Mount Tai Jade Emperor on top.

A huge stone monument is like an ancient house lying here, the breath is ancient, thick as a mountain, giving people a sense of historical vicissitudes.

Everyone surrounded the stone stele, their eyes widened, and they watched carefully, for fear of missing any key places.

The other side.

Wen Tianxiang sat in front of the Origin Wendao Monument, motionless, his qi was restrained, as if he was petrified, and even his breathing was stagnant.

But around him, there is a rhyme permeating, a bookish atmosphere is dormant, accompanied by a subtle sound of wind and thunder.

"Boom!" abruptly, lightning and thunder, Wen Tianxiang's whole body is shining, the divine light is ten thousand ways, the arc is around the body, the surrounding air is windy, sharp as a knife, soaring into the sky, whistling and cutting, the sound is like thunder, like thousands of troops and horses galloping.

"This is Da Song Wen Tianxiang, Lord Wen?" someone recognized Wen Tianxiang and immediately shouted.

Hold the grass!

Hearing this, everyone on the side was startled, and they all looked towards Wen Tianxiang, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Definitely, look at this posture, another comprehension of his own literary way.

It's all open!

Everyone is about to go crazy, Nima! In just a few dozen breaths, first Fang Xuanling realized the Tao, and then Wen Tianxiang comprehended, this still doesn't let people live?

It's really more than goods to throw away, and people have to die more than people!

"Boom!" "Boom!" Thunder, Wen Tianxiang realized, sat cross-legged, Monday thunder around the body, arc surge, he closed his eyes and recuperated, as if he merged into the heaven and earth.

Consciously.

Wen Tianxiang seemed to hear a burst of chanting, which went straight to his heart and mind, making his mind empty, without distracting thoughts, like a body melting on the avenue, in harmony with nature.

In a trance, he seemed to see a non-stop god king chanting, expounding the supreme Tao and reason, profound and subtle, indescribable, and inexplicable.

This is a wonderful state, which makes people feel like an epiphany, with great feelings, and great gains.

"Hum!" With the sound of the grand chanting, Wen Tianxiang's temperament changed greatly, purple thunder currents flowed through his body, wisps of wind blades surrounded him, and his temperament was sometimes ethereal like nothing, sometimes violent like thunder.

He seemed to be the son of the god of thunder and the god of wind, and the thunder and the wind were up and down, dancing around him, like a dragon soaring.

The crowd around them retreated, not daring to approach, the sight was amazing.

Wen Tianxiang in the comprehension has a thunderous thunderbolt, and the wind is guarded by a blade, and he can't wake up, and it is estimated that he will have to stop eating if he is not careful, and everyone does not dare to approach at all.

"This son is not bad either. Emperor Wen's eyes flashed, blazing like the sun, and he praised again.

"Feng Leiwen said, violent and light, okay. Lu Yue nodded, heroic, and his perfect face did not change, as if his predecessors were commenting on his juniors.

In order not to affect others' comprehension of the original Wendao monument, Emperor Wen waved his sleeves, and a wave of qi surged, and the domineering contained mixed rolling rhyme, and the Taoism was natural.

"Buzz!"

The furious arc was raging, and the sharp wind blade slashed, but it could not affect a qi machine in the slightest.

The breath came to his body, holding up Wen Tianxiang's body, letting his body slowly levitate in the air, and after flying to a no-man's land, he slowly fell.

Under the stimulation of Fang Xuanling and Wen Tianxiang, everyone gathered around the stone tablet again, anxious to comprehend.

But they don't know that if they want to hurry, they can't reach it, and the more anxious they are, the more they will often backfire, and if they continue like this, they will get nothing.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes.

The world is like water, gone forever.

Half an hour, or more than an hour, passed.

Among the crowd, no one had an epiphany, and they couldn't help but be more anxious, like ants on a hot pot, turning around.

"Everyone, don't worry, have you noticed that whether it is Lord Fang or Master Wen, they are not shocked and communicate with the stone tablet with their hearts.

Lord Ruwen even closed his eyes directly and stood in front of the stone monument before he comprehended the avenue. At this time, a literati seemed to have discovered something and said it to everyone.

