Chapter 1687

"Huh? What?!"

"It's a pen."

"There is something wrong, what are you doing with the pen at the critical moment, writing a suicide note?"

"Writing a fart, it's all over this level, is it too late? There must be a conspiracy."

Immediately, someone sensed that Xia Ping had taken out a magic weapon. Their spiritual sense was extremely keen, and they sensed the extraordinary aura emanating from this golden pen, which created a strong sense of threat.

They didn't believe that this kid took out a pen at this critical moment to write a suicide note, and he must have a big secret, so he took it out now.

"kill!"

Xia Ping didn't talk nonsense with this group of people at all, he gripped the reincarnation brush tightly, poured his mana into it, and swiped lightly towards the void.

Boom!

In an instant, the reincarnation brush erupted with a terrifying sharp edge. It was a white cold light, as if it tore the sky in half, and it was terrifying.

The one closest to Xia Ping was the Wandu Peach Blossom Formation of the Wandumen, and many disciples of the Wandumen were also the first to be hit by this white cold light.

Immediately, they couldn't even react, and the entire formation was torn apart like tofu, completely collapsing, unable to withstand such sharp force at all.

Even the bodies of these Wandu sect disciples were hit by this sharp edge, and the incisions were smooth, as if they were hit by a peerless sharp sword, their hairs were blown off, and their entire bodies were cut in half.

"Ahhh!!!"

The disciples of the Wandu Sect let out screams, and they suddenly realized that not only their bodies were cut in half, but even their souls were severely injured when they were hit by this sharp edge.

Obviously, the power of this pen can damage their souls through the virtual network.

If it is said that ordinary deaths in the virtual universe, their soul energy can be recovered after only one month of rest, but now it is possible to recover after at least three years of rest.

"Go to hell."

Instantly wiped out many disciples of the Wandu sect, Xia Ping didn't stop. With Kunpeng wings on his back, he was extremely fast.

He swiped lightly again, and seven or eight sharp forces appeared in the void, splitting the void, dividing yin and yang, and forming a terrifying killing net.

Boom~~~

The angel Liuhe array arranged by those angels was instantly defeated, and even their bodies were hit by these sharp forces, and they were cut into seven or eight pieces in an instant, dripping with blood.

Endless white light bloomed from their bodies, it was angel light, trying to annihilate all energy attacks, but it was useless to the reincarnation pen, even the angel light was cut in half.

With just one blow, these angels were wiped out, leaving no one behind.

"The reincarnation brush is really too strong, it really is the reincarnation method that divides life and death."

Xia Ping was very shocked. He felt that the power of this pen was beyond imagination. Even if it is sealed now, but with its own sharp power, it is enough to kill everything. It is comparable to a peerless spiritual weapon, a half-step holy weapon.

He felt that with this pen, it was too easy to defeat the enemy.

No matter what supernatural power the enemy uses, no matter what magic weapon they are wearing, as long as the reincarnation brush is lightly stroked, it can be cut into two halves and completely shattered.

Even as he manipulated the writing brush, fully aroused the power of the reincarnation pen, every hair on the tip of the pen seemed to be able to arouse a sharp force, beheading everything, cutting yin and yang, drawing reincarnation, and setting the universe.

It is impossible to imagine how terrifying the power of the reincarnation brush in its heyday is.

But fortunately, the Samsara pen was sealed, otherwise, relying on the power of the Samsara pen in its heyday, one breath would be enough to suck all the magic power from his body and become a human being.

"Damn it, what kind of magic weapon is this?"

"It's too strong, we can't resist it at all."

"My God, I'm wearing a high-grade defensive spiritual weapon. With just one blow like this, I'm torn in half, and even my body is cut into more than a dozen pieces. I can't stop it at all."

"Holy artifact, this is definitely a powerful sacred artifact."

"It's too much, this is a foul, how can this bastard have a holy weapon on him, it's not reasonable at all."

"By the way, this may be the supreme treasure left behind by the Panwu Pagoda. It is the treasure he obtained through the Panwu Fifth Floor Trial Pagoda. It is the relic of the Panwu Saint."

"Damn it, how could this devil get such a treasure? In this way, who else can resist his fierce power? The heavens are really unfair."

Everyone howled, very unwilling, countless of them teamed up and set up a large formation, trying to quickly suppress this Wu Wudi, so that he would never be reborn forever.

But the opponent just relied on a pen to kill everywhere and easily defeated them. How can they be convinced? It's really not reconciled.

But Xia Ping, regardless of whether the group of people are willing or unwilling, all enemies who dare to stand in front of him will be wiped out. He holds the reincarnation pen, killing wantonly like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

Every time he appeared, with a swipe of the reincarnation pen, a large formation collapsed, and the group of people suffered backlash, vomiting blood and being seriously injured.

Then he swiped again, and these seriously injured people were cut into a dozen pieces, turned into a mass of fragments, suffered heavy injuries, and quickly disappeared into the virtual universe.

"No, we are not his opponent at all."

"This holy artifact is really too strong, standing in front of it is death."

"Retreat, retreat quickly, and don't make fearless sacrifices."

"This magic weapon is so weird that it can even harm the soul of the main body. Even if the virtual universe is weakened, it won't be of much use. Don't die here in vain."

A group of people fled, terrified to the extreme. They got the news that those who were beheaded by the reincarnation brush seemed to have suffered serious soul injuries, and some were seriously injured and fell into a coma.

Although they didn't die, they were worse than death. It's an unbearable burden that they don't even know how much resources and time it will take to make up for the severe trauma of their souls.

Hearing this news, they were finally scared. Even if they stayed in the virtual universe, they didn't necessarily have an immortal body, and there were still tyrannical treasures that could seriously injure their souls.

"Well, the breath seems to be gradually getting stronger."

Xia Ping's eyes showed a gleam. He found that as the reincarnation pen killed more enemies, the aura it emitted became stronger and stronger, and the first seal on it was gradually weakened.

And the force of sharp edges one after another became more and more terrifying, those enemies couldn't resist at all, and often a white light blasted towards them, and the group of people died.

"So, devouring the soul, can you unseal the seal of the Samsara Pen and enhance the power of the Samsara Pen?"

Xia Ping quickly figured out the reason, the reincarnation pen must have the ability to devour souls, and can keep it for himself.

Thinking of this, he became even more excited. As long as he killed all these enemies, he believed that he would be able to unseal the Samsara Pen faster and increase the power of the Samsara Pen.