Goddess Zhichen, two tears of the stone statue!

"Ding Dong!" "Ding Dong!"

Two stone tears fell to the ground, and the whole square seemed to be the only sound of these two tears.

The Hundred Saints were silent in shame, and tens of thousands of cultivators were inexplicably shocked.

Mencius Qiu and other great Confucians all worshiped the goddess Zhichen.

Mo Yuxi, Wen Ruo, Wang Zhu, Yifeng and others all opened their mouths to look at this scene in dismay.

The stone statue weeps? The stone statue can actually cry? Can the stone statue feel the great sadness?

On top of the bucket.

Sima Yuntian also watched the two tears fall to the ground, and when he saw the tears of the goddess Zhichen, Sima Yuntian suddenly showed a wry smile on his face.

Just two tears have already told everything. Turning his head, he stared at the calligraphy and painting in front of him.

As soon as the nine 'bitter' characters came out, this calligraphy and painting was perfect.

Lives are devastated, a picture of lives is devastated.

"Whew!"

The sky, due to the catastrophe cloud formed by Sima Yuntian's painting, was suddenly oppressed back by a great momentum, and instantly retracted into the picture scroll.

The situation is changing!

The original draw of the fight painting was divided into winners and losers, and Sima Yuntian's painting was strangely defeated!

As for the 'book', not to mention, although Sima Yuntian's 'book' may not be inferior to Yan Chuan, but, as far as the scene in front of him, the two tears of the goddess Zhichen are hundred

The holy shame has spoken all.

"Goddess Zhichen, the creator of all souls in the world, and the mother of all souls have been infected by Yan Chuan's nine sufferings?"

"Stone statues can shed tears, this calligraphy and painting is too sad!"

"The hundred saints are ashamed, and the goddess is crying!"

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The eyes of the cultivators gradually cleared up, and Yan Chuan and Sima Yuntian's articles exceeded the upper limit of everyone's identification, but all this was very easy to do, because

Everyone can see who is better at this moment.

Yan Chuan!

Yan Chuan's Nine Sufferings and Sorrows have formed a huge reversal! Not only did he beat Sima Yuntian in the article, but he also raised Mr. Wen Ruo's painting to a higher level

Boundary.

Yan Chuan won!

Yan Chuan, two wins, one defeat and one draw!

Sima Yuntian, two defeats, one win and one draw!

Standing on the platform, Yan Chuan looked at the goddess Zhichen in a daze.

"I don't know the Ancient Tribulation, this is the feeling after listening to what the Heavenly Maiden said, I wrote this article, and the Ancient Tribulation I don't know how much difference, but I can feel the Ancient Tribulation

Disaster, goddess, I don't know how you turned the tide back then, the world is a disaster, I am a part of this world, if I am strong, I will not let history repeat itself, if I am strong

Great, defend our heaven and earth!"

Yan Chuan felt nostalgic in his heart, and looked at the goddess statue silently with a sigh.

"Boom!"

The sky suddenly exploded, and Feng Shence suddenly shook strongly, and the golden light that enveloped Sima Yuntian was instantly included in Feng Shence, and instantly gathered towards Yan Chuan.

"Buzz!"

There is no need for others to judge, Feng Shence has already decided the final victory!

Yan Chuan's Nine Bitter Essays, you can feel the world, victory or defeat, and it deserves its name!

Sima Yuntian watched the golden light disappear around him, and stretched out his hand to grab it, but as soon as the golden light was gone, he didn't return at all. Sima Yuntian showed a hint of bitterness.

Instead, Sima Yuntian looked at Yan Chuan again.

There is no jealousy, only a fighting spirit, a fighting spirit that does not admit defeat!

In the realm of light.

Meng Lingtian took the five disciples and quietly watched the Heavenly Grant Conference in the picture.

"What a powerful Sima Yuntian!" Meng Lingtian frowned and sighed. "What a fart, didn't you defeat Yan Chuan?" the goddess cried, and the goddess actually cried because of this!" Dongfang Decheng exclaimed excitedly.

