I saw Zhang Feng's body, the auspicious clouds of merit continued to fall from the sky, brilliant and mighty.

After the two meritorious golden dragons, the third one was condensed!

And then there's the fourth!

Article 5!

Sixth!

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Article 9!

The golden dragon of merit that is unattainable and unattainable is constantly condensed on Zhang Feng's body, circling and flying!

Heaven and earth are silent.

All things worship.

Zhang Feng, who was arched by the golden dragon of nine merits, at this moment, was like walking in the world with the will of heaven and earth, and he could punish heaven with a word.

Yue Wumeng is stupid now.

Looking at the golden dragon of merit that all beings of Yunyun Wendao could not obtain in their lifetime, they were condensed in Zhang Feng's body like not wanting money, and nine golden dragons of merit flew and circled around Zhang Feng.

Yue Wumeng felt a little confused.

The brain is buzzing.

This Nima is like a dream.

"What a sentence that heaven and earth agree on......"

That sentence directly led the heavens and the earth, condensing the nine meritorious golden dragons. ”

"Doesn't this mean that with just this sentence, this person's contribution to the world is comparable to educating thousands of races?"

"In the future, you can become a saint, and half a foot has already crossed the threshold of the fairy world...... Could it be that what he said was really right?"

"This world should be unfair?"

Yue Wu dreamed of coming here, and suddenly there was a bitterness from the heart.

Since joining the Demon Gate, he has always worked hard for the great ideal of universal harmony, and regarded the equality of all beings as his lifelong pursuit.

And seeing that Zhang Feng relied on the sentence "This world is not fair", directly attracted the recognition of heaven and earth, and condensed the nine meritorious golden dragons, Yue Wumeng was a little lemon......

At the same time, there is a deep confusion.

Could it be that his own pursuit, his life's ambition, was completely wrong from the beginning?

Otherwise, why does heaven and earth agree with his words so much, but never pity these people with lofty ideals in the Demon Gate?

Yue Wumeng was silent for a long time and sighed.

Rubbing his eyes, when he looked at it again, the whole person was stunned.

The vision of heaven and earth suddenly vanished.

The auspicious golden light, the meritorious golden dragon, is as if it has never appeared.

The person standing in front of him was still in an ordinary Qi refining period.

"What's going on?" Yue Wumeng's face changed, and he couldn't understand why the vision of heaven and earth suddenly disappeared.

Zhang Feng: It's special effects, I turned off the special effects.

Yue Wumeng hesitated for a moment, then swept back to Zhang Feng's side, and frowned: "Those visions of heaven and earth ...... just now"

"What kind of vision?" Zhang Feng looked puzzled, "After I finished speaking, you just stood there in a daze, nothing happened at all." ”

"Huh?" Yue Wumeng was stunned again.

Nothing happened?

How can it be?

Just that day, auspicious golden light descended, and the scene of countless meritorious auspicious clouds condensing the golden dragon is still vivid!

But looking at Zhang Feng's puzzled face, which didn't seem to be fake, and the still ordinary atmosphere, Yue Wumeng was a little confused.

Fang Cai's scene, is it his own hallucination?

Thinking of this, Yue Wumeng actually breathed a sigh of relief.

I really can't accept that my life's pursuit is wrong.

If Fang Cai's scene is an illusion, that is to say, the world harmony that he pursues in this life is not rejected by heaven and earth.

But for some reason, Yue Wumeng felt that his pursuit of the world's harmony seemed to have been slightly shaken.

At this time, facing Zhang Feng, Yue Wumeng didn't know how to continue brainwashing.

After all, the scene just now had already scared Yue Wumeng stupid.

If that scene is true, if you go to brainwash this kid again, it is estimated that God will have to hack yourself to death...... And to be honest, Yue Wumeng didn't know how to refute Zhang Feng's words.

"That's it, that's it, it's better to believe it than not to believe it. Yue Wumeng took a deep breath, and suddenly looked at Zhang Feng with a solemn face, "Let me ask you, have you ever practiced Wendao?"

"Mosquitoes, what mosquitoes?" Zhang Feng was stunned.

Yue Wumeng's heart was a little relieved, it seems that this kid has no literary attainments at all.

However, if that scene is true, I am afraid that once this kid sets foot on the Wendao, he will be able to soar!

If you can bring it back to the Demon Gate to cultivate......

"Alright, boy, I'm too lazy to do any more verbal arguments with you. Yue Wumeng snorted coldly, and decided to take Zhang Feng away for the time being, and then find an opportunity to slowly reform.

It's really that the psychological shadow left on him by the scene just now is a bit big, and he doesn't want to discuss with Zhang Feng for a while whether the world should be fair or not......

"Come back to the Demon Gate with me. Yue Wumeng said as he put pen to paper and inscribed poems.

Yue Wumeng's cultivation is poetry, although he can't mobilize the aura of heaven and earth to perform spells like monks, but as a great Confucian with wonderful brushes, it is enough to hook heaven and earth with literary energy, so that heaven and earth can be used for his own use.

Zhang Feng turned around and ran.

Yue Wumeng didn't mean to stop him, looking at Zhang Feng's ordinary running, as well as the speed of the Qi refining period like a turtle in his eyes, the corners of his mouth sneered.

In a Qi refining period, at this speed, how could he escape from under his own eyes?

Do you really think that my literati don't have the strength to fight?

In fact, Zhang Feng deliberately pressed the speed......

If you really want to run, don't say that you have no dreams for a month, you can't catch up with you for ten months without dreams!

I, Zhang Feng, may not be able to fight, but the kung fu of escaping for my life is unparalleled in the world!

