While the Silver Wolf Demon Lord was hesitating, Yang Hongyuan started writing while reciting Kaifeng's poem. There were ink marks on the holy page that was blooming with pure white aura.
As far as the eye can see, looking up from the holy page are three large characters "Dragon Sword Poetry" like iron paintings and silver hooks, and a layer of precious light rises from the holy page first.
"War poetry!"
"Holy page treasure light!"
A group of Jinshi who were in the middle stage of the Real Realm Realm screamed in surprise. With their cultivation level, let alone the Holy Page's precious light, even the Holy Page could not be seen.
However, as orthodox Confucian cultivators, although they have never seen it, they have learned the knowledge of poetry and Baoguang, so they can naturally recognize it.
Nowadays, they are just a real-person Jinshi. Not only were they lucky enough to witness the opening of the Xingtan Holy Land, but they also saw the legendary Holy Page's precious light. Even at this moment, they were willing to die.
As long as you write war poems on the sacred page specially made by the Confucian people, you can form the sacred page's treasure light, which is the easiest of several kinds of treasure light.
This means that what Yang Hongyuan is writing at this moment is a war poem, which has extremely powerful offensive power.
As for the treasure light formed by writing war poems, each time a layer appears, the power of the war poems can increase by three levels.
The Confucian tradition has been passed down for 100,000 years, but a total of six kinds of treasures have appeared in war poetry. However, due to their special nature, the six kinds of treasures have never appeared together.
Not to mention appearing together, even the four kinds of precious light appear together rarely, let alone the five or six kinds of precious light appearing together.
After Yang Hongyuan finished the first sentence "The sword and the dragon, when the snowflakes shine on the hibiscus.", many Confucian practitioners present could not help but widen their eyes.
Because the holy page's precious light is once again covered with a layer of precious light.
"Original Baoguang!"
A group of Hanlins who had reached the late stage of Renzhen Realm also spoke out one after another, which showed that this poem was written by Yang Hongyuan and was not borrowed from the poems of Confucian sages.
Although their cultivation level was low, this kind of precious light had appeared when Confucian sages wrote war poems during battles with others.
"As soon as I left the golden box, I lost all traces."
When Yang Hongyuan finished writing the second sentence, the third layer of precious light appeared.
"The first treasure light!"
A Taoist scholar spoke with expectation in his tone. This was the first time that the war poems appeared in the world, and the first treasure of light would only appear when the war poems were first released.
Being able to witness the birth of a war poem with my own eyes, I will have no regrets even if I die, but I don’t know how far this war poem can reach.
The Mingxing Domain at the Bao level is still the Star-Suppressing Palace at the Dao level. .
While he was thinking, Yang Hongyuan had already finished writing the third sentence: "The light shoots into the sky and the earth, but the thunder cannot rush it."
And he didn't need to think about it, because Zeng Fanming, a great scholar in the Thunder Tribulation Realm, looked at the fourth layer of treasure light appearing on the holy page and shouted excitedly: "Heirloom treasure light!"
Chuanshi Baoguang was the name of the Huatian Star Realm before it was transformed into the world. Now, it should be accurately said that it should be Chuanxing Realm, which means that this war poem can be praised by the entire Huatian Star Realm.
Even though he was born in a Yasheng family, he could actually see four levels of precious light converging today, and his life had not been in vain.
"Feng Hu has been dead for a long time, so he takes advantage of him."
After Yang Hongyuan finished writing the fourth sentence, another layer of precious light was covered on top of the four layers of precious light.
"Poetry Soul Treasure Light!"
Kong Yizhi, who was standing at the side of the Thunder Tribulation Realm, had his hands trembling with excitement. He was from the Zisi Zi Family, a Yasheng family in the Hedao Realm of Huatian Star Realm.
Although his surname is Kong, he is of the same lineage as Zisizi.
This time I came to the land of Xingya to go on a trip with Zeng Fanming for spiritual training. I never expected that I would encounter such grand events again and again.
If the four layers of precious light, the holy page, the original, the first edition, and the handed down from generation to generation can still be seen every few hundred years, then the five layers of precious light may not necessarily be visible even if they gather for thousands of years.
War poetry is divided into five realms, and if you want to have the poetic soul treasure light, you need to practice war poetry to the second realm, the poetry soul realm.
