"You say...... Is there a chance that that guy will survive?"

The hall masters looked sluggish, and they didn't know who said this coldly.

"Live...... Are you slapping ourselves in the face?"

"If you want to survive the immortal golden phoenix, you must at least write a poem with the three points of "Eternal Yin", we, the hall masters...... Which one can do that?"

......

When the hall masters said a word, the immortal golden phoenix seemed to be suddenly stimulated by something.

The originally domineering and majestic energy suddenly increased several times, and the huge golden phantom was almost like tearing the heavens apart!

And because of this unknown mutation, the entire poetry beast tribulation instantly shook.

Then I saw the colorful pillars of light rising from the ground, towering into the sky!

In the sky above the Shixiang Pavilion, dozens of colorful pillars of light tightly surrounded the immortal golden phoenix, and the phantoms of dozens of fierce giant beasts were swirled on it!

"Beasts...... This guy has triggered the most terrifying vision of the Poetry Beast Tribulation...... Beasts are in the ascendancy!!"

A sharp, almost exaggerated voice suddenly sounded, and then all the poets of Shixiang Pavilion, one of them counted one, all rolled in their throats fiercely, with a look of horror and consternation!

The strongest in the Poetry Beast Tribulation is undoubtedly the immortal golden phoenix of the poetic soul of the eternal chant.

But there is another vision in the Poetry Beast Tribulation that is more terrifying than the immortal golden phoenix, that is-the Hundred Beasts Dynasty Phoenix!

After feeling a huge threat, the immortal golden phoenix will make a phoenix cry, and then attract all beasts to worship and help the immortal golden phoenix deal with the crisis together!

However, the vision of the Hundred Beasts and the Phoenix has not appeared for hundreds of years.

After all, the Immortal Golden Phoenix is the bloodline of an ancient beast, what magical beast can make it feel dangerous?

And who can produce the kind of poems that can produce the soul of Warcraft poetry, who in the entire Nine Abyss Kingdom can write it?

"What the hell has this guy done? I'm afraid that Shixiang Pavilion will be destroyed in his hands today!"

The poets of the Poetry Guild had their faces solemn to the extreme.

The poetic soul of the immortal golden phoenix was stimulated, and it already required a huge amount of heavenly and earthly treasures.

Now all the poetic souls of the town pavilion poems have been stimulated together, and the treasures consumed can only be described by the word horror!

I'm afraid that the poetry guild's thousands of years of storage will be destroyed!

"Yes...... Look, President...... Can you take action to suppress this beast Chaohuang...... Go down, if it goes on like this, the entire Poetry Beast Tribulation will be completely abolished......"

Gu Cang's face turned green, and he flicked his sleeves, "Suppression, I'll suppress a fart!" All the poems and souls of the town pavilion are stimulated together, even if the poet saint is here, I'm afraid they are helpless!

If I want to have that kind of ability, I'm still staying in this Frost City? The Poetry Guild headquarters has to ask me to be the master......"

The atmosphere of despair had spread, and the Elder at the top suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, I remember reading in an ancient book that when the first president of the Poetry Guild arranged the Poetry Beast Tribulation, he seemed to have left behind the most mysterious and powerful poetic soul, and that poetic soul was said to be better than the immortal golden phoenix...... It's still stronger!

If we can inspire that kind of poetic soul, maybe there is a slight possibility of suppressing the Hundred Beasts and the Phoenix......"

Gu Cang also seemed to suddenly remember something, and then shook his head and sighed dejectedly.

"I've heard a little bit of that legend, but I don't know if it's true or not.

After all, who has seen the shadow of that poetic soul for hundreds of years?

And even if it's true, who can write poems that stir the soul of that kind of poetry?

Whoever wants that kind of ability, the old man will not be the president, just kowtow to the teacher, and make him an apprentice!"

The poetry saint Wantian only inspires the immortal golden phoenix, and if you want to inspire the kind of mysterious poetic soul that you don't even know exists, what kind of astonishing pen power does it need?

After all, if you can write poems that are full of eternal chanting, you can pass the assessment of the president of the Poetry Guild.

As for...... More than the eternal chant?

That's a poet!

What madman would dare to have such thoughts?

After all, what an earth-shattering quatrain you have to write!

After a cup of tea, Shixiang Pavilion was already crumbling.

The carved beams and paintings began to fall and fall, and the entire Shixiang Pavilion was about to completely collapse into ruins.

Feeling that they were about to be buried here, many poets suddenly changed their color in a hurry!

"Quick! Get out of here! Shixiang Pavilion is going to collapse!"

