"Seven steps into a poem!"

"How is that possible?"

Those Confucian scholars looked at the poems that kept rising, their eyes showed shock, and their mouths were even more open. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info looked incredulous.

"How is this possible?"

"Is there really a strange person in this world who is talented and quick to become a poet in seven steps?"

"Could it be that the seven-step poems recorded in ancient books are all true?

Everyone's thoughts were tumbling in their hearts, and they had thousands of thoughts, but no one dared to doubt Situ Xing's strength anymore.

Although it is only half a que, everyone admires it in their hearts. Even those who were not convinced in their hearts and wanted to use this matter to attack the prestige of Situ Torture could only shut their mouths stupidly.

Chen Jiuzhang's face was gloomy, and he felt that everyone's eyes looking at him had undergone a subtle change.

It was as if someone was hitting him on the cheek with the palm of his hand. There was an unspeakable humiliation in my heart.

It's just half a que, and there's still a chance!

According to the personality of Situ Xing, there is definitely no way to control such a majestic and famous article.

Sure enough, the dog's tail will continue to mink!

Thinking of this, Chen Jiuzhang's face slowly returned to flatness, and he looked at Si Tuxing with a playful and sadistic gaze.

King Chengjun's eyes couldn't help but light up, although Situ Xing's poems were not finished, he could already feel the magnificence in them.

The breath of Haoran is a long-suppressed spring water, which only needs to be chiseled lightly, and it can be breathed out!

"What a majestic righteous song!"

Even the martial arts saint in the air pondered carefully, and then looked at Situ Xing, and his eyes showed shock.

Or for the Liaodong hat, clear the ice and snow. Or for the teacher's table, the ghosts and gods weep strongly. Or to cross the river, generously swallow the hu.

Or for the fight of the thief, the reverse vertical head is broken. It is majestic and majestic. When it runs through the sun and the moon, life and death are sufficient.

The earth is based on it, and the heavenly pillar is respected. The three outlines are really life, and morality is the root. It is not effective to give Yang Jiu, and it is really ineffective.

Chu prisoners were crowned, and the car was sent to the poor north. The woks are as sweet as gluttony, and they can't get it. The hell house is full of ghost fires, and the spring courtyard is closed and dark.

Cow Ji has the same soap, and chickens perch on phoenix food. Once covered with fog and dew, it was divided into barren ditches. In this way, no matter how cold and hot it is, it is easy to find its own.

Sorry and depressed, for my peace and happiness. How can he be skillful, yin and yang cannot be thieves. Looking at this, look up at the clouds.

I am sad, and the sky is very strong. The philosopher's day is far away, and the punishment is in the past. The wind eaves show books and read, and the ancient road shines in color. ”

Situ Xing sang softly, but his voice was indescribably grand, and the whole world echoed with his loud reading.

A trace of literary spirit keeps rising!

Four inches!

Five inches!

Six inches!

Wen Qi easily broke through the height of six inches, and the Wen bell in the tribute courtyard rang again.

Chen Jiuzhang looked at the air with a dull expression, a beam of literary qi soared into the sky, and the Wen Zhong in the tribute courtyard made a deafening sound.

Six inches!

Poetry into the town!

It's another poem of the town!

And this poem is different from the previous wind and snow, and it contains an unusually strong aura of grandeur.

King Chengjun also looked at Situ with a shocked expression.

It was as if it had been dug into a well, and the white aura of righteousness gushed out like a fountain in an instant.

"Haoran righteousness!"

"And it's even more violent than just now!"

The ghosts and gods who had already flown out of the range of Chen Jiuzhang's heroic righteousness looked behind them with a look of fear. I saw a more powerful and thick pillar of qi burning through the heavens and the earth.

The white Haoran righteousness is like a wave, and it is like a river bursting its banks, spreading rapidly to all sides at an unimaginable speed.

"Quick!"

"Quick!"

The ghost god only felt a chill in his back, and kept flapping his wings, fleeing at a speed unimaginable to ordinary people.

But they are fast, and the speed at which Haoran's righteous qi spreads is not slow.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and the ghosts and gods had a desperate look in their eyes.

But something even more desperate is yet to come.

The Chinese atmosphere of the raft written by Situ Punishment is rich to the substance, as if breaking some kind of bottleneck.

was already six inches tall, but suddenly raised another section.

Seven inches!

The already white and somewhat yellowish Wen Qi instantly turned golden.

Boom!

It was as if the atomic bomb had been detonated, and the already fierce and fiery atmosphere became even more turbulent. It is like the tide of the Qiantang River and the waves of the Yellow River.

Many ghosts and gods turned around and saw only a trace of white line, rushing with the momentum of ten thousand horses galloping.

Haoran righteousness is no less than sulfuric acid and poison to these pure yin bodies.

Only by surviving the thunder tribulation, the ghosts and gods whose bodies gradually turn from yin to yang can not be afraid.

But there are very few such ghosts and gods.

The astonishment on their faces had not completely subsided, they were swept away and swallowed by the righteous qi, like duckweed in the wind, and like a kite without strings, which were torn to pieces in an instant.

But there are still many ghosts and gods, ignoring the trauma, burning their own spirits, emitting a blazing light, and the tail fin seems to have a pusher, and it shoots straight forward like a meteor.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

But only a very small number of people were able to escape, and one after another the ghosts and gods were injured by righteousness, or turned into charcoal, or directly turned into ashes.

Boom!

Another ghost god was like a kite with a broken string, and it fell heavily to the ground, and before he could reach the ground, he was burned into black ash by righteousness.

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Shendu Stargazing Platform

The star officer stood on the stargazing platform, watching the stars divide and scatter the stars.

The star field where the North County is located has a faint red light, which is a symbol of disaster.

The star officer stood on a high platform and looked out at the Eight Desolations. Suddenly, the stars representing the northern county were faintly bloody.

His face couldn't help but change slightly.

However, he didn't take it too seriously.

There are 99 prefectures and counties in Daqian, with a vast territory and hundreds of millions of living beings, and disasters occur in various places every day and every hour.

As long as the local government does a good job of resettlement, there will be no major chaos.

Moreover, the northern county is located on the frontier, and there are often conflicts with the outer regions, so it is not once or twice that the stars turn bloody.

So the star officer recorded as usual.

Suddenly, a large number of meteors formed a dense meteor shower, which instantly pierced the sky, leaving swaying figures in the air.

"Demon Star!"

"Demon Star Troubled Times!"

"Demon Star from the Sky!"

The star official's face suddenly turned pale, and he ran down the stargazing platform with a rolling belt, ignoring the crown belt that fell off his head, and ran towards the palace in a little madness.

"It's not a good thing, the demon star has come to the world. ”

An unknown hill in the sect.

A stone door covered with thick dust, closed for I don't know how many years, was suddenly opened from the inside, and an old man with a clear face, a thin body, and sagging skin, as if he might die at any time, looked at the air with a crazy face, and shouted loudly with excitement.

"Three hundred years have passed, and the old man has finally arrived, and the world of great controversy is about to begin. ”

As if a certain nerve had been touched, and as if there was a tacit understanding, the countless closed and dusty caves of the sect were opened.

One by one, the old but high-ranking terrifying old monsters have ended their hundred-year retreat and returned to the mortal world.