"As expected, it's Qiu Yunji Demon Dao!"
"No wonder this kid didn't use all his strength. He was resisting Qiu Yunji's evil spirit..."
The expressions of Chen Jinbei and several of his masters changed drastically.
I felt even more desperate for no reason.
No wonder Chen Haoran seemed to be restrained from the beginning, as he was engaged in a tug-of-war with the evil spirit of the evil way.
"Okay, okay, okay!"
An old Taoist face loomed on the left side of the demon fox's face. His expression was hateful, but he was also in pain under the light of the blood book. He gritted his teeth and said: "Old Taoist has calculated thousands of things, but in the end, the chess piece is just wrong. If you can't sacrifice the entire academy, Even if the old man is a ghost, he won't let you go..."
next moment.
The old Taoist face that appeared on the left side of the demon fox's face was immediately distracted.
At the same time, the demonic aura on the seven-tailed demon fox became more intense, and there was a faint tendency to extinguish the light of the blood book.
Fortunately, Shushan and Caiqi Giant Sword suppressed it.
Shushan suppressed Chen Haoran's back, and the giant sword of talent slashed down in the air.
Tsk!
Chen Haoran's monster body was cut with a large gash.
Roar~
Chen Haoran roared, and his whole body was pushed underground by the academy.
The mountains trembled.
Dean Zheng Zhiqiu breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not relax.
But it was almost impossible for him to hold on any longer.
"The monument is not powerful enough, it is useless..."
Zheng Zhiqiu was very clear in his heart. If Lin Yi was stronger, there would be no problem, but now...
Lin Yi?
Zheng Zhiqiu couldn't help but tremble when he thought of Lin Yi. He searched the ruins of the courtyard and immediately saw Lin Yi, who was resting with his eyes closed.
There is also Li Wenbo who is studying ink hard at the side.
"What are they going to do..." Zheng Zhiqiu's heart skipped a beat.
Vaguely.
He seemed to have guessed something, his heart was beating wildly, and he whispered in a low voice without even believing it: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. Lin Yi has awakened his literary heart the day after tomorrow. With such poetic talent, he is already unparalleled. How can he still be like this?" Can you write an article that surpasses Chen Haoran?"
But deep inside.
Zheng Zhiqiu couldn't help but feel a bit of luck and expectation.
What if?
What if Lin can do the same?
…
"The poem on the monument, this is Lin Yi's poem on the monument? Very good, very good..."
"It's a pity that I came too late. Qiu Yunji's fourth-grade Yin Shen has been completely integrated by me. No one in Nanxiang Mansion can stop me! Hahaha..."
Cheng Haoran laughed heartily at this moment, and the demon body that had been burned to pieces began to gradually recover.
Chen Haoran knew that as long as he slaughtered the entire Pingzhou Academy, he would be able to become a true third-grade heavenly demon.
Even if Dayan couldn't stay any longer, with his ability as a scholar and a Taoist, he could go to the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons... and become the Demon King Dangdang.
This is his only way out.
Once the body dies, both spirit and form are truly destroyed.
"No wonder the Holy Academy is doing everything possible to target Taoism. This speed of cultivation... can allow a mortal to reach the sky in one step!"
Chen Haoran was particularly obsessed with the power of Taoism. His eyes suddenly turned red and he roared: "Broken!"
Click!
Click!
Chen Haoran's demon body suddenly stood up, and the mountain of books and the giant sword of talent were directly shattered.
A crack appeared on the monument at the foot of the mountain.
"Ha...it's all in vain!"
"Death with the academy is worthy of the sages and teachers..."
The scholars who were still standing in front of the monument smiled bitterly and closed their eyes at this moment, quietly waiting for death to come.
…
"Done yet!"
In the ruins, Lin Yi opened his eyes. He thought about which article to use to deal with Chen Haoran.
In fact, he could memorize many articles in his mind, but he was worried that it would not be effective.
Only then did he decide to use that article to destroy Chen Haoran physically and mentally.
"Right away... no, okay, okay!"
Li Wenbo's palms were sweating, and he finally polished the ink in the Qinglang Inkstone. Holding it in his hands, he knelt down next to Lin Yi.
Rice paper was spread on a stone slab, and Lin Yi was sitting on the ground, holding the Qinglang pen in his right hand.
Get ink!
write!
Li Wenbo on the side was breathing heavily and staring at the blank rice paper in front of Lin Yi.
He looked forward to it.
But nervous.
But at this moment, Li Wenbo seemed to notice something. He suddenly looked up and saw the Sky Fox Demon staring down at him and Lin Yi.
His eyes were as cold as knives!
"I……"
Li Wenbo suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
A thought suddenly popped into my mind: My career as a book boy is over?
"Master..."
Li Wenbo shouted with a trembling voice.
"kindness?"
Just as Lin Yicai was about to start writing, he heard a voice and looked up. His hand holding the pen suddenly froze in mid-air.
He saw the demon fox that Chen Haoran transformed into was staring at him with a ferocious expression, filled with endless hatred and murderous intent.
Lin did not act rashly.
"Write!"
"Aren't you very talented in poetry? Now you want to break my demon body with your articles?"
"Interesting, you dare to show off in front of me, Chen Haoran, you are really talented..."
Chen Haoran stared at Lin Yi teasingly and walked towards Lin Yi step by step.
Like a cat teasing a mouse.
"I'm better than you. After all, I'm not like you. I'm a crazy person who is stimulated. I'm not as good at culture as others, but I follow evil ways..."
Lin Yi was a little scared at first, but now, he calmed down for no reason.
People who have died once.
What are you afraid of?
Chen Haoran's brows twitched, and he was on the verge of rage. He growled: "I think you want to die... Today I will taste the flesh and blood nourished by Haoran's righteousness. How delicious it tastes..."
He directly opened his bloody mouth and bit Lin Yi!
"Master!"
Li Wenbo was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were about to burst, and he could not move his body.
"Dean!"
"Master!"
Lin Yi shouted.
Uh-huh!
Masters Chen Jinbei and Zhang Miaoyun coughed up blood and sacrificed cultural treasures. They used their literary skills to turn into chains to trap the legs of Chen Haoran's demon body.
Dean Zheng Zhiqiu pointed at Lin Yi, coughed up blood and said, "Scholars are protected by literature!"
Follow your words!
Buzz!
A transparent book hovered directly above Lin Yi's head, with strands of talent hanging down, covering him.
Chen Haoran bit down on the book, thinking he had bitten a piece of soldering iron, and his tongue was so hot that it twitched.
"It's now!"
Lin Yi knew that this was his last chance. Whether he could break Chen Haoran's demon body would depend on this article...
Lin Yi wrote decisively with his right hand, and his awe-inspiring righteousness flowed to the tip of the pen.
"Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement..."
The Qinglang pen moved horizontally and vertically across the rice paper, and Haoran Zhengqi's words appeared one by one, but they were not attached to the paper.
Instead, they left the paper one by one and floated away in the air.
A majestic and upright feeling, mixed with an indescribable aura, hovered in mid-air and slowly rotated.
Lin Yi was not interrupted by this bizarre scene. He was no longer surprised and continued to write: "The terrain is poor, and a gentleman carries his wealth with kindness..."
Lin Yihaoran's righteous energy moved to the tip of his pen, and he wrote on rice paper with Qinglang pen and Qinglang ink. He was just about to take the next sentence...
But suddenly I felt a splitting headache, and my soul seemed to be pulled away. The Qinglang pen in my hand seemed to be greatly frightened, and it fell directly from my hand, falling on the rice paper, and the ink spread all over the floor.
"It's actually incomplete..."
Lin Yi suddenly panicked.
But at this moment, with the birth of Lin Yi's article, huge changes suddenly occurred in the world.
Those small golden characters floating in the air, one sentence condensed into a symbol, arranged in an array over the ruins...
It is the symbol of the two hexagrams of Qian and Kun.
"What's this?"
Zheng Zhiqiu kept coughing up blood and stared blankly at the small golden characters floating in the air from Lin Yi's pen, and saw that they turned into two symbols with different lines.
It seems to contain endless power!
It gave him a feeling of palpitations.
even.
Faintly, he also heard the saint's chanting... which allowed his damaged Wen Gong and body to slowly recover.
That's right.
The article Lin Yi wrote was a passage from the Book of Changes. He felt that just a few excerpts from this article would be enough to break Chen Haoran's demon body.
Moreover, Lin has also read the True Explanation of Wen Dao and knows that the laws of this world are very interesting.
Poems, articles, calligraphy and paintings can be turned into calligraphy treasures.
Just like the battle between Zheng Zhiqiu and He Wancheng, whatever is in a picture will be reflected.
So... what will happen if he writes this paragraph in Zhouyi?
perhaps!
It will become gossip!
Unfortunately, he could not write the next six sentences at all, so he was unable to witness the birth of the Bagua Diagram.
But even these two words made Chen Jinbei and several other masters, including Li Wenbo and Zheng Zhiqiu, feel a majestic momentum.
The breath mixed with the awe-inspiring righteousness is as thick as a mountain, as if it is the incarnation of heaven and earth.
"No more? With your ninth-level cultivation, in my eyes, you are no different from an ant. Writing an article? How much ink can you have in your stomach?"
Chen Haoran sneered, the huge demon body raised his head and glanced at the two hexagrams of Qian and Kun.
Unexpectedly, there was a 'bang' sound.
His demon body seemed to be suppressed by an invisible mountain, lying directly on the ground unable to move.
A great fear directly occupied his body and mind.
"what happened?"
His eyes were full of fear, and he even... couldn't understand what kind of power this was...
He is a third-grade heavenly demon.
