Following the voice, everyone saw the thin boy.

The young man tilted his head, staring intently at the qi machine word column, his eyes flickered brightly and darkly, and his mouth recited words, as if he was reading from a book, his eyes flashed from time to time, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head, sometimes incomprehensible, sometimes in a trance, but there was a faint pleasure on his face, as if he was enjoying it very much.

"Three ways of time...... Sink...... Chaos ...... Authentic ......"

"Heaven and earth are eternal with the universe, and the universe is crossed, and under the heavens, the other way is like the passing ......"

"Eternal and endless, there is a cliff in the air, and after the cliff, there is a primitive ......"

The young man's voice was choppy and unclear, but there was a deep surprise on everyone's faces.

It didn't take long for the boy to start moving.

He squatted on the ground and stretched out his fingers to draw circles on the dirt.

One, two, three...... The circles he drew were twisted and crossed, crooked, and looked like children's graffiti.

But no matter the disciples of Canghai Academy, the disciples of the Holy Dao Academy, or the monks of the Mixed Sea, they would not think that this young man was just playing. The second-generation masters rushed to accept him as an apprentice, Luo Chuan came to Canghai Academy on this trip, and he only came for this young man, and it can even be said that today's Demon Taoist Palace attacked, and such a big movement was also indirectly caused by him.

Such a young man who can make the second generation of the master and ancestor compete for red skin and attract the peerless Tianjiao Luo Chuan, his every move will inevitably cause people to think deeply.

Gradually, the eyes of many academy disciples and Mixed Sea Cultivators with high Dao Rank became blurred, and there was nothing else in their eyes, only the overlapping circles of Dao.

A third-generation disciple of Canghai Academy's face turned red. Raising his head suddenly, he pulled his gaze out, his forehead drenched in sweat. He looked at the young man in a complicated way, then turned his head to look at the qi machine word column, but suddenly found that he had faintly seen something.

Many monks came back to their senses, and they all looked at the qi machine word pillar, their faces full of amazement.

At this time, how did they not know that the circle drawn by this young man who could read the scriptures was another way of expressing the scriptures written by Luo Chuan. It's just that this way of expressing it is comparative. Some are superficial and simple. And it is only a small part, not yet complete, like a weakened version of Luo Chuan's scriptures.

Rao was like this, and everyone's eyes were full of shock when they looked at the young man.

The scriptures that the second generation of teachers and ancestors could not read. But he could read it. You can even understand it and express it in your own way...... No wonder the second-generation masters and ancestors are vying to accept him as an apprentice. Luo Chuan also did not hesitate to offend Canghai Academy for him. Such a character can no longer be explained by genius, it is simply a demonic monster!

Xue Wang......

Many of the academy disciples secretly remembered names that were still unfamiliar before today. They had a strong instinct that in the near future, millions of monks in the sea would probably be singing the name...... The premise is that Canghai Academy can escape today's catastrophe.

Bang!

Thousands of blood-colored Xiaoyue finally crushed the barrier built by the scripture qi machine, enveloped and destroyed Miè's power and murderous aura, and pressed towards Canghai Academy again.

The faces of everyone in Canghai Academy were gloomy, and their hearts were cold, but at this moment, the white scroll under Luo Chuan's pen flew in mid-air, and the scriptures on the second page flew up together, like shining stars, whistling and singing, welcoming the thousand blood-colored small moon.

Every word changes, and this change is not a change in the font itself, but it seems to be constantly transforming and rising. Each word has its own meaning and charm, and they are combined together as one, scattered, and countless paths!

The text on the second page is not built as a barrier like the first page, but is wrapped in the morality of time, facing the blood-colored moon falling from the sky.

Thousands of scripture characters hit thousands of blood moons, but they only resisted for a while, and in the blink of an eye, they were smashed by Xiao Yue, turning into a circle of flickering powder, floating in the air.

Thousands of miles away, the woman who was blowing the flute and controlling the moon had obviously comprehended the method of cracking it in the first confrontation, and her own strength was terrifying, coupled with a big killing weapon such as the Star Destroying Moon Wheel, she naturally had an advantage.

At this time, Luo Chuan had already written five pages.

He didn't lift his head or blink his eyelids, as if he didn't feel the disappointment of the monks around him, and he continued to write and pluck the pages.

Wow...... Wow......

Pages and pages of scriptures flew towards the sky with a moral qi machine, words like stars, whistling like thunder, gathering and scattering, changing from time to time, rushing towards the blood-colored moon one after another.

The sound of the flute was raised, and under the traction of the moon wheel mother fetus in the distance, the blood-colored small moon also began to change, and the blood mist of the Dao Palace in the middle of the moon was spreading, as if the demon god who stretched out thousands of arms and legs cut to the scriptures blocked in front of him.

Although the speed of the blood-colored Xiaoyue's fall was slowed down, Luo Chuan's three-page scriptures were shattered under the impact of the blood-colored Xiaoyue, and the words could not be written, and the ink faded and turned into powder, and they were all raised.

Looking at the unstoppable blood moon that fell from the sky, the monks in Canghai Academy all showed bitterness.

