Chapter 290 Bitter Pen

Wu Yan was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but look at the group of cultivators from Zizhu Island in a strange way.

Among the cultivators, there was an old man with a long beard dressed as a Confucian scholar, who was looking at him intentionally or unintentionally at this time, as if he was expecting something.

"My friend, don't panic. I am Ku Bi Weng from Zizhu Island in the South China Sea. If you are a disciple of the Demon Palace, you should have heard of my name." At this time, the old man with a long beard dressed as a Confucian scholar said to Wu Yan again with divine thoughts.

Wu Yan was slightly stunned, and then he understood a little. The cultivators from Zizhu Island must have seen him use the demon-transforming talisman. This kind of talisman can only be used by disciples of the Demon Palace. To be precise, the real demon-transforming talisman can only be used by the core disciples of the Demon Palace, and the disciples of the Demon God Sect who come from Lingnan.

Since Zizhu Island is in the South China Sea, which is adjacent to Lingnan, it is not surprising that they know some things about the Demon God Sect. They think so, and it is also reasonable. However, Wu Yan obviously had no intention of communicating with this cultivator, so the old scholar named Ku Bi Weng sent him two messages in a row, but he ignored them and continued to release magic light with the "Demon Feather Mixed Origin Mirror" to repair some minor cracks on the shield.

It was less than two hours, and it would take half a day for the Greedy Wolf King to set up the magic array. If he couldn't even last half a day, I'm afraid the three of them would be in danger.

Ku Bi Weng probably didn't expect that the core disciple of the Demon Palace who had just used the demon transformation talisman would act as if he had never heard of it after he reported his name. His face immediately darkened and he started to cry.

"My friend, I am a good friend of Marshal Zhu of the Demon Palace, so don't be suspicious. Tell me, is the one who is going through the tribulation below a demon beast or a great demon cultivator? If it is a great demon cultivator of the Demon Palace, I can communicate with him and help him resist the thunder tribulation together, how about it?" Ku Bi Weng continued to send a message to Wu Yan with a kind look.

Wu Yan showed a hint of hesitation on his face. After a moment of silence, he suddenly responded, "How can I believe what you said?"

When the bitter pen man heard Wu Yan's voice transmission response, he immediately showed a hint of joy on his face and continued, "Don't worry, my friend, I have a token from Marshal Zhu in my hand, which can prove my identity. I guess you are a disciple of the Demon Palace of the Demon God Sect, right? You should recognize Marshal Zhu's token."

As the bitter pen man said this, he appeared outside the protective formation where Wu Yan was. He patted his storage bag, took out a palm-sized silver token, showed it to Wu Yan, and said, "My friend, you should believe it now, right? Open the protective formation quickly and let me in, so that I can communicate with the big demon cultivator!"

"This? It seems that the senior is indeed familiar with the marshal? But, this protective formation was not set up by me, and I don't know how to open it?" Wu Yan said with hesitation on his face.

After the bitter pen master escaped, the Purple Bamboo Island monks who were bombarding the shield obviously reduced their bombardment force. The four immortals of Penglai and Xuan Qingzi of the Northern Sword Sect looked at the bitter pen master with gloomy and puzzled expressions. Xuan Qingzi even moved his lips, obviously asking the bitter pen master with the sound transmission technique.

The bitter pen master turned his head to look at Xuan Qingzi, and his lips kept moving a few times, as if explaining something.

After a while, after Xuan Qingzi's order, everyone stopped bombarding again.

At this time, the bitter pen master sent a sound transmission to Wu Yan again: "My friend, look, I didn't lie to you, did I? They have stopped attacking the shield after listening to my explanation."

"Senior, how do you know that I am a disciple of the Demon Palace?" Wu Yan said with a puzzled look.

"You just used the demon transformation talisman that only the core disciples of the Demon Mansion have? I am a close friend of Marshal Zhu, so of course I know some things about the core disciples of the Demon Mansion. My friend, please let me in. You see, the color of this second level of thunder tribulation is already golden. I have observed that the thunder-forbidden protective array set up by that great demon cultivator can only last until the end of the second level of thunder tribulation. According to the usual practice of great demon cultivators to overcome the tribulation, there are three levels of heavenly thunder. The three thunder tribulations of the first level have passed, and this second level has also passed once, with two more to go. Since he is overcoming the transformation thunder tribulation, he must endure the two Tiangang purple thunders of the third level to be considered successful. With the power of this protective array, it is simply difficult to last until the third level of thunder tribulation." In order to prove himself, the bitter pen man actually explained to Wu Yan in detail.

Wu Yan said, "Well, how about I go and talk to that senior right now? Let him decide."

Hearing Wu Yan's tone loosen, the bitter pen man immediately said without hesitation: "My friend, why bother so much? This protective array is obviously an external defense type forbidden array. It is difficult to get in, but it is easy to get out. My friend, you only need to use your magic power to break a gap, and I can go in. Don't worry, I will be the only one going in, and they are all waiting outside."

