In the Wen Palace, Shen Lang stood in the air, and the phantoms of the ten small worlds surrounded him like stars and moons. He was solemn and solemn, like a god descending from heaven.

The demon clan's body has been surrounded by various visions, the white-clothed scribe stands in the air with his hands behind his back, looking down at the demon clan below, although he still can't see the face, but it has its own momentum like looking down on ants.

Zhen Luo looked indifferent, standing on the waves with a long sword in his hand, as graceful and luxurious as ever.

In a peach grove by the river, a man with a loose robe with his hair disheveled, uninhibited and uninhibited, was squinting at the air.

The demon man's body trembled slightly, and he could feel that the strength of any of these people was not below him!

Especially the woman standing on the waves, although she looks weak and beautiful, but the Shinto aura is extremely pure, it is clearly a Shinto monk!

And each of them seems to be under the protection of this heaven and earth, and their breath is connected with the entire Wen Palace. It seems that any one person makes a move, which is the entire power of the entire Wen Palace.

What the hell is this Ghost Wen Palace, how can there be these things?!

A flash of fear flashed in the eyes of the demon man, he had fought with many Confucian and Taoist masters, but this was the first time he had seen such a Wen Palace.

"Shen Lang, you are also a seventh-grade bachelor realm, do you dare to fight me fairly?!" The demon man shouted.

A smile lifted the corner of Shen Lang's mouth, and he nodded, "Okay, you come here." ”

The demon clan's man stared, and between him and Shen Lang, there was the white-clothed scribe.

He gritted his teeth violently, turning into a red blood ray and rushing towards Shen Lang.

The white-clothed scribe in the air snorted coldly, raised his hand and slapped it towards the demon clan.

This is the Wen Palace, all the visions here are changing with the change of Shen Lang's strength, just now this white-clothed scribe was shattered by Mo Qu's palm, it was also because he was only in the Nine Rank realm.

And now, with the blessing of the seven-rank rank, this palm green qi is tumbling like a huge wave.

A flash of horror flashed in the demon man's eyes, but there was no way back at this moment, and he raised his hand and met it with a knife.

In an instant, the green qi drowned the demon man, and the white-clothed scribe flicked his long sleeves and walked in. Zhen Luo, who was about to take off, was slightly stunned, then fell back on the waves and did not make another move.

The world seemed to be quiet, only the green energy was surging and rolling.

A moment later, the demon man's rotting body fell from the sky, silent and lifeless.

At the same time, Shen Lang felt that a delicate scarlet fruit appeared on an empty branch of Jianmu.

The demonic aura of the seven-rank demon clan provided him with a complete demon Dao fruit.

The green qi dissipated, leaving only the white-clothed scribe standing alone.

His figure is also a little thin, and the righteousness around him is a little disordered.

Shen Lang's face was surprised, he naturally knew that this white-clothed scribe was powerful, but he didn't expect that he could really kill the Seven-Rank Demon Clan.

"Dare to ask Brother Tai, but the surname is Yang, and the name has no beginning?" Shen Lang hugged his fists.

The white-clothed scribe's body trembled, and after a while, he waved his sleeves and snorted coldly, returning to the world of Momei.

Above the waves below, Zhen Luo also nodded at Shen Lang, turning into a stream of clear water and blending into the sea.

As for the middle-aged man in the peach forest, he had already lost his signs.

Shen Lang was only slightly stunned, and then he felt a strong sense of weakness, and as soon as his black body fell from the sky in front of him, the Wen Palace that suppressed the heaven and earth also disappeared.

"Ziyu!"

An exclamation sounded, and Shen Lang saw Cao Yu staggering over below, catching Shen Lang before he landed.

"Ziyu, are you alright?!"

Cao Yu exclaimed in surprise.

Shen Lang nodded slightly and said, "Are you okay?" ”

Cao Yu wiped the blood on his face and said, "It's okay, thanks to Ziyu's timely rescue!" Speaking of this, his expression darkened, "It's a pity for Senior Brother Wu." ”

Hearing this, Shen Lang couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.

He had arrived as fast as he could, but he was still one step too slow.

At this moment, Shen Lang suddenly felt that his body was being torn by a powerful force, as if he was about to squeeze him out of this space.

His heart was beating wildly, and he hurriedly said, "Brother Cao, I'll let Miss Fangfei wait not far away, and you can help take care of her after you find her!" ”

Cao Yu was stunned for a moment, the waves in the depths of Tao Chan fell just now, and there was no distinction between the enemy and me at all, but fortunately, he himself was a cultivator of Confucianism and Taoism, and his ability to resist the attack of talent was much stronger than that of the demon clan.

In addition, Shen Lang's target was those demon clans, so he was only knocked unconscious and was not injured. Later, as soon as he woke up, he saw the bodies of the unconscious Shen Lang and the seven-rank demon clan falling from the sky.

"Ziyu, are you going somewhere?" Cao Yu asked.

Shen Lang smiled wryly: "It seems that I am going to leave first." ”

Cao Yu is a talented and intelligent person, otherwise he would not be able to pass the assessment of Qingyun Academy.

As soon as he heard this, he thought of the corpse of the Seven-Rank Demon Clan just now, and his eyes suddenly showed a look of horror.

