The fiercest battles since the founding of the Wen Mansion have broken out everywhere in the Wen Mansion. The Baiyang Sect has accumulated many powerful men over the years, and they are still pouring into the Qing capital from all over.
The Wenfu was very powerful, but it gradually showed its defeat, especially when Wei Changli took the initiative to expel all the younger generation and the mainstay swordsmen and pen officials.
Their victory or defeat may be crucial, but what really determines the final outcome is the battle between Wei Changli and Cizhao Ren.
When Wei Changli was young, he had the most outstanding appearance in the world and was undefeated in a hundred battles. After he became the palace master, no one dared to challenge his majesty.
Although he has never done anything with anyone in so many years, his reputation has not diminished but increased.
"To win hundreds of families, you have to win the dragon and the phoenix. Many people know your funny name as Nanling Liquor Thief, but the terrible thing is that many people have forgotten that you also have the name of dragon and phoenix flying together!"
The only person who is proficient in the three arts of Wenfu calligraphy, painting and calligraphy, the only Wenfu who has pushed Wenfu calligraphy to its peak, the only scribe with the power to impress everyone, is recognized as the strongest scribe in Yuling Continent!
Wei Changli, you have too much halo, have you ever thought that one day you will fail?"
Ci Zhaoren also felt a little uncontrollably excited, because he was about to fight someone who represented the pinnacle of strength in this era.
"You mean I will lose?" Wei Changli smiled.
"Everyone loses!"
"If you had seen all my strength, maybe you wouldn't say that."
Wei Changli's answer was arrogant and calm, as if he was telling a very common thing, which was indeed a common thing for Wudi.
"I was defeated at your hands more than seven hundred years ago. At that time, you would have never thought that I would be the one who ruined your thousand-year-old cultural heritage."
"Have I seen you?" Wei Changli couldn't remember when or where.
"Of course I have, but it's a pity that you didn't even notice me in your eyes at that time."
"I will only remember the people I recognize."
Cizhaoren still felt a little disappointed. After so many years, he still maintained his youthful appearance, just so that one day he could see shock, fear and uneasiness on Wei Changli's face.
It's a pity that Wei Changli is just like before, he doesn't even remember his own name or his appearance, and he has never taken it to heart after so many years.
"Yes, why should I dwell on the past..."
This kind of reminiscing about the past is meaningless. Cizhaoren has been preparing for it but it has been a long-cherished wish for so many years.
Cizhaoren's body continued to rise until it reached the top of the clouds, with Wei Changli following closely behind.
People of their level have the power to destroy heaven and earth with every move they make. A battle in the sky can actually prevent Qingdu from being involved in the aftermath of the battle between the two.
"Double Yang in one day"
Cizhaoren opened his hands, and the scorching sun behind him actually split into two parts, one red and one pale.
"White Yang Magic"
Ci Zhaoren is the leader of Baiyang Sect, so it is reasonable to know this kind of Baiyang magic.
"Sunfire Technique!"
This was just the most common technique, but Bai Yang and Chi Yang seemed to be summoned, and two hundred-foot pillars of flame, one red and one white, descended towards Wei Changli.
Faced with such a massive attack, Wei Changli slipped a scroll from his sleeve. After unfolding the scroll, there was no writing or any paintings.
Just when he was swallowed up by the sun, Wei Changli pinched it with one finger, and a gap appeared on the paper roll.
"White paper sealing technique!"
Paper is flammable, but it can swallow up countless flames at this moment. After all the sun's heat was absorbed, Wei Changli took up his pen and wrote the word "sealed" on the white paper.
"The wind is the air of heaven and earth that comes freely. It is born in the earth and rises at the end of Qingping. It invades the valley and rages in the mouth of the earth bag. It comes from the Taishan Mountain and dances under the pines and cypresses, drifting.
The pounding of water stirs up anger. The sound of thunder rumbles back to the acupuncture point."
A whirlwind rose up from Wei Changli's palm, and with the blessing of spiritual power, it instantly turned into several hurricanes that swept across the sky.
