Chapter 487

Taste in the world is pure joy.

Su wanyang was as plain as water. Facing the ground steps suddenly attacked by Huang Chao, she took out her own star Wu light moon sparse star sword in the void. The seven stars on the sword shone, and the unparalleled Star Hao long sword swept away. The sword light was as cold as autumn water, rolling out a vortex to curl the Golden Dragon claws and teeth.

The star power on the sword swings, and a move is made by the dark steps of the Phoenix.

The autumn water sword light divides into two and cuts the claws and teeth in two.

Huang Chao sneered, and the broken dragon claws turned into two. The realm of poetry can make the star enter a state, but this is not a unique skill, but it is better than the dark yellow of heaven and earth. Su wanyang's face was flat and his sword dance was broken.

She is Su Mian's close friend in the boudoir. Her swordsmanship can't be compared with the super talent of Qinglian Sword Fairy Li Bai, but she also has some experience.

Look northwest, shoot Sirius!

The light moon scattered the stars, and the sword light fell like stars to smash the dragon's claws.

The chrysanthemum of the void appears to be in bud, which seems to be about to bloom a murderous spirit of terror. It can be achieved in one move with the dragon claw Golden Lotus. After my flowers bloom, all flowers kill? Su wanyang's eyelids picked, how could she not know, but the purple air in Huang Chao's star power made her very thorny.

Su wanyang's figure moved, and showed the Xuan steps to dance to clear the shadow. This move is a body method. The shadow suddenly flashed clear light, lightly like a butterfly passing through the flowers, and a little cold star sword light directly attacked the Yellow Dragon.

Impressively connected to the ground steps, rivers and mountains are picturesque.

Huang Chao had suffered internal injury before, and the star power was weak. When the river and mountains were picturesque, he couldn't stop it for a moment. He could only roll the chain dragon claw Golden Lotus and let out a purple air to protect himself.

The cold awn is blooming on the body.

After cutting several wounds, Huang Chao's eyes were angry, and he was ready to use the star seal. At this time, a heavy pressure pressed on her, and her body could not move in an instant.

Jiangshan picturesque one cover, she was injured.

"Hum, this is the day of resonance. I don't want to pollute today with your filthy blood." Looking at Huang Chao's inability to fight again, Su wanyang snorted, and the light moon scattered star sword gracefully closed, turned and left gracefully.

Huang Chao vomited blood at her mouth and shivered all over her body. The gravity on her became heavier and colder.

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

"You are..."

"It would be too wasteful for you to use the purple aura of the ZuLong seal. It belongs to the power of the real dragon." The woman reached out and grabbed it. Her big palm covered the woman's sight, and Huang Chao's face was as gray as death.

"Let me finish the task Li Shimin gave you."

……

The masked woman came out of the gate of the poem, looked up at the sky of the divine column, turned her hand over, took out the jade pendant of the sons, and crushed it. The jade pendant was shattered, and the light flowed, and a true spirit unexpectedly appeared.

That Zhenling is also a beautiful and mature woman, wearing a light blue zither skirt. This Zhenling's face is haggard, and her eyes have no aura.

"If you do this, you will be punished and the world will spit on you." The true spirit speaks.

"Hum, spit, I will immediately create the greatest feat in the history of the star world? All the spirits will be in my hands. How can they spit on me?" The woman laughed heartlessly.

"But thanks to you, I can enter the Pantheon. At this point, you will be despised."

"You should thank me for keeping you alive, and you will be with me forever soon."

"'fu Sheng 'Sima Xiangru!"

Zhenling's eyes darkened instantly.

"Go to the painter now." The woman looked, and it seemed that there was no choice but the painting saint, which was just what she wanted.

……

After ten bloody and tearful matches with Huang Longshi, Chen Mo smashed the divine column and flew to the top of the sky.

Pushing the door open, Chen Mo walked in.

There is a huge circular platform inside, which is similar to what you see outside. But when you see it outside, you only feel that the platform is huge, and the statues of all the sons are very solemn. But because the Pantheon is protected by an array, you don't feel very real. At this moment, you walk in personally, and you find that your personal participation is completely different.

The sacred atmosphere of ancient times haunted the whole hall, and the statues of dozens of feet high were solemn. These statues were all star names of previous dynasties, and the eyes of the sculptures seemed to shuttle through ten thousand years of time and space to the present.

Strong will and ambition make Chen Mo deeply feel that his skin seems to integrate into it.

Each of the saints seems to have an ancient picture scroll slowly unfolding in my mind.

It's amazing. It's unimaginable to get such a grand wish.

There are nine immortal monuments, eight of which are distributed in eight directions. Chen Mo looks familiar at the position of the monument arrangement. When he thinks carefully, the arrangement of the eight monuments is a little similar to gossip, but it seems a little different. The ninth monument in the center is like the Optimus pillar.

What's going on?

These eight monuments vaguely give Chen Mo a sense of deja vu. His heart is vaguely budding, but he can't break through. Chen Mo closes his eyes and rehearses with gossip.

Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen and Dui are divided into eight parties.

