263. The evil of the family and the country, and the three transformations of the dragon king (Part
When Zhang Dongyun goes out with Shen Herong and others, Shen Herong and Ao Kong can talk to him directly.
After they separated, Shen Herong straightened her blue sky eyes again, and used her blue sky eyes to talk to Zhang Dongyun who she thought was still in the Daming Palace in Chang'an City.
Zhang Dongyun finally understood what Shen Herong had said earlier through the ritual ritual he had left behind, which had not dissipated over time, and then used it to explain what he had just said in retreat.
At this moment, he is looking through Qingtian Eyes, which is basically Shen Herong's perspective.
The person in front of Shen Herong now is Liao Ping, a student of Jiufeng Academy.
Liao Ping had been fighting with Shen Herong for a long time, and the expression on his face became more and more frightened and uncertain.
On the one hand, this is because of the cultivation strength of the girl in front of me.
The other party is a great Confucian in the Ninth Realm, the realm of Pingtianxia.
But Liao Ping's cultivation is higher.
He has been able to leave his own literary classics and leave his name in history.
This is the first realm of Confucianism and writing.
Also known as the tenth realm of Confucian practice.
When you reach this realm, compared to the previous nine realms, you are like a completely different person.
Confucian masters in the book-writing realm are not as oppressive as martial arts emperors and Buddhist dharma bodies against practitioners of the previous nine realms and people of other paths.
But against the practitioners of the first nine realms of Confucianism, it has an absolutely overwhelming advantage.
This is how it should be...
But now Liao Ping found that he couldn't handle the seemingly immature girl in front of him.
The opponent's Wenhua talent was so high that he could almost reverse Wenzong's suppression of the first nine realms.
Although he didn't want to admit it, Liao Ping realized that if everyone was at the same level, he might be the one who got crushed.
He was even thankful that there was a huge gap between the First Nine Realms and Wenzong.
If he is in the ninth realm, he may not even be able to defeat the opponent in the eighth realm!
This discovery shocked Liao Ping even more.
And in the process of fighting with the girl in front of him, he gradually developed a somewhat familiar feeling.
Although the poems and prose used by the other party were generic, Liao Ping could still vaguely see some truth in them.
"You are definitely not your current age!"
Liao Ping looked at Shen Herong with a serious look on his face: "Which grandmaster is this reincarnation of you?"
Shen Herong looked at him calmly and said calmly: "It's not important."
At the same time as she opened her mouth, she condensed her talents and talents, and then showed off her family, country and the world.
When Liao Ping saw this, his expression became even more gloomy.
His talents and talents were gathered together and turned into a book.
Although the book is still a little thin, it already demonstrates his literary accomplishments in writing.
Every page in that book was transformed by one’s family, country and the world!
The book above Liao Ping's head contains dozens or hundreds of independent worlds like the world of family, country, and world.
Each one is different, contains cultural mysteries, and turns into an independent world with its own merits.
The worlds are composed of pieces of Liao Ping's poems, and then they are integrated into this precious volume of his writings.
Used to fight enemies, dozens or hundreds of countries and the world overlap together, illusion becomes reality, and the world becomes stable.
A practitioner of the Nine Realms will be sucked in and find it almost difficult to escape.
And he will crush the ninth level Confucian who is also a Confucian practitioner.
Because if the other party reveals his family, country, and world, he can directly use his own Wenhua Treasure Scroll to compress the other party's family and country into a piece of paper and put it in his book.
It doesn't mean that he captured his opponent's family, country, and world, but more like a seal in a short period of time.
The ninth-level Confucian practitioners who lost their family, country, and world completely lost the means to fight against Wenzong, so they had no choice but to let the mercenaries eat their flesh.
But now, Liao Ping found that he could not suppress the family, country and world that sealed Shen Herong.
The independent world created by Fang Wenhua's talent was as stable as the family, country and world transformed by Wen Zong's treasure scroll.
Liao Ping was taken into it, and the world in front of him suddenly changed.
I saw one word after another appearing all around, up and down, in different sizes.
Some are as big as mountain peaks, and some are as small as corn.
These words filled the world and could be seen everywhere, and they were all squeezing towards Liao Ping's direction.
Liao Ping calmed down and snorted coldly.
His literary talent turned into a treasure scroll. When the book was opened, there seemed to be a strong suction force, sucking in all the ink characters that came close, no matter how big or small.
As soon as he took in these ink characters, Liao Ping's expression suddenly changed slightly.
He felt like there were endless mysteries in these words.
If you can understand it thoroughly, you will definitely make great progress in your cultivation.
Who is this person?
Liao Ping had more doubts in his heart, but at this moment he could only suppress similar thoughts and concentrate on defeating his opponent first.
But at this moment, ink marks began to spread out on the paper in Liao Ping's Wenhua scroll.
It was as if thick ink had been knocked over and splashed on it, spreading quickly.
It's like soaking Liao Ping's original Huabao scroll in ink.
Liao Ping suddenly felt that his literary talent was dissipating, as if he had been blinded by something stupid.
He couldn't help but be shocked and quickly encouraged his literary talent.
The treasure scroll suddenly flashed with light.
The brilliance dispelled the ink stains, the pages in the book returned to normal, and the talent of culture was revealed.
But more and more ink characters surrounded it from all directions.
Then it kept falling on Liao Ping's Wenhua scroll, dyeing it black.
Liao Ping was furious. He scattered the ink and picked up his pen to write in the air.
