Empress Tianxian looked indifferently at the formation of the black spear, as if she was just looking at the scenery, but all the wind directions in the sky flowed, but they all obeyed her wishes.

A strange glow fell from the sky, and the black spear shook through the sky and began to fall.

Countless whistling sounds sounded from the sky, as if countless invisible demon kings were roaring and walking.

The black spear fell faster than a meteor, and with a snap, the black spear stabbed into a shield erected by the Divine Hell Mountain.

This shield of the Divine Hell Mountain Armor should be the strongest shield in the entire Southern Dynasty.

The black spear couldn't penetrate the shield, and it exploded.

But the countless black dust that exploded did not fly to the fullest, but instantly formed a mountain, a black mountain.

The surging power that followed, like a real mountain, pressed down on this shield.

The cultivator in the armor of the Divine Hell Mountain snorted.

His knees bent down, countless dazzling sparks splashing from his knee armor.

The Empress Dowager Tianxian sneered disdainfully.

Her intact eyebrows only raised slightly, and several more crystalline lights lit up in front of her.

Around this Divine Hell Mountain Armor, a crystal bubble is being generated.

The lead dust and dust that were raised upwards were trapped in this crystalline bubble.

Many of the energies that were beneficial to the cultivators were all withdrawn from this bubble by inexplicable forces, and those that were not good for the cultivators, and the dust that blocked the communication between the cultivators and the Heaven and Earth Vitality were all trapped in this bubble.

This Divine Hell Mountain Armor is like a fish trapped in dry sand, which will dry up and die of thirst.

However, at this moment, in an alley behind the Empress Dowager Tianxian, the sound of wooden fish sounded.

An old monk dressed in a white monk's robe came from the alley, holding a small red wooden fish in his left hand, and constantly tapping the red wooden fish with the knuckles of his right finger and middle finger.

As the sound of a somewhat muffled wooden fish continued to sound, there was also a rumbling echo in the sky.

It's like the thunder before a summer thunderstorm.

However, there was no thunder in the sky, and some strange starlight appeared directly behind the Empress Dowager Tianxian like a cluster of shining arrows, and kept falling on the back of the Empress Dowager Tianxian.

Countless cracking sounds sounded, but the clothes on the Empress Dowager Tianxian did not have the slightest tear, and it was only the vitality that kept breaking.

Vitality and vitality continued to tear behind her, and many visible ripples touched her clothes, but they were never able to break through the last line of defense, and could not pose any threat to her body.

The old monk who came over had countless small wounds on his hands, and drops of scarlet blood seeped out and fell on the wooden fish, making the wooden fish even redder.

The Empress Dowager Huo Ran turned around, she was still carrying her hands.

As she turned, a powerful force shook all the cold stars that flew towards her out.

Her substantive-like gaze was nailed to the old monk's body, and she said coldly: "You are not a monk, you should have been a Taoist before!"

"The Tao is nameless, I have nothing to do, and what is the difference between the monk and the Tao. There were dots of blood on the moon-white monk's robe on the old monk's body, like countless peach blossoms blooming, but he laughed instead, and said: "So many Taoist temples in Jiankang have been destroyed by your hands because of your preferences, how many people have died, how many people have a difficult life, you don't care about these, but do you care if I am wearing a Taoist robe or a monk's robe?"

"Snakes and rats, but they dare to show their faces today?" The Empress Dowager Tianxian seemed to calm down a little, and the continuous battle calmed her anger a little and restored her cold instincts.

As she said this, the breath that came out of her mouth seemed to turn those cold stars into countless tail-dragging starlight, which passed through the turbulent fluctuations of vitality between her and the old monk and fell on the old monk.

The old monk's body resounded with a dense and dull thrust, like countless gravels pounding the tent in the midst of a storm.

The old monk had many small but piercing wounds on his body.

"If you dare to come, don't go. ”

The Empress Dowager Tianxian looked at these fatal wounds and sneered.

However, at this moment, her smile suddenly froze slightly.

The tip of a pen sliced across the bubble that trapped the Hell's Mountain Armor.

A middle-aged scribe appeared there.

The middle-aged scribe seemed to be writing with ink until he took a few breaths, and his body and hands were stained with ink because he was in such a hurry that he walked.

The tip of the brush was the softest thing, but it swept over the bubble that trapped the armor of the Divine Prison Mountain, and the bubble cracked.

Countless lead dust inside poured out with the turbid gas expelled outward, but it was wonderfully and constantly flowing into the tip of the pen in his hand.

The tip of his brush became brighter and darker. All that lead dust seemed to have become the ink in his pen.

"Spring and Autumn Pen!"

The Empress Dowager Tianxian was only a little shocked at this time, she turned around again and looked at the middle-aged scribe in disbelief, "Song Qilin?"

"Not bad. ”

The middle-aged scribe looked at her with some emotion and said: "He Xiu is dead, Shen Yue is also dead, only you are alive, so you are a saint, today you killed Nantian with a knife, which proves that Shen Yue is dead, but you haven't thought about it, there are still many people alive, and many of Shen Yue's brothers and friends are still alive." ”

"Are you really not afraid of death?"

The Empress Dowager Tianxian's face changed slightly, and she almost roared.

Of course, she didn't care whether those Qin family members were afraid of death or not, but these people were already worthy of her attention, and in her perception, there was more than one person like Song Qilin.

Since Xiao Yan ascended the throne and ushered in the spiritual famine, although the Southern Dynasties and the Northern Wei Dynasty fought on the border, Jiankang City has been like a pool of stagnant water and has been silent for a long time.

With her appearance tonight, the city seems to have completely revived and boiled completely.

She felt the boundless hostility.

The city is full of enemies.

The whole city seemed to be turning against her.

"Between life and death, there is great fear, but my generation of monks naturally thinks about the meaning of a lifetime of cultivation. ”

Song Qilin looked at her and said seriously: "Now it seems that trying to kill you should be a very meaningful thing." ”

The Empress Dowager Tianxian didn't reply, because she didn't have time to reply yet.

Around this old book building, in all the ditches and gutters, those water currents that originally flowed quietly or quietly became bright at this moment, and they were faintly colorful colors.

The droplets of water broke away from the current and flew upwards instead.