The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

Chapter 344 Half-Quiet Poems, Long Time!

boom!

The words fell after the extraordinary step. Above the sky, the literary spirit surging continuously, converging into a huge river, from above the sky, surging torrents descended, and wherever it passed, the sound of the raging sea rushed.

“Bu Feihua has written a poem again!”

“The vision of heaven and earth, the poetry of the grade, but I don’t know, which grade of poetry is this time?”

“I’m afraid… at least it is a poetry of immortality. Such a vision is really terrifying.”

“With the extraordinary talent of Bubu, if the poetry produced is lower than the immortal grade, I am afraid it is impossible!”

The people watching the battle from a distance, seeing the vision above the sky, all their pupils shrank and they talked a lot.

During this time of observation, they already had some unpredictable meanings about the poems made by Bu Feihua, but they were just guessing which poems would be.

“Ananda Venerable, please quickly punish this one!”

“This son is writing a poem, I am afraid it is a sacred product!”

“Be careful to escape, otherwise it will be a major disaster!”

At the same time, the many Daluojin Wonderland powerhouses who were suppressed by Willow Leaf, seeing this scene, all their hearts slammed, and immediately yelled.

Of course, they also discovered that Ananda Venerable was fighting against the pale green light. They knew that all the turning points were in Ananda Venerable’s body, and their extraordinary talents and poetry made them feel embarrassed. The extraordinary chanting of poems at the time step horrified them, and it made Ananda

Venerable interrupted it.

Ananda Venerable’s brows also condensed, and everyone below exclaimed, making him have to be careful, and he shouted in a deep voice, “Cut!”

The sound was like a billowing thunder, resounding in the void for a long time.

On the ring knife condensed by Ananda Venerable, the golden light shines, carrying the boundless Dharma, slowly falling.

Boom boom boom!

The sword is rising against the storm, and in an instant, across the world, wherever it passes, on the willow leaves, the light green light released, as soon as it touches, it is like a piece of paper, divided into two.

And the giant god-tier projection of Ananda Venerable in the void gradually dimmed as the golden ray of sword cut away.

This knife condenses all the power of Dharma on the divine mind projection of Ananda Venerable.

When the knife is completely cut out, this strand of Ananda Venerable’s spirit will be completely annihilated.

He did not hesitate to sacrifice his own ray of spiritual thought, but also to break the willow leaves of the extraordinary willow, and kill the extraordinary!

Extraordinary step, public enemy of Buddhism, Ananda Venerable should do so!

“Fifth son, leave quickly, this time, thank you Zhuyi for your move, I have my own way of leaving!”

Looking up at the sky, I saw the pale green light above the willow leaves, which were constantly being cut apart by the giant knife with golden light, with an extraordinary expression of dignity, and once again let the fifth son leave with an anxious expression.

Among the poems that Bu Feifei wrote in the past, there is a poem that can directly form a long river of time.

As long as it was displayed, Bu Fei could enter the long river of light at that time and escape from this area.

The fifth son was here to help him. If he couldn’t leave because of this, he would be full of guilt for Bu Feihua.

However, Bu Feifan didn’t have much time to talk to the Five Young Masters. After shouting anxiously, he looked solemn and chanted again: “Push into the sea and never return!”

boom!

Above the sky, that huge river rushed away turbulently, rushing and flowing down, I don’t know where it would converge, and it went forward without any signs of stagnation.

This huge river is like a wide silver horse.

In the rush of waves, it seems to ignore the time and go without returning.

“Okay! Take care!”

Looking up at the vision formed by the gathering of cultural spirits above the sky, the five sons felt a little relieved, with so many extraordinary methods, that it should be possible to escape, and he gritted his teeth secretly and said in a deep voice.

Whoosh!

After the words, the five sons moved, turning into a stream of light, and without much words, they galloped away.

Ananda Venerable’s divine mind projection did not pay attention to the five sons. He still controlled the huge ring knife that traversed between the sky and the earth, cutting through all the light green rays, and coming from a distance facing the extraordinary.

As for the others, they simply don’t have the ability to stop Wu Gongzi.

“The fifth son is gone too!”

“This time, the step is extremely isolated and helpless, how to face it!”

“Can Bu Feihua really escape?”

“Ananda Venerable’s sword is countless times more powerful than the previous two swords. I’m afraid it won’t be easy to escape…”

The crowd watching the battle from a distance saw the Five Young Masters leave, and then watched Bu Feihua alone face many Daluojin Wonderland powerhouses, and a quasi-sage spiritual mind, all of them were not optimistic that Bu Fei could escape.

Such a desperate situation, where can you escape from heaven and earth?

But Bu Feihua didn’t think so much. When the fifth son was gone, he felt relieved, and there was no worries. Otherwise, if the fifth son was left alone, Bu Fei could not do it.

“call……”

He let out a sigh of relief, Bu Fei’s eyes were solemn, and he continued to chant poems, saying, “You don’t see me, Gao Tangming Jing has white hair with sorrow!”

boom!

Above the sky, there was a rebirth vision. One person sat in front of the hall, staring in a daze in front of a mirror. In the mirror, there was a person with white hair with a sad face.

“The morning is like a blue silk, and the evening is snowing!”

Bu Feihua’s voice was endless, faintly resounding between heaven and earth.

boom!

In an instant, everything seemed to go back in time, and it seemed to be a demonstration of everything that happened during that period of time.

Above the sky, the raging sea rushes, arousing endless waves, going forward and never looking back.

A person in front of the hall was in a daze at the mirror, but the person in the mirror had black hair instead of white hair.

Time is faint, as if traveling through the ages, ignoring the space, as if it was just from early morning to late evening, during which no major things happened, the blue silk gradually became white.

“You don’t see, the water of the Yellow River is coming up from the sky, and it will rush to the sea and never return.”

“You don’t see me, Gao Tangming Jing has white hair in sorrow, and the morning is like a blue silk and snow is in the evening.”

This is a half-queen poem.

Bu Feifan didn’t fully recite it, firstly because time didn’t allow it, and secondly, this half-queen poem was already enough for him to escape.

Bu Feifei once wrote this poem, and it is half-queen, knowing that it is a half-queen poem, and it can be a long river of time!

At this moment, the huge sword with golden light had already cut through most of the pale green light.

The light green light around them has disappeared from the suppressed strongmen of the Great Luojin Wonderland, making them free from the suppression of Willow Leaf.

The gigantic ring knife glowing with golden light is still advancing, coming towards the extraordinary.

The projection of Ananda Venerable’s divine consciousness was already imaginary to the extreme. If all the pale green rays were cut through, this divine consciousness would have dissipated.

At the same time, the extraordinary step of the Nine Orifices to the Sacred Heart has reached its last time.

Everything has reached the most critical moment.

With a long whistle, Bufei’s eyes flickered, with chills, looking at many people, as if to keep them firmly in his heart, and said coldly: “This poem: “The wine will be exhausted”!”

Boom!

Above the sky, a vision suddenly took shape. The endless river water poured down from the sky, wrapping the whole person in front of the room without harming them.

The river is surging and surging, and the waves are surging.

The water of the river is like a silver horse, because it envelops the person who “turns like a blue silk into the snow at dusk”, it has a hint of time, and it contains in it, forming a long silver river of time.

The long river of time hangs above the void, like a horse training, traversing above the void, it is really beautiful.