The taste of the world is the joy of the pure joy.

Su Wanyang was as calm as water. She was calm in the face of Huang Chao's sudden attack on the ground stairs. She grabbed the void in her hand and took out her Star Martial Danyue Shuxing Sword. The seven stars on the sword shone, and the Invincible Star Rich Sword swept away. The sword light was as bright as autumn water, and a whirlpool rolled out to wrap the golden dragon's claws.

The star power on the sword swept, and a move of the Phoenix Xuan level was used to achieve the joys and sorrows of joys and sorrows.

The Qiushui sword light split into two and cuts the minions into two pieces.

Huang Chao sneered, and the broken dragon claws actually transformed into two. The realm of poetry can allow the star general to enter a state, but this is not a trick, but it is better than the mysterious yellow sky and earth. Su Wanyang's face was plain and he took a broken step and a sword dance.

She is Su Mian's close friend, and her swordsmanship cannot be said to be as talented as the Qinglian Sword Immortal Li Bai, but she also has some experience.

Looking northwest, shoot the Tianlang!

The Danyue Sparse Star Sword shot, and the sword light fell like a star to shatter the dragon's claws.

The chrysanthemum in the void appears in bud and seems to bloom, as if it is about to bloom with a terrifying murderous aura and cooperate with the dragon claw golden lotus in one go. After I bloom, I will kill hundreds of flowers? Su Wanyang raised his eyelids, how could he not know? However, the purple aura in Huang Chao's star power made her very difficult.

Su Wanyang's figure moved and used the mysterious stairs to dance to make the clear shadow. This move was a body technique. The beautiful shadow suddenly shone brightly, like a butterfly passing through the flowers, and a little cold star sword light hit the yellow dragon.

It is a picturesque country that connects the ground steps.

Huang Chao had suffered internal injuries before, his star power was weak, and when the country was like a painting, it could not be stopped for a while. He could only roll up the chain dragon claw golden lotus and emit a purple air to protect himself.

The cold light brush blooms on the body.

After slashing out several wounds, Huang Chao was angry and prepared to use the star seal. At this moment, a heavy pressure pressed over her body, and her body could not move in an instant.

The country was so beautiful that it hurt her.

"Hmph, this is the day of resonance. I don't want to use your filthy blood to defile today." Su Wanyang looked at Huang Chao who was powerless to fight again, and a snorted softly, the Danyue Shuxing Sword closed gracefully, turned around and left gracefully.

Huang Chao vomited blood in his mouth, his whole body trembled, and the gravity pressing on her body became heavier and colder.

A tall woman walked out through the void of poetry realm, staring at Huang Chao with a white cold mask.

"Who are you……"

"If you use the purple aura of the Ancestral Dragon Seal, it would be a waste. It is a power that only a real dragon deserves." The woman reached out and grabbed it, her big palm covered the woman's vision, and Huang Chao's face was ashamed.

"Let me help you complete the task Li Shimin gave you."

...

The woman in the mask walked out of the poem's heavy door, looked up at the sky of the divine pillar, and flipped her hand, took out the jade pendants and crushed them. The jade pendants were shattered, and the light flowed, and a true spirit actually came out.

The Zhenling was also a beautiful and mature woman, wearing a light blue zither skirt. The Zhenling looked haggard and had no spiritual eyes.

"You will be punished and despised by the world." Zhen Ling spoke.

"Hmph, spit, I will soon create the greatest achievements in the history of the astral world? All the spirits and generals in the world will be in my palm. How do they spit on me?" The woman let out a ruthless ridicule.

"But it will be thanks to you that I can enter the Halloween Temple. When I reach this point, you will be despised."

"You should thank me for keeping your life, and you will be with me forever."

"'Fu Sheng' Sima Xiangru!"

The true spirit's eyes instantly turned dim.

"Let's go find the Painting Saint now." The woman looked at it, and it seemed that there was no one who chose the Painting Saint, which was just right for her wishes.

...

After ten blood and tears chapters against Huang Longshi, Chen Mo rushed straight to the sky of the divine pillar and flew towards the top layer.

Pushing open the door, Chen Mo walked in.

There is a huge circular platform inside, which is similar to what you saw outside. However, when you saw outside, you only felt that the platform was huge and the statues of the philosophers were very solemn. However, because the Halloween Temple was protected by a formation, it did not feel very real. At this moment, I walked in in person and found that it was completely different to participate in person.

The ancient sacred aura lingers the entire hall. The statues of the philosophers, dozens of feet tall, are solemn. These philosophers are all star names in history, and the eyes of the sculptures seem to have traveled through ten thousand years of time and space to the present.

The strong will and ambition made Chen Mo deeply feel that his skin seemed to be integrated into it.

Every saint of all philosophers seemed to have an ancient scroll slowly unfolding in my mind.

It's so amazing, it would be unimaginable if you could get such a grand ambition.

There are nine immortal monuments, of which eight monuments are distributed in eight directions. When Chen Mo saw that the monuments were arranged in a familiar way, he thought about it carefully and found that the eight monuments were arranged a bit similar to gossip, but it seemed a little different. The ninth monument was at its center like the pillar of the sky.

What's going on??

These eight monuments vaguely gave Chen Mo a sense of déjà vu. Their heart was vaguely budding but they could not break through. Chen Mo closed his eyes and practiced through gossip.

Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui, separate the eight directions.

The universe is opposite to each other, and the heaven and earth are positioned; Zhen and Xun are opposite to each other, and the thunder and wind are thin; Gen and Dui are opposite to each other, and the mountains and lakes are open; Kan and Li are opposite to each other, and water and fire are not reflected.