The traces of his poetry and prose also spread in all directions, as if the world had turned into paper, and every word of his poetry and prose was deeply engraved in time and space.
Influenced by his poetry, Shen Herong's family, country, and world began to shake, no longer stable as before.
What Liao Ping wrote is a devastating poem.
What he wants to destroy is not his own life, but the "fate" of Shen and Rong's family and the world.
Shen Herong refused to give in to each other. You write yours and I write mine.
The two sides maintained themselves while attacking their opponents, and for a while they fell into a stalemate.
Liao Ping couldn't feel relaxed at all.
It seems like a tie, but the problem is that the opponent is in the ninth realm, and he is in the tenth realm!
A tie actually meant he lost.
Especially as the stalemate lasted longer, Liao Ping gradually discovered that his talents seemed to be drying up.
He's not worried about this.
But the opponent in the Ninth Realm didn't show signs of weakness, which made him even more embarrassed.
Liao Ping forced himself to calm down and continued the stalemate with Shen and Rong.
His literary talents gradually dried up.
But the next moment, it was filled again.
It was as if the exhaustion of talent just now was just an illusion.
This is where Liao Ping's confidence lies.
Successful students of Jiufeng Academy are never afraid of competing with others for endurance.
The academy's classic doctrine "The Spring of Talents and Thoughts" can instantly restore their already depleted talents and thoughts.
Seeing this, Shen Herong whispered to himself: "The spring of talent and thought... Oh, the spring of talent and thought."
While maintaining her family, country and world, she turned her head and looked to the other side.
Far away there, two figures, one large and one small, were fighting fiercely.
In the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun is sitting with his body leaning forward slightly.
That was also the battlefield he cared about most.
Aokong, I should laugh at the war!
As soon as the two sides met, Ao Kong threw the other two opponents to Chu Yaoguang and Shen Herong without any consideration, and then directly attacked the young Taoist-looking Gu Mu Zhenren himself!
He didn't know the other party's road number before.
But he remembers how I looked when I reincarnated and plotted against him!
He remembered the other party's indifferent expression after plotting against him.
He remembered what the other party said when he took action:
"Darong Mountain? Go there by yourself."
So he wanted to cut it into pieces with his own hands!
Yingxiao, my mood didn't fluctuate at all.
He just raised his hand to make a magic formula, and then the Tai Chi diagram with the intersection of yin and yang in the purple air flew out to block the furious Huan Tianlong.
A purple cloud and a white cloud are constantly circling and fighting between the sky and the earth.
The Taoist priest raised his hand and pointed.
Immediately there was a black and white lightsaber standing side by side, each occupying half, and flew towards Huan Tianlong.
Huan Tianlong was hit by the Taoist priest's yin-yang demon-slaying sword, but the next moment it turned into a dream.
In the other direction, the real Huantianlong appeared.
He opened his mouth suddenly.
Then the space around the young Taoist priest's body suddenly seemed to become a flat surface, becoming more wrinkled and twisted.
The Taoist priest raised his hand and used the Tai Chi Diagram to flatten the space again and restore it to normal.
Seeing Huan Tianlong's figure flash forward, as if ignoring the space, rushing directly in front of him, the Taoist priest seemed to have been prepared, and raised his hands together.
The Tai Chi diagram, where yin and yang meet, was actually divided into black and white halves by him, and then reunited in the middle.
It is the secret of the Taiqing Palace that tortured Ao Kong for ten years, the Qiankun Lock!
Seeing that Huan Tianlong was about to be locked, he let out a mighty long roar.
The dragon's roar gradually turned into the ape's cry.
What remains unchanged is the roar that reaches the sky.
The white dragon transformed into a black ape, and spread its arms to both sides to block the Qiankun Lock.
With two huge black-haired devil's claws, the black and white universe lock suddenly disappeared into thin air.
The young Taoist priest remained unhurried, as if every response of the other party was within his expectations.
Facing the giant ape as huge as a mountain, he, who was disproportionately small in stature, did not retreat but advanced.
The Taoist priest stepped on the purple cloud and directly hit the chest of the mountain-moving demon ape.
It seemed like he was hitting a stone with an egg, but he punched it out.
The mana turned into purple energy and condensed, forming a fist the size of a mountain peak, which seemed to be bigger than the devil ape's claws.
Then punch directly into the vital points of the opponent's chest and abdomen!
Taiqing Palace secretly teaches Taoism and uses divine calculations to predict the enemy in advance.
Then there is the Taoist sect's top external training style, which is comparable to the Hunyuan Yiqi hammer shot by the martial arts emperor!
Under this beating, even the Mountain-moving Demonic Ape did not dare to rely on his chest to hit him hard.
The demon ape was as huge as a mountain, but it didn't look bulky. He jumped up easily and went straight up into the sky.
Although the young Taoist priest's punch missed, he did not pursue him, but turned around and tried to leave.
The huge demonic ape in the sky roared, its sharp fangs and bloody smell filled the air.
Furious, his body shape began to change.
But this time he didn't turn back into a magical dragon.
His limbs and body still look like a mountain-moving demon ape.
But on the back, a dragon-like horse-like mane began to grow.
A white-scaled dragon tail sprouts from behind its buttocks.
The head of the giant ape has a mouth that protrudes forward and becomes longer, and dragon horns sprout from the top of its head.
The dragon-like and ape-like monster flashed and seemed to ignore the space, suddenly pounced from the sky to the young Taoist priest.