The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

Chapter 330 Eight-Rank “Bamboo and Stone”, invincible defense!

Finished!

The picture above the void has changed again!

The thunder was just on the ground, and now it is unprovoked.

Huhu…

The endless gust of wind, I don’t know where to get up, as if it is going to blow everything, constantly blowing the sky-reaching bamboo like a pillar of heaven.

But the bamboo was still standing upright, even under the strong wind, swaying along with it, there was no sign of breaking.

“No, the four lines of poems all have a vision of heaven and earth!”

“This poem for entry has already been formed!”

“Bu Feihua has a horrible talent, he can’t keep it!”

The four lines of poems all evoked the visions of heaven and earth. People taught Zhong Liquan, Heavenly Demon taught Ouyang Yun Tian, ​​and Zhu Xi half-sage of Tianzi Academy. The pupils were full of shocked expressions, and the heart tightened.

But the extraordinary figure of Bubuya suddenly stagnated and stopped retreating. In the eyes, the cold light was even worse, the figure was tall and straight like a bamboo, and he said in a deep voice, “This poem is called “Bamboo and Rock”!”

Buzzing!

Above the sky, the literary spirit is turbulent, rolling endlessly, and the pictures are swept away, and the rhyme of Confucianism is echoed, and it also reverberates.

In a short period of time, it evoked the echoes of the six Confucian rhymes!

“This step is extraordinary, it turned out to be the sixth rank fairy poem under the crisis!”

Half-sage Zhu Xi’s pupils shrank, and his eyes were full of shock. The sixth rank fairy poem is already arrogant enough!

For the talent of Bu Extraordinary, Zhu Xi Bansheng felt terrified for the first time. You must know that Bu Extraordinary Realm is just a realm of advancement!

“It turned out to be the sixth rank fairy poem!”

At this moment, that Heavenly Demon taught Ouyang Yun Tian also incredible exclaimed.

Although he is not a Confucianist, he knows exactly what kind of talent it takes to make a sixth rank fairy poem!

Buzzing!

And when they were shocked, above the sky, two Confucian rhymes echoed again!

Eight Confucian rhymes echo!

At this moment, everything seemed to be silent for an instant, and only the sound of the Confucian rhyme echoed in everyone’s minds.

“Eight rank… hymn…!”

After a while, the person taught Zhong Liquan before slowly spit out these words.

Just uttered four words, but it seemed to be extremely difficult. From this we can see the shock in his heart!

But at this moment, Bu Feihua just stood indifferently in the void, and his whole person, as if it merged with the sky-reaching bamboo, was so indestructible and indestructible.

Eight grades, hymns, at this moment, are made by the extraordinary!

The name of this poem is “Bamboo and Stone”, and the whole poem reads:

Ligen was in the broken rock.

The hard work is still strong,

Ren Er from southeast to northwest wind. ”

After saying the name of the poem, this poem can truly reveal its horror!

The scenery in the void is finally slowly taking shape.

A bamboo, as if standing directly between the sky and the earth, standing on top of the sky, directly above the nine heavens, but the roots are deeply pierced on the ground.

On the ground, there are towering green hills, as if rising from the ground, deeply surrounding the bamboo.

If you observe carefully, you can see that this is not around the bamboo, but the roots of the bamboo, which plunge deeply into the green hills.

The wind is still raging!

The bamboo that stretches to the sky swings with the wind, but it does not break, and it is deeply rooted in the majestic green mountains.

Boom!

The thunder continued, but the bamboo was in the thunder, and there was a faint ray of light on it, and it was even more unmoved. It really should have been tough after the hard work!

“No, it’s an eighth stage hymn!”

“This extraordinary step, He De, He Neng, can actually make an eighth stage hymn!”

“This son’s talent is actually more terrifying than Zhu Xi Half Saint!”

Everyone present was horrified. They never expected that Bu Feihua would actually make an eight-rank hymn. You know, even Zhu Xibansheng must pay attention to artistic conception if he wants to make a hymn!

Especially the people who originally thought it was only a fairy poem of the sixth rank were shocked and dumbfounded.

Making eight-rank hymns under this kind of danger does not mean that Bu’s extraordinary talent is more terrifying than Zhu Xi half-sage of the Emperor’s Academy.

Zhu Xi is a half-sage, that’s a veteran half-sage Confucianism!

“Little friend Bu is so talented!”

Thousands of ghost kings who watched the battle went to see Bu Feihua making such an eighth-grade hymn, and he was quietly relieved.

“Young Master Bu’s talent is enough to be ashamed of Confucianism in the world.”

Daoxuan Zhenren, who was standing with the ghost king Wan Wan, gave a sincere admiration, and when he spoke, his eyes even glanced at that semi-sage Zhu Xi.

It’s a pity that Half Sage Zhu Xi was in shock and didn’t notice the gaze of Dao Xuan Zhenren, otherwise, he would vomit blood in anger.

“Never leave this one!”

Zhu Xi’s half-sage’s eyes were cold, and he shouted angrily. His talent was even compared with Bu Fei, and Liu Yanchang’s hatred made him extremely angry.

“cut!”

That Heavenly Demon taught Ouyang Yun Tian also gave a cold shout, turned his hand into a knife, and slashed towards Zhou Zhao deeply.

laugh!

In the void, a huge shadow of a knife emerged, smashing the Huashan Mountain, and falling deeply, wherever it passed, even the void was faintly cut.

Boom!

However, when this terrifying knife fell on the bamboo that was deeply rooted in the green mountains, it suddenly made a dull sound, and the void vibrated slightly.

On the lofty green mountains, the light shines!

The figure of the bamboo can not stand upright, directly above the nine heavens!

“Look at me killing this child!”

Suddenly, Zhu Xi Bansheng from Tianzi Academy offered a pen and painted in the air. Mysterious handwriting gradually formed in the void, and the tip of the pen was shining.

At the same time, that half-sage Zhu Xi was still in the void, penning the dragon and snake, and quickly wrote a poem.

In the void, the golden light was released, but it was all caused by the brilliance of the half-sage Zhu Xi’s pen.

Hum!

In an instant, Zhu Xi half-sage made a good poem and painting. With a wave of his palm, the poetry and painting in the void have undergone tremendous changes in an instant, like a gluttonous head, rushing straight to the sky above the nine heavens. The bamboo goes away.

This is actually a combination of poetry and painting made by the five sons of Zhu Xi’s semi-sacred view of swallowing the sky.

I have to say that this semi-sage Zhu Xi of the emperor academy does have some abilities!

“Boy, gluttonous swallowing the sky, see how you defend it!” Zhu Xi’s half-sage roared with a ferocious expression.

“It’s nothing more than its shape.” The fifth son sneered, disdainful of this. As a glutton, no one knew himself better than him.

“Roar!”

In an instant, the gluttonous mouth opened the sky-swallowing mouth, roared, swallowing the green mountain, including the bamboo, in one mouthful.

The people who opposed Bu Feihua had a happy expression on their faces, but only for an instant, the joy on their faces was frozen.

boom!

A loud and deafening noise erupted, and the light above the green hills instantly reflected the entire sky, turning into flying ash in the gluttony of nothingness.

And the bamboo, the green hill, are still the same.