Zhang Feng just wanted to pretend to be resistant, pretending not to want to be arrested and taken to the Demon Gate.

But actually.

Zhang Feng wished that Yue Wumeng would quickly take himself to the Demon Gate to inspect his future industry...... Well, Zhang Feng has completely regarded the Demon Gate rudder here as his own......

When Zhang Feng knew the plan of the Demon Gate to capture talents, he had already thought about it, and he wanted to infiltrate into the Demon Gate.

At this time, Yue Wumeng didn't know what a shameless person with wolf ambitions he was facing in this mediocre Qi refining period now.

"Boy, do you still want to escape from my demon gate?" Yue Wumeng sneered, pulled out the jade pen on his waist, and swept out with a literary aura, condensing into Senran ink at the tip of the pen.

"Little grass is so cute!"

Yue Wumeng splashed ink, her body was like a dance, and the black ink wrote a beautiful poem in the air.

The next moment, the poem flowed brightly, and then disappeared into heaven and earth.

At the feet of Zhang Feng, who was running at a high speed, countless grass vines suddenly appeared, twisting and binding Zhang Feng's ankles.

It came out so suddenly.

There is not a trace of spiritual power fluctuation at all!

Even Zhang Feng didn't react for a while, he was directly tied to his ankles, and then ......

Zhang Feng accidentally didn't control his strength, and his running feet directly tore apart the countless grass vines.

Zhang Feng stopped and stood in place with a complicated expression.

On the other side, Yue Wumeng, who was sneering at the corner of his mouth, also had a dull expression in an instant.

At this moment, the air was extremely silent.

Yue Wumeng couldn't understand how the poems written by a great Confucian could be broken by a Qi refining period.

Although it was just written by himself, it was equivalent to the spell of an early Jindan monk!

It's just gone?

On the other side, Zhang Feng's face was extremely embarrassed.

In order not to expose his true strength, in order not to startle the snake, he deliberately suppressed his speed, pretending that he was just an ordinary Qi refining period.

The script in his mind has been thought of, as long as Yue Wumeng makes a move, he immediately pretends to be difficult to break free, lies on the ground and wails for mercy, and then is captured by Yue Wumeng back to the demon gate.

I never expected it...... This means of writing so suddenly......

Zhang Feng was completely unprepared, and he didn't have time to retract his strength at all, so he directly pulled off the vines that suddenly appeared.

Even Zhang Feng didn't feel the slightest resistance at all.

Zhang Feng is so depressed in his heart, why don't you say hello with your special spell, it's so abrupt, how can I, Zhang Feng, cooperate with you!

To tell the truth, since Zhang Feng established the dragon bone, the bone refining realm has been completed, and his physical fitness can fight the peak of Jindan.

Just a few grass and vines, just like hair, it's hard not to break it......

For a moment, the air was extraordinarily silent.

The atmosphere was extremely awkward.

Yue Wumeng looked at Zhang Feng with a shocked expression: "What's the matter?"

Can you break yourself so easily in a qi refining period?

Zhang Feng swallowed dryly, smiled embarrassedly and said, "Or, you try again?"

Zhang Feng originally thought that Yue Wumeng would feel a little wrong.

But I didn't expect that Yue Wumeng was like an honest person, and really nodded: "Okay!"

The tone of writing is vertical and horizontal, the pen and ink are flowing, and the moon has no dreams and floating poems.

"Big tree, big tree, you're so big!"

A beautiful and moving verse, the light shines brightly, blending into the heaven and earth.

The next moment, several big trees beside Zhang Feng twisted their branches as if they had life, and countless branches rolled towards Zhang Feng in unison!

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Feng's limbs were all tied, and the whole person was separated in big characters!

This posture is a bit shameful.

Zhang Feng hurriedly began to pretend to be struggling, but just twisted his body, he only heard the sound of the branches that bound him were about to break......

Zhang Feng: "......"

That's it?

Zhang Feng was very helpless in his heart, but on the surface, he still had to pretend to be struggling, feeling the weak power of these branches, Zhang Feng tried hard to control himself, worried that he would really break free if he was not careful......

"Ah!!h

"Damn, I can't break free!"

"What the hell is this?"

Zhang Feng struggled "hard", gritted his teeth and looked at those branches with a look of fear.

Under the excessive force, his face turned red, the green tendons on his neck burst out, and his muscles trembled.

Yue Wumeng saw that this Qi cultivator really couldn't break free, put away the jade pen, and stepped forward with a smile.

"It seems that Fang Cai made a mistake, maybe a certain comparison is not very good. Yue Wumeng stopped in front of Zhang Feng and said with a smile, "Don't try to struggle, although the combat power of my Wendao people is not as good as that of a monk, this kind of power of heaven and earth is not something you can compete with in a Qi refining period." ”

Zhang Feng gritted his teeth and said, "All the bells and whistles!"

"Hehe, whatever you say, how can you imagine the subtlety of the Dao?" Yue Wumeng chuckled, "You should be glad that I didn't use the means of painting the Dao against you, otherwise you wouldn't have been tied up." ”

After saying these few words, Zhang Feng was already in a cold sweat on his forehead, panting.

After all, it's really tiring to act too realistically.

This bundle of branches is like a strand of hair under Zhang Feng's feelings, almost breaking as soon as he exerts force, Zhang Feng has to pretend to be struggling but can't keep pulling, he has to grit his teeth, and he has to be careful, which is more tiring than fighting.

At this moment, Zhang Feng looked at Yue Wumeng, who was standing in front of him, and thought that if he suddenly made a move, Yue Wumeng would probably be beaten to death by himself if he couldn't even take out the pen.