The reverse species lifted the pen to write "The Song of the Great Wind", because there was no literary heart, it was very slow to write, and the spirit demon handsome general stepped forward a few steps to stop Xiao Yuan, and the desolate dragon general blocked the reverse species behind him.

Xiao Yuan continued to rush forward, and as soon as the three breaths arrived, the rebel had not finished writing "The Song of the Great Wind", Xiao Yuan stopped, stood ten zhang away from the tiger demon general, and began to write two poems as before.

The two-headed dragon spirits were ready to wait for the rebels to shoot together and kill Xiao Yuan with absolute strength, but now the situation did not allow them to be too passive.

The two dragon spirits glanced at each other, and immediately agitated their qi and blood, and roared at Xiao Yuan, the strong wind carried the power of qi and blood to attack Xiao Yuan, and the two of them roared together enough to kill Xiucai alive, and it could almost interrupt all the paper talk and exit chapters of the people.

The wind was blowing, and the courage was guarding, Xiao Yuan stood in place like a high mountain, not disrupted by the power of the spirit dragon. He pressed the paper with his left hand and continued to write with his right hand.

The "Song of the Great Wind" was completed, and at the same time, Xiao Yuan's "Tiger Poem" and "Sabre" were published in succession.

A tornado that was enough to strangle anyone into a pulp suddenly appeared out of thin air and wanted to kill Xiao Yuan.

Xiao Yuan turned around and ran, but then there was a sharp pain in his back, his clothes were torn, and a large piece of flesh was swept away by the tornado, and the flesh and blood were blurred, even revealing the white bones.

"It's a good idea. Xiao Yuan gritted his teeth and endured the pain, evaded the scope of "Song of the Great Wind", and quickly escaped with his swift poem.

"Sabre" does not need Xiao Yuan to continue to control, and once it appears, it will kill Xiao Yuan's previous target.

The blood-patterned treasure knife came out, one slashed the rebel literati, and the other beheaded the barbarian general.

"Whoa......" The spirit demon handsome rushed towards Xiao Yuan like crazy, but the high-grade literary heart was too strong, and with two poems in one breath, Xiao Yuan completely killed the tiger demon general.

"It's a pity that I'm just a showman, and the power of these war poems is too weak. If you have a higher literary rank or even become a great Confucian, then you can give full play to the true power of various war poems. For example, the last two sentences of "The Saber" actually only show the power of one sentence, and the demon blood rolling Bitao can't be reflected at all, the strength is not enough, and this is the case with the use of war poems. ”

As soon as the spirit demon was handsome, the entire closed hall suddenly shook, the wall in front of it cracked into a door, the soft sunlight shone in, and an old man from Shushan stood at the door.

The Sacred Courtyard Book Mountain is the core of the human race. It is also a third of Kong Sheng's talent, and all the entrances to the holy land are here.

Most of the holy places are controlled by the four saints, while the Confucian holy family occupies one holy land, the six major sub-holy families share one holy land, and the other semi-holy families share one holy land.

In the easternmost part of the courtyard, there is a very ordinary courtyard with a single gate, and in the courtyard is a very ordinary two-story building. Even the oldest clerk of the Holy Courtyard didn't know what was there, only that many Confucian children would enter every year.

An old man with a white beard was snoring and sleeping in the courtyard, but the whole courtyard suddenly shook slightly.

The old man woke up suddenly. Rushing to the front door of the house faster than the average young man.

"Bang Dang ......"

The old man slammed into the gate, but it didn't move.

The old man beat his chest and cried out in pain: "How can this be! Someone actually entered the main hall of the secret hall directly and was able to pass through without any problems. This person is definitely not a disciple of my Confucian family, who is it! If an outsider has a supreme heart, we will be sinners of the Confucian family! O great sinner! Family master, you must find the person who stole into the secret hall. It has to be cut with a thousand cuts!"

A voice suddenly appeared in the courtyard.

"If you enter, you will enter, why make a fuss. He is not a disciple of my Confucian family, even if he successfully passes through the main hall. Nothing was found, and the final test had to be passed. As far as I know, all the geniuses of the human race, including the ancestors, if they entered it, no one could complete the final test under the scholars. Those who are higher than Jinshi are not allowed to enter. There, it's just a dead end. As for the Creation Soul, even the descendants of my Confucian family can't get it all, so how can he get it? Don't mention this matter to others, otherwise he will be guilty of traitor!"

"But that person directly entered the main hall, and within a year, the people of my Kong family will not be able to enter the secret hall again. ”

"It's a natural thing, you don't have to worry about it. ”

"Yes. ”

The old man looked at the door and finally sighed helplessly.

Xiao Yuan looked at the old man at the gate of the mysterious palace and said, "I've seen the old man." ”

The old man was still expressionless, and said: "Shushan is just one of the tests, and even the test of this main hall is nothing, follow me, this is the last test, if you can pass, you can get the soul of the creation of the world." ”

Xiao Yuan asked: "Is there really a creation soul? I have read so many books, and I have only seen them once." ”

"When you pass this test, you will know what it means to have no supreme heart. Follow me. The old man said as he walked out.

Xiao Yuan immediately stepped forward, followed behind the old man, and looked around.

This is a valley in the shape of a "concave", the valley can be seen at a glance, there are hundreds of houses, the architecture here is extremely rough, and there are weapons everywhere.

At the entrance to the valley was a high wall, on which soldiers patrolled.

When everyone saw the old man, they would salute and greet him, and he would call him an adult.

