The Emperor of the Immortal Realm Chapter 41: Yan Chuan VS Sima Yuntian
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Sima Yuntian raised his brows and looked at the youngest disciple: "Is there anyone here for you to speak?"
Chen Ping's face became stiff, and he suddenly said in panic: "The disciple is rude, please forgive me!"
Let Yi Feng fight for him, Wang Su to play the piano, and Wen Ruo to paint for him. This scene alone is enough for Sima Yuntian to pay attention to Yan Chuan.
Arrogant, then there must be arrogant capital! Up to now, although I haven't seen any of Yan Chuan's works, the previous battles have brought out Yan Chuan's ability.
Can you make friends with the emperor, Yifeng, Wenruo, and Wang Su, isn't such a person a dragon and a phoenix?
"How to win against me?" Sima Yuntian looked at Yan Chuan curiously.
"Do you really think that no one can surpass you?" Yan Chuan smiled.
"Qinqi, calligraphy and calligraphy, is one of the "books". I have traveled the world over the years, and I have never encountered a rival. The scrolls used by my group of bad guys that day were all my early leisure works, and they could no longer represent me. When it comes to you, those hundred poems are indeed exquisite, but they seem to be insufficient after all!" Sima Yuntian said solemnly.
"Those poems, naturally, can't represent my level!" Yan Chuan smiled slightly.
"Oh?"
"It's useless to talk in empty words, see the truth!" Yan Chuan smiled.
"Good!" Sima Yuntian nodded.
With a wave of the probe's hand, two huge tables suddenly appeared on the platform, each with a piece of rice paper.
"The volume book has been laid out, please!" Sima Yuntian said solemnly.
"Please!" Yan Chuan nodded.
Sima Yuntian is also welcome, Shu, this is where Sima Yuntian is most proud. He has never been humbly, nor will he be at this moment! Lifting the brush, I started to write down instantly.
"Boom!"
In Sima Yuntian's writings, the awe-inspiring spirit is so upright that the words have not yet appeared, and an extraordinary breath is born immediately.
"Wanxian Pilgrimage Poem!"
As soon as the title is written, Sima Yuntian's pen is shaped like flowing water, and the pen and ink are splashed out, and the huge fu appears suddenly!
The awe-inspiring righteousness envelops Sima Yuntian, as if the dazzling star that sets off Sima Yuntian is extremely dazzling.
"Boom!"
Sima Yuntian's surroundings, Haoran's righteousness immediately dispersed in all directions, and the place where the brush fell was the same as the source of the river and the sea, Billowing Haoran's righteousness quickly rushed out and rushed to half of the square.
Why is it half? For the sake of fairness, Sima Yuntian deliberately controlled the half where he was and did not interfere with Yan Chuan on the other half.
As a top writer, Sima Yuntian has his own arrogance. Naturally, the following methods disdain to use.
Yan Chuan smiled as he watched Sima Yuntian splashing ink. A sigh flashed in his eyes, and he whispered to himself: "It's a pity to be so talented and immersed in these poetry trails!"
Take out a jade box from your arms, and take out your own writing brush, Mengxian!
Mengxian, and Mo Yuxi in the past saw the nightmare in their dreams, refining the nightmare into this brush.
Looking at the rice paper on the table, Yan Chuan ignored it, but slowly walked towards the previous painting by Mr. Wen Ruo!
The painting of the creature.
Because of the Heavenly Tribulation Resisting Ceremony, the great sadness and coolness of the creatures' charcoal paintings was slowly offset.
Yan Chuan took a deep breath, lifted Mengxian, dipped in ink, and suddenly mentioned words on Mr. Wen Ruo's painting.
There is no blank space, but the whole page is covered directly——
Too bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitterness, the heavens collapse, all souls are destroyed, the common people's life is catastrophe, the sky is dead........................! ——
As soon as the first nine words of bitterness came out, the spirits in the picture suddenly cried louder.
Yan Chuan started writing, surrounded by abrupt golden light, like a mighty righteous eruption, but it was actually surrounded by luck.
The billowing fortune surrounds, and in a blink of an eye, I wrap Yan Chuan and the picture scroll, and suddenly I can't see the interior scene. I only know that Yan Chuan is within the scope of the fortune package, and is constantly writing another beautiful article. And it is also a poem that fits well with Wenruo's painting.
"Want to write poems on Wen Ruo's paintings? What is Gongzi Yan doing?" Wang Su frowned.
"My king's poems, this is the first time I have seen you!" Yi Feng exclaimed.
"What? See you for the first time? Isn't it from the last peak literary meeting?" Mo Yuxi curiously asked.
"My king wrote it, but the king said, he didn't create it!" Yi Feng took a deep breath.
"It wasn't created by Yan Chuan, it was written by someone else. He just wrote it silently? But the world has never seen more than a hundred beautiful essays? Who wrote it?" Mo Yuxi wondered. .
"I don't know!" Yi Feng shook his head.
"Bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitterness?" Mr. Wen Ruo suddenly let out a bitter smile.