Wu Yan hesitated and looked indecisive. Seeing his expression, the bitter pen man lobbied more vigorously.

Suddenly, Wu Yan's face was stunned for a while, and then his body began to spray black demonic energy, and continued to expand and change. In the blink of an eye, it grew bigger.

The bitter pen man outside the protective array also showed a trace of astonishment on his face, but then frowned and said: "My friend, why haven't you taken this demon-transforming talisman yet? Don't you trust me?"

Wu Yan's body continued to expand, but he still used his mind to transmit his voice: "Ah, I just forgot to use the demon transformation talisman."

At this time, his demonization had taken shape, and a huge golden bull demon of six or seven feet tall appeared in the protective array.

There was a hint of joy on his ferocious bull demon face.

As expected, after the demonization, Wu Yan noticed that the demonic aura in his body had expanded unprecedentedly, especially the demonic energy that had been almost exhausted before, but now it was replenished a lot under the demonization. This was obviously the effect of the demon transformation talisman. Under the dual strange effects of the demon transformation talisman and the demon essence in the blood palace, most of the mana in his purple mansion dantian was transformed into demonic energy.

"Please wait a moment, senior. I will open the protective array for you after I have collected this demonization." The huge golden bull demon that Wu Yan transformed into transmitted his voice to the bitter pen man indistinctly.

"Forget it, don't bother, just open it now. I trust you very much." The bitter pen man hurriedly sent a message.

The Taurus demon that Wu Yan transformed into nodded, but he did not open the protective formation immediately. Instead, he took out a few things from his storage bag and held them in his right hand.

The bitter pen man obviously saw his action, but he said nothing. However, there was a hint of sneer in his eyes.

In the eyes of the bitter pen man, how could a small cultivator in the early stage of Jindan, even if he succeeded in demonization, be his opponent? These small actions were just wishful thinking.

At this time, Wu Yan stretched out his left hand, and the thick demon palm touched the protective shield, and a crack automatically appeared on it.

The bitter pen man showed a hint of ecstasy on his face, and immediately drilled in through the crack without hesitation.

However, as soon as he entered, before he could make any other moves, the protective array behind him immediately closed tightly together, and at the same time, the huge demon palm that had opened a gap in the protective array for him suddenly transformed into more than ninety strange golden bone whip whiskers.

Before Ku Bi Weng could react, the golden bone whip whiskers wrapped around him.

Ku Bi Weng was shocked, but he was a Yuanying cultivator after all, how could he be frightened by a small cultivator in the early stage of Jindan? He immediately opened his mouth and sprayed, and with a flash of light, a magic weapon was sprayed out.

Wu Yan's face was solemn at this moment, but his movements were like flowing clouds and water. He seemed to have anticipated all kinds of possible changes. His right palm suddenly threw upwards, and four blood-red flags suddenly floated in all directions.

Four spiritual consciousnesses split out at the same time and sank into the four blood-red flags. Without hesitation, he continuously cast dozens of strange spells at the four flags with his left palm.

The body of the bitter pen man suddenly shook, and his protective aura suddenly emerged, protecting him tightly. Although the golden bone whip whiskers on Wu Yan's left palm twisted hard, they could not break through the protective aura of the bitter pen man at all.

The light that the bitter pen man had just sprayed out now revealed its true form, which was actually a purple bamboo pen. The purple bamboo pen instantly turned into a giant pen several feet in size, and fiercely pointed at Wu Yan's head.

The four blood-colored flags were shaking at this time, covering Wu Yan and the bitter pen man in the flag formation. Gusts of magic winds scattered from the shaking flags.

The speed of the purple bamboo pen of the bitter pen man actually slowed down under the urging of the magic wind of one of the flags, but it still pointed at Wu Yan's head without hesitation.

Wu Yan's Taurus demon face showed a trace of surprise. But at this time, he could not be distracted at all. Regardless of anything, he still used the golden bone whip on his left palm to entangle the bitter pen man, trapping him temporarily, and his right hand continued to continuously enter the magic formula into the four large flags in all directions.

The purple bamboo pen magic weapon controlled by the bitter pen man finally stopped when it escaped to Wu Yan's eyebrows.

The face of the bitter pen man obviously showed a trace of shock and doubt, and he kept urging the purple bamboo pen to stab Wu Yan's head with his mind.

At this time, the twelve Yuanying period cultivators outside the formation had already gathered here when the change occurred. Xuan Qingzi shouted to the bitter pen man with his mind: "Bitter pen man, what are you doing? Use the magic weapon to blast open the protective formation!"

"Daoyou Kubi, open the protective formation quickly and let us in to help you!" The other cultivators all said anxiously.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared from below in the four huge blood flag formations. The black shadow did not stop and shouted: "Wu Yan, let him go, you control the flags with all your strength!"

After the black shadow flashed into the flag formation, it revealed its true form, and it turned out to be the Greedy Wolf King! He raised his two claws, one of which grabbed Ku Bi Weng's crown fiercely, and the other claw grabbed Ku Bi Weng's lower abdomen fiercely.