"Ziyu, you have broken through to the seventh grade?!"

Shen Lang nodded lightly and said, "Don't tell anyone about this matter for the time being, I'll ...... Leave! ”

As soon as the words fell, Shen Lang felt as if he had been swept into a turbulent current, and the huge pressure made him feel that the blood in his body was going to be pressed out of his body.

The field of vision is blurred, and the surrounding image seems to be distorted.

At that moment, he felt his body loosen and his body fell heavily on a piece of lawn.

Shen Lang lay on the ground, looking at the blue sky above.

It's out......

Since the last time I wrote the Heavenly Dao Holy Text "Song of Righteousness", this is the first time that I have exhausted all my strength.

Seven Grades Bachelor Realm.

Shen Lang lay on the ground with his eyes closed, carefully feeling the changes in his body.

Confucianism and Taoism are to use their talents to write poems, and then communicate the power of heaven and earth, and use the power of heaven and earth to exert their magical powers.

This method has advantages and disadvantages, and the advantage is naturally to make up for the lack of any offensive and defensive forces in the early stage of Confucianism and Taoism.

But the disadvantage is also very obvious, that is, relying too much on the power of the poem itself.

Shen Lang is a special case, he has a brilliant civilization of 5,000 years in China, and has an almost endless number of poems and texts, so he can always fight beyond the level.

But if it is an ordinary Confucian habitat, then you can only go to the academy to learn war poems, and most of the war poems are graded, and there are very few war poems that can be learned in the Confucian realm. In addition, without the blessings of Naruto, Original, Wenbao, etc., the combat power that can be exerted is even more pitiful.

And after arriving in the Haoran Realm, there was a noticeable change. Because in this realm, the reader finally has a heroic righteousness, which is the power that truly belongs to the reader himself.

Talent drives poetry, coupled with the cooperation of Haoran righteousness, the combat power that can be exerted is far greater than the effect of one plus one. Of course, this kind of combat power is also limited by the total amount of Haoran righteousness.

Until the scholar cultivated to the realm of the seven-rank scribe.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is the realm where readers really rise. The perfect Haoran righteousness, the powerful and incomparable Wen Palace, plus all kinds of cultural treasures and the magic power of the lotus flower. At this time, the scholars really had the strength to compete with the other seven roads to heaven.

Shen Lang took a deep breath and felt the mighty righteous qi in his body continue to pour into his limbs. There was a slight tingling in the warmth, and every ray of righteous qi flowed through the skeletal muscles, and he could feel that his body had strengthened a little.

This is Haoran's righteous qi to cleanse the flesh.

I don't know how long it took, until the sky gradually darkened, and Shen Lang sat up.

The Haoran righteousness in the Wen Palace is still a little weak, which is the sequelae of the exhaustion of Haoran's righteousness.

Recalling the battle against the seven-rank demon clan, Shen Lang's expression was a little strange.

That's a cannon to fight mosquitoes, right?

The Seven-Rank Demon Clan is indeed very strong, with strong physical strength, atavistic bloodline power, and even the ability to use various ancestral demon supernatural powers.

But what did he Shen Lang use just now?

He directly summoned the entire Wen Palace, and embodied all the visions of the small world!

The rank of the Seven Rank Bachelor Realm is "conformist", which is an extreme defensive divine ability that gives up all offensive abilities. If it is used in the ordinary bachelor realm, it is limited by the size of the Wen Palace, and the maximum distance is a few meters around the body.

And when Shen Lang summoned the Wen Palace, he directly shrouded Mo Qu and the Seven-Rank Demon Clan, and this change was something he didn't expect.

This is equivalent to using the "self-contained world" of the five-grade sage realm.

It was precisely because of this that almost every moment of the battle, he was using a power far beyond the ordinary Bachelor Realm, which even made the demon clan mistakenly think that Shen Lang had advanced to the peak of the seventh rank.

After thinking about the events of the day, Shen Lang couldn't help but smile bitterly.

But what is this place now?

When I looked around, I saw that it seemed to be an empty grassland.

Shen Lang frowned, the location of the Yunshan Secret Realm is in the Southern Demon Kingdom, if nothing else, this should be in the territory of the Southern Demon Kingdom, but I don't know what the specific place is.

With a slight movement of his mind, he summoned the little turtle, and he found that the connection between the little turtle was very weak, and it should have been blocked by the prohibition of the secret realm of Yunshan.

"Civet."

Shen Lang shouted helplessly.

The space on his side distorted, and the black cat appeared out of thin air and fell to the ground.

It looked left and right first, as if looking for something, and then raised its eyes to look at Shen Lang.

But before it could speak, Shen Lang said lazily: "Don't look for it, the spirit turtle is trapped in the secret realm of Yunshan and hasn't come out yet." ”

"Master, I'm not looking for it, I'm looking around!"

The black cat's tail hooked his ankle and his head rubbed against his calf.

Since the appearance of the little turtle, the black cat has been much more attentive, and in the past, if Shen Lang didn't call it, it wouldn't have bothered to move, let alone take the initiative to deal with Mo Qu.

But after the baby turtle appeared, it rolled up.

Shen Lang took the black cat into his arms, his mind moved slightly, and a new piece of information appeared in his mind.