"Ode to the Great Wind" is a famous classic in the Wen Dynasty, and it is also the most basic one. Wei Changli used it with almost world-destroying power.
This hurricane pierced the ground and hit the sky with countless wind blades. Even the space they were in could not withstand the power of the wind blades, and there were faint signs of rupture.
"White Yang covers the body!"
The pale sun shrouded Ci Zhaoren's body, and the countless wind blades were isolated a hundred feet away from him, consuming each other and melting into each other.
The hurricane tried to wipe out the white sun, but failed several times.
"Even if you want to test my true identity, using such a technique is a bit too underestimated." Cizhaoren sneered.
"as you wish"
Wei Changli held up another volume of Fu with one hand, which contained a total of one hundred and thirty-four characters. It slowly floated up and then disappeared into the sky.
Cizhaoren was on full alert. He had also heard that Wei Changli had created a kind of Hedao Fu, which allowed Fu to merge with Tao and then borrow the power of heaven and earth.
"Looking up at Tu Yao, looking down at Han Zhang, the position of high and low is high and low, so the two rituals are born."
Wei Changli recited the true chapter, and after reciting one sentence, a huge Tai Chi diagram appeared under Cizhao Ren's feet, with Yin and Yang flowing!
"Only ginseng, which is favored by nature and spirit, is called the three talents."
On the Tai Chi diagram, there are three mysterious origin forces of heaven and earth, which are connected to each other on the left and right to form a triangle.
"It is the beauty of the Five Elements, the heart that realizes the heaven and the earth, the mind is born to speak, the words are established to be civilized, the way of endowment, the way of nature."
The five elements appeared frequently in front of Ci Zhaoren, and the space outside his body was filled with various spiritual powers of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. The five elements were mutually reinforcing and restraining each other. Once involved, even a strong person at the ninth level of Wangxian would be crushed by the turbulent flow of the five elements.
Wei Changli's words followed his instructions, visions appeared frequently in the sky, and a self-created Hedao Fu surrounded Cizhao people.
"The two rituals, four images, and five elements are the techniques of the Xuanpu Mountain Tianxin Mansion, and the three talents are the techniques of the Xihe Confucian Mansion. They combine the methods of the three schools to form the art of one mansion."
Cizhaoren's tone was full of wonder, this is the direction that countless people are pursuing.
Countless people in the Eight Prefectures who claim to be geniuses are constantly trying to fuse the techniques of multiple prefectures. Some people have achieved small successes, but they are definitely not as perfect as the fusion in front of them.
He perfectly integrated the techniques of the three palaces in one poem, and this single move showed what the pinnacle was.
"As expected of you Wei Changli, as expected of you Wei Changli, I am still the same as when I was young, still so powerful that it makes people despair, but I am no longer the person I used to be."
Cizhaoren touched it with his fingers, and one of his fingers broke, but he turned a blind eye.
First his fingers, and then his entire arm were crushed by Hedaofu, but Cizhaoren ignored them and walked straight in.
"Another immortal body?"
When Wei Changli saw Cizhao Ren forcefully breaking into Hedaofu with his body, he immediately guessed this possibility.
Just as he had guessed, a cloud of blood mist finally broke through the siege of Hedaofu and reassembled into a human form in front of Wei Changli.
In Yuling Continent, there are some special enlightened beings with immortal bodies, such as the enlightened corpse of Zu Wannian, but Cizhao people obviously do not belong to any of them.
"Since you are immortal, do you dare to appreciate a few of my paintings?"
Cizhaoren said nothing because he knew very well how terrible Wei Changli's handwriting was.
Wei Changli was testing Cizhaoren's skills and methods again and again, and he picked up his pen and drew a few words in the air.
A word is easy to come by, but a word is hard to find. The words I am talking about are the words of Wei Changli. Every word is like a flying dragon or a phoenix, which is the best among scholars. The poems contain the hearts of the world and the people, and every sentence touches the heaven.