Um?

Chen Mo wrote gossip and found that he was becoming more and more like a fish in water and was very skillful. The gossip that he originally thought had reached the pinnacle seemed to be vaguely transforming towards a higher level.

Su Wanyang, Liu Fengxi, and Huang Yuheng entered the various platforms one after another, and Tao Yuanming, who came first, everyone stared at Chen Mo strangely.

This is the coquettish conference of the spirit generals. At this moment, it should be the title of the eight monuments. How could he actually punch a boxing method in the eyes of a saint like a general?

"Chen Mo, are you crazy? You actually punched and used force in the spiritual general competition?" Su Wanyang frowned and couldn't help but say something.

Chen Mo ignored him and was still addicted to the strange realm.

At this time, scholar Wang Xizhi, poet Du Fu, literary saint Han Yu and others also appeared on the Holy Platform of the All Sons one after another.

“Is this gossip?”

"This gossip is already superb."

"I didn't expect someone to practice gossip so well."

Outside the Halloween Temple, the sharp-eyed star general monk had already seen Chen Mo's boxing routine.

The "Book of Changes" performs martial arts throughout the world, and the Eight Trigrams are the basis.

"Well, Chen Mo actually practiced the Bagua. He also had the White Tiger and Xuanwu... Isn't that you want to fully understand the Book of Changes?" Su Mian looked at Chen Mo's boxing technique below. The Bagua was pure and the artistic conception was transcendent, and the artistic conception was obviously at the realm of transformation.

"But why he is gossiping on the Saint Station? Is it for people to show it?" Su Mian didn't quite understand.

"It's so embarrassing." Mi Fu looked at Chen Mo who actually punched on a major occasion where the hundreds of saints resonated with each other, and he covered his face and didn't dare to look at it. "This is more than the spiritual power of poetry. Why is he doing boxing? It's not bigger than anyone's fist."

"Junior Brother Chen Mo must have his own intention." Jiang Kui shook her head. She believed that Chen Mo would not do meaningless things.

"But Su Shi and the others are all starting to study the Monument of the Chinese Mausoleum and preparing for the next topic." Mi Fu was a little worried that Chen Mo would not have enough time.

On the holy platform, Huang Yuheng frowned. Is this man trying to attract attention?

He glanced at Han Fuqing, and Wen Sheng smiled at him with a gentle look. A sense of pride surged in Huang Yuheng's heart. Now is not the time to care about others. The most urgent task is to crack the eight stone tablets of the saints of various sages first.

"The whole world is turbid, I am alone clear, and everyone is drunk, I am alone awake, so I see it!"

Huang Yuheng couldn't understand it. This was a famous quote by Qu Yuan who threw himself into the river and star fell, but what is the meaning of putting it on the monument?

"Do you want to write your own opinions?" Huang Yuheng was influenced by Han Yu, a literary master of all generations, and had a superb understanding of the prose of all philosophers. "The whole world is turbid, I am clear, and everyone is drunk, I am awake..." Huang Yuheng closed his eyes and imagined the artistic conception of this sentence so that he could give the final answer.

Su Shi looked at the stone tablet for a long time, looked at Chen Mo, and was still talking about gossip.

What's even more disgusting is that the "White-clothed Prime Minister" Liu Jingshui seemed to ignore the Monument of the Zizis, and actually looked at Chen Mo's boxing technique quietly. The woman's eyes were graceful and full of appreciation.

"Hmph, it seems that you are not worthy of being Yu's opponent." Su Wanyang felt unhappy when he saw that the man and woman didn't care about the saint's stone tablet.

Chen Mo practiced gossip for a while, but he always felt that something was missing, so he finally stopped.

"Young Master's Bagua is both in shape and spirit, and it is perfect. I wonder what to sigh?" Liu Fengxi's phoenix eyes were puzzled. She was already deeply amazed by Chen Mo's boxing technique.

"Ah, you've been watching." Chen Mo woke up from his dream and laughed.

"I just think the stone tablets are arranged in a shape that looks like gossip, so I can't help but fight."

"Hey? Haven't the last resonance of the Hundred Saints started yet?" Chen Mo looked at the holy platform. The seven sages of the bamboo forest were almost all here, and they almost started when they all came.

"The painting saint Wu Daozi has not come yet."

Wang Xizhi has a long and elegant body, elegant calligraphy, and elegant demeanor. As the leader of the top calligraphers, Wang Xizhi frowned. "Wu Daozi has been too unwilling to pay attention to time and has been delayed for a long time."

"Who else hasn't entered the holy platform?" The poet Du Fu closed his eyes and was very calm.

Chen Mo looked at it and did not show up when Huang Chao and the woman suspected of Zhu Yuanzhang.

"Huang Chao shouldn't be unable to get in." Su Shi said lightly.

At this moment, the door opened and a tall woman appeared at the door. She was wearing a long dress with cloudy hair and garlands, and her eyes were bright, as if she was walking out of the painting.

"Wu Daozi!"

Everyone looked at her.

"I'm waiting for you, why are you so slow to appear?"

Suddenly, everyone found something was wrong with Wu Daozi. Wu Daozi's eyes were wide open, his face was pale, and his lips were bloodless.

"You... go..."

Wu Daozi walked forward a few steps and fell to the ground.

Everyone was stunned and saw an extremely tall woman appearing behind the Painting Saint. She was wearing a mask and staring at everyone on the Saint Platform coldly.

Even the seven sages in the bamboo forest were shuddering.

"It's great that everyone is here. Let's witness the moment when all the saints are sinful." The woman's tone was cold and she slowly took off her mask.
Chapter completed!