Chapter 2239

"Return my magic pen!"

Seeing the magic pen of dream and his broken arm disappear in Chu ten's hand, the recovered scholar of Confucian shirt was shocked, then roared and waved the rest of his left hand to Chu ten.

Poop!

But without the magic pen of dream, he is nothing in the eyes of Chu ten and others. So before his left hand could catch Chu ten, a black light would cut through the void, cut off his left arm and spray a lot of blood.

Poop!

Not only that, the black light did not stop after cutting off the left arm of the scholar, but also cut off the legs of the scholar at a faster speed, making him become a "human stick". What's more, there is also a black light shining at the break of the two arms and legs of the scholar. Under the black light, the injury of the scholar is not self-healing at all, but is getting worse and worse.

If you want to hurt a strong man in the world like this, or even make him unable to heal himself, only the anger that understands the true meaning of the killing road can do this.

"Open the gate!"

After cutting off the scholar's limbs, he didn't say any nonsense in anger. He just looked at the scholar coldly and said: "I only said it once!"

Although anger occasionally targets bear children, in fact, only those who have a relatively good opinion of themselves will do so, and guhuang is the best example.

Because of this, seeing the bear child deeply hurt because of this guy at the moment, even turning into an old man, life and death are unpredictable, and the murderous opportunity in his anger has been burning.

"Return my magic pen, return my magic pen!"

At the moment, however, the scholar in the Confucian shirt seems to have lost his mind. Even if his limbs are broken and his life and death are in the hands of others, he doesn't seem to be afraid at all. He just struggles and roars at Chu ten to try to retrieve the magic pen of dream from Chu ten's hands!

After all, this dream magic pen is not only the guarantee of his power, but also the inheritance of his ancestors. For him, it is just a pen in the presence of people, and the pen is lost. At the moment, the pen of dream falls into Chu ten's hands. What's the meaning of his life?

"The law, the soul!"

Seeing the man in the Confucian shirt is like crazy, he wants to have a look, and then he holds the yin-yang mirror in his hand with a wave.

In an instant, he saw a white light shooting out of the Yin and Yang environment, and it didn't enter the mind of the scholar in the Confucian shirt. With the integration of the white light, the scholar in the Confucian shirt, like being hit with a tranquilizer, began to calm down slowly in a series of violent gasps.

"If you want me to let you go to the city, dream!"

However, even though he has recovered his calmness, the man in the Confucian shirt still doesn't show any fear. Instead, he laughs loudly: "this Tianming city is made by my sage with great powers. Unless there is a dream pen as the key, once the city is closed, you can't enter the city even if you have strong cultivation!"

Speaking of this, the man's face also suddenly appeared a crazy color: "don't think you can go to the city if you take my magic pen. Tell you that no one can use this dream magic pen except our blood. So you are waiting to die outside the city with me, ha ha ha ha! "

"Damn it!"

Hearing this scholar's words, Chu ten's heart sank.

"How about a deal?"

At the same time, Constantine suddenly asked, "we can give you the magic pen of the dream, but you must make a blood oath. As long as we give you the pen, you will take us into the city. We will not be guilty of the previous things. How about?"

For Constantine, the most important thing is to reach the top of Xumi mountain, so as long as he can enter Tianming city to avoid the descendants of evil spirits in the fog, he will not hesitate to return the dream magic pen to the scholar in the Confucian shirt.

"Give him the pen back. Are you kidding?"

"Let bygones be bygones. Look at the bear boy now!"

……

When he heard Constantine's words, the faces of Chu ten and other people suddenly showed a trace of anger, and Zhang Xie and Chu hang couldn't help shouting.

The scholar in the Confucian shirt killed the bear child. How could they easily let him go!

"Ha ha ha ha, the iron law of the first sage cannot be violated. Do you think Ma Yun will violate the iron law of the first sage for the sake of living? Dream! "

However, before Constantine could refute Zhang Xie and Chu Hang's words, the scholar in the Confucian shirt suddenly burst out laughing: "don't waste your time. Today, Ma Yun, even if I kill myself, I will stick to the iron law of forefathers. You can't enter the Tianming city for half a step!"

Speaking of this, the scholar in the Confucian shirt also showed a cold color in his eyes, and then said in a cold voice: "what's more, as long as you and I die in the hands of monsters in the fog, the magic pen of dreams that you have taken will find a new guardian in our family according to the connection with our blood. What's the harm if I die then?"

"Yes, I met a lunatic who didn't go into oil and salt!"

Seeing the Confucianist scholar's stubborn and crazy appearance, Chu Xun and others were also shocked and angry, and Constantine could not help but scold.

Of course, they want to kill this guy, but the problem is that if this guy doesn't help, they just can't get into this Tianming city. Once they are found by the descendants of those evil spirits in the fog, then with their current strength, they are only afraid of bad luck!

"Host, I may be able to help with the way to enter the city!"

However, at this critical moment, the voice of the system suddenly sounded in Chu Xun's mind: "I just scanned the magic pen of dream, and determined that the magic pen of dream was transformed from a sub-system combined with some external forces. Although after it was transformed into the magic pen of dream, the magic pen of dream has lost many abilities related to the system, It's not even a complete [system], but if I synchronize the data, even if I can't integrate the power, I should be able to control it preliminarily. "

"That is to say, you control the magic pen of dream?"

Hearing the words of the system, Chu Xun's face suddenly showed a surprise color, and then immediately said: "if so, what are you hesitating about? Control the magic pen of dream and take us to the city!"

"Yes!"

Hearing Chu Xun's words, the system immediately replied, "now the system starts to synchronize data!"

"In data synchronization, the synchronization rate is 5% 10%... 15%... "

The synchronization speed of the system is not slow. At a glance at the fog just approaching 500 meters in the distance, Chu Xun is also slightly relieved.

It seems that time should be available.

Thinking of this, Chu Xun's face also suddenly appeared a cold smile, and then turned his eyes to the scholar in the Confucian shirt. He said in a cold voice, "your name is Ma Yun, right? Is this dream magic pen very important to you?"

"The dream magic pen is a relic of our ancestors. It's the treasure of our family. The pen is in people's presence, and the pen is lost!"

Hearing Chu Xun's words, the scholar in the Confucian shirt suddenly sneered: "I know you're thinking of writing, but you don't have the chance. It won't be long before you die in the fog, and the magic pen will return to our hands again, ha ha ha ha! "

"Is it? I don't think so! "

However, looking at the crazy appearance of the scholar in the Confucian shirt, Chu Xun suddenly laughed.

At the same time, the sound of the system also sounded again from chuxun's mind.

Data synchronization complete!

"Seriously, we just passed by and didn't want to get into trouble, but we didn't expect to meet such an idiot as you."

At a glance, he was lying on the ground in the distance and had taken many pills, but he was still unconscious. Like an old bear child, Chu Xun's eyes flashed a fierce light. Then he took a deep breath and said in a cold voice, "don't you think this dream magic pen is more important than life? In that case, today I'll let you know what total despair is! "

At the next moment, Chu ten's right hand waved, and a black brush appeared in Chu ten's palm. At the same time, a little black light also came out from the brush, enveloping Chu ten's body.