The confrontation between heaven and earth, the positioning of heaven and earth; Shock and confrontation, thunder and wind are thin; Gen Dui is relative, Shanze is ventilated; The ridge is relatively far away, and water and fire do not shoot at each other.

Huh?

Chen Mo plays gossip, and finds that it is becoming more and more like a fish in water, handy. The gossip that was originally thought to be at its peak seems to be changing towards a higher level.

Su wanyang, Liu Fengxi and Huang Yuheng entered the platforms of various scholars one after another. Together with TaoYuanming, who arrived first, everyone stared at Chen Mo strangely.

This is the coquettish meeting of Lingjiang. At this moment, it should be the topic of going to see the eight monuments now. How can you fight in the eyes of saints like a military general.

"Chen Mo, are you crazy to fight and use force in the competition of Lingjiang?" Su wanyang frowned and couldn't help saying.

Chen Mo turned a deaf ear and remained addicted to the strange realm.

At this time, scholar Wang Xizhi, poet Du Fu, literary sage Han Yu and others also appeared in the sage terrace of various scholars one after another.

"Is this gossip?"

"This gossip has been superb."

"I can't imagine that someone can practice gossip so thoroughly."

Outside the temple of ten thousand saints, the sharp eyed star general friar has seen Chen Mo's Boxing Routine.

The eight trigrams are the basis for the performance of martial arts in the book of changes.

"Well, Chen Mo actually practiced gossip. He also had white tiger and Xuanwu... Isn't that to fully understand the I Ching?" Su Mian looked at Chen Mo's boxing below. The eight diagrams were pure and the artistic conception was detached. It was obvious that the artistic conception was reaching the realm.

"But why is he gossiping on the sage's platform? Is it for people to see?" Su Mian doesn't quite understand.

"What a shame." Mi Fu looked at Chen Mo's boxing on the important occasion of Baisheng resonance, and hid his face and dared not go to see it. "This is more powerful than poetry. Why does he punch? It's not bigger than anyone's fist."

"Younger martial 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 his colleagues are beginning to study Zhuzi steles and prepare for the next topic." Mi Fu is a little worried that Chen Mo doesn't have enough time.

On the holy platform, Huang Yuheng frowned. Is this man grandstanding?

He glanced at Han houqing, and Wen Sheng smiled at him with gentle eyes. Huang Yuheng's heart surged with pride. Now is not the time to care about others. The top priority is to crack the eight stone tablets of various saints first.

"The whole world is muddy, I am alone, everyone is drunk, I wake up alone, so I see the release!"

Huang Yuheng can't understand it. This is a famous sentence of Qu Yuan throwing a star into the river, but what's the meaning of putting it on the monument?

"Do you mean to write your own opinions?" Influenced by Han Yu, the literary emperor of hundreds of generations, Huang Yuheng has a superb understanding of the essays of various scholars, "the world is muddy, I am alone, everyone is drunk, I wake up alone..." Huang Yuheng closes his eyes, imagines the artistic conception of this sentence, and makes the final answer.

Su Shi looked at the stone tablet for a long time, glanced at Chen Mo, and was still gossiping.

What's more hateful is that Liu Jingshui, who seems to be in white clothes and looks at Chen Mo's boxing quietly. The woman's eyes are graceful and full of appreciation.

"Hum, it seems that you don't deserve to be Yu's opponent." Seeing that the dog man and woman didn't care about the saint stone tablet, Su wanyang was unhappy.

Chen silently practiced gossip for a while, always feeling that something was missing, and finally stopped.

"The childe's eight trigrams are perfect. I don't know what to sigh for?" Liu Fengxi's eyes were puzzled. She had been deeply amazed by Chen Mo's boxing.

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

"I just think the arrangement of the stone tablets looks like gossip, so I can't help fighting."

"Eh? Haven't the last hundred saints resonance started yet?" Chen Mo looks at the holy platform. Almost all the Seven Sages in the bamboo forest have arrived. When they all come, they will almost start.

"Painting Saint Wu Daozi hasn't come yet."

Wang Xizhi has a long body, elegant calligraphy and elegant demeanor. As the top calligrapher, Wang Xizhi frowns. "Wu Daozi is too careless about the time, and has been delayed for a long time."

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

Chen Mo looked, and Huang Chao and the woman suspected of Zhu Yuanzhang did not appear.

"Huang Chao should not be unable to enter." Su Shi said faintly.

Just then, the door opened, and a tall woman appeared at the door. She was dressed in a beautiful dress, with cloud temples and garlands, and her eyes were bright, as if she came out of the picture.

"Wu Daozi!"

Everyone looked at her.

"I'm waiting for you. Why did you appear so slowly?"

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

"You... Go..."

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

Everyone was stunned, and saw an extremely tall woman behind the painting saint. She wore a mask and stared at everyone on the holy platform coldly.

Even the Seven Sages in the bamboo forest shudder.

"Everyone is here. That's great. Now let's witness the moment when all saints are sin." The woman's voice was cold and slowly took off her mask.

The exposed face shocked everyone.