Meng Lingtian didn't blame Dongfang for being rude, at this moment, Meng Lingtian was also shocked by these two top articles.

"It's been a long time, it's been a long time, it's been a long time since there has been an article of this level, the Hundred Saints of Literature and Movement, the goddess of sorrow and tears, amazing!" Meng Lingtian sighed.

"Yes, that's amazing!" the three disciples behind him nodded.

"It's a pity, these two people are not from my Julu Academy!" Meng Lingtian said with a wry smile.

Meng Rongrong looked at Yan Chuan in the picture, after Yan Chuan finished writing the article, he kept looking at the goddess Zhichen, his eyes were full of compassion, that look, Meng Rongrong's heart

It's messy. Biting her lip, Meng Rongrong's expression softened slightly-

Heavenly Grant Square, on the platform.

While tens of thousands of cultivators were amazed, Yan Chuan looked at Goddess Zhichen and sighed slightly.

Instead, Yan Chuan looked at Sima Yuntian.

Although the seventy-two disciples were full of sorrow, Sima Yuntian smiled freely. For the loss of the qualification to seal the gods, it seems that he doesn't care.

"The taste of defeat, hahahaha, I haven't experienced it for a long time!" Sima Yuntian said freely.

"I, Yan Chuan, live on the shore of the East China Sea, Mr. Sima can come to my place at any time when he has time in the future, Dongfang Sanssouci City, and know my news at any time!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

Sima Yuntian looked at Yan Chuan, nodded and said: "Mr. Yan, I will remember you, this battle, I lost the heart, but I will still look for you, and treat my style even more."

After that, I will definitely come to you!"

"The door of the Yan family is wide open, waiting for you at any time!" Yan Chuan hugged Sima Yuntian.

Sima Yuntian smiled slightly, and also made a hug salute!

"Hahaha!"

With a flick of his sleeves, Sima Yuntian stepped off the platform.

"Teacher!"

"Teacher, we lost!"

"Teacher, what should I do?"

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...... Seventy-two disciples stepped forward one after another, their faces were full of grief, defeated, their own teacher for so many years, but he has not tasted defeat, and today he is actually defeated?

The hold collapsed, and everyone showed sadness.

"Hahaha, it's nothing, if you lose once, you will win it back next time, let's go!" Sima Yuntian said freely.

"Yes!" all the disciples nodded.

Following behind Sima Yuntian, everyone slowly left the Heavenly Grant Square.

In this battle, Yan Chuan became the biggest winner.

Tens of thousands of cultivators watched Sima Yuntian, but no one kept him, and no one stopped him, so they watched Sima Yuntian leave slowly.

The sun rose in the east, and Sima Yuntian took all the disciples to meet the sun and leave.

A great sage, seventy-two disciples, with a flourishing literary style, walked towards the rising sun, leaving a long back.

"Boom!"

In the sky, Feng Shence slowly became smaller, and gradually turned into a one-foot scroll, slowly falling towards Yan Chuan's palm. On the Fengshen policy, a golden dragon of luck surrounded, and gradually flew into the god

In the middle of the policy.

"Aang!"

The golden dragon roared happily. Yan Chuan's Divine Sealing Strategy, unlike the previous dynasties, also has a quarter of the luck that was fought for from the Julu Academy.

Mo Yuxi, Yifeng and the others all smiled excitedly.

Wang Zhu frowned and pondered.

Mr. Wen Ruo, but showed a hint of bitterness.

Feng Shence is getting closer and closer to Yan Chuan, and he is about to be caught.

"Stop, Fengshence is not something you can have!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout from Tianzhu Square.

Everyone's faces changed, who? Who dared to disrupt the Heavenly Grant Conference at this time?

"Whew!"

The Holy Son of Gu Yue reappeared in the Heavenly Grant Square with Chang San and the others.