"Nima! This god stick is really black-bellied, harming others and not benefiting himself! This time he not only tricked us, but also killed himself. ”

"I don't want to see this disaster star again in my next life!"

......

All the poets, including the elder elders, saw that the Shixiang Pavilion was about to collapse completely, and their faces changed drastically, and they secretly scolded Liu Ling in their mouths.

The Poetry Beast Tribulation, which the Poetry Guild had spent countless years to build, was going to be completely destroyed in the hands of Liu Ling's guy this time!

Just as they were about to flee in a hurry, a burst of golden-red light suddenly appeared in Shixiang Pavilion, and then Shixiang Pavilion, which was in danger, suddenly calmed down strangely.

The vibration brought by the Hundred Beasts towards the Phoenix was completely ...... in an instant Gone!

Everyone raised their heads in amazement, only to see that the golden-red pillar of light was straight into the nine heavens, running through the sky, standing majestically like the sky rising from the ground.

And on the golden-red pillar of light, the phantom of an emperor-like giant beast began to slowly condense.

Feeling the aura of this extremely unfamiliar giant beast, Gu Cang was sure that it was not the poetic soul of those town pavilion poems.

After being stunned for a moment, Gu Cang seemed to suddenly think of something, and said with a shocked face: "Could it be ...... This is the kind of legendary powerful poetic soul?"

Hearing this, everyone's throats rolled instantly.

"How...... Isn't that kind of legendary poetic soul better than the immortal golden phoenix? Could it be that the poems written by that guy Liu Ling can overshadow the eternal chant?!"

"I'd rather believe that people bite dogs, horses ride people, and even if you say that my wife is still in place, I can accept it. But this ridiculous thing...... I don't even believe it if you kill me!"

......

The golden-red giant beast poetic soul makes everyone feel like they are in a dream.

Many people slapped themselves in the face, wondering if they were daydreaming.

At this moment, in the golden-red poetic soul that had not yet been completely condensed into a solid form, dozens of golden-red characters suddenly appeared.

Everyone, even the chief Gu Cang, instantly held their breath, staring at those lines of golden-red words.

"Ascend - stop the cup and sacrifice Huang Yaozi!"

This is the title of the poem written by Liu Ling, and the next verses are also about to come out.

"The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back. ”

Seeing the first couplet float out, Fengling and other hall masters were suddenly stunned, stunned, and sighed!

"Good sentence!

This couplet is simply like a strange peak and a mountain splitting the sky, it is really a good word!

The autumn wind hunting, the high ape roaring, the rivers and rivers are clear, the sand is white, and the atmosphere of depression and coldness is rendered to the end by these fourteen words, and the contempt is added!

In terms of the first couplet alone, Liu Ling's two sentences may have overshadowed Wan Gu Yin.

But the starting tone is so high, and the following ...... Can it continue?

In the astonishment of everyone's jaw slackening, the second couplet followed.

"Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiaoxiao, endless Yangtze River rolling!"

"Nima! The old man knelt down, this sentence is really a sentence of the world, and it looks at the past and the present!"

This time it was the elder who screamed, his face was swollen and red, his muscles were bursting up, and his voice was so sharp that he was already trembling a little.

This jaw joint is impassioned, full of brilliance, it can be described as strong and tragic, and it is powerful.

Boundless leaves, Xiao Xiao down, and the Nu River is the largest river in Jiuyuan Country, stretching for thousands of miles, crowned with the word Yangtze River, showing its winding like a dragon, and the deep and melancholy meaning of the poem is also suddenly born.

These two sentences can be called the ultimate sentence of writing scenes, which is simply unique in ancient and modern times!

After a few breaths, the third sentence also cleared the clouds and fog and rolled in.

"I am often a guest in the sad autumn, and I am sick for more than a hundred years and I am on stage alone!"

"Wonderful, it's really wonderful! A work of heaven and man, a masterpiece of the ages! The old man doesn't even support the wall, and he serves you today!"

The one who was amazed by this gaffe was actually President Gu Cang!

Gu Cang didn't finish his words, he couldn't suppress the excitement in his body, grabbed a teacup in one hand, smashed it on the ground, and laughed wildly.

"Special, cool! cool! cool! hearty, strange ancient and modern! The old man can see this poem today, although he is sorry to die?"

The four times were already silent, and then the tail couplet finally followed.

"Hardship, bitterness, frost and sideburns, pouring a new turbid wine glass!"

As soon as this sentence appeared, the phantom of the giant beast on the golden-red pillar of light finally condensed into its body, and a giant beast that exuded the breath of an emperor pierced the clouds!