"Hundred Saints Singing in unison!"

"Hundred Saints Singing in unison!"

"Hundred Saints Singing in unison!"

In the shocked eyes of everyone, the three holy words of Situ Xing were engraved on the sky like an iron pen and silver hook.

However, although these three holy words are powerful, they still give people a sense of regret.

Like a peerless divine soldier, although the embryo has been created, it has not yet seen blood.

"The first three sentences are already like this, how powerful should the fourth word be?"

Everyone stopped, held their breath, and quietly watched as they stood in the air, wrapped in a sense of civility, like a sacred punishment.

At this moment, the whole world was silent!

Except for the sound of each other's heartbeats and breathing, there is no other sound.

"It's finally time!"

Looking at the serious face in the air, and the whole body was wrapped in a literary aura like a sacred Situ punishment, Huang Haifeng and Fu Juren couldn't care about bickering anymore, their eyes looked directly into the air, and they didn't even blink, as if they were afraid of missing something.

Zheng!

Zheng!

Zheng!

Zheng!

A sound that looked like a pipa and an iron gong came from the air.

Countless dark clouds gathered in the sound of iron, forming a thick layer of rain.

The joy in everyone's hearts also became depressed in an instant because of the appearance of dark clouds.

"Heavenly Punishment!"

"Heavenly Punishment!"

"The holy words of Situ Punishment have exceeded the limits of this heaven and earth, so there is a heavenly punishment convergence!"

"I remember that when Hong Zi comprehended the principle of heaven and destroyed people's desires, there was also a heavenly punishment coming, and the ghost cried and the god howled!"

An elderly Confucian student, looking at the dark clouds gathering in the sky, couldn't help but show a trace of surprise in his eyes, a little scared, and a little glad to say.

"Fortunately, this time there is only heavenly punishment, and there is no ghost crying and howling!"

"But this also shows that the holy path that Situ Zi comprehended is not as powerful as Hong Zi!"

Listening to the Confucian explanation, everyone's heart couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Many people who have a good relationship with Hong Xuanji have a hint of happiness in their eyes.

Just when everyone was thinking differently, there was a sudden whimper in the air.

Woo!

Woo!

。。。。

Whether it was the old Confucian or the others, their faces turned pale in an instant.

There are even more people who can't bear it, the crying of ghosts and gods, and their eyes are a little sloppy!

"Devil cry God howl!"

"It's really a ghost crying god!"

"What should I do?"

"What should I do?"

"As long as the ghost cries and howls appears, there will be no grass!"

"Everyone, run!"

However, compared to the fear of ordinary people, Si Tu's performance is much calmer.

The pressure in the air, though strong, was not enough to affect his mind.

"For!"

"Ten thousand!"

"World!"

"Open!"

"Too!"

"Ping!"

In the midst of all the attention, Situ Xing's mouth was wide open, his chest was agitated, his teeth were clenched, and he shouted loudly in an almost roaring voice.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

If the three sentences just now are overwhelming, then the momentum of Situ Xing's last sentence is a landslide and a sea crack.

Countless poems and books soared into the air, countless words buzzed, countless saints appeared in the air, and countless countless of them finally merged into one to form an unprecedented pattern of prosperity.

As the huge scroll unfolded, countless houses appeared in the air as if they were projections.

Countless people dressed very differently from the world, in the streets and alleys, bustling, sweating like rain...

There are also small sampans, shuttling in the river, all kinds of curiosities, in the sun, it looks particularly dazzling.

As the scroll slowly opened, the breath of prosperity and abundance came to his face. Whether it was Fu Juren or others, there was a feeling of dizziness.

Without him, the world in the painting is too prosperous!

Prosperity!

Rich!

Even if everyone is used to seeing the prosperity of the Shendu, there is still a sense of yearning.

"It's!"

"Is this the same thing in the world?"

"Could it be that this world is the world of Datong?"

Looking at the magnificent, huge, and huge world in the sky, whether it was Huang Haifeng, Fu Juren and the others, their faces showed shock and disbelief.

Datong World!

That is the highest pursuit of Confucianism. Even when the Sage Confucius was alive, he did not reach this state.

Even the descendants of Confucianism, many people are suspicious of the Datong world.

After all, there is no rich and poor, no strife, no war, no intrigues, and the almost utopian world can only exist in fantasy.

No one thought that the fourth sentence of Situ Xing's holy words would open an unprecedented scroll and turn the world of Datong into reality.

However, compared with the yearning of ordinary Confucian students, Huang Haifeng pays more attention to this painting.

Although Huang Haifeng is a great Confucian, he is a Confucian and Taoist double cultivator, and is good at painting and calligraphy.

The hobby of painting,It has reached a state of obsession.,All the famous paintings of Daqian.,He has basically read it.。。。

Huang Zicheng likes to paint beauties, and for this reason, he is nostalgic for the place where he hooks the column, and he is somewhat influenced by his Lao Tzu.

Huang Haifeng looked at the air with a suspicious face, he was sure that this painting must not be owned by Da Qian, and the dress, behavior and posture of the characters in it are also very different from Da Qian...

However, throughout the continent, there is no country with such customs.

"What's going on?"

"Could it be that there is such a mysterious country outside of Daqian?"

"But it shouldn't be!"

"How can such a powerful and rich country have no written records? Could it be that this country, like the ancient civilization, has mysteriously disappeared?"

If Situ knew what Huang Haifeng was thinking, he would definitely feel a burst of grace.

Because this picture was very famous in the previous world, it can even be said to be a household name...

"Qingming Riverside Map"!

That's right!

The world shown in the fourth sentence of Situ Xing is the Northern Song Dynasty Zhang Zeduan's "Qingming Riverside Map", a picture of the prosperity of the Northern Song Dynasty!

It is precisely for this reason that everyone has a feeling of dizziness.

After all, this picture condenses the essence of the entire Great Song Dynasty for hundreds of years.

Rumble!

As the scroll unfolded little by little, lying in the deep cave, the fire qilin, which had been in a state of deep sleep, slowly opened its eyes, and the scales on its whole body instantly became dazzling because of the awakening of the qilin.

Boil!

A huge unicorn roar spread through every corner of the holy mountain.

Whether it was Hong Xuanji, who had already attained the sub-saint realm, or the great Confucian who was hiding in the hidden corner of the holy mountain to cultivate asceticism, his eyes were wide open, and he looked at the air in disbelief.

What is it?

Kirin?

In the holy mountain, there is an adult fire unicorn!

How is this possible?

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