"At noon on hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Please answer the next sentence. ”

This is the last question of the punishment, he doesn't know what the question is asking, he just knows the answer, this question can't be done through normal calculations and conjectures, because its answer is unique.

"What is this? Look at rhyme, not poetry. "Someone was surprised.

"On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops fall into the soil, seemingly simple sentences, under a single fine product, this is a masterpiece. ”

Among the people who can no longer cultivate in the world of gods, a lot of literature has emerged, such as the famous works of Shang Song in the Book of Songs, and there is no shortage of people who are proficient in poetry.

"Fairy Birong, what do you think. There are some male fans of Ma Birong who asked out loud.

And He Yong, who was lying on the ground, lay on the ground sadly, and no one cared about it.

Of course, when the third question, the final one, came out, the monks in the Fang City, the students of the academy, and some ordinary people participated. The crowd was densely packed to pay attention to this question.

"If you don't accept it, you can't, this kid has two hits, if the Confusion Tower is just a test of Taoism, I recognize myself to break through, but this punishment is three questions, I can't. "There is a young generation of the academy who are the king of the world whispering.

Ma Birong unconsciously put away his disgust for Mo Li, a person who is so high in the perception of the Tao will not be a prodigal son. The first two lines of the poem say that at noon in the scorching sun, the peasants were still working in the fields, and the drops of sweat were sprinkled on the scorching earth. And, everyone looks. Ma Birong lived up to expectations, began to analyze, and pointed to the illusory curtain in the sky with his finger, "The afternoon and the earth rhyme, the sun is against the he, and there is a clever hoe to the dripping he." Such a neat, complex and simple poem is too powerful, and it is basically impossible to come up with the next sentence. ”

Ma Birong's answer uncovered most people's doubts and also appreciated the poem.

On a high platform.

Hearing the last question of the punishment, Mo Li couldn't cry or laugh, he ate a book called "Three Hundred Tang Poems" a long time ago, originally he thought it was useless at all, but he didn't expect that at the critical moment, it could come in handy, these three questions were simply tailored for him.

Stepping forward, the momentum exploded, and Mo Li shouted: "Who knows that Chinese food is hard work!"

The fragments of time shine brightly, and the punishment is painful and shameful. The huge golden lion body trembled.

The sky is collapsing, and the space is collapsing.

Many people exclaimed that this apocalyptic scene was too horrifying.

There is a big secret in this, it is unimaginable.

The extremely strong energy suppression field of the high platform suppressed the desert glass, and the power diffused made it difficult for those who were close to it to breathe.

Mo Li's face was as usual, but his eyes burst with invincible battle intent, and he was covered in golden light, facing a trace of power from the Confusion Tower with his golden body.

"Ah~" punishment pain, grief and indignation jumped into the collapsed sky, the huge body shattered.

However, the punishment of the shattered body revealed a trace of aura that was absorbed by Mo Li.

Mo Li has been greatly transformed, which is a wisp of the sect master method on the punishment body. His white hair flew and his momentum skyrocketed.

"Hum. ”

A wave resounded through the God of War Academy, representing him to pass the level.

The Confused Monument appeared in the air, and a wisp of avenue pattern appeared.

The first level. Desert glass.

"Really passed. ”

"The Temple of the God of War is not going to be quiet. ”

In the depths of the God of War Courtyard, someone stood up, and the powerhouse on the God of War list exclaimed, and it was difficult to hide his surprise.

The scene of the high platform has changed greatly, and the gladiatorial arena has evolved.

A male lion roared in the middle of the field.

"Why, the second level is so simple, just going head-to-head with a lion beast, it may be difficult for mortals, but for us cultivators, it's too easy. Some people were stunned, but they all thought it was easy.

However, as Moli took a step, many people closed their mouths, and Moli shrunk and turned into children.

"Oh my God, what's going on. I became a child, too. ”

"It's horrible. ”

This is the power of time, and the people around him, including Mo Li, have turned back to their childhood and uncultivated realm.

Generally speaking, only the descendants of those saints, or the descendants of ancestral demons and sect masters, are comparable to spirits at a young age, but ordinary mortals can't even reach the spirits.

And that male lion obviously has a little demon realm, which means that if he can beat this male lion, he is recognized as surpassing the limit of the talent of the strongest clan.

The power of the years is spreading, and many people are powerless by the lion, and the scene is too realistic and suffocating.

Mo Li is calm, his physical body has been modified by the T-virus, and his perfectly fused genetic talent is no less than Alice's.

The male lion is running, and Mo Li's young body is running wildly.

"Oh my God, it's awful. ”

Many people standing near the God of War Gate shouted, and the momentum of the lion alone made them fall back to mortals, and their faces turned pale, and they could not have the slightest strength to resist.

Many people are covered in cold sweat and quickly regress, pushing out the circle affected by the power of time.

However, to their surprise, the male lion opened his bloody mouth and swallowed the desert glass in one gulp. However, the sight of being bitten off and swallowed alive did not appear.