Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

“Rip and pull, click!”

A large piece of thunder slashed, but at this moment, it couldn’t hurt Jiang Hao in the slightest, and he couldn’t move him a little.

Eight Nine Xuan Gong, every breakthrough turn, is the difference between heaven and earth, Jiang Hao found that he had already crossed the 100,000 extreme realm of the flesh body and rushed towards a higher realm.

His current strength is indescribable, I am afraid that it has increased several times compared to before, what kind of feeling is that?

It is probably a palm shot, the silver moon is all over the sky, this palm is not only powerful, but also can pull the power of the laws of heaven and earth to bless his body.

To describe it in one sentence, that is, raising hands and feet, all in harmony with heaven and earth, this is a great power, which can only be called by the power of the world.

The Heavenly Tribulation gradually dissipated, after all, it was just an Earth Immortal Tribulation, and it was not much stronger if it was ten times stronger.

“Go on, don’t go!”

Seeing the heavenly calamity dissipate, Jiang Hao couldn’t help but be anxious, this is the same as that thing, the first blow is very painful, but the back is very refreshing.

The clouds came and went quickly, but in an instant, the sky dome cleared again.

“Seeing that it was about to ——- high, but you stopped doing it? What’s the difference between this and not giving money to a prostitute! Jiang Hao pointed to the sky and cursed angrily.

Zhang Xiaofan: “…………”

Chang’e: “………………”

A group of strong people who secretly observed: “…………”

“This kid, I’m afraid he was not stupid by the Heavenly Tribulation, right?” The crowd was no longer able to complain.

Although the Heavenly Tribulation dispersed, the literary song was still there, and the boundless literary aura was still surging towards Jiang Hao.

“Forget it, the Heavenly Tribulation is gone, and I just took this opportunity to break through the realm of Great Confucianism!” Jiang Hao saw that the sea-like literary aura was still pouring in, and he immediately made a decision.

Great Confucians are scholars who have read poetry books, talents who are full of meridians, scribes of high moral character, and people who are worthy of the sages in their deeds and who benefit the world academically.

If you want to reach this realm, you don’t have to have a lot of knowledge, and the literary atmosphere is like the sea and the moon.

True Confucians are all virtuous people!

The real Great Confucian never goes with the devil!

A true Great Confucian, full of righteousness!

This is why Jiang Hao’s literary style is equivalent to Haoyue, but he is stuck in the realm of university scholars.

If you want to achieve the Great Confucianism, you must have a body of righteousness, so that a body of culture gradually degenerates into a mighty righteousness, which is the Great Confucianism.

Unfortunately, Jiang Hao thinks that he is quite upright, but he must achieve this realm of “establishing a heart for heaven and earth, establishing a life for the people, continuing to study for the saints, and opening peace for all generations”.

Jiang Hao said: “Laozi really can’t do it! ”

That’s right, just can’t do it, Jiang Hao never thinks of himself as a gentleman, he doesn’t want to be a gentleman, that kind of life, in fact, is quite tiring.

Jiang Hao just wants to be his true self, unrestrained and at ease.

“Immortal Buddha Laozi can’t care!” The corners of Jiang Hao’s mouth raised slightly, which was a smile from the heart.

However, although he does not have the state of mind of Da Ru, Jiang Hao is still sure that he can achieve Da Ru because he has a heirloom poem.

“Although it’s a bit wasted, if it can really make me a great Ru, then it won’t be a loss!”

Jiang Hao muttered, and then took out a piece of rice paper from his arms, using his fingers as a pen and blood as ink, to complete the broken fonts in it one by one.

As soon as this poem is completed, the heavens and the earth are shaken, and this time is different from others, and the demons and monsters that exist in the world are inexplicably impacted.

As for the reason, the poem has a resounding name, it is called: “Song of Righteousness”

“The North Court of the remaining prisoners sits in an earthen room, eight feet wide, and deep enough to find. The single is low, the white space is short and narrow, dirty and dark. ”

Mencius said: “I am good at cultivating the qi of Haoran.” He has seven, my qi has one, and with one enemy seven, what is my suffering! He who is mighty is the righteous qi of heaven and earth, and he makes a righteous song. ”

As soon as this poem came out, endless silver light appeared between heaven and earth, they rose from the mountains and rivers of the earth, densely packed, like countless fireflies, and more like countless stars dotted in the night sky.

Heaven and earth have righteous qi, existing in a flower, a leaf, a grass and a tree, in every corner of heaven and earth, so to speak, everyone has righteousness in their hearts, but it may be hidden in the deepest part of your heart.

“Heaven and earth have righteous qi, and miscellaneous manifolds. The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper one is the sun star. To people know that Haoran, it is overwhelmed. ”

“Come on!”

With Jiang Hao’s light drink, all the points of light converged into streams, condensing into a long river, rushing towards Jiang Hao one by one.

Every mighty long river is shining brightly and shiningly, like a heavenly river hanging across the sky, hanging down ten thousand silver rays, running through the whole world, they just reached the sun, exuding a majestic momentum, there is an invisible momentum.

“Ah, I’m so uncomfortable!”

“It’s Haoran righteousness, this is born to be the nemesis of me and other evil ghosts!”

“I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die!”

Hiding the evil ghosts of the world, some of them possess people, some hide in cemeteries, and some directly hide in dark corners, waiting for chaos.

And now, as soon as the mighty river comes out, as long as it is illuminated, the evil spirits will disappear in an instant.

Even some great demons, who have practiced for hundreds or thousands of years, feel extremely uncomfortable at this time, and have sought to hide in the secret cave mansion.

These Haoran righteous qi that has just reached the sun may shake apart the thousand-year cultivation of these great demons and beat them back to the prototype!

“My heart is sad, and the sky is extreme. The day of the philosopher is far away, and the punishment is in the past. The wind eaves exhibition book reading, the ancient road illuminates the color. ”

“I, I want to cultivate Haoran Qi!”

As Jiang Hao chanted, countless Haoran righteous qi turned into silver dragons and rushed into his body.

Jiang Hao’s moon-like temperament, while growing wildly, he was crazy transforming.

For a long time, Jiang Hao let out a long breath of turbid breath, his eyes were as bright as electricity, and he was full of righteousness, and the realm of great Confucianism had arrived!