But even the original author of the newly created war poetry, unless some Confucian and Taoist wizards, cannot immediately cultivate it to the second level.
In this way, the Poem Soul Treasure Light and the First Treasure Light are in conflict. It is naturally not easy to superimpose such five layers of treasure light.
I didn't expect to see him today, but considering that Yang Hongyuan could create a small apricot world as a great scholar in the Thunder Tribulation Realm, it is not a big problem that the first book and the soul of poetry appear at the same time.
When the fifth layer of treasure light appeared, the Silver Wolf Demon Lord was already a little unable to sit still, because the transparent sword energy gathered in the sky above the star cliff had already crossed the natural chasm of the Dao level and reached the Immortal level.
However, because Demon Lord and Xingyu were by his side, Silver Wolf Demon Lord still maintained his demeanor.
After all, those sword energies have just reached the Immortal level, so they are not afraid of them due to their cultivation in the middle stage of Yuan Shen.
And Yang Hongyuan also finished the sixth sentence: "The Wu River is ten thousand feet deep, and the Chu Mountain is thousands of meters high."
In front of everyone's eyes, on top of the stable five layers of precious light, an unprecedented and magnificent precious light appeared.
Other precious lights are like a layer of transparent eggshell attached to the poem, but the source of this precious light is inside the poem.
The white light formed erupted in all directions, and the precious light shone in all directions, making it difficult for the Confucian cultivators present to open their eyes.
"Shizu Baoguang!"
All the monks who knew about this precious light shouted in unison, the first poem to kill the enemy and stop the enemy. . . etc. The creator of any type is called the ancestor of poetry.
Even the three Silver Wolf Demon Lords from Fairyland also screamed in surprise.
Feeling the sword light that was about to move and reach the early stage of Yuanshen Realm, the Silver Wolf Demon Lord let out a long roar and mobilized the demonic essence in his body to take action.
And Yang Hongyuan had already written the last sentence while waving his hands: "There will never be a separation between men and women, and gods and animals will meet each other."
On the holy page that was thought to be here, a layer of star-like precious light once again covered the six layers of precious light.
This is. . . The new seventh-level treasure light appears!
Ordinary Confucian monks are still hesitant, but the three immortals have already confirmed the idea in their hearts.
But at this moment, the silver wolf demon lord was filled with endless fear. It was rumored that the Confucian saint Kong killed a demon lord in the golden fairyland when Yuan Shen was in the holy realm.
The Silver Wolf Demon Lord usually only thought that the Confucian people were exaggerating, but today he was convinced a little more, because those transparent sword energy, blessed by the seven layers of precious light, had reached the middle stage of Yuan Shen.
Immediately, the Silver Wolf Demon Lord no longer cared about the honor of the immortal, and the billowing demonic energy emitted, blocking the starlight for thousands of miles.
There was a full moon hanging high in the sky, and a silver wolf that was hundreds of feet tall, covered in moonlight, rushed toward Yang Hongyuan.
Silver Wolf Demon Lord acted decisively, but Yang Hongyuan was not slow in his actions.
After the Holy Page Baoguang appeared, the first Baoguang, the original Baoguang, the handed down Baoguang, the Poem Soul Baoguang, the Poem Ancestor Baoguang and the newly appeared Wenqu Baoguang shone one after another.
Wenbao pen, dragon blood ink ingot, heavy ink inkstone, Wenqu starlight and other powers also appeared on the page, making the power of this war poem reach its peak.
At this moment, the "Dragon Sword Poetry" written by Yang Hongyuan flew high into the sky. The Confucianism cultivators present only glanced at it, and relied on the Jinshi's photographic memory to read the entire poem and quickly understand the meaning of the poem.
Dragon Sword Poetry.
Sword and two dragons. Snowflakes shine on hibiscus.
The light shoots into the sky and the earth, but the thunder cannot rush forward.
As soon as I left the golden box, I lost sight of him.
Feng Hu has been dead for a long time, so he takes advantage of it.
The Wu River is ten thousand feet deep, and the Chu Mountain is thousands of feet deep.
There is no separation between male and female, and gods and objects will meet each other.
"Dragon Sword Poetry" is a poem praising the famous divine sword general and Moye.