Xiao Yuan glanced around, most of the people in the vicinity were women and children, those dirty children looked at him curiously, and the women were busy with their own things.

Further on, there are various workshops and a academy, and the sound of reading can be heard from inside.

There is also a school field ahead, where hundreds of soldiers are practicing and shouting loudly.

Xiao Yuan looked up, and the sky was cloudless, giving people a sense of panic that was extremely empty and desolate, which was not found in the city's sky.

Xiao Yuan asked: "This is the border pass - Demon Mountain?"

The old man nodded.

The two of them walked up to the city wall, Xiao Yuan looked at it, in front of him was a piece of sand, and further ahead was a tall mountain, and there was a green grassland on the peak, vast and boundless, which was extremely gratifying, but it was easy to get tired of it after watching it for a long time.

"I wonder what this final test is?" Xiao Yuan asked.

The old man pointed at any time and said, "Two hundred miles away, there is a 10,000-strong wolf barbarian tribe, led by a barbarian king. The test is that you destroy this ministry. ”

Xiao Yuan said: "The barbarian king is equivalent to a scholar, and the 10,000 wolf barbarian tribe has 8,000 soldiers who can fight, what strength do I have at hand?"

"The support of the Ten Kingdoms, and the strength of this stockade. The old man looked indifferent.

Xiao Yuan turned his head blankly and looked down at the village, which was full of less than 2,000 people, and if the elderly, women and children were deducted, the real fighting force would probably be only 1,000 people.

A thousand ordinary people against eight thousand barbarians?

"How many scholars are there in the village?"

"None. ”

"There is a great Confucian?"

"None. ”

"Who is the person with the highest Chinese rank in Nazhai?"

"One Hanlin, two jinshi. Five-lift people. ”

Xiao Yuan looked at the old man with a calm face in amazement, and after a long while, Fang Yun asked respectfully, "Old man, are you playing with me?"

All the people in the entire cottage are added together, and it is not enough for the barbarian king to kill alone, and it can even be said that as long as the tribe divides one-fifth of the people, plus a barbarian who is equivalent to Hanlin, he can kill all the people in this cottage.

The old man said: "If you can pass the test, you can get the soul of the creation of the world, and you will be eight buckets high." ”

Xiao Yuan's heart moved.

Writing hard is just an ordinary literary heart. Once he reaches the creation world, he can let him kill many demon barbarians at the human level in a row with the rank of Xiucai, even if this creation soul is not the only one, it is impossible to exceed four kinds, and it is obviously more powerful than ordinary soul culture.

A person as strong as Wei Jianshu, a dignified sword poet, is no less than anyone of the same rank in terms of the ability to kill demons, but he only has a literary heart, and it is also the most ordinary literary heart. Wei Jianshu may have the opportunity to get more Wenxin in the future, but he has only one Wenxin in the past 40 years. It can be seen how rare Wenxin is.

What's more, what is now in front of you is the supreme soul.

"What is a talented person?" Xiao Yuan asked.

"One bucket, the talent is increased by eight times. ”

"What!" Xiao Yuan, even after being tempered by life and death, was shocked by this terrifying supreme heart.

"It's only eight buckets high. That is, one person is sixty-four times more talented than others?"

The old man nodded.

Xiao Yuan was silent, with this supreme heart, it was impossible to use up that talent.

"No wonder Kong Sheng, his old man is so powerful, and the talent of the Holy Fall almost supported those disciples. No wonder he dared to go to the demon world to fight all the demon saints with his own strength. However, Cai Gao Badou is a top-grade Wenxin, right? How many buckets are there in the lower grade?"

"You'll know when the time comes. The old man said.

"Is it possible that if you fail this test, you will never be able to get the Creation Soul in the future?"

"You're only going to be able to get it anywhere else. ”

"Then I'll accept this test!" Xiao Yuan said firmly.

"That's very good. ”

Xiao Yuan said again: "Since it is a test. There must be a way to pass, and it is impossible to rely on these people alone. You just said that the aid of the ten countries, they will send troops?"

"No, you can't. ”

Xiao Yuan was even more helpless and asked, "They give supplies, grain and grass?"

"You don't have to worry about that, you have to have as much as you want. ”

"That's the first good news I've heard since I came here. If I want anything in the future, the Ten Kingdoms and the Holy House can provide it?"

"Naturally. ”

Xiao Yuan suddenly asked, "What kind of place is this?"

The old man's expression did not change in the slightest, but it seemed to take a lot of effort before he slowly said, "If you can destroy that barbarian tribe, you will know." If you can't, it's useless to know. You don't have to go to the trouble of talking to them, they won't say anything. All you have to do now is defeat the barbarian tribes. ”

Xiao Yuan looked at the old man, and suddenly had a feeling that this old man seemed to be carrying a big mountain, but he could only carry it, and if he replaced any person, he would be crushed to pieces.

"Since the old man said so, then I will try to complete this test and pluck the supreme heart. Xiao Yuan said.

"That's fine. From now on, you are the king of the distance. ”

As soon as the old man's voice fell, Xiao Yuan felt a shock from heaven and earth, and then an official seal appeared in front of him.

Xiao Yuan took the official seal and found that his thinking had become extremely clear, and it could spread to the entire cottage, and even insects eating in the dirt could clearly perceive it.

The old man slowly left, and Xiao Yuan asked, "Is there a time limit for this test?"

"You pass, or give up. ”

Xiao Yuan watched the old man leave slowly, and his heart was heavy.