Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

"Has it reached its limit?"

"Oh my God! The author must have created an immortal article!"

"Since the fall of Wenzu, all the Tianwen Dao have been in despair. Are they finally going to rise now?"

At this moment, both the Wen Palace disciples and the onlookers warriors were all looking at the beam of talent with fascination, and were completely excited and reveled.

Literary!

It can be regarded as a very important way in all the worlds.

When literature is strong, immortal classics are handed down from generation to generation, which can cultivate the minds of warriors, strengthen their will to achieve enlightenment, and assist their cultivation.

Why are the demon clan of the Ancient Chaotic Era and the human clan of the Sky-Splitting Era so powerful?

In addition to the unique cultivation environment, it is also because they have the support of literature and art to promote the prosperity and continuation of civilization.

"The Master of Literature is a wise man!"

"The Master of Literature is a wise man!"

"The author is wise."

Many literary disciples cheered, their faces turned red, and they changed from their previous decadence.

"Quiet!"

The author of the article stands on the top of the mountain, wearing a white robe and hunting, and his talent is lingering, as if he is the teacher of all living beings, carrying the backbone of literature.

He pressed his hands into the void, and the world suddenly became quiet. Then he looked at Guiguzi and said with a contemptuous smile: "It's your turn now!"

Yizhang literary spirit!

No matter what, he is invincible.

Besides, the 'Wenqu Stone Pillar' is a treasure forged by Wenzu, can we still judge his article as a loser?

Guiguzi raised his eyebrows slightly, confident in his article, and placed "The Way of the Sword" on the Wenqu stone pillar.

boom!

The Wenqu stone pillar trembled violently.

Immediately afterwards, a sword energy appeared, which was completely composed of Wen Qi. It exuded a fierce energy, slashing the nine heavens, making the sky tremble, and leaving no trace.

Endless cold air filled the air between heaven and earth, making the warriors present shiver all over, and their scalps exploded, as if there was a supreme heavenly sword hanging above their heads.

“What a terrible article!”

The Lord of the Water Tribe, Shui Wanheng, said in a condensed voice that even though he was a powerful Immortal Emperor, he still felt the pressure of death.

That’s right!

It is death!

An article made the Immortal Emperor feel death. Although it sounds ridiculous, he really felt it.

"Da Qin Xianting won!"

"From now on, Great Qin will control all the world's cultural veins!"

Shui Wanheng murmured to himself, feeling a little afraid of Da Qin Xianting, whom he had never dealt with before.

However, the vision is not over yet.

Large golden characters pierced the sky one by one, and the divine light shone brightly, as if countless rounds of scorching sun were rising.

Somewhere somewhere, there is an ancient divine voice that echoes around the world.

"In terms of swordsmanship, there are only three swords in the world!"

"The Holy Sword, also known as the Sword of Heaven, uses Dao as its back, virtue as its front, yin and yang as its qi, and the five elements as its handle. It can cut off the light of the sky at the top, and protect the earth from the bottom!"

"The sword of the wise, also called the sword of the emperor, has all the people as its back and virtuous ministers as its front. It conforms to the way of heaven above, follows the geography below, and neutralizes the will of the people!"

"The vulgar sword, also called the human sword, uses fine steel as the edge, alloy as the back, and coldness as the air. It can behead the head at the top, chop the feet with the bottom, and break the internal organs with the middle!"

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This voice is supreme. While it spreads throughout the heavens, it is also accompanied by countless auspiciousnesses, such as rays of light, golden lotuses emerging from the ground, and billions of auspiciousnesses running around.

The will of the heavens emerged, entrenched above Gui Guzi's head, and has not dispersed for a long time.

"The voice of the heavens!"

On the ninth level, Ditian, who was refining the 'Holy Pill', suddenly opened his eyes, his face was horrified, and he hurriedly looked towards the literary world.

"Who is it? Let the heavens speak out?"

In the Holy City, the ancestor of the Holy Clan opened his eyes wide and looked at the Wenjie in disbelief. There, the sky was full of Wen Qi, the sword energy was like a rainbow, and there was a figure standing with his back on his back.