Hearing this, everyone was not stupid, and after analysis, they felt that it made sense, so they quieted down, sat cross-legged on the ground, closed their eyes, and tried to communicate with their hearts about the stone tablet.

Make every possible effort!

There is no way to do it in a hurry, now that there is a way, everyone naturally has to give it a try, anyway, there is no loss if they fail.

"Heh!" the corners of Lu Yue's mouth flashed with a hint of disdain, and he shook his head.

It took more than half an hour, that is, more than an hour, to discover this problem, which is simply incomparable with Fang Xuanling Wen Tianxiang, and he even boasts that he is a literati genius who governs the country all day long! I am also drunk with this cheekiness.

On the side, with a majestic posture, Emperor Wen, who was the ancestor of Wendao, also shook his head.

There is no harm without contrast.

Compared with Fang Xuanling and Wen Tianxiang, this group of scum in front of him can simply die!

It's completely the gap between diamond and tofu, not in the same dimension at all, and it's not good or bad at all.

"Hum!" After a while, in the crowd, a literati opened his eyes, realized a little, and a trace of joy flashed in his eyes.

He got up, came to the stele not far away, looked at a strange pattern engraved on the stele, looked at it for a while, his eyes flowed, he sat down, successfully entered the state of epiphany, and comprehended his own way.

His facial features are upright, very delicate, his expression is quiet, there are no waves in the ancient well, he is wearing a green coat, the wind blows and hunts, and a dusty aura fills the world, and his figure changes, becoming more and more vast.

The whole body is surrounded by green rays, there is vitality permeated, a giant tree phantom emerges behind him, the sky is huge, blending into the high sky, green and verdant, and the vitality is infinite.

An ancient character rises and falls in his heart, vast and desolate, containing rich vitality, like an ancient text, through the years, across the horizon. This is the way of wood, which represents infinite vitality.

Is it really possible?

Seeing this, everyone thought to themselves.

Then, they began to try to get rid of the distractions in their minds, and try to keep their minds as empty and peaceful as possible.

A few minutes later, three more literati opened their eyes, one was a young scribe in a gorgeous robe, a man in the prime of life in black, and the other was an old man in cloth with vicissitudes of life.

After the three of them opened their eyes, they walked around, found their own Wendao patterns or lines on the original Wendao monument, and carefully observed them, and then sat cross-legged and fell into an epiphany.

"Buzz!"

The man in the robe was about twenty years old, with an ordinary face, not outstanding, and belonged to the kind of person who stood inconspicuously in the crowd.

But at this time, he was hunting in a gorgeous robe, with flying black hair and unlimited style.

There was a surge of gas around him, his skin was shining, flowing with golden light, bright as the sun, and there was an indescribable aura permeating, unstoppable, as if a sword god was sitting here.

There is a font in the center of the eyebrows, sharp and sharp, brilliant as a heavenly sword, this is the golden text, sharp and incomparable.

"Buzz!"

Not far away, the sunspot man sat cross-legged, about thirty years old, at the age of thirty-one flowers for men, that is, in the prime of life, the age of a man's life, the age of his peak.

His black hair is flying, and his facial features are not outstanding, but at this time there is an indescribable feeling, which is unforgettable at a glance.

The air around them exploded, and there was a violent roar.

An arcane character rises and falls from the center of his eyebrows, ancient and heavy, as if it can crush all things and carry all living beings.

The meaning of the word is like a mountain, it is the earth behind the earth, carrying all things - the text of the earth.

On the other side.

The old man in cloth sat cross-legged, his white hair was gray, moving with the wind, and slowly, a smell of dust began to emanate, permeating here.

The whole body exudes the vicissitudes of life, very ancient, very desolate, very magnificent, very vast, he seems to be an ancient god sitting cross-legged, and there is a vast pressure descending.

The old man's white hair flew, slowly changing, the face that was as old as the bark of a tree changed, a wonderful power surged, the wrinkles gradually faded, became ruddy and shiny, a white hair like snow, at this time has changed, only to see the black hair like a waterfall, moving with the wind.

Rejuvenation, crane hair and youthful face!

In the center of his eyebrows, the ups and downs of the two mysterious characters have reversed the Qiankun years, this is the word time, expounding time with Taoism, and deriving words with time, mysterious and mysterious, indescribable.