At this moment I revive the Chinese gods

Three days later, there was a mountain of books piled up on the open ground in front of the Huangjiashan gate.

Among them, there are many classic martial arts cheats of saints, and even rare books such as practice methods, but now they are all piled up like garbage.

Figures of Zhao Feiyu, Huang Li and others slowly came out from the mountain gate.

"Brother Zhao, these are the books that I asked my disciples to collect according to your instructions. There are probably hundreds of thousands of books!" Huang Li pointed to the mountain of books in front of him and explained to Zhao Feiyu.

Zhao Feiyu looked up, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Not bad, these books should be enough!"

"Brother Zhao, what are you doing with these books? Don't tell me you want to study hard at the gate of this mountain all night?" Huang Ling'er stretched out her slender hand to poke her snowy chin, her beautiful eyebrows fluttered slightly, and she suddenly woke up and said.

"Nonsense!" Zhao Feiyu couldn't help but smirk, reached out and knocked on her forehead hard, and said, "I said that I will set up a protective formation for you, of course these books are used to set up the formation!"

"Set up? Use these books?"

Tang Aotian was stunned, and he and the three-legged Jinwu looked at each other, and they both saw the astonishment in each other's eyes.

Even though they have lived for so many years, they have never heard of anyone using books to form formations, and it is such a large-scale clan protection formation.

"Okay, okay, you all step back and watch me operate honestly!" Zhao Feiyu knew that these people couldn't understand, so he didn't explain at all, and just waved his hands and pushed the idlers aside.

After being shut down, several people could only retreat to the side in resentment, and watched how Zhao Feiyu operated in a fit of anger.

I saw Zhao Feiyu's whole body burst into momentum, his left foot stepped on the ground, the mountain shook and the ground trembled for a moment, and the majestic divine power directly acted on the mountain of books, causing all of them to soar up immediately, mixing into a sea of ​​books.

The sea of ​​books did not fall, but miraculously suspended in the air.

The sky was so dark that it even turned black.

If all the creatures within a thousand miles looked up at the sky at this moment, they would clearly not see the shadow covering the sky.

"change!"

Zhao Feiyu opened his hands, and suddenly he was full of pride, and the sea of ​​books in the sky quickly spun between his hands, turning into a strange tornado.

But this tornado will not absorb anything, instead it is slowly dissolving itself.

The ink on the book is dissolving, and then gathers to form a pure black vast river in the sky, mighty and mighty, like a miracle.

Everyone was speechless watching this unbelievable scene.

Suddenly, the three-legged Golden Crow seemed to have discovered something, and said with a sense of shock:

"Could it be that the master wants to use these inks to write an unprecedented formation?"

At this remark, everyone, including Tang Aotian, was stunned.

"I've only heard of someone using ink to write talismans on it, but I've never heard of anyone using ink to write a formation, and it's a large formation of the guardian!" Huang Li retorted with dry lips.

However, Tang Aotian shook his head with a wry smile, and said: "No, no, you are wrong. In fact, the formation is a big talisman, and the talisman is a small formation. The two are connected, and there is no absolute boundary between them!"

"An excellent talisman master may not be able to become a formation mage, but a formation mage is definitely an excellent talisman master!"

His eyes never left the miraculous picture in the sky, and his expression showed unprecedented shock and admiration, and he said with a smile:

"It's just that no one has ever been this crazy!"

"This young man is really amazing. I see endless possibilities from him. Maybe one day he will stand on the real pinnacle of the world!"

Listening to Tang Aotian's emotional voice, everyone fell silent.

The same is true for Huang Li, who has always been arrogant in the past.

If the former Zhao Feiyu could still make him look up, then seeing this scene now, he would only have a sour taste in his heart.

What's really hard to come by, this is it!

"Congeal!"

Zhao Feiyu moved his hands together, like an experienced conductor, the huge sea of ​​books in the sky turned into dense fog of ink in an orderly manner under his precise control.

Tang Aotian was right at all.

He wanted to draw an unprecedented large formation, which would shock the world and weep ghosts and gods!

In the world before Zhao Feiyu, there has always been such a saying:

knowledge is power!

Knowledge comes from books, and the power of books is the most powerful and sacred in the world.

There are countless inks in countless books, and he wants to use the ink left by the predecessors to write this world-shocking formation.

For a moment, there was a strong wind between the sky and the earth, and the invisible air machine wrapped around Zhao Feiyu's side, as if helping him to prepare together.

In the vast world of hundreds of millions of miles in the Tianchi plane, countless people seem to feel something, and they all look up at the sky, and there is a roar of the dark heaven.

The rulers of the various sects and sects in the world all stood up solemnly at this moment, and bowed to the Huang Family Mountain Gate, which was countless distances away.

This prostration means surrender.

These proud overlords surrendered to a family they had never met or even heard of, or to Zhao Feiyu!

At this moment, Zhao Feiyu is the god of this world!

But now he doesn't have time to care about these things.

Even he had to concentrate on such a vast formation, and if he made a mistake, his previous efforts would be wasted.

Seeing that the ink in the sky was almost concentrated, Zhao Feiyu's eyes shone brightly, and under his gaze, the sun and the moon lost their color.

Zhao Feiyu's figure suddenly flew up, suspended above the height of [-] meters, beside him was the condensed ink sea.

"Pen!"

Zhao Feiyu's voice sounded like an oracle.

At the same time, he stretched out his palm and held it far away in the air, actually holding a nothingness pen.

He dipped the nib of the pen into the sea of ​​ink and filled it with ink, then he pointed at the Huangjia Mountain Gate facing the sky below him.

The mellow black notes fell on the mountain gate, on the red wall, in the elegant courtyard, in the pond and waterfall in the back mountain... But it didn't leave any color.

This stroke is like a projection, projecting the outline of the great formation into the world.

However, if this is the case, everyone has already felt the terrifying aura contained in it.

At the beginning, Zhao Feiyu's strokes were neat and neat, and he wrote very carefully. As time passed, his writing speed became faster and faster, like a violent storm.

In the end, he even stuck the nib of the pen directly into the sea of ​​ink, and then swayed it into the air without any rules or regulations.