It is very rare for Luo Chuan to last so long.

Once he attains the Tao Sutra, he will be able to return to the truth and become a generation of moral masters.

But morality is morality, battle is battle, the strength of the Lord of the Demon Dao Palace is far more than Luo Chuan, Luo Chuan's scripture is against the sky, even if it is really a "Book of Heaven", but it is limited by his own strength, how easy is it to stop the killing of the Lord of the Demon Palace?

On the seventh page, Luo Chuan's writing slowed down.

And at this time, the killing moon in the sky was only a hundred zhang away from Canghai Academy.

A hundred zhang away, in the blink of an eye, Luo Chuan still didn't look up, his left hand waved, and the scriptures on the sixth page flew upward.

Seeing Luo Chuan's old trick repeated, many monks secretly shook their heads, but they also knew in their hearts that in the face of that woman's strong move, Luo Chuan was afraid that there was no good way. Not to mention Luo Chuan, there are only a handful of people in the land of mixed sea who can block that woman's half-pillar of incense.

The words on the sixth page flew into the air, but this time, they didn't directly face the blood moon.

Tick......

A hundred feet above Canghai Academy, thousands of scriptures suddenly changed and turned into thousands of water droplets. Water droplets expand, spread, and connect...... In the blink of an eye, a long river appeared under thousands of small moons, forming an interception trend.

"Is it the river again......

A academy disciple muttered in a low voice, not trying to hide the disappointment on his face.

Although the thousands of time phantom rivers before hid Canghai Academy for a while, they were useless in the face of the blood-colored moon wheel. Although Luo Chuan is a terrifying genius whose Taoism is comparable to that of the second generation of ancestors, he is also a human being, and to this day, he is also poor in skills.

Many academy disciples thought so.

"Not true. ”

At this moment, a scholar's eyes lit up.

Everyone turned their heads to look and recognized it as a prestigious and generous Taoist from Canghai Academy.

"This river...... It's so real!" Dafang Daoist sighed, although he couldn't see the reality of the long river above his head, but he could feel the difference.

Compared with the thousands of illusory rivers before, the long river in front of me seems to be truly existing.

"It's a long river of time. ”

In the cannon fodder camp, Wang Hu's eyes lit up, and he thought in his heart, with excitement on his face: "The boss has finally succeeded!"

The brothers in the cannon fodder camp all showed excitement and excitement, they had all practiced in the Time Illusion River, and they also knew that there was a river above the Time Illusion River. In that river, there is also the morality of time, but every qiē in the river is not illusory, but a real existence, which is the long river of time!

The long river of time has always existed between heaven and earth, but just like time, it has always existed from ancient times to the present, but it cannot be touched or seen, and occasionally there will be great powers to forcibly open the long river of time, or go back to the past, or travel through the future...... But more, all of them only exist in legends.

After all, time is the existence of the way of heaven, and the long river of time is extremely dangerous, even if the sages are afraid, they will not be able to change history in the long river of time.

Although there are legends in the cultivation world about the long river of time, they are only legends, because even if someone crosses the long river of time and goes back to the past, there is no way to know.

At present, Luo Chuan has the Tao to write the scriptures, and he actually relied on the moral qi in the scriptures to open up a long river of time!

It's simply breathtaking!

In mid-air, Luo Chuan's arm trembled, and his face turned slightly pale.

Relying on the moral qi of the time when he was writing, he led the upper way and forcibly opened up a long river of time that he could not bear by himself, almost exhausting his vitality.

Although he has comprehended the true way of time, this way is above all things in heaven and earth, and it is beyond his control today. He would not have been able to do this without the unfinished Shijing, which was beyond his control.

is really as he said, only with a clear conscience can he reach the top of the road.

Today's catastrophe, perhaps only by relying on this long river of time can we turn the tide!

In the blink of an eye, the seventh page was also full, Luo Chuan took a deep breath, strengthened his strength, and with a wave of his palm, the seventh page cut through the air, rose upward, and drilled into the long river of time above.

The long river of time drained thousands of miles, across the sky, and thousands of small moons were collected together and melted into the long river of time.

Wow...... Wow......

In the sky above the academy, the white water flows, and there is no boundary, and the deceased is like a husband.

The blood-colored moon wheel hangs high above the long river of time, and under the control of the sound of the flute, it is still and seemingly helpless in the face of the long river of time.

There was silence, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be quiet, leaving only the river flooding and flowing, impacting the hearts of the monks inside and outside the academy.

On the surface of the chaotic sea, the demon monks looked at the long river surrounding the Canghai Academy in shock, their expressions were complicated and frightened, they didn't know what it was, but they could feel a terrifying morality that was boundless and vast, as if it had come from the ancient times and sailed towards the endless future.

After an instant, a burst of cheers erupted in Canghai Academy, and many disciples of Canghai Academy cried with joy.

They were all celebrating happily for the rest of their lives, and no one noticed that Luo Chuan's face began to become solemn.

At this moment, after a short silence, the sound of the flute sounded again. (To be continued......)