Under the vast sky, a map of the Tao overwhelmed the ages, sealed the heavens, and covered the imperial city.

"Buzz!"

Jixia School Palace, the literary atmosphere is vast, the white clouds are surging, a colorful tree, like a canopy, is full of light, covering the imperial city, standing up to the sky.

On top of this ancient colorful tree, it is lush and fruitful, and these fruits are of different shapes, or they are as green as a ruler, or as blue as a chess, or as red as a sword, or as red as a needle...... The sound of Taoist chanting came from it, and the phantoms were manifesting, as if the infinite scholars were speaking.

"It's ...... An ancient tree transformed by the luck of a hundred schools of thought!"

"Wendao Caishu?! With the Jixia School Palace as a melting pot, gather the luck of hundreds of families, gather all the talents, and Naven faith...... It's a pity that it has only been bred for a few decades......"

"Yes, otherwise, if it can be conceived for tens of thousands of years, it will be earth-shattering when it is born, and it is likely to become the second treasure of Wendao to suppress the eons after the Wen Zu Sutra!"

"Having said that, this Wendao Colored Tree is already extraordinary, although the early birth will greatly increase the gestation time of this Wendao Colored Tree, but it is not a good thing!"

While everyone was thinking, they saw that the Wendao colorful tree shot out a piece of Shenhua, full of colors, rushing into the sky, hitting the sky, and imprinting the heaven and earth.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The silent collision sounded, the endless void was annihilated, and an invisible power stirred in the firmament, like a galaxy falling, pervasive, unbreakable, shattering all obstacles, and obliterating anything tangible.

The Wendao Colored Tree trembled slightly, the fluorescent flickering leaves fluttered, and an aftermath poured out; the tall and majestic Imperial City shook, the surrounding earth cracked, and a great guardian array rushed up, but it was instantly shattered, and it was impossible to stop it at all.

"Buzz!"

Seeing that the entire imperial city was about to be wiped out, at the critical moment, Wendao Caishu was shocked, and the boundless literary spirit was cleansed, sweeping away the aftermath of the Dao map, and re-guarding the imperial city.

"Whoa!"

The ancient tree formed by the convergence of endless literary qi is vast and magnificent, with a height of millions of zhang, like an ancient sacred mountain, shocking the heavens and the earth, and opposing the Taoist map.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's like this, either you die or I die!"

"Fight with all your might, even if it's a war with the Terrans!"

"Poor Dao knows that you are worried about the saint behind the human race, but don't my lich clan have the existence of a saint who can compete with it?!"

"Not to mention that there is a Dao ancestor Yu Ling first, even if Taishang and Yuan Shi make a move, there will be people who will stop them. The Tongtian Sect Master set up a sect to intercept the sect, but there is no class in the teaching, and the two saints in the West are dissatisfied with the Taishang and Yuan Shi controlling the luck of the human race, and they will definitely not make a move......"

The demon god Ji Meng, the great witch Jiufeng, saw the ancient kings who were hesitant all around, his mind moved, and he opened his mouth to analyze the situation for the kings; although he could not have a 100% promise, even if he was only fifty percent sure, he could only try it now.

The decision has been made, the ancient kings no longer hesitated, originally because of the inexplicable appearance of the Dao Tu, there were eight or nine points of mana, but now there are two points of mana in ten is stirring.

The Dao map shook, and the light that gradually dimmed because of the resistance of the Wendao colored tree suddenly brightened, the laws were intertwined, and the imprint was clear, as if it was pressed down with the entire heavenly dome, colliding with the ancient tree.

"Whoa!"

The ancient tree of Wendao was crowded, and the leaves fell off from the ancient tree, and then shattered, turning into spiritual energy and dissipating; if it weren't for the gathering of Wendao's luck, I am afraid it would have already turned into powder.

"Wow, whoa, whoa..."

Many scholars screamed, raised their heads to the sky and spurted out a mouthful of blood, their bodies trembled, their literary qi was exhausted, their whole bodies were weak, and they fainted in an instant.

"Poof!poof..."

Taoist Li Er, Confucian Confucian Confucius, Soldier Sun Wu, Mojia Mo Zhai, Legalist Han Fei...... The hundreds of sons and dozens of sages snorted one after another, their faces were pale and bloodless, their chest Chinese qi was shaken, and the little trees were swaying with brilliance, all of them were slightly or seriously injured.