"What happened to Mr. Wenruo?"
"Master Yan is a great talent! It's better to be in the next!" Mr. Wen Ruo smiled bitterly.
"Oh?"
"The suffering of the sky, the suffering of the earth, the suffering of the sun and the moon, the suffering of the common people, the suffering of all races, the suffering of the heavens, the suffering of human nature, the suffering of the world, the suffering of human heart, I already thought that the painting was perfect, because I had successfully created the spirit. But as soon as the nine'suffering' of Yan Gongzi came out, I realized that the painting still lacks the real soul. Yan Gongzi is writing a masterpiece!" Mr. Wen Ruo said in surprise.
"A masterpiece?" Wang Spider said solemnly.
Mr. Wen Ruo didn't want to explain, but there was a bit of bitterness on his face.
Mo Yuxi frowned to look at Mr. Wen Ruo, and narrowed his eyes: "Mr. Wen Ruo, how do I feel, you don't want Yan Chuan to win?"
Not only Mo Yuxi, but Yi Feng also looked at Mr. Wen Ruo in doubt.
Looking at Doutai, Mr. Wen Ruo smiled bitterly: "Don’t worry, saint, I’ve done my best in my painting just now. Although I don’t want Yan Chuansheng in my heart, I have no slack!"
"Oh? Why?" Mo Yu asked in confusion.
Mr. Wen Ruo shook his head: "Don't ask the saint. Although Yan Gongzi is good, Sima Yuntian is also good!"
Mr. Wen Ruo refused to say, everyone could only sigh slightly.
Everyone looked at the top of the fighting platform.
Sima Yuntian ignored the envelopment of luck around Yan Chuan, instead he devoted himself to writing his "Wanxian Pilgrimage Fu"!
Wanxian pilgrimage gift!
At this moment, all around Sima Yuntian, there seemed to be ghosts and phantoms of immortals condensing awe-inspiring righteousness.
One by one, the immortal spirits were misty, and countless celestial grasses suddenly appeared on the ground around them. As soon as the celestial grass came out, it covered the entire Tianshou Square in a blink of an eye.
Someone touched it and found that the fairy grass was only a virtual image, but the virtual image was already very powerful. In a blink of an eye, the surrounding Tianshou Square disappeared and turned into a huge fairyland.
Countless cultivators stand in the fairyland, clouds and mists are misty, and fairy people are flying around, like dreams and illusions, as if everyone has appeared in another world.
The word hasn't been written yet, everyone feels its soaring literary spirit, everyone looks at Sima Yuntian, and their eyes are full of expectation.
Wanxian looked around, as if he could see countless cultivators. Nodded at the repairmen in the square, showing a kind smile.
"Laughed at me, the fairy smiled at me!"
"Chuang Ling? The false characters appearing in the characters also have spirituality?"
"It's amazing, this beautiful piece of writing is beyond the scope of my knowledge!"
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Countless voices of worship came from all around.
Julu Academy, a group of great scholars and great sages, can only smile at each other at this moment, this style of writing is too strong.
After Wan Xian greeted the Quartet Cultivator, they faced the Hundred Saints Righteous Altar together.
Because of the illusion, everyone seems to be in a fairyland, and all the original scenes seem to have disappeared. From afar, one can see the statues of a hundred saints surrounding the goddess Zhichen.
The statue of the saint has always been pouring out of righteousness. At this moment, Sima Yuntian's story is gradually coming to an end, and Wanxian also faces the Hundred Saints.
"Huh!"
Sima Yuntian, with a frenzy of excitement, stroked his pen to make the final stroke. With one stroke, even the brush was thrown out.
"Bye!" Sima Yuntian shouted.
"Worship the saint!"
Wanxian respectfully bowed down to Baisheng almost at the same time.
"Boom!"
This worship seems to drive the endless cultivators all around to bow down religiously.
Worship the saint!
Wanxian pilgrimage gift! One fu is written down, and ten thousand immortals worship together.
"Boom!"
The Hundred Saints Righteous Altar, the statues of the Hundred Saints, trembled almost at the same time.
"Moved? The Hundred Saints statue actually moved? Wen moved Hundred Saints? Sima Daxian's article shocked Hundred Saints!" Someone suddenly screamed.
"Boom!"
Hundred Saints trembled, suddenly bursting out infinite white light.
The endless awe-inspiring righteousness suddenly gushes out and rushes straight into the sky.
The Tianshou Square is shining brightly because of Wanxian's pilgrimage gift, but at midnight, the sky is still black.
Haoran's righteousness is soaring, and he rushes straight above the nine heavens in a sudden.
For a time, the white light was so dazzling, the statue of Hundred Saints suddenly exploded with righteousness, a hundred-fold, ten-thousand-fold increase in the past.
In an instant, the entire Julu City, the entire huge Julu City, was as bright as day.
In Julu City, countless cultivators were immediately alarmed, and they all went out in surprise. Not only was Julu City bright, and even the whole world was bright. In the middle of the night, it seemed as if it had dawned for an instant.
