Jiao Junchen can't read minds, it's impossible for him to see through what Zhu Yi is thinking. But he uses the art of calculation to perform thousands of calculations in the blink of an eye, deducing all kinds of actions and responses that Zhu Yi might choose.
Every type of thinking is ranked according to its probability from highest to lowest, from there determining the path that Zhu Yi is most likely to choose to walk.
Then Jiao Junchen resolutely targets it, under his targeted attacks, it seems like he can see through the thoughts in Zhu Yi's heart.
Other than the attacks of the two arts of "Shoot" and "Defend", Jiao Junchen also uses his finger as a pen, randomly scribbling in the air, writing down word after word.
The words condensed in the air and did not disperse, condensing all kinds of principles and mana, attacking towards Zhu Yi.
Either the word "trap", trapping Zhu Yi's movements, or the word "stagnate", making the flow of Zhu Yi's mana become difficult and sluggish. There are all kinds of mana words, each with their own uses.
This is the "book" technique he comprehended from the six arts of Confucianism. Each word is a spell, Jiao Junchen's attitude is leisurely, casually waving his hands, spells after spells appear one after another.
Zhu Yi's heart moved slightly: "The head manager of the House of the Marquis of Xuanji also entered the path through words and calligraphy, the spell technique he cultivated is called the Celestial Talisman, it's quite similar to this Jiao Junchen's" book "technique."
"Zhang Hai is a Yuanying stage cultivator. Purely in terms of the power of words and spells, he is above Jiao Junchen, but in terms of the exquisiteness of the spells, Jiao Junchen even surpasses him. This person's attainments in calligraphy are higher than Zhang Hai's."
Right now Zhu Yi's mind is moving, strange and wonderful thoughts come one after another, he even has the mind to think about some things that are completely unrelated to the battle in front of him.
But these messy thoughts do not cause his thoughts to become chaotic, instead it causes ideas to continuously flash through his mind.
Even though he is being suppressed by Jiao Junchen, facing Jiao Junchen's endless spell attacks, Zhu Yi is like a small boat continuously bobbing up and down in the raging waves, as if the next wave will capsize him.
However, Zhu Yi's expression did not show the slightest hint of panic. Instead, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with joy.
At this moment, he was like a piece of beautiful jade wrapped in a thin layer of stone, and Jiao Junchen was like a craftsman, peeling off the outer layer of stone bit by bit, revealing his true brilliance in front of the world.
Others couldn't see it, but when Zhu Yi looked inside his own Divine Soul, he could clearly see that there seemed to be a flame burning in his Divine Soul.
It was not a flame made of magic power or spiritual energy, but a mysterious fire of wisdom that was invisible to the naked eye and undetectable to the soul. Only Zhu Yi himself could see it.
These flames of wisdom began to burn, continuously cleansing Zhu Yi's own soul. They were also smelting, breaking down, and refining all of the knowledge Zhu Yi had learned since birth, carefully analyzing and continuously comprehending.
Dao, Divine Abilities, poems and scriptures, as well as what he had seen and heard in his daily life, various comprehensions of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and sometimes some strange and wonderful ideas that suddenly popped up in his mind, at this moment, under the burning of the flames of wisdom, they were constantly broken down and comprehended, and then combined together in various ways.
Among everyone present, besides Lin Feng who had long since expected this, the one who had the most accurate grasp of Zhu Yi's current state was Jiao Junchen who was fighting with him in an earth-shattering battle in front of him.
Jiao Junchen was unable to completely see through Zhu Yi's current changes, but he himself had the same experience. In the past, when he cultivated with the Dao of the ancient Confucian Sect, the state when he comprehended the Dao was extremely similar to the state Zhu Yi was in front of him. After the accumulation of the Dao to the extreme, a major transformation occurred.
This allowed Jiao Junchen to vaguely realize that Zhu Yi's current state had already reached a critical juncture.
"The carp leaping through the dragon gate, everyone is envious, but how many people have noticed that the vast majority of carps can't leap over that threshold?" Jiao Junchen smiled slightly, "Since you want to borrow my strength, then I might as well help you. But I don't know, are you a carp or a dragon?"
Jiao Junchen put his palms together, and his momentum was completely different. White clouds kept surging, and a faint shadow was formed in front of Jiao Junchen.
This shadow was wearing a high crown and ancient clothes, with a square face and a rather ancient style. It was at least 100 feet tall, and a powerