Mo's situation definitely made Mrs. Su unable to see the real situation, after all, her spiritual sense could not even detect Dongfang Mo's situation.
Chapter completed!