"His Huan astronomy is inherited from Emperor Yin. The spirit is beautiful in the spring direction, and the spiritual source is shaking. The stones are accumulated for thousands of times, and the pines are long and the blades are thousands of blades."
Cizhao Ren saw that every word contained domineering and murderous intent. Compared with his Fu, Wei Changli's words were more murderous and even made people feel hopeful and intimidating.
This domineering and wild handwriting made even Ci Zhaoren, the opponent, couldn't help but shout "Hello".
“Top ten fierce dragon monuments in the world, good calligraphy, good calligraphy!”
"The sky and the earth have become clear, the white sun has appeared, and the tigers and leopards have begun to cry."
The essence of white yang is the tiger, and the essence of red yang is the leopard. One tiger and one leopard are like the guardians on the left and right.
The word Wei Changli fell, and the inscription on the fierce dragon in front of him was completed. The spiritual charm in the handwriting merged, and an ink dragon broke free from the inscription and came out.
Although this mad dragon has no bones or form, it carries a world-dominating aura, as if a real dragon has descended.
The tiger and the leopard are the essence of the white sun and the red sun. This ink dragon draws its power from the fierce dragon tablet. The dragon's roar and tiger's roar in the sky shake the nine heavens.
The battle here is not over yet, Wei Changli has already started the second chapter.
"Top Ten Posts in the World, Shimen Monument!"
The handwriting on the Shimen stele has abandoned all agility. It is old-fashioned and clumsy but heavy. The words are laid out horizontally and vertically, and the words are like a huge stone weighing on my heart.
What Wei Changli left behind in his handwriting was not a single word, but a condensed collection of mountain peaks.
Cizhaoren looked at the inscription in front of him, as if there were thousands of mountains pressing on his shoulders, making it difficult to breathe and move. The pressure was more direct and greater than that of Hedaofu.
Ten Posts in the World is the essence summarized by scholars of the Wenfu Dynasty in the past dynasties. Many people will be hurt by the momentum of the inscriptions when they copy it.
Even a strong person in Wangxian Realm needs to expend a lot of spiritual power and energy to use a stick. The inscription can defeat the enemy, but it also suppresses the scholar himself. Even if he cultivates for ten days and a half, he may not be able to recover.
But what a character Wei Changli was, and the two inscriptions in succession did not stop.
The powerful spiritual power wraps around the tip of the pen without any sluggishness. The third post has been published.
"The way of heaven is dark and far away, and the ghosts and gods are confused. I have devoted myself to doing good deeds, and I have lived for sixty-nine years. When I was weak, I encountered obstacles in the world, and my first wife lost my favor."
"Ten Heavenly Dao Monuments in the World!"
Each of the ten posts in the world has its own unique momentum and its own unique way of writing.
A scholar who can master one of the stele in his lifetime is enough to be called a master. However, looking at the history of the entire literary family for more than 2,400 years, Wei Changli is the only one who can master them all.
"He is worthy of being the master of calligraphy in the world!"
Ci Zhaoren closed her eyes and didn't want to read the inscription, but the inscription was ringing in her mind one by one.
Literati gained insights from the world and all things to improve themselves. The Dragon Stele depicts the power of dragons, the Shimen Stele condenses the mountain shape, and the Heavenly Dao Stele describes the mysterious principles of heaven and earth.
Every word seemed to come alive and penetrated into Ci Zhaoren's mind.
These characters look like ancient seal characters, and I can't understand what they are written at all.
But looking at its shape, it looks like the rising and setting of the sun, the cycle of the four seasons, and the withering and flourishing of vegetation. The perception of the way of heaven is integrated into the words, and each word represents the power of God...
Wei Changli used the Dragon Stele to fight against Bai Yang and Chi Yang, and used the Shimen Stele to suppress Cizhaoren's physical body. This third inscription on the Tiandao Stele was to use the power of God to suppress his soul!
It was extremely difficult to kill a strong man of their level. Wei Changli suppressed the Cizhao people, and the only thing left was to find a way to kill them.