In the poem, it is written that Gan Jiang and Mo Xie look like two dragons after being refined, and the sword body is as white as snow, and can even be used as a mirror to reflect flowers.
The light of the sword reaches the sky. Shining down on the earth, even thunder is far from comparable.
It's a pity that the two swords were later separated, separated by the sky, and no longer accompanied each other.
Because Feng Hu, a famous sword-appreciator, was dead, no one could recognize these two divine objects, so the two divine swords hid their edge.
One sword is hidden in the abyss of the Wu Kingdom, and the other sword is hidden in the vast mountains of the Chu Kingdom. But the two male and female swords of general Mo Xie are divine objects after all, and they will inevitably meet again one day!
Almost as soon as they read it, everyone thought of the role of this poem, especially the last sentence.
Divine objects will meet!
The Lord of Star Cliff seems to have mastered an extremely powerful dragon-shaped magical power.
At the same time that Poetic Patriarch Baoguang and Wenqu Baoguang were forming, the Silver Wolf Demon Lord looked crazy.
Amidst the earth-shattering wolf roar, the Silver Wolf Demon Lord transformed into his true form.
His heartbeat was beating like a drum, and the essence of the fairyland hidden in his heart was fully activated, and his body size soared to a thousand feet.
After a wolf howl, the 100-foot silver wolf phantom rushed towards Yang Hongyuan.
The billowing demonic energy emitted, truly covering the sky and the sun, showing the supreme elegance of a peerless demon.
Facing the natal magic spell performed by the Silver Wolf Demon Lord and the attack of the original demon wolf, Yang Hongyuan's expression remained unchanged.
After the formation of "Dragon Sword Poetry" by the poet Li Bai, he also finished reciting the last line of Jia Dao's famous poem.
"Who has any injustice?"
After ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has never been tested.
Today I am showing you to you, who has any injustice?
Kaifeng's poem was completed, and the sound of the sword resounded throughout the world. The sound of the sword seemed to carry great grievances, as if it was telling Yang Hongyuan that the Silver Wolf Demon Lord used the big to bully the small, and Dao Jin felt grievances.
A brilliant golden sword flew out of Yang Hongyuan's mouth. This true dragon sword was conceived from the true dragon bones of Taoist Jinzhou. The sword was three feet long.
The sword itself is like an ancient sword of white light, but the outside of the sword is surrounded by a golden dragon-shaped light.
Other Confucianism cultivators' swords emerging like dragons are just shadows of dragons, but Yang Hongyuan's swords emerging like dragons are real dragons!
The dragon bared its teeth and claws, opened its mouth, and held the tip of the sword in its mouth. The dragon's body wrapped the sword's body, and its tail formed the hilt. The dazzling golden light shone everywhere, making it majestic to the world.
The sword is surrounded by a dazzling real dragon pattern, not the translucent virtual dragon pattern of others.
Waves of strange fluctuations swept across the ten directions and penetrated the void, spreading in all directions from the True Dragon Sword.
Everyone present was extremely horrified when they felt the aura of the peak Huang Ting realm emitted by the True Dragon Sword. The sword was so powerful just after the sword was successfully conceived, it is definitely the best sword in the history!
However, the power of the True Dragon Sword has not reached its peak.
I saw the holy page with the "Dragon Sword Poem" written on it in the starry sky suddenly exploded into a ball of blazing white light that was about ten feet long. The bright white light was like the sun hanging in the sky, making the whole world eclipse.
Immediately, the aura as dazzling as the scorching sun fell on the ancient True Dragon Sword. Under the blessing of the unprecedented seven layers of precious light, a sword energy at the peak of the Yuanshen realm soared into the sky.
This wasn't the end of it, an ancient sword of talent that was exactly the same as the ancient True Dragon Sword appeared out of thin air, exuding the sword energy at the peak of the soul.
Sword-calling poem! Call the Sword Poem Ancestor!
Yang Hongyuan has a Wenqu star hanging above his head, and he is surrounded by white light and stars. He looks like a saint or a fairy. His whole body exudes an unprecedented temperament, as if he has the power to open up the world.
"cut!"
Yang Hongyuan's lips were slightly opened. Although it was just one word, it seemed to weigh tens of millions of kilograms and could collapse the eternal blue sky.