"Gu Yue, what are you doing?" Mo Yuxi said with a glaring in his eyes.

In the Wendou just now, Haoran's righteousness was too strong, and the Ten Thousand Immortals Pilgrimage Fu formed a new world, so outsiders saw it very vaguely, and the Ancient Moon Holy Son did not see it

The internal scene, but seeing Sima Yuntian leaving, he knew that the outcome had been decided, and he immediately flew over.

"Yan Chuan, this divine strategy is not something you can have!" Gu Yue Holy Son said coldly. Standing alone on the platform, Yan Chuan looked at the Holy Son of Gu Yue, and said with a faint smile: "If your subordinates are defeated, you dare to speak out?"

"Hmm, what are you talking about?" the Ancient Moon Holy Son suddenly shouted.

"Where do you come from, where do you go back, Fengshence is mine, no one should think about it!" Yan Chuan said with a twinkle in his eyes.

A coldness rushed straight to the Holy Son of Gu Yue, the Holy Son of Gu Yue's face changed, it was okay to be slapped in the face by the emperor in public before, and now Yan Chuan, this little cub, also wants to slap me in the face?

Just when the Holy Son of Gu Yue was angry.

Suddenly a loud bang appeared in the void.

"What a big breath!"

"Boom!"

Five words, like a thunderbolt from the sky, exploded in everyone's hearts, and almost everyone was in a daze.

Meng Ziqiu, Le Yi and the others all looked dark, revealing solemn expressions one by one.

Yan Chuan's eyes narrowed.

"Buzz!"

In the distance, the sun suddenly shone on a huge pillar of golden light, and in the pillar of golden light, a huge breath gushed out

to, pressed to the entire square.

Powerful breath, surging.

Yifeng suddenly couldn't stand it anymore, and Mo Yuxi waved his hand to block in front of Yifeng.

Yan Chuan stood quietly on the platform, his eyes cold.

On the other side, Meng Ziqiu frowned and took a step.

In the pillar of golden light, a man in a golden robe suddenly appeared, and the man floated in the air, emanating with the aura of dominating the world.

"Welcome father!" said the Ancient Moon Holy Son excitedly.

Among the pillars of golden light, it is the arrival of the Emperor of the Sun!

The pinnacle of the world, the king of the day!

"I've seen Mao Ri Daojun!" countless cultivators saluted respectfully.

Yan Chuan did not salute, but looked at it coldly, and continued to grasp Feng Shence between his hands.

"Bastard, in front of this Daojun, you dare to be presumptuous?"

Mo Yuxi's face changed, because Mo Yuxi saw that Mao Ri Daojun was targeting Yan Chuan, Mo Yuxi's face was anxious, and he was about to step forward. Mencius was the first to speak.

"Mao Ri Daojun, do you want to break the rules of 50,000 years and start destroying the Heavenly Grant Conference?" said Meng Ziqiu's eyes.

Mencius's autumn cultivation is not as good as Mao Ri Daojun, but Julu Academy has its own heritage and its own otherworldliness. Naturally, it is impossible to give in to the Daojun of the Uri now.

"Meng Ziqiu, I didn't break the rules, I have a share of this divine policy!" said Mao Ri Daojun in the golden light.

"Oh?" Meng Ziqiu's face sank.

"Wen Ruo, come on!" Mao Ri Daojun suddenly shouted.

Suddenly, almost everyone's eyes turned to Mr. Wen Ruo.

Mr. Wen Ruo's face showed a hint of bitterness.

Gu Yue Shengzi suddenly laughed: "Wen Ruo, you tell everyone, are you helping my father fight for the Divine Sealing Strategy, or are you helping Yan Chuan to compete for the Divine Sealing Strategy?"

As soon as the Holy Son of Gu Yue asked, almost everyone showed a look of surprise.

Mr. Wenruo?

