Everyone looked at Jun Immortal with dull faces, is this still a player in the Open Pulse Realm?

With a light slap, a peak of origin is gone?

"He, he seems to be ...... Break through to the Golden Body Realm ......"

Si Ye was shocked in his heart, could he cause such a big sensation just by breaking the realm?

This chaotic air current, even their origin powerhouse approached, and they felt a trace of danger.

The literati of Hengguo and Qianguo lost their minds slightly, and then silently retracted their feet, their faces solemn.

They were also very worried in their hearts, if this guy Jun Immortal broke out indiscriminately, wouldn't they be like the great Confucian Li Cheng, and turn into ashes on the spot?

"Hum—"

There was a mysterious fairy sound, and this temple instantly turned into powder.

Nine-colored fairy light appeared in the sky, and the sky was falling.

After that, the immortal light was extinguished, the sky turned into chaos, and the air flow gradually fell, pouring into the Guozi Prison, and wrapped around Jun Immortal's body.

Seeing this scene, Hengguo's great Confucian Master Cui was thinking quickly in his heart, should he leave this place now?

Cui Shi was supported by others, his face was prostration, the corners of his mouth were still covered with blood foam, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I have sacrificed wine, the old man is unwell, so I will go back to the post station to rest first." ”

The sacrificial wine glanced at Master Cui, didn't see anything unusual about the other party, and nodded slightly: "Hmm." ”

The two great Confucians of Hengguo and Qianguo, who are now dead and wounded, are also bored to stay here.

But they breathed a bad breath today.

The two poems "Light Rain in Early Spring" and "Spring Dawn" can be said to shake the world and will go down in history in the future.

At that time, the annals of history are recorded as follows: In the early spring of the 10,000th year of the Yuanzhou calendar, the immortal Marquis of Xiaoyao was immortal in the Guozijian and felt that the sacrificial wine had shouted wonderful.

The sacrificial wine showed a smile of relief, fame is still a thing, and it still has to be relied on.

However, when Master Cui and his party were about to leave, Jun Immortal's eyes suddenly looked this way.

Suddenly, Cui Shi's limbs stiffened, the expression on his face froze, and his eyes revealed deep fear.

Zou Wei narrowed his eyes, Jun Immortal did not intend to let Hengguo and Qianguo, the two literati and handsome, leave, there may be Jun Immortal's own reason in it.

Lord Shoufu's face was calm, and he said lightly: "Don't worry, now that the Marquis of Xiaoyao is preaching the golden body, the power is endless, this place is the safest place, if you leave this country, I am afraid that you will be affected by the disaster of Yuwei, so let's stay here first." ”

Zou Wei's gas machine exploded, blockading the Guozijian, and no one could get out of here for half a step.

"Master Cui......"

The faces of the literati changed slightly, and the first assistant of the Yan Kingdom did not intend to let them go.

Cui Shi seemed to be dozens of years old overnight, looking at the handsome young man who was slowly rising into the air, his face was solemn, and he had no choice but to say: "What Lord Shoufu said is extremely true. ”

......

The Golden Body Realm is the realm of rebirth, and it is also the best period for forging the Dharma Body.

Only by shedding the mortal womb and replacing it with copper skin and iron bones can he withstand the powerful power brought by the Dharma Body.

Jun Immortal could feel the process of rebirth, but his physique was already the best, and his body refining skills had reached the level of "blood rebirth", and even Emperor Zun could not kill him.

That's why he dared to go down the mountain.

If he dies if he is touched by the emperor, then he might as well continue to stay in Lingjian Mountain.

"Holy Fetal Golden Bone. ”

Jun Immortal half-squinted his eyes, he felt that it was not enough, although this was very strong for others, but for Jun Immortal, with his luck, the Holy Fetus Golden Bone was far from enough.

If you want to kill a saint, you have to be stronger than a saint!

If the same realm wants to kill the other party, if you are not careful, the other party will use means to escape.

Since you want to fight, you must have the strength to crush the opponent 100%.

The nine saint statues manifested behind Jun Immortal, the holy intent was monstrous, and the chaotic air flow had been circulating in Jun Immortal's body.

"There you go. ”

Jun Immortal's eyes lit up, and there are three themes in today's poetry competition, namely early spring, willow trees, and plum blossoms.

Now he has written poems about early spring and willows, but plum blossoms have not yet.

This...... He is going to appear before men again.

How embarrassing is that......

"Today, I watched the plum blossoms in the garden of Dean Meng Chen, and happened to meet the 'plum blossoms' as the title of the poem in the Guozijian. ”

Jun Immortal's voice is not loud, but it can reach the ears of everyone in Yanjing, like a holy sound, which is uplifting, looking up, his eyes are burning.

When he heard this, he hurriedly shouted: "Xiaoyao Hou, the title of the poem was told to you by the junior official!"

Remember to bring my name, my name is Zeng Zhi!

Sun Zeng's Zeng, exquisite!

Meng Chen stroked his beard, with a smile on his face, Jun Immortal's words mentioned him, making him very comfortable.

Holding a golden pen in his hand, Meng Chen closed his eyes and listened with his ears up, he felt that this poem was definitely not simple, or even as simple as shaking the world.

After a long time, Meng Chen heard a voice.

"Shameless old thief, this pretentious gesture is simply embarrassing to the world, and he is still competing for luck here at an old age, and he doesn't even want an old face!"

"Old horseman, the poem has not been written yet, but the pen is good, if the stroke is weak and has no charm, this seat will tear you up today!"

Zou Wei was thinking about it, his eyes were extremely resentful, and he looked at Meng Chen directly.

Meng Chen opened his eyes and said helplessly: "Don't be noisy." ”

Zou Wei snorted coldly and looked up at the sky.

"The crowd shook off the solitary beauty and occupied the small garden. ”

Hearing this, Meng Chen's spirits were greatly lifted, his eyes were clear, and he lifted the pen and fell, and every word was like an iron painting silver hook, which was very powerful.

Zou Wei watched from the sidelines, and he had to admit in his heart that Meng Chen's words were like a loose horse flying into the air, leaving the dust, and like a dragon flying in the sky, it came from nothingness and returned to the void.

In the entire Yanjing City, I'm afraid I won't be able to find a second calligrapher like this.

"The shadow is sparse and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon. ”

The words fell, the vision reappeared, and the Wenqu star at the Beidou lit up with holy light, and repeatedly recited these four poems with talent, turning into holy words, and the holy light was reflected in the Yanjing City.

"Xiao, Xiaoyaohou...... It's amazing. ”

In several mountains on the outskirts of Yanjing, there are academies and colleges located, and the strength of each dean is the second disaster of the origin at the least.

They all walked out at the same time, looking at Jiutian with sincere and reverent eyes, their eyes full of shock.

The stars of the song move, and the holy light shines, this is a vision that only the poet and saint will induce!

Now, Xiaoyao Hou has done it!

"This is a psalm of a saint, and the Marquis of Freedom will be sanctified in the future!"

"Wenqu Star blesses, Yanjing is going to become a blessed land. ”

"For hundreds of years, Yanjing's poetry has been sluggish, and today's Wenqu stars are blessed, and among future generations, there may be people who can prove the saint with Wendao. ”

"Congratulations, congratulations!"

"Jun is immortal, he is really a saint master of Wendao!"

Everyone sighed with emotion, as if they saw the picture of many geniuses being born and the strong like clouds after Yanjing became a blessed land.

One man, one person changes a place!