Before Wei Changli was about to put pen to paper, everything in the world was in a state of chaos, gathering at the tip of his pen.
"Giant pythons have been multiplying since then, and they often live for thousands of years. The long road is covered by daylight, and the green streams are steaming with poisonous smoke. The dragons are fighting in the vast sea, and the flat land is filled with blood."
Compared to the violent handwriting on the Raptor Stele, the dignified handwriting on the Shimen Stele, and the ethereal nature of the Tiandao Stele itself, every word in this stele is murderous.
Before writing the inscription, Wei Changli originally had some black hair, but as the inscription matured, his hair turned white.
A million miles away in Tianxin Mansion in Daocheng City, Zhang Lingsu suddenly stood up and looked to the north.
"Who is fighting and can actually mobilize all the murderous intent in the entire Yuling Continent..."
"No way!"
Zuo Xianweng is also a strong man at the ninth level of Wangxian, so his strength is needless to say, but if he is asked to borrow spiritual energy from millions of miles away in Dao City, it is simply impossible.
"In the north, there is Wei Changli, and there is only Wei Changli..." Zhang Lingsu felt a little heavy.
"Master Wei borrows all the murderous energy from heaven and earth? Who is he trying to kill? Master Ji?"
The Wen Mansion and the Confucian Mansion have always been at odds with each other. Only Ji Li, the head of the Confucian Mansion, has the qualifications to kill someone with such a move.
Zhang Lingsu counted with his fingers and realized that the secret had been deceived and he could not figure out what happened in Yunzhou at all.
A wisp of green light from his fingertips shined into a bronze mirror on the throne behind him. The world-viewing Yin Ming Mirror could see everything in the world, and it soon showed what was happening in Yunzhou.
The first thing that appeared in the mirror was the Eight Heavenly Dragon Dharma Realm. Just when Zhang Lingsu was about to borrow the mirror to look elsewhere, the Yinming Mirror, a spiritual artifact that viewed the world, suddenly closed!
"Someone noticed that I was snooping and forcibly closed the Yin Ming Mirror." Zhang Lingsu frowned, and Zuo Xianweng looked incredulous.
"Who can do this? Not even Mr. Wei can do it."
"Since the history of Tianxin Mansion, there have been two people who couldn't even see through the Yin Ming Mirror. Could it be that a third one appeared today?"
Zhang Lingsu thought of the upcoming catastrophe.
"Wen Mansion is afraid that it is in danger..."
"With Mr. Wei in the Wen Mansion, what danger will there be?"
Zuo Xianweng is well aware of the power of Wei Changli. There are almost no people in the Eight Prefectures who can defeat Wei Changli!
"Senior Brother Wei has long known that an eternal night will come to the Eight Mansion, but he is arrogant and arrogant. When everyone avoids it and responds with a negative attitude, he chooses to be the first one to face the disaster.
people."
"Master Zhang, I saw the Eight Heavenly Dragon Realm. Could it be those monks?"
It's no wonder that Zuo Xianweng is suspicious, after all, this is a secret that is not told in Xumi Mansion.
"I don't know. Tell the people in Daocheng to be on guard. I have an ominous premonition that it's getting closer..."
In Mount Putuo, Xumi Prefecture, Xihe Prefecture, Master Yu Xing was meditating under a tree, and suddenly he opened his eyes and turned his head to look north.
The spiritual power of Buddhism is peaceful and the perception of murderous intent is more acute.
Master Yuxing also noticed that there seemed to be a powerful person fighting in the north, who could gather the murderous intent in the world. Even Master Yuxing himself could not do this.
The Buddhist beads in his hand suddenly broke into pieces, and the beads rolled under his feet. Master Yuxing's face was full of worry.
"The beads are a warning. Is this disaster really unavoidable?"
"Where is the way out of Yongye?"
He is known as the wisest old monk in Yuling Continent, but at this time, even he himself is confused, how can he guide all living beings.