Although Mao Ri Daojun did not sign the life card, Yan Chuan's victory has a credit to Mr. Wen Ruo, and Mr. Wen Ruo's position is extremely critical, if it is said to be for Mao Ri Daojun

Although it is a bit far-fetched to fight, the Daojun of Mao Ri finally occupies a piece of morality.

The audience was silent, and Mr. Wen Ruo was bitterly pushed to the cusp.

Wen Ruo looked at his frowning father and smiled bitterly.

Wen Ruo looked at Mo Yuxi and smiled bitterly.

Wen Ruo looked at Yan Chuan with an extremely bitter expression, which was why Wen Ruo didn't want Yan Chuan to win.

Yan Chuan stared at Wen Ruo, Wen Ruo closed his eyes, as if he was suffering in his heart.

"Wen Ruo!" said in a deep voice.

Wen Ruo opened his eyes, glanced at Yan Chuan guiltily, and said bitterly: "It's for the sake of the Daojun of the Mao Ri!"

"Wow!"

Suddenly there were sounds of surprise all around, and they all looked at Mr. Wen Ruo one by one, all showing disdain.

Mao Ri Dao Jun forcibly took it, and all the cultivators didn't dare to accuse, but today's battle was completely won by Yan Chuan, and he actually had the cheekiness to snatch the Sealing God Ce at this time?

Wen Ruo was pointed out by Wanfu, his face was inexplicably sad, and he only smiled bitterly.

Meng Ziqiu looked at his son in a complicated way, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

Yan Chuan looked at Wen Ruo, but suddenly smiled slightly: "Mr. Wen Ruo!"

Yan Chuan spoke, and the Heavenly Grant Square suddenly fell silent, after all, Yan Chuan is the protagonist of today, and the party concerned is about to be seized by the Daojun of the Sun Dynasty. All people's hearts are towards Yan

Chuan, but had to give in to Uri Michi-kun.

The persecution of the Daojun is like forcing all Confucian cultivators to give up their dignity. But there's really no way to resist!

The strength of the Daojun has long been a legend. One of the top people in the world.

The oppression of Mao Ri Daojun, the betrayal of Mr. Wen Ruo, everyone looked at Yan Chuan with empathy. I don't know what Yan Chuan is going to say.

"Young Master Yan, I'm sorry for you!" Mr. Wen Ruo said bitterly.

Looking at Mr. Wen Ruo, Yan Chuan did not have the accusation that everyone was waiting for, but saw Yan Chuan smile slightly.

"Mr. Wenruo, you owe me again!" Yan Chuan suddenly laughed.

I owe it again, last time it was an immortal city, Yan Chuan and Mr. Wen Ruo played against each other, Yan Chuan deliberately did not defeat Wen Ruo, Wen Ruo owed Yan Chuan once, this time, Wen Ruo reversed his word,

I owe Yan Chuan again.

Wen Ruo showed a trace of bitterness, and solemnly bowed to Yan Chuan, expressing deep regret.

Yan Chuan understands that Wen Ruo is also bibi by Mao Ri Daojun, as for the content of Bi, although Yan Chuan doesn't understand, he can also feel that a person who regards his name as his life,

actually rebelled in front of the world, which shows that he has something more important than the famous festival, and he is pinched by Mao Ri Daojun.

"Yan Chuan, hand over the Divine Seal to me!" Mao Ri Daojun said lightly.

The tone was full of great majesty that defied everything.

Yan Chuan looked at the merits and merits of the Dao Monarch in the golden light, and smiled slightly, a trace of hideousness flashed in his eyes.

"Whew!"

His hand immediately grabbed the Divine Seal that fell from the air.

"A meritorious Dharma Appearance, also want to threaten me?" Yan Chuan said with a glare.

For the first time, in front of outsiders, Yan Chuan changed his self-title to 'I', and although the word 'I' is simple, the meaning of the connotation is extremely strong.

As soon as the word 'I' came out, it means that Yan Chuan has made all preparations and is ready to face the world!

As soon as the word 'I' came out, declare war on the world!