I, Ye Chen, turned out to be a top expert

Chapter 464: The Power of the Old Word

Because at this moment, when the Plague Immortal King followed the sound, he discovered the source of the sound, which turned out to be a series of phantoms of divine texts. These phantoms of divine texts were terrifyingly powerful.

As if it has a strong will.

"Divine text, this is a divine text!"

"Impossible! This is the Xuanhuang World, a low-level plane. How could such a powerful divine text appear? Even in Haoran, it is difficult to see such a divine text. How could it appear in such a low-level plane?"

At this moment, the Plague Immortal King's eyes were filled with fear.

"Damn, damn!"

At this moment, the Plague Immortal King was so angry that he vomited blood. The passage behind him collapsed and disappeared. He wanted to tear the space apart to go back, but he felt a terrifying power coming towards him.

The moment he felt the pressure, his soul trembled.

"Damn it, it's the power of Haoran."

"Could this be Haoran?"

"A low-level plane, it's impossible, impossible, it must be an illusion!" The Plague Immortal King practiced the way of plague, and the mighty power was his nemesis. In fact, at his point in life, ordinary mighty power could not cause him any harm.

But the Plague Immortal King chose the wrong time. Today, Ye Chen was writing the first line of calligraphy, "Preface to the Lanting Collection".

In the Central Domain Hall, Ye Chen was still writing.

“Although their tastes and preferences may differ, and their temperaments may be different, when they are happy with what they encounter and temporarily gain what they have, they are content and unaware that old age is approaching.”

Ye Chen had just written this when Zhao Yin, who had been staring at him, was shocked. He suddenly discovered that after the old character "not knowing that old age is approaching" absorbed a lot of Taoist power, its charm disappeared. The original Taoist character lost its divinity and turned into ordinary handwriting.

I saw a golden light breaking through the air from the hall.

On the wasteland, the Plague Immortal King had just resisted the great power, with beads of sweat on his forehead. Not knowing what to do, the Plague Immortal King's eyes were gradually filled with fear.

Because at this moment, in the eyes of the Plague Immortal King, a golden light was getting closer and closer, and the extremely terrifying power of justice was coming.

"This is the divine text."

"Who wants to kill me!"

At this moment, the Plague Immortal King's expression turned extremely pale.

His body seemed to be frozen in place, and he could only watch as the old divine characters fell on him.

"No······"

At this moment, the Plague Immortal King let out a desperate roar.

But no matter how he struggled, it was useless. At this moment, the terrifying force of decay erupted from his body.

His internal organs were withering at this moment.

The vitality in the body continues to disappear.

He is the Immortal King and has a lifespan of a million years, but at this moment, he is horrified to find that his lifespan is disappearing at an extremely terrifying speed.

In the blink of an eye, his black hair turned white, and his youthful face was covered with wrinkles.

Not only that, the Plague Immortal King was horrified to discover that his soul, everything about him was aging.

Aging at a rate of ten thousand years per second.

Looking at the divine text printed on his body, the Plague Immortal King's eyes were filled with fear and despair.

The Plague Immortal King naturally knew that he was doomed today.

But the Plague Immortal King was unwilling to accept this and died here.

This was something he had never thought of. In his imagination, even if there was an extremely terrifying existence, he could give up struggling. If that didn't work, and he was defeated, he could tear through the void and return to the fairyland.

But he didn't expect that his plague method was targeted by the power of Haoran.

Going back is much easier than coming back.

However, the Plague Immortal King knew at this moment that it was impossible to go back.

The old Plague Immortal King, even if someone saw him at this moment, they would definitely not recognize him.

In an instant, he had turned into an old man who was dying.

“No, no, no…”

At this moment, the Plague Immortal King was still struggling to open his mouth, but his voice had become weak. One could only see the despair in his heart from his eyes.

Gradually, the Plague Immortal King could no longer make a sound.

His body slowly disappeared, turning into dust and carried away by the wind.

At the original place, there were only two words left, Plague. This was the main divine text of the Plague Immortal King, and it was also transformed from the power of the fused Plague Avenue.

However, these two words also slowly disappeared under the power of the old word.

The word "repeatedly" generally means unclean.

After understanding everything, the old characters in the divine text also dispersed and turned into a strong and powerful force.

“Sad husband!

Therefore, I list the people of the time and record what they said. Although the times and events are different, the reasons for their feelings are the same.

Those who read it later will also be moved by this article."

In the Central Domain Palace, after Ye Chen wrote the last few words, he looked at the calligraphy in front of him, a hint of excitement appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he was very satisfied.

"how?"

Ye Chen turned around and his eyes fell on Zhao Yin.

Zhao Yin, who was frightened today, shuddered when he saw Ye Chen's gaze fall on him.

"Good, your calligraphy is full of great power, and this character is unique in the world." Zhao Yin said from the bottom of his heart.

Looking at the divine text before him, the calligraphy alone made him feel like he was facing a saint.

"Yes, this calligraphy is very impressive."

"I always imitated them, but now I can give them a touch of spirit."

"This is the Preface to the Lanting Collection, written by Wang Xizhi, known as the Sage of Calligraphy."

"This article is known as the best running script."

Ye Chen said with a smug look on his face.

"Sir, are you really going to give me such a precious treasure?" At this moment, Zhao Yin felt dizzy, with a look of shock in his eyes. Zhao Yin felt that he was not worthy of such a divine object, and he was extremely nervous.

"Of course. How could I, Ye Chen, lie?" Ye Chen said helplessly.

I thought to myself, "It's great to be able to write articles that contain great power. These practitioners really regard such articles as treasures."

What Ye Chen didn’t know was that this was not just the power of Haoran, it was an incomparable treasure.

Ye Chen put away the calligraphy and painting and placed it in Zhao Yin's hands. Only then did Zhao Yin feel that it was real.

"Thank you, sir!"

Zhao Yin was so excited at this moment.

"It's just a matter. I'll have to trouble Sect Master Zhao with the auction!" Ye Chen couldn't help but remind him. At this moment, Ye Chen placed all his hopes on the auction.

"Don't worry, sir."

"This matter must be completed perfectly!" After leaving a word, Zhao Yin bowed and left the palace.

Looking at the Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion in my hand, I felt dizzy.

Under the ancient tree, the head of the Sword Pavilion, who had been staring at the palace, took a deep breath and walked over when he saw Zhao Yin coming out.

Outside the palace, everyone who was attracted by the strange vision looked at Zhao Yin with envy on their faces.

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Zhao!"

At this moment, Laokong Zhenfo glanced at the calligraphy and painting in Zhao Yin's hand, his eyes full of envy.

"Congratulations, Pavilion Master!"

All the elders of the Sound Forbidden Land were inexplicably excited at this moment. They never expected that after Zhao Yin did not participate in the auction, they were already extremely helpless, but now Ye Chen actually gave them an even more powerful divine object.