Countless cultivators came quickly towards the Tianshou Square in surprise.
Wentong Baisheng! Awesome world! Wanxian pilgrimage!
"Wow!"
In the Tianshou Square, countless repairers were horrified and inexplicable.
Includes all the great scholars and great sages of Julu Academy.
The great sages who were indignant at Sima Yuntian were amazed at this moment.
"Sima Yuntian, the article is invincible!" Le Yi exclaimed.
"Boom!"
The Hundred Saints statue was trembling, as if it was also inexplicable because of this article.
Meng Ziqiu showed a wry smile and said: "Sima Yuntian? The Sima family has reached its peak in his generation. With such an article, who can overwhelm the world?"
"Long live the teacher!"
"Long live the teacher!"
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The seventy-two great scholars exclaimed excitedly.
Sima Yuntian exhaled a long breath, revealing a hint of satisfaction. At the same time, with a wave of triumphant excitement, he looked in the direction of Yan Chuan.
The Hundred Saints move, I make the statues of ‘dead things’ crazy about my words, what about you Yan Chuan?
"The world is sad!" Yan Chuan suddenly sighed in the midst of his luck.
"Boom!"
The luck suddenly disappeared.
Yan Chuan's poems and prose are also suddenly exposed.
A breath of great compassion and vigor suddenly came out.
The breath of great compassion and majesty, great sadness, like a huge storm, instantly swept the entire Wanxian pilgrimage meeting.
Although Wanxian has not disappeared, countless demons have also appeared around him.
Mr. Wen Ruo's painting seems to have appeared around everyone.
"Help!"
"God, save my son!"
"Mother! Save me!"
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The world collapsed, and the realm of great suffering appeared around everyone in an instant. The original heart of a pious pilgrimage was suddenly spared by the sorrow and disaster in front of him. For a time, countless cultivators showed a sense of sorrow and grief.
Religious and sad, the two emotions suddenly collided.
Yan Chuan’s poems appeared.
Too bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter!
Nine pains in a row have stirred up many people's hearts.
The sages of Julu Academy suddenly looked at Yan Chuan's poems together, and suddenly showed horror one by one.
Disasters broke out all around, fighting against the power of Ten Thousand Immortals.
"This is an article comparable to Wanxian's Pilgrimage Poems. They are all shocking articles. I can't judge them anymore!" Le Yi smiled bitterly.
"Yes, these two articles have surpassed my knowledge, so I can't judge or judge!"
"Whose one is better?"
"I can't tell who is better!" Mencius smiled bitterly.
Too bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter!
Nine sufferings appeared in a row, and Sima Yuntian's face sank, and he realized that Yan Chuan was good. A breath of great sadness and desolation rushed to his face, and Mr. Wen Ruo's paintings seemed to be in reality.
The suffering of the sky, the suffering of the earth, the suffering of the sun and the moon, the suffering of the common people, the suffering of all races, the suffering of heaven, the suffering of human nature, the suffering of the world, and the suffering of people!
As soon as the Nine Sufferings come out, the disaster in the original painting is vividly expressed, great compassion, great suffering, great disaster, and great disaster for the common people!
As everyone was reading Yan Chuan's masterpiece, no one noticed the statue of the goddess Zhichen behind everyone.
The statue of the goddess Zhichen, which was twice as tall as the Hundred Saints, suddenly two tears appeared in the pitying eyes.
The statue of the goddess of compassion, two drops of tears, slowly condensed, and gradually fell.
The goddess statue is crying!
It seems that I have seen the disasters in the world, the broken world, the collapse of the world, and the goddess statue shed tears in pity, and shed tears for the people of the world.
Zhi Chen shed tears. The Hundred Saints who were trembling and trembling suddenly stopped trembling for a while.
The goddess wept in sorrow, and the Hundred Saints remained silent.
The awe-inspiring righteousness that soared into the sky was immediately retracted, and the heaven and the earth, as bright as day, suddenly rose again in darkness.
Julu City also instantly returned to the night.
Haoran's righteousness all retracted into the Hundred Sages statue, as if the Hundred Sages statue could not exert the Haoran righteousness at all.
Hundred Saints are all ashamed of the cry of Goddess Zhichen. Are all repenting for the cry of Goddess Zhichen!
Hundred Saints suddenly retracted all the Haoran righteousness, and immediately caused everyone to turn around.
"Cry, goddess Zhichen is crying!" I don't know who, the first one exclaimed.
"The goddess Zhichen cried when she saw the creatures become charcoal!"
"How can the statue cry? How can it cry?"
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Almost everyone was stunned by the cry of the goddess Zhichen. Sima Yuntian also turned his head and saw the two tears falling from the sky.
The two drops of tears dripped down, as if they were telling something, as if they were pitying something, these two tears pushed Yan Chuan's nine sufferings to the peak. These are two tears of sorrow!
In front of two drops of tears from the goddess Zhichen, Wanxian's pilgrimage looked so ridiculous, so ridiculous that Hundred Saints put away all the awe-inspiring righteousness in shame at this moment! (To be continued)
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