In Tanxiang Academy, Feng Qingyan is studying, cultivating his mind, and nourishing his character...

As time goes by, more and more students enter the Twenty-Seven Books Mountain, and more and more students fail.

In less than half a year, the Song Dynasty had several more great scholars.

The four original scholars finally couldn't help it and came to Tanxiang Academy. When they saw the Twenty-Seven Books Mountain, they couldn't help but be shocked and regretted why they came now...

If they had come half a year earlier, perhaps they would have become great sages by now.

As for the current academy, except for Mr. An, whose realm is unknown, there are one semi-sage, three great sages, and nine great Confucians.

If we add them, there will be thirteen great Confucians.

However, there were few local Confucian scholars, only three of them, and the rest were all disciples of Chen Ya.

Now, Feng Qingyan only gives morning readings and lectures on the first day of every month, but every time he lectures, the inside and outside of Tanxiang Academy are crowded with students.

Even the half-sage Chen Ya came out of the mountain of books and did not want to miss the teacher's lectures.

One day, Feng Qingyan suddenly looked up at Tianyu, frowning slightly, and after a moment he said: "Chen Ya, I'll be at your service with pen and ink."

"promise."

When Chen Ya heard this, he immediately went to prepare pen and ink.

At this time, Feng Qingyan walked out of the hall and came to the Wei River upstream of the academy, while Chen Ya followed respectfully.

"Today, I will teach you how to write a word."

Feng Qingyan stood by the water and looked at Tianyu Road.

Behind him, in addition to Chen Ya, there were also Chen Ya's disciples and students from the academy. After all, Mr. An showed his calligraphy in public, and anyone who heard it would not miss it.

How did Chen Ya become a saint?

Not to mention in Tanxiang Academy, even in the Song Dynasty, I don’t know how many versions have been circulated. However, no matter how the version changes, it has never left the Junxing Monument...

Chen Ya became a saint because of his monument.

Everyone knows this.

At this moment, more and more students heard the news and rushed to the upper reaches of the academy, making Feng Qingyan's back crowded with people.

"Teacher, the ink is ready."

Chen Yadao.

Feng Qingyan nodded, took the pen he had prepared, put some ink on it, and started writing in the Weishui River. However, the surrounding students were stunned.

"What is Mr. An doing? Aren't you saying that Mr. An showed calligraphy?"

"I prepared a pen, ink and inkstone, but why don't I have paper? How can I write without paper? And why do I have to come to the river?"

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Mr. An is not going to write in the river, is he? How is this possible?"

At this moment, the students around were talking and looking a little surprised, but when they saw Feng Qingyan actually writing in the river, they were all stunned.

Feng Qingyan waved his hand, and the ink in his pen fell like a waterfall, turning into a sharp stroke and falling on the river. Moreover, it did not scatter when it landed on the river, and slowly flowed down with the river, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

.

Feng Qingyan wrote unhappily, one stroke at a time.

Then, strokes appeared on the river, but they were not words. For a while, people couldn't tell what the words were.

but.

At this moment, the students around him all looked as if they were stupid.

The words fell into the water without scattering, and floated slowly downstream one by one.

In just a moment, the surface of the Weishui River was covered with strokes. Each stroke was very big and grew bigger as it flowed. When they looked downstream, they seemed to see strokes floating out of the water and out of the sky, gradually

Disappeared between heaven and earth.

After writing seventy strokes, Feng Qingyan stopped.

"Written by the teacher, what is the word?"

He asked Chen Ya.

"kill--"

Chen Ya was silent for a moment, and a strong murderous aura gradually appeared in his eyes, "The teacher wrote seven words to kill. At this moment, seven words to kill, I am afraid that the whole world will be destroyed..."

Feng Qingyan nodded and looked at the sky.

now.

His gaze passed through the sandalwood world, passed through the world of Kyushu, and headed towards the wild world.

…

…

Somewhere in the wild world.

The world was dark, and there was a strong smell of corruption everywhere.

Here, threadlike corrosive black mist floats between the sky and the earth, making it impossible for any grass to grow.

No birds or animals were seen, no insects were heard, no flowers were blooming.

This is an extremely terrifying world. Anyone who enters this place will never come out again. Moreover, no one dares to come here...

Because deep in the earth, there is a huge stone monument.

The stone tablet is a hundred feet high, exuding a majestic and fierce aura of terror. There is only one big word written on it:

Prisoners!

Legend has it that anyone who comes here and sees the word "prison" will be imprisoned by strange and terrifying forces.

He has been imprisoned here since then and cannot come out.

It is rumored that behind the stone tablet with the word "prison", there are countless terrifying beings imprisoned.

Therefore, this place is called the prison land, prison world, prison, etc., and everyone who hears "prison land" or "prison world" changes color.

Because this is one of the most terrifying places in the world.

I don’t know when.

There are two powerful figures appearing in the void outside the prison area.

They all exude a tyrannical aura that looks down on the world and swallows up all the world. Just standing there quietly makes the world shake.

The void outside the territory surged like a sea.

"Is Kutuo imprisoned here?"

A man whose whole body was covered by black armor said in a deep voice. He exuded a domineering and fierce aura, giving people a majestic and domineering aura.

The other man was extremely burly, with bronze skin all over his body, and his muscles could be seen bulging, exuding a terrifying aura of power.

He carried a huge ax behind him.

At this moment, the burly man carrying a giant ax stared at the prison tunnel and said: "Yes, it should be here. If Kutuo can be rescued, we will definitely have a peerless strong man in Jiuzhou, who is very likely to touch the way of the Heavenly Lord. Moreover, Kutuo

Tuo's identity is not simple, he will definitely be able to reshape the state of Florida..."

"So, even if we have to pay some price, we won't hesitate."

"If that's the case, it's really worth it."

The armored man nodded.

No matter in Kyushu, in all heavens, or even in the prehistoric world, Tianzun is a terrifying and extremely rare existence.

Represents the most powerful force in heaven and earth.

In the heavens, as long as a clan has a great emperor born, it can gain a foothold in the heavens. And if a clan has a deity born, it can almost dominate the heavens...

Kutuo is extremely talented and has already achieved the status of Bodhisattva. He is only one step away from becoming the youngest Holy Emperor of Creation. Among the countless monks in Kyushu, he is the most likely person to become the Holy Emperor and even touch the Heavenly Lord.

It's not impossible either.

It's just a pity.

Kutuo encountered a conspiracy and was imprisoned in the heavenly prison by the celestial beings.

After a moment, the man with the giant ax suddenly raised the giant axe, bursting out with extremely terrifying power, and slashed fiercely towards the boundary wall of the prison in front.

Boom!

The terrifying and tyrannical power caused the void to violently shake.

At this moment, the giant ax struck the boundary wall of the prison and opened a huge crack.

"Go in."

The big man with the giant ax said, then he carried the giant ax and stormed into the prison area.
To be continued...