The two walked side by side, and the other middle-grade monks surrounded the two.

"Zhou Chunfeng, today I will pick your ears!" Xiang Wang Baiya raised his nose and roared.

The tree horn king moved forward slowly, and strong winds rippled around it. The dust on the ground should have been rolled up, but it was pressed by its power, rising and falling, as if boiling.

The deer antlers of the Tree Horn King floated gently, and suddenly, dark clouds in the sky cracked, and starlight about a meter thick passed through the dark clouds and fell on the head of the Tree Horn King.

Its body slowly swelled, but in the blink of an eye, it swelled to a height of fifty feet.

A demon is like a city.

However, the Tree Horn King looked suspicious.

"Be careful, even if the nine-colored rainbow has not formed a war poem, be alert." The king of tree horns.

"Maybe it's just Wenbao's power, just protection or other purposes, and it cannot attack us." Xiang Wang Baiya said.

The strong pressure of the Tree Horn King formed a substantial strong wind that blew from afar to the city walls.

Song Yunjing, who had a gentle face, was calm and light, let the strong wind blow some white hair, throw a green jade paperweight with his left hand into the air, and the black pole and silver pen in front of him were in the air, then raised his head and recited the new war poem loudly.

The brush is transformed into words in the mid-air.

"The yellow clouds move north and the wind is shining, and the nine white waves flow into Kunlun. The great river comes west to determine the world, and roars thousands of miles to touch the dragon gate!"

The sound comes out like a dragon.

Qingyun paperweight exploded, a ball of white light emerged, and rushed straight into the sky.

The twenty-eight words written in the silver pen gathered into a silver light and flew towards the sky.

Song Yunjing was in the wind, his clothes were shining, and his golden pen rose from his head, Tianhe ink, the vast paper and the ink of the sea. In the next moment, the four phases merged, and three transparent flowers were separated and floating above his head, and a rushing out from behind him.

A ball of green light and white light fly upwards.

All the humans present were happy. The four elements merged, and three flowers hang on the top. Song Yunjing was promoted to the third rank at this time.

The starlight in the sky originally shone at the Tree Horn King, but the invisible power twisted the sky, changed direction, and shone on Song Yunjing.

All the people on the city wall were shining by the stars.

Li Qingxian found that the spiritual platform was moving lightly, and the Thunder Dragon Fire Seal and the four boys were absorbing the light of the stars.

In an instant, a nine-colored rainbow shone across the sky.

Three rays of lights of white, green and silver were soaring upwards and crashed into the nine-colored rainbow.

boom……

A shocking sound echoed throughout the world, and a sudden light shone in the west.

Everyone squinted their eyes and looked at the end of the sky to the west, nine identical snow-capped mountains rose from the ground, shining brightly, connecting the sky and the earth, as if they had lasted forever.

The surface of the snow-capped mountain flashed slightly, the mountains moved and avalanches, and the white snow swelled, instantly gathering into nine bright white rivers, flying from the end of the sky.

Nine long rivers fly and change.

In the blink of an eye, nine white rivers turned into nine white dragons, shining with scales, five claws, long beards floating, eyes majestic and powerful, strong pressure swept across, the king's king's harem was gone

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"What kind of war poem is this?"

The three demon kings hurriedly retreated and defended with all their might.

Suddenly, dark clouds burst out in the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw two mountain peaks falling down on the heads of the three demon kings. The tops of the mountain were connected, and a giant gate was arched out.

Longmen Mountain suddenly fell and hit the ground, covering a radius of thousands of feet. All the demon clans in the north of the city were below it.

boom!

Countless demons raised their heads and watched the shadows descend, and before they could shout, they instantly turned into powder and mud.

The three demon kings were in the giant gate surrounded by two mountains. The elephant king's white teeth and the snake king's black patterns seemed to be slapped by the god's palm, sinking into the ground, and their whole body cracked with the surrounding earth.

The top of the tree horn king's head was like white horns surging wildly, resisting the seal of Longmen, but the flesh cracked and blood beads emerged all over his body.

"Little human race, how dare..."

