Yun Wanxi curled her lips and said, "Hey, it seems you were snatching my words?"

Ye Chen smiled and didn't say anything. After getting the word "pen", he immediately flew away to search for other words he wanted.

"Senior brother, what should I do?"

Yun Wanxi and Ling Shuhan looked at Jun Moyuan and lost their minds for a moment. Tens of thousands of fellow disciples participated in this ceremony. If they joined forces, the peak battle with Ye Chen would probably hurt their own people by chance.

Judging from the strong combat power Ye Chen just showed, if he did not explode at the peak, he would never be able to suppress him.

"Don't panic."

Jun Moyuan's eyes turned and he looked very calm.

"You help me collect words and make poems. I will first make poems, seize the pen of the sky, and let the Lord of Reincarnation return empty-handed."

Ye Chen is not a formal disciple of the Confucian sect. He participated in this ceremony just to compete for the remaining two relics of the great sage, namely the Qingtian Pen and the Taicang Wenshi.

As long as there are people from the Confucian school who are ahead of the journey, Ye Chen will gain nothing.

Yun Wanxi said: "Okay, senior brother already has the method to achieve poetry?"

Jun Moyuan nodded, suddenly took a step and chanted:

"The emperor's virtue shines on the sky, and the virtuous wind blows through the world."

"The sky light gathers spiritual aggregates, and the sword energy is given to the Jingyue."

The chanting sound came out, and he held his sword in his chest, his eyes were condensed, and there was a dazzling divine light on his body. The poems he chanted were not very gorgeous or good, but they exuded a powerful inspiration.

That is the appeal of the peak of the Sun and Moon Realm!

There were more than a dozen words flying towards Jun Moyuan, which was the word Xian, Jian, Jinglun, and Lingyun. As soon as he sang the word He, the word He was inspired and flew towards him. Even the word "tian" in Ling Shuhan's hand flew to him, flying to him, and dancing and weaving it into poetry.

But this poem is two words apart.

There is one word "王" and one word "天".

These two words have a huge aura and are already taken by other students, and have not been inspired by Jun Moyuan.

"Junior brother and sister, help me!"

Jun Moyuan shouted.

Ling Shuhan and Yun Wanxi nodded one after another and flew towards the students holding the characters "Emperor" and "Qiong" respectively, which was obviously going to forcefully seize them.

The two students were panicked and did not dare to disobey, so they were ready to hand over the words in their hands.

But at this time, two spider silk flew out and grabbed all the words in their hands.

Ye Chen took action.

The net technique of heaven and earth was used, and the spider silk popped up, easily grabbing the characters "Emperor" and "Qiong".

"Lord of Reincarnation, let go!"

Seeing this, Yun Wanxi and Ling Shuhan were shocked and angry, and both waved their swords to stab Ye Chen.

Ye Chen knew that if Jun Moyuan was asked to collect the words and poems first, the Qingtian pen would probably be snatched away by the other party and he would not get anything.

He must not watch this scene happen, smiled loudly, and said, "Why do you two have to be so irritable? Wouldn't it be good to let me take charge of the Qingtian Pen?"

I communicated with Yan Tianliehuang in my heart, "Senior, I want to collect words into poems, please let me take action!"

Faced with the joint attack of two powerful men, Yun Wanxi and Ling Shuhan, Ye Chen was alone and it was really hard to deal with.

However, he was not panicked.

Because, he still has a trump card!

When Emperor Yan Tianlie heard Ye Chen's call, he let out a heavy "hmm". Without hesitation, he immediately poured his spiritual energy into Ye Chen.

Rumble!

There were three-wheeled suns that exploded out of Ye Chen.

After three days of flying into the sky, the majestic power of the sun immediately shone Yun Wanxi and Ling Shuhan like ants.

An endless powerful aura also exploded from Ye Chen's body.

That is the breath of the Lanting Realm!

Ling Shuhan and Yun Wanxi were frightened and immediately stopped wielding their swords to assassinate. The two of them were stiff in the air. Under the reflection of the three-wheeled sun, they suddenly felt as small as an ant.

The lamp realm!

How is this possible!

Ling Shuhan and Yun Wanxi were completely shocked, and all the Confucian disciples were also shocked. Huang Taiyan and Qingyan Saint Elephants below were also shocked.

