Three thousand miles away from the battlefield of Fengchuan,

The sixty Great Confucians standing in the void were all silent as they watched the falling stars in the northern sky.

"That'...... That's the vision of heaven and earth where the innate Wen Qi fell, right? ”

An old man with gray hair twitched slightly, and his bright eyes were full of regret.

"Who is it? Who is it!? Another middle-aged man-like three-rank Confucian was furious,

"Which academy is so nonsense!? Actually let a congenital scribe participate in this war? ”

Another three-grade Confucian hurriedly opened the list of literary saints, and his face changed sharply.

There was indeed a vision on the Wensheng list.

There are a few poems that have suddenly shone brightly, but they are not the poems of the month.

The names behind these poems slowly dissipated, and only the poems remained on the list of literary saints.

More and more Sanpin Confucians were stunned.

The breath of the void surged, like a stormy wave.

The middle-aged Confucian trembled his hands, looked at the poems in front of him, and looked at the person next to him in disbelief,

"This ...... This...... Is it too white ......? ”

The middle-aged Confucian's voice trembled slightly, full of disbelief and unwillingness to believe.

""Ascending the Ninth Floor", "Two Songs of Acacia", "Evil Gifts", "Northern Border is Too Guarded", "Difficult to Walk" ......"

"There is also a ...... "Northern Liang Ci" ......"

Bang......

There seemed to be thunder rolling through the void.

Sixty three-rank great scholars stood in the void, and everyone's faces had complicated expressions, and they were speechless for a long time.

Not only Bailu Academy, but even Songyue, Wan Song, Xiangshan and the three great Confucians of Guozijian were full of shock and regret in their eyes.

"Too white...... Qinglian ......"

"Two once-in-a-century poetry and literary talents crushed a group of masters Wenzong."

"The two even joined forces to suppress eight Wenzong and seventy-seven poetry masters in May last year."

"These two little guys are still the same person!?"

"What's even more terrifying is that Taibai actually has an innate Wenqi!"

"How could he possibly have two pieces of Wenwen!?"

"Even two pieces of innate inscriptions!"

"No wonder the vision of Wen Xing's fall is so amazing, even the Demon Sacred Stone has been suppressed by him."

"He is even more amazing than Su Yuantian!"

"All of them are saints."

"If you don't die, you may even ascend to the Holy Path!"

……

Even if everyone present, all of them are three-grade Confucians, they have never seen such an amazing scene.

Taibai's poetry is known to the world.

Qinglian's words also spread all over the world.

And now, these two are considered to be the twin stars of the Great Jin Dynasty.

It turned out to be the same person!

This news alone is enough to take the world away.

Plus this guy also has an innate Wenzhen!

You can achieve the innate text of the family!

is so talented, and then there is an innate literary urn.

Just grow up.

Not to mention sanctification, at least one product can be achieved.

And his family will have a first-class scribe for generations.

You must know that even if the innate text of the saint is inherited, it is just a product.

The Holy Throne cannot be passed on, this is an iron rule!

In this way, what is the difference with the family of saints?

But such a Tianjiao demon actually destroyed his future because of a demon holy stone!

Even if the entire Fengchuan Mansion is lost, Taibai must not be allowed to participate in the war......

It's really unwise! It's unwise!

The middle-aged three-grade Confucian looked at the Confucian beside him, and his tone was angry,

"Who the hell dares to allow Taibai to participate in the war!?"

The momentum on his body was about to be unsuppressed, the wind howled between heaven and earth, and the void began to distort with it.

"I'm going to kill him!"

Bailu's other eleven third-grade Confucians also fell into a rage.

Taibai, even if they have been staying in the Wensheng Palace, they have all heard of his reputation.

It is known as the second Su Yuantian.

That's why Zhao Xiangong was sent out by them to stabilize the situation in the academy.

Unexpectedly, Taibai was even more amazing and brilliant than they imagined.

Qinglian turned out to be him.

And it also has two pieces of paperwork.

One of them, no, even two of them could be innate Wenzhen!

Such an existence has the appearance of a saint!

But now, Taibai actually ruined his innate Wenqi just because of a demon holy stone!

Ruined their own Wendao!

Even lives could be lost.

How can this be acceptable to them?

The middle-aged three-grade Confucian looked at the northern battlefield, and the killing intent rose in his eyes,

"Even if the demon slayer is one billion or even two billion, it can't make up for Taibai's loss!"

The old man at the beginning, Da Ru, sighed lightly at this time, "Taibai desperately gave Fengchuan and even Dajin a new life. ”

"The Demon Sacred Stone was shattered, the Holy Monument was also destroyed, and now the two sides are back to the same starting point."

"Now that the holy power in this battlefield is dispersed, it will take almost half a month to disperse, and you and I still can't enter it for half a month."

"The only holy monument in the Great Jin Dynasty is here, and in half a month, it is too late to ask the holy temple for the second holy monument."