Nine thousand-foot white dragons, roared to the sky, flew in an instant, and collided in the dragon gate, where the three demon kings were.

boom!

Jiulong angrily hit Longmen Mountain.

The sky shook and the earth, and the blazing white light column shone into the sky, then exploded, a cloud of mushrooms bloomed in the sky, and the violent white ring-shaped shock wave swept across all directions.

Wherever you pass, the righteous energy will evade the evil spirit, the demon blood will burn, and the evil demon will burn its body.

On the other hand, after the human race was hit, the skin of the whole body was shaken, and then it penetrated deep into the blood, muscles, and bone marrow. An indescribable sense of comfort spread throughout the body, as if soaking in a hot spring in the winter.

Song Baige was surprised and happy, murmured to himself: "First-level battle poems, righteousness supports the universe..."

People nearby looked at Song Yunjing's back with envy.

As soon as this strange phenomenon appeared, Song Yunjing was the leader of the Shilin and the role model of literary cultivation.

"The righteous spirit supports the universe, the resources of the prime minister..." Li Qingxian did not expect that Song Yunjing would be so good.

Outside Beichen City, where the dragon gate fell, there was a huge dark pit with smoke.

The demon clan's corpse remains.

Suddenly, an indescribable aura of terror rose into the sky, shaking everyone's mind.

"If I don't take my holy abbot's essence and blood, I will not be a demon if I don't take this revenge!"

Then a blood light rose into the sky and flew to the north. In the blood light, a bloody deer had no horns and feet.

Everyone looked around. The demon clan in the north was killed by Longmen. The other three demon clans encountered the roar of the Nine Dragons and the righteousness of the righteousness to help Qiankun. Most of them died. There were only a few fourth-grade fifth-grade demon clans stumbled and fled, staggering.

Some middle-class generals jumped out of the city to chase them.

"Kill two third-grade demon kings, kill hundreds of thousands of demons, and have a great victory!" Song Yunjing turned around and announced to everyone.

Everyone was excited and shouted: "Wan Sheng!Wan Sheng!Wan Sheng!"

Song Yunjing walked to Li Qingxian, clasped his fists with his hands, and said aloud: "Disciple Song Yunjing, pay homage to the Master of Poetry."

After saying that, he bent down ninety degrees and bowed in public.

"No..." Li Qingxian reached out to help, and his surging literary spirit blocked the front like a wall.

Everyone looked at Li Qingxian, and their hearts were filled with indescribable envy. At a young age, they had achieved a master of poetry and helped others to become great scholars. Not to mention anything else, just the connections of the new great scholar Song Yunjing would benefit greatly.

After Song Yunjing bowed, he stood up, smiled gently with a gentle face, and said, "Change the poem into a rank, helping me become a great scholar. You can afford this worship."

Li Qingxian said: "Uncle Song is so polite. If you have such a thing in the future, you don't need to move. Just arrange for Brother Song to bow three times and nine times."

Everyone laughed.

"You want to help me modify the poem into a first-class one, and I kowtow to you every day!" Song Baige said indifferently.

"You are so embarrassed to mention it?" Li Qingxian said.

"Others praise my poetry for being good, Uncle Zhou, you can judge it." Song Baige was anxious.

Zhou Chunfeng smiled and said, "Song Baige's poems, Li Qingxian's calligraphy, and the two gems of Daqi."

Everyone's eyes fell on Li Qingxian's poem page, and they couldn't help laughing.

"Uncle Zhou..." Song Baige looked sad.

Song Yunjing took away the poem written by Li Qingxian in both hands and said, "I have kept this poem well and kept it as a family heirloom. The words are a little bit bad, but the momentum is not bad."

Song Baige looked at Li Qingxian in confusion and asked, "Are the words you said before writing the poem true?"

"What did he say?" Zhou Chunfeng asked.

Li Qingxian said seriously: "It's true. I..."

Li Qingxian repeated the whole process.

Zhou Hen was stunned and full of thoughts when he heard this.

Zhou Chunfeng was stunned for a moment, his eyebrows and eyes were smiling.

Most of the people looked at each other and praised the emperor.

Song Baige opened his mouth and did not dare to speak.

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Chapter completed!