Just now Ye Chen was still a high-level Taoist lord, so why did he burst out with the momentum of the Lantern Realm?

This is absolutely impossible!

"There seems to be someone behind this guy?"

The Qingyan Holy Elephant was very shocked. You could probably feel that this breath of the lamp realm did not belong to Ye Chen, but seemed to be an outsider's aura.

But no matter what, Ye Chen's power in the lamp realm exploded really shocked everyone.

Under the protection of Emperor Yan Tian Lie, Ye Chen sang:

"The pen is shocked by the wind and rain, and the poem is heartbreaking by the ghosts and gods!"

After a pause, he chanted again:

"The emperor's power is coming to the world, and his great spirit penetrates the sky!"

The poem he wanted to write is not just the poem "The pen falls into the wind and rain", but also another poem he created himself, just to weave the characters "Emperor" and "Qiong" into poems to avoid being snatched away by Jun Moyuan.

After Ye Chen chanted, words flew towards him quickly. Even the word "天" on Jun Moyuan was inspired by Ye Chen, and escaped from Jun Moyuan's control and flew to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen, who received the help of Emperor Yan Tian Lie, was simply the sun and the most dazzling focus of the audience. He spoke out in one voice, and the words were all over the sky, as if he could call them.

Soon, twenty great Dao words were written into poems around Ye Chen.

These are the two poems: "The pen is shocked by the wind and rain, and the poem is inspired by ghosts and gods" and "The emperor's power is coming to the world, and his great spirit penetrates the sky"!

When poetry was born, Ye Chen was the fastest person among everyone in the audience to collect words into poems.

These two poems of his are so domineering and fierce. When the poem is completed, a storm suddenly arose, like ghosts and gods crying, and the blue sky pen buzzing, resonating with it.

Ye Chen's eyes were condensed and he looked at the Qingtian Pen. He felt that he could completely control the Qingtian Pen as long as he took one step.

When Jun Moyuan saw that Ye Chen had become a poem, the magnificent atmosphere that had flown into the sky for three days and the breath of the lantern realm made him breathless.

He was unwilling to give up and roared in his heart, "This is unfair!"

Because, he could see that the three-day air weather was not Ye Chen's own strength.

Ye Chen cheated!

However, under the majestic pressure of the three days of the sky, Jun Moyuan trembled and could not speak out.

Ye Chen stretched out his hand and was about to seize the Qingtian Pen, but at this time, a sword light suddenly shot from the unknown time and space, and shot directly behind him.

This sword light was filled with the glory of the Heavenly Dao Crystal, extremely fierce, and even seemed to have a hint of blessing from the pillar gods, which was extremely terrifying.

The sudden sword light shattered the space of time and space, shattering the space of Lingzhao Cave Heaven, and wisps of light were annihilated. The world became extremely dark, leaving only this extremely brilliant sword light.

"This is……"

Huang Taiyan was shocked, as if he could see the origin of the sword light. He took a step forward and wanted to stop it, but finally stopped.

"Wow, who is the sneak attack? Is it the owner of Shenbing Villa?"

The Qingyan Holy Elephant seemed to see the origin of the sword light, and shouted and wanted to take action, but was stopped by Huang Taiyan.

The sword light killed extremely fast. Huang Taiyan stopped him and the Qingyan Holy Elephant was too late to take action.

Scream!

The sword light brushed through Ye Chen's ear and shot the three-wheeled sun behind him completely.

The sun exploded, and the two suns next to it were smashed together.

Ye Chen was affected by the explosion and groaned, and immediately fell from a high altitude, falling heavily into the abyss ink of Taicang Wenshi. His poems dissipated and his vision suddenly became extremely dark.

In the extreme darkness, Ye Chen felt that his bones were shattered by the aftermath of the explosion just now.

"This is...what's going on?"

Ye Chen was shocked and confused.

He communicated with the cemetery of the Reincarnation, but he saw that Emperor Yan Tianlie’s face was pale and his soul body became extremely thin. A ray of sword light cut off half of his body. The explosion of the three-wheeled sun left half of his body, and was also injured by the explosion, riddled with holes.

"Senior, what's going on?"

Ye Chen was creepy.

"After all, I'm in trouble."

Emperor Yan Tianlie smiled bitterly, his voice was already very weak.

"What?" Ye Chen had a vague premonition.
To be continued...