"Guiguzi!"

In the void, Human Ancestor, who was fighting the Emperor, showed excitement and tore the void directly away, leaving behind a hearty laugh: "The Human Race should be happy! The Human Race should be happy!"

The Taihuang stood there with a confused face, looking at the talented literary world, his face changed for a while.

"Da Qin."

Finally, he sneered and disappeared.

At this moment, all the creatures in the heavens and the world were sitting cross-legged, listening to the sound of the Tao.

In the literary world.

Including the author, everyone's minds went blank. A scholar who was less than a thousand years old actually elicited the will of the heavens and produced the voice of the heavens.

Isn't this the scene of Taoist preaching?

This vision lasted for a full hour. After the voices from the heavens disappeared, everyone woke up and worshiped in the void, performing the disciples' rituals.

Preaching the word to the world is a great merit!

A hundred miles of auspicious clouds of merit and virtue emerged and split into two parts, 80% of which fell into Guiguzi's body, and the other 20% fell into the article.

boom!

A golden light burst out.

What was originally an ordinary article, after absorbing the power of merit, transforms into a spiritual treasure of Hongmeng acquired merit, which is not stained by cause and effect, is not stained by karma, and can suppress luck.

After another half an hour, the vision gradually dissipated.

But the 'Wenqu Stone Pillar' seemed to be broken. From the beginning to the end, no light beam of talent emerged.

"In this discussion, Da Qin won. Who has any opinion?"

Guiguzi held up the "Swordsmanship" article and asked loudly.

The world was silent, and the disciples in the literary world were silent. Although the article by the author aroused billions of talents, it was far behind compared with Gui Guzi's article.

The voice of the heavens preaches to the world!

The will of the heavens, Taoist saints arrange their faces!

Thousands of auspiciousness, hundreds of miles of merit!

This is probably the highest praise for a literati in all the worlds!

How to compare?

There is no comparison at all!

"No!"

"I have an opinion!"

Suddenly, an unwilling voice broke the silence.

I saw the author of the article pointing at the 'Wenqu Stone Pillar' and yelling with a distorted face: "The rules of the competition are to determine the outcome based on talent. However, Guiguzi's article failed to arouse any talent, so this discussion is my fault.

Win!"

Countless warriors looked at each other, could this be like this?

That’s ridiculous!

"The 'Wenqu Stone Pillar' is the most precious treasure of Wenzu. Any article can detect talent. Why can't it be detected by Gui Guzi?"

"There is only one answer, and that is that the article written by Gui Guzi is evil!"

"Not orthodox literature!"

The author ignored everyone's emotional changes. He only had one thought now, which was to protect the literary world and preserve the Zhutian literary lineage.

The world is still silent, only the hysterical roar of the author echoes in the sky.

"What do you look like now?"

After a while, Guiguzi asked calmly.

"Like what?"

The author responded subconsciously.

"Like a clown!"

Gui Guzi sneered, and his infinite literary energy exploded. The "Sword Chapter" that had transformed into a spiritual treasure of Hongmeng's acquired merits and virtues broke through the air and shouted loudly: "Please, all heavenly literary veins!"

"Please, Zhutian Wenmai!"

Li Bai took a step forward, and the poem "About to Enter the Wine" broke through the sky, occupying the sky, blooming with endless literary light.

"Please, Zhutian Wenmai!"

Wu Daozi raised his head, with a solemn expression on his face, and threw out the "Picture of All Heavens and All Realms", turning it into a map of all heavens and all realms, overwhelming the sky.

"Please, Zhutian Wenmai!"

Finally, Wang Xizhi shouted loudly, and the calligraphy of "Rivers, Lakes and Seas" broke through the sky, and many strange phenomena evolved.

The four cultural treasures, hanging high in the stars, were placed in the four directions, and began to spin rapidly, and their talents were derived, rushing towards the depths of the heavens, summoning the arrival of great beings.