Chapter 1202

Following the voice, the crowd saw the thin boy.

The young man raised his head and focused on the Qi machine word column. His eyes were bright and dark, and his mouth chanted words, as if reading from the book. His eyes flashed from time to time, sometimes nodded, sometimes shook his head, sometimes incomprehensible, sometimes suddenly realized, but a faint pleasure appeared on his face, as if he enjoyed it very much.

"Time is three... Destruction... Chaos... Truth..."

"Heaven and earth are constant by the universe, crossing by the universe. Under the sky, the Tao is like death..."

"There is no doubt through the ages. There is a cliff in the air. After the cliff, there is the primitive..."

The young man's voice was intermittent and unclear, but their faces showed deep surprise.

Before long, the boy began to move.

He squatted on the ground, stretched out his fingers and drew circles on the earth.

One circle, two circles, three circles... The circles he drew were twisted and crossed. They looked like children's graffiti.

But no matter the disciples of Canghai academy, the disciples of Shengdao academy or the friars of hunhai, they will not think that the boy is just playing. The second generation of masters scrambled to accept him as an apprentice. Luo Chuan came to Canghai academy only for this young man. It can even be said that he indirectly caused such a big noise when the demon Taoist temple attacked today.

Such a young man who can make the second generation of Shizu blush and attract the peerless Tianjiao Luochuan, his every move will certainly lead people to think deeply.

Gradually, many academy disciples and monk hunhai with higher Taoism became blurred. There was nothing else in their eyes, only the overlapping circle.

A three generation disciple of Canghai academy turned red and suddenly raised his head. He just pulled out his eyes and his forehead was full of sweat. He looked at the boy in a complicated way, turned his head and looked at the Qiji character column, but suddenly found that he saw something.

Many monks recovered and looked at the column of Qi machine, full of exclamation.

At this time, how did they not know that the circle drawn by the boy who could read the Scriptures was another way of expression in Luo Chuan's scriptures. However, compared with this expression, it is superficial and simple, and only a small part, not complete, just like the weakened version of Luochuan's Scripture.

Rao was so shocked when they looked at the young man.

He could read the Scriptures that the second generation of masters could not read, and even understand them, and then express them in his own way... No wonder the second generation of masters scrambled to take him as an apprentice, and Luo Chuan did not hesitate to offend Canghai Academy for him. These characters can't be explained by genius. They are monsters!

Xue forgot

Many disciples of the Academy secretly read a name that was still unfamiliar before today. They have a strong intuition. In the near future, millions of monks in the sea will probably preach this name... Provided that Canghai academy can escape today's disaster.

Boom!

Thousands of bloody Xiaoyue finally crushed the barrier built by the scripture Qi machine, coerced the prestige and murderous spirit of destruction, and pressed against Canghai academy again.

In Canghai academy, everyone's face was gloomy and their heart was cold. However, at this time, the white scroll written by Luo Chuan flew in the air, and the scriptures on the second page flew together, like shining stars, roaring and singing towards thousands of bloody moons.

Every character is changing. Their change is not the change of the font itself, but seems to be constantly changing. Each word has its own meaning and charm. They are combined together, scattered, and countless trails!

The words on the second page did not build a barrier like the first page, but coerced the morality of time and faced the bloody moon falling from the sky.

Thousands of words hit thousands of blood moon, but they only resisted for a while. In the twinkling of an eye, they were smashed by Xiaoyue, turned into a circle of bright and dark powder, and floated in the air.

Thousands of miles away, the woman who played the flute and controlled the moon obviously understood the solution in the first confrontation. Her own strength was terrible, plus big killing tools such as star killing moon wheel, she naturally had an advantage.

By this time, Luo Chuan had written five pages.

He didn't lift his head or blink his eyelids. It seemed that he couldn't feel the disappointment of the friars around him. He continued to write quickly and flicked the pages of the book.

Wow... Wow

Page after page of scriptures, with their moral Qi machine, flew to the sky. The words were like stars, howling like thunder, gathering and dispersing from time to time, deriving and changing from time to time, and rushed one after another to the bloody little moon.

The sound of the flute rises. Under the traction of the mother and fetus of the moon wheel in the distance, the blood color of the small moon also begins to change. The blood mist in the Taoist palace in the middle of the moon spreads like a demon God with thousands of arms and legs, cutting and blocking the Scriptures in front of him.

Although the falling speed of the bloody moon was slowed down, Luo Chuan's three full pages of scriptures were fragmented under the impact of the bloody moon. The words did not become words, and the ink faded and turned into powder.

Looking at the blood moon falling from the sky, the monks in Canghai academy showed their bitterness.

It's very rare for Luo Chuan to last so long.