"We can only gather the Holy Monument as much as possible, if we can reunite the Holy Monument, this battle will be considered a victory!"

"Win?" The middle-aged Confucian's eyes widened like copper bells, "Even if you take another place, this battle will not be won!" ”

The old man said, "Duke Wuxu, we can't let Taibai's sacrifice become worthless. ”

"Within half a month, we must guard the fragments of the holy monument and not let the demon clan destroy it."

"You also need enough luck to gather the Holy Monument!"

Wu Xu Gong took a deep breath, and the evil aura rose in his eyes, "Gather the holy monument, the fragments of luck will not work, you must have a certain level of poetry and articles in order to gather the holy monument." ”

"What level it is, no one dares to guarantee!"

"Someone was sure to be able to do it, but now it'......"

The more I talk about it, the more it hurts!

After going back, he must find out who is digging the roots of the Great Jin and actually causing the luck Jiaolong to collapse?

Which other miscellaneous crumbs dare to let Taibai participate in the war?

The old man said to the other three great Confucians, "Each of them will send the news back to the academy, mobilize the strength of each academy, and recruit poetry." ”

"The more the number, the better, and I hope to meet the requirements of gathering the holy monument."

"As for the fragments of the Imperial Guardian Monument......," the old man gritted his teeth, "Mobilize the army of eight products to defend it!" ”

"The seven-rank scribes and martial artists can no longer be lost, leave some roots for the Great Jin."

All the three great Confucians nodded.

Nine grades and eight grades are easy to repair, but seven grades are a threshold and are not easy to enter.

Whether it is a scribe or a martial artist, at this level, the strength will begin to increase significantly.

At this time, it can only rely on the Bapin army to get on top.

……

Taibai Wenqi was shattered, and Li Changan was suddenly struck by lightning.

The Taibai Wen Palace was the first to crumble, followed by the Qinglian Wen Palace and the Qinglian Wen Gong, all of which were turned into fragments, mixed with the poetry and the moon and the bright moon of the script, scattered in all directions.

In the back of my mind, it was as if a great earthquake had erupted, and everything was reduced to ruins.

Li Changan completely lost the sense in the depths of his mind, and the whole person passed out.

The mutton fat jade book quietly suspended above Li Chang'an's body, exuding a warm and jade-like brilliance.

The earth-shattering shock wave generated by the explosion of the Demon Sacred Stone in the outside world was actually stopped by this weak light.

The fragments of Taibai Wenqi and countless fragments of demon holy stones were attracted by the jade-colored brilliance, and they continued to converge towards Li Changan.

The next moment, these fragments shot like bullets, piercing Li Changan.

Li Changan's whole body instantly had dense small holes.

The fragments were embedded in the flesh and blood around them, quickly nourishing the wounds.

After only a few breaths, all the wounds on Li Changan's body were healed.

Not even a single scar remained.

The morning sun fell on Li Changan's eyelids, Li Changan frowned subconsciously, then slowly opened his eyes, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to block the sunlight in the sky.

"I ...... Didn't even die? ”

Li Changan looked around, and everywhere he looked, everything was flat, leaving nothing.

The wind swept and made the tattered clothes on Li Changan's body hunt.

Li Changan got up slowly and couldn't help frowning.

Not only does the body not feel any weakness, but there is an amazing surge of strength.

After perceiving it a little, Li Changan was stunned on the spot.

There are countless star-like fragments in his body.

In addition to the fragments of the Wengong Wenqi, and the fragments of the poems and the bright moon.

There are also stone fragments that emit an eerie deep purple color.

This kind of aura is a fragment of the Demon Saint Stone.

So many fragments exude all kinds of aura, circulating within the body.

"Dragon Elephant Xuangong" was unexpectedly pushed by this strange power mixed with literary energy, demonic power, and true qi, and opened to seventy-two acupuncture points.

Li Changan also wanted to see the Wen Palace, but his mind was dark and he couldn't perceive anything.

"So...... My Wendao is gone, and I've become a complete martial artist? ”

Li Changan raised his eyes and breathed the air greedily, "It's good to be alive, there is hope if you are alive......"

"Even if I only have martial arts, I can step on the peak!"

"What's more, just because Wendao is abolished doesn't mean that it can't be rebuilt, there will definitely be a day of restoration!"

At this moment, a sharp cry suddenly sounded in the sky.

Li Changan looked up and saw that in the north, a large number of birds covered half of the sky, flying frantically to the south.

Immediately after that, the earth also began to shake slightly, and it became more and more intense.

Li Changan's pupils shrank suddenly, "Front-line war...... It's not over yet!? ”

Deep underground, the earth dragon controlled by Gu worms quickly rushed up and drilled out a hole in the ground.

Li Changan glanced to the north, and the shadow of the demon army could already be faintly seen on the horizon.

Hurriedly jumped into the hole, glanced at Niu Dingtian and Niu Xiang, who fainted in the hole, dropped a few demon pills and soldier food pills, and then went straight to the front line battlefield.