As soon as the Wendao colorful tree dimmed, the Daotu pressed down, and there was a faint clicking sound, dozens of branches were broken, and thousands of ancient leaves collapsed.

"Righteous air ruler, Haoran pen!"

"Heaven and Earth Chessboard!"

"Momei Sword!"

"French Open!"

“......”

Haoran righteousness is surging, heaven and earth are stirring, plum blossoms are gorgeous, and endless laws are intertwined...... A righteous ruler, a Haoran pen, a chessboard of heaven and earth, a Momei sword, and a net of laws...... Turning into more than a dozen rays of light, they all rushed into the sky.

Zhuzi Baijia made every effort, the pure and incomparable literary atmosphere, more surging than the vast ocean, on the huge Wendao color tree, rushed up a white vein, like clouds and mist, also has the charm of the avenue, continue to meet the Daotu.

"Now that the Lich Hundred Tribes are here, why are the Terrans afraid of a war?!"

"The prosperity of the ancient lich still can't help our human race, and now that our human race has become a great trend, why are you afraid of the lich hundred tribes?!"

"Don't panic, Taiqiu is here!"

"Dye the sky with my blood, and shine with my heart!"

"The spirit of literature is magnificent, the law is added, the wind and rain are like obscurity, and the thunder is accompanied!"

At the moment of fierce battle, the void was torn, and old men walked out of it, clean white robes, unstained with dust, and their old faces were bright...... A river-like literary aura turned into pillars of light, blessing the Wendao colorful tree.

"Poof!"

A light sound came, the Dao diagram intertwined by the hundreds of lich clans trembled, the ancient trees where the sons and hundreds of schools gathered shook, and there was a palpitating breath in the desolation, as if the entire heavens and all worlds had come to an end.

"Oh my God......! It was the ancient scribes in the ancestral hall of the human race, and they arrived in time. ”

"The Lich Clans have come out together and are ruthless to the Terrans, and if Xuandu Guangcheng does not retreat, I am afraid that it will shake the foundation of the Human Sect. ”

"The collision of the century, the collision of the century!"

"The human race fights against the desolate tribes with its own strength, and even if it is defeated later, it will not lose its prestige!"

The heavenly court was shocked, the underworld changed color, and the power was shocked, in the sky, a picture, an ancient tree, collided continuously, but they were not damaged, but they exuded terrifying fluctuations.

......

Above the thirty-three heavens, beyond the endless sky, several light clusters confronted each other, hazy, and terrifying momentum, sweeping away the chaos in all directions.

"Houtu is here for the Wu clan, and it is not surprising that the poor road is poor. But Nuwa, you are the Holy Mother of the Terran and enjoy the luck of the Terran, but now you want to block the poor path because of the demon race? If the Terrans know about it, they are only afraid of you, the Holy Mother...... Hmph!" In the Pangu flag, the voice of Yuan Shi Tianzun came.

"Dao Ancestor has a saying: All saints must not meddle in the affairs of the famine! Poor Dao came here, but he couldn't bear the two senior brothers to disobey Dao Ancestor. In the red hydrangea, Nuwa Niangniang's voice was very cold.

"You ......"

"Alright, Senior Brother Yuanshi. On the Taiji diagram, the voice of the old man of Taishang reverberate, shaking away the endless chaotic qi, "Senior Sister Nuwa, Houtu Niangniang, the two of you are really calculating! ”

"It's too serious. Aren't you also trying to suppress the Human Emperor? In this case, Poor Dao and Nuwa's sister couldn't bear to destroy Taishang's plan, but they just accidentally expanded it. Hou Tu Niang said lightly, in a cloud of light and shadow, there seemed to be six black holes manifesting, devouring endless chaos.

"Hmph! The Terran race has become a big trend, even if the Lich Hundred Clans come out together, they can't be shaken!"

Taishang dropped this sentence, and the Taiji diagram and Pangu Banner turned into two divine lights, splitting the chaos and disappearing into the sky, but they were returned to their respective deities.

"This time I offended Taishang, I'm afraid it won't be easy in the future. Looking at the direction in which the Taiji diagram disappeared, Nuwa Niangniang said quietly.

"Nuwa's sister is too humble, her sister is the first person to become a saint since Daozu, if Taishang really makes a move on her sister, I'm afraid she won't be pleased. Hou Tu Niang said thoughtfully.

Nuwa Niangniang heard this, but she didn't say anything more, and the red hydrangea bloomed with red light, turned into a red light, and returned to the Wa Palace.