He got the Sutra and inspired the Qi of Taoism. Once the Sutra is completed, he will be able to return to the truth and become a generation of moral master.

But morality belongs to morality, and battle belongs to battle. The strength of the Lord of the demon palace is much higher than that of Luo Chuan. Even if the scripture written by Luo Chuan is against the sky, it can be limited by his own strength. It's not easy to stop the killing of the Lord of the demon palace?

On page 7, Luo Chuan's writing speed slowed down.

At this time, the killing moon was only a hundred feet away from Canghai Academy.

A hundred feet away, in the twinkling of an eye, Luo Chuan still didn't look up. When he waved his left hand, the scriptures on page 6 flew up.

Seeing that Luo Chuan's old skills were repeated, many monks shook their heads secretly, but they also knew from the bottom of their hearts that Luo Chuan had no good way to deal with the woman's strong hand. Don't mention Luochuan. There are only a few places that can block half a column of incense from that woman.

On the sixth page, the Sutra words flew into the air, but this time, they did not directly meet the blood moon.

Tick

Hundreds of feet above Canghai academy, thousands of scriptures suddenly changed and turned into thousands of drops of water. The water droplets expand, diffuse and connect... In the twinkling of an eye, a long river appears under thousands of small months, forming a tendency of interception.

"Is it the river before..."

A disciple of the Academy murmured in a low voice without hiding his disappointment.

Although the thousands of time magic rivers had been hidden in Canghai Academy for a while, they had no effect in the face of the bloody moon wheel. Although Luo Chuan is a terrible genius whose Taoism is comparable to the second generation of Shizu, he is also a man. Up to now, his skills are poor.

Many academy disciples thought like this.

"No."

Just then, a scholar's eyes flashed.

They turned around and recognized that he was a well-known and generous Taoist of Canghai Academy.

"This river... Is so real!" Taoist Dafang sighed. Although he could not see the reality of the long river above his head, he could feel the difference.

Compared with thousands of illusory rivers before, the long river in front of us seems to exist truly.

"It's a long time."

In the cannon fodder camp, Wang Hu's eyes lit up and thought in his heart. His face looked excited: "the boss has finally succeeded!"

All the brothers of the cannon fodder camp showed their excitement. They all practiced in the time magic River and knew that there was a river above the time magic river. That river also contains time morality, but everything in the river is not illusory, but a real existence, which is the long river of time!

The long river of time has always existed between heaven and earth, but just like time, it has existed from ancient times to the present, but it can't be touched or seen. Occasionally, there will be great powers to exert great powers, forcibly open the long river of time, or go back to the past or cross the future... But more of them only exist in legends.

After all, time is an existence above the way of heaven, and the long river of time is extremely dangerous. Even sages are afraid that they can't change history in the long river of time.

Although there is a legend about the long river of time in the practice world, it is only a legend, because even if someone crosses the long river of time and returns to the past, they can't know.

At present, Luo Chuan has obtained the Scripture and unexpectedly opened up a long river of time by virtue of the moral Qi in the scripture!

This is amazing!

In mid air, Luo Chuan's arm trembled and his face turned slightly white.

By virtue of his moral spirit in writing books, he led the way and forcibly opened up a long river of time that he could not bear, which almost exhausted his strength.

Although he has understood the true Tao of time, this Tao is above all things in heaven and earth, which he can't control today. Without this unfinished volume of the Shi Jing, he would not be able to do this. He would have gone beyond his control.

But as he said, only with a clear conscience can he reach the top of the Tao.

Today's robbery, perhaps only by relying on this long river of time, can we turn the tide!

In the twinkling of an eye, the seventh page was also full. Luo Chuan took a deep breath, strengthened his power, turned his palm and waved. The words on the seventh page cut through the air, rose to the sky and drilled into the long river of time above.

The long river of time flows thousands of miles across the sky, melting thousands of small months into the long river of time.

Wow... Wow

Over the Academy, white water flowed without seeing the edge, and time passed like this.

The bloody moon wheel hangs high above the long river of time. Under the control of the flute, it returns to rest. It seems that there is nothing to do in the face of the long river of time.

Everything was quiet. The world seemed to be quiet. Only the river overflowed and flowed, which impacted the minds of the monks inside and outside the Academy.

On the mixed sea, the evil friars looked at the long river surrounding the Canghai Academy in shock. They looked complex and frightened. They didn't know what it was, but they could feel a boundless expanse, just like the terrible morality coming from henggu and sailing to the endless future.

Suddenly, a burst of cheers broke out in Canghai academy, and many students of Canghai academy wept with joy.

They were all celebrating for the rest of their lives. No one noticed that Luo Chuan's face began to become dignified.

Just then, after a brief silence, the flute sounded again.