Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

“Wait, I’m sure I want to write that?”

“At the beginning, Xiao Ding seemed to have been scolded for more than half a year, right? No, I was scolded all the time and never stopped! ”

Thinking of this, Jiang Hao’s writing speed suddenly slowed down, and the cold sweat on his forehead was more, not tired, but panicked!

On Earth, there are still readers who try in every possible way to get the author’s address, send blades, inflatable dolls, women’s clothing and so on, but this is a mythical world.

The heavenly immortal Buddha and the heavenly demons can all look at it, if they feel very uncomfortable, send a few flying swords or something, then it’s good to say, the problem is afraid that people will personally come to the door, and it is still the kind that can’t be beaten, what to do?

Panicked, online, etc.

“They are all people who have practiced for thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years, so they shouldn’t be so glass-hearted————, right?” Jiang Hao smiled bitterly, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Just now, he just moved the idea of not writing about dead Baguio, and he hurt Wen Gong and shook Wen Palace.

Helpless, I can only write, after all, there is still a heavenly calamity on the head.

“It is a long sword, the body is completely without brilliance, it seems to be made of some strange stone, the sword body and the hilt are all one, it looks like an ordinary stone sword?”

With Jiang Hao’s writing, the Immortal Sword that was hanging on the wall in the outer heavens and in the Purple Xiao Palace trembled inexplicably.

The Tongtian Sect Lord felt it, and slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were actually like an ancient river of stars, deep and unfathomable.

He raised his hand slightly, pinched his fingers, and everything was already clear in his heart, he slowly stood up, and the red-purple magic robe on his body was windless.

The robe was embroidered with the sun, moon and stars, but it was not deliberately depicted, but the avenue appeared, following the saint for many years, even if it was a robe, it was already extraordinary.

“Interesting!”

The Tongtian Sect Lord seemed to be interested, and he left step by step, disillusioned step by step, as if he was coming from the open heaven and earth, and the supreme aura was pervasive and full of light, making people want to kowtow and worship him.

The strength of a strong person in this realm is beyond imagination!

The Tongtian Sect Lord walked to the gate of the Zixiao Palace, but his footsteps suddenly stopped, and he remembered that he was still being punished, and he could not leave without the permission of the Dao Ancestor.

“Hey!”

The Tongtian Sect Lord let out a long sigh, and he seemed to remember those unbearable pasts.

“I don’t know, how are my disciples doing?” The Tongtian Sect Lord looked at the chaos and was silent, and after a long time, he waved his sleeves and returned to the Purple Xiao Palace again.

How is the Tongtian Sect Leader, Jiang Hao doesn’t know, he is now writing the most heart-wrenching and unforgettable scene of “The Immortal”, which is an eternal classic.

“Under the blessing of the Immortal Sword Array, the Immortal Ancient Sword Array bloomed with unparalleled light, and it split down!”

“At this moment, the heaven and earth suddenly fell silent, and a figure with a faint, crisp bell sound, came to Zhang Xiaofan’s side, and pushed it away!”

“It seems that the voice that has been sleeping for thousands of years quietly sounded at this moment, softly chanting: Nine ghosts and spirits, gods and demons of the heavens, with my blood, sacrificed, three lives and seven lives, forever fallen Yan Luo, only for love, although death is not regretted.”

“With her flesh, she blocked the edge of the Immortal Ancient Sword, and at that moment, she was the only brilliance in heaven and earth!”

This scene also emerged in this world, immortals, Buddhas, demons, demons, and many powerful people watched this scene silently.

And at this moment, there was one person who was not used to it, and she couldn’t see it, and she made a move.

Her appearance was covered by a mighty force, and she couldn’t see it clearly, but the ice muscle-like skin and the constantly flowing dress gave her a peerless demeanor, like a fairy in the dust.

And this is exactly the case, she is powerful and does not need any doubt.

“Since you have entered the Nine Ghosts and fallen Yan Luo, then come to me!”

Pingxin Niangniang made a move, and in an instant, the fairy light on her body skyrocketed, turning into a brilliant river of stars, surrounding her, and a powerful aura was surging.

She reached out and grabbed the Hehuan Bell, and there was still a soul of Baguio in the bell, but this was a vision, not a real Acacia Bell, but a phantom that appeared in this world through the literary atmosphere.

“If I want it, do you dare to give it?”

Pingxin Niangniang sneered, she seemed to be interfered by a powerful force, she was a little angry, the stars on her slender jade hand appeared, densely packed, and then turned into a line, through countless planes, and came to the Immortal World.

In the Immortal World, a jade hand that was so white that it didn’t look like words, crossed the heavenly dome and grabbed the Hehuan Bell.

Zhang Xiaofan: “…”

Ghost King: “…”

Dao Xuan Zhenren: “…”

Jiang Hao was dumbfounded, it seemed to be a real Hehuan Bell, not a phantom that appeared with the help of his literary style.

Even more terrifying is later, the book “Xianxian” automatically appeared a line of font: the sky dome suddenly cracked, a big hand took the Hehuan bell, and there was no trace since.

“Nima? And this operation? How should I write it later! ”

Jiang Hao almost collapsed.