The two of them walked side by side, with the other mid-level monks surrounding them.
"Zhou Chunfeng, I will pluck both of your ears today!" White Fang, the Elephant King, raised his nose and roared.
The tree-horned king moved forward unhurriedly, with strong winds rippling around it. The dust on the ground should have been rolled up, but it was pressed an inch off the ground by its power, rising and falling, as if boiling.
The antlers of the Tree-Horned King were floating gently. Suddenly, the dark clouds in the sky split open, and streaks of starlight about ten feet thick passed through the dark clouds and landed on the top of the Tree-Horned King's head.
Its body slowly expanded, but in the blink of an eye, it expanded to a height of fifty feet.
A monster is like a city.
However, Tree Horn King's eyes became suspicious.
"Be careful, even though the nine-color rainbow has not formed a war poem, you still have to be vigilant." King Shujiao said.
"Maybe it's just the power of the cultural treasure, it's just for protection or other purposes, and it can't attack us." Elephant King Bai Ya said.
The strong coercion of the Treehorn King turned into a substantial wind, blowing to the city wall from a distance.
The elegant-looking Song Yunjing let the strong wind blow some of his white hair. He threw a dragon-patterned sapphire paperweight into the air with his left hand. The black silver pen in front of him flew into the air. Then he raised his head and recited the new war poem loudly.
The sound of the pen turns into characters in mid-air.
"The yellow clouds go to the north to stir up the wind, and the white waves flow through Kunlun in nine directions. The great river comes to the west to break up the heaven and the earth, roaring for thousands of miles and touching the dragon gate!"
The sound is like a dragon.
The Qingyun paperweight exploded, emitting a ball of white light and shooting straight into the sky.
The twenty-eight words written by the silver pen in the air merged into a line of silver light and flew towards the sky.
Song Yunjing stood in the strong wind, dressed in hunter-gathering clothes, with a golden literary pen, Tianhe ink, vast paper and Cunhai inkstone rising above his head. In the next moment, the four phases merged, forming three transparent flowers floating above his head, and a stream of flowers rushed out behind him.
A group of blue light, intertwined with white light and silver light, flew upwards.
All the human beings present were overjoyed, the four elements merged, three flowers hung on the ceiling, and Song Yunjing was promoted to the third rank at this moment.
The starlight in the sky was originally shining towards the Tree Horn King, but the invisible force distorted the sky, changed its direction, and instead shined on Song Yunjing.
Everyone on the city wall is illuminated by the stars.
Li Qingxian noticed that the spiritual platform was moving slightly, and the Thunder Dragon Fire Seal and the four boys were absorbing the light of the stars.
An instant later, a nine-color rainbow shone across the sky.
Three rays of light, white, green, and silver, soared upwards and crashed into the nine-color rainbow.
boom……
An earth-shattering sound resounded throughout the world, and a sudden light flashed across the west.
Everyone squinted their eyes and saw that at the end of the western sky, nine identical snow-capped mountains rose from the ground, shining brightly, connecting the sky and the earth, as if they had existed forever.
The surface of the snow-capped mountains flashed lightly, the mountains moved and avalanches avalanched, and the white snow rolled. In an instant, they gathered into nine long, bright white rivers, flying from the end of the sky.
The nine long rivers are changing as they fly.
Flying close in the blink of an eye, the nine white rivers turned into nine white dragons, with shining scales, five cold claws, long beards floating, majestic eyes, and strong coercion swept across, and the tree-horned king's majesty was gone.
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"What kind of war poem is this?"
The three demon kings quickly retreated and defended with all their strength.
Suddenly, dark clouds burst high in the sky.
Everyone looked up and saw two peaks falling together above the heads of the three demon kings. The tops of the mountains were actually connected, forming a giant gate.
Longmen Mountain suddenly fell and hit the ground, covering a thousand feet in radius. All the monsters in the north of the city were under it.
boom!
Countless monsters raised their heads and watched the black shadow descend. Before they could shout, they instantly turned into powder and mud.
The three demon kings were standing in the giant gate surrounded by two mountains. The White Fang of the Elephant King and the Black Stripe of the Snake King seemed to have been slapped by the palm of the god, sinking into the ground, and their whole bodies cracked together with the surrounding earth.
The white horns on the top of the tree-horned king's head surged wildly, resisting the dragon gate's seal. However, his skin and flesh cracked, and drops of blood emerged from his body.
"How dare you, little human race..."
Nine thousand-foot-long white dragons roared up to the sky, flew in instantly, and all crashed into the dragon gate, where the three demon kings were.
boom!
Kowloon crashes into Longmen Mountain.
The sky shook and the earth shook, a blazing white light beam shone into the sky, and then exploded. A mushroom cloud bloomed in the sky, and a violent white ring-shaped shock wave swept across all directions.
Wherever it passes, righteous energy sweeps away evil and filth, demon blood burns, and demonic bodies burn.
On the other hand, after the human race encountered the impact, they only felt the skin of the whole body vibrating, and then penetrated 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, and murmured to himself: "The poetry of Yipin Zhan, righteousness can help the world..."
People nearby looked at Song Yunjing's back with envy.
As soon as this vision appeared, Song Yunjing became a leader of scholars and a model of literary cultivation.
"Righteousness supports the world, and the capital of the prime minister..." Li Qingxian did not expect that Song Yun Jing was so great.
Outside Beichen City, where the Dragon Gate falls, there is a huge black pit with smoke rising.
There are no corpses left of the monster race.
Suddenly, an indescribable aura of terror rose into the sky, shaking everyone's mind.
"It consumes the essence and blood of my Saint Ancestor. If I don't avenge this, I swear I won't become a monster!"
I saw a bloody light rising into the sky and flying towards the north. In the bloody light, I could faintly see a bloody deer with no antlers and no legs.
Everyone looked around. The demon clan in the north was killed by Longmen. The other three-faced demon clan encountered the roar of the Nine Dragons and Zhengqi Fuqiankun. Most of them died. Only a few fourth- and fifth-level demon clans stumbled away and staggered away.
Some middle-grade generals jumped out of the city to pursue him.
"Kill two third-grade demon kings, kill hundreds of thousands of demons, great victory!" Song Yunjing turned around and announced to everyone.
Everyone's blood was boiling and they all shouted: "Wonderful victory! Wonderful victory! Wonderful victory!"
Song Yunjing walked up to Li Qingxian, clasped his hands and said loudly: "Disciple Song Yunjing, I would like to pay my respects to Master Shi."
After saying that, he bent down ninety degrees and bowed in front of everyone.
"I can't help it..." Li Qingxian reached out to help him, but the surging literary energy was like a wall blocking his way.
Everyone looked at Li Qingxian with unspeakable envy in their hearts. At such a young age, he had become a first-class poet, helping others to become Confucian scholars. Not to mention anything else, the new Confucian Song Yunjing's connections alone would benefit him immensely.
Song Yunjing stood up after paying homage, with a gentle smile on his elegant face, and said: "Change the poem into a first-class poem to help me become a great scholar. You deserve this bow."
Li Qingxian said: "Uncle Song is too polite. If something like this happens in the future, you don't have to do anything. Just arrange for Brother Song to kowtow three times and bow nine times."
Everyone laughed.
"If you help me change the poem into a first-class poem, I will kowtow to you every day!" Song Baige said nonchalantly.
"You have the nerve to mention your useless poem?" Li Qingxian said.
"Others praise my poems. Uncle Zhou, you can comment on them." Song Baige became anxious.
Zhou Chunfeng smiled and said: "Song Baige's poems, Li Qingxian's calligraphy, Da Qi Shuangbi."
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 the poem written by Li Qingxian with both hands and said: "I will keep this poem and keep it as a family heirloom. The writing is a little off, but the momentum is not bad."
Song Baige looked at Li Qingxian in confusion and asked, "Are those words you said before writing the poem true?"
"What did he say?" Zhou Chunfeng asked.
Li Qingxian said seriously: "It's true. I was..."
Li Qingxian recounted the entire process.
After Zhou Hen heard this, he was dumbfounded and his thoughts were running wild.
Zhou Chunfeng was stunned for a moment, with a smile on his face.
Most people looked at each other and praised the emperor.
Song Baige opened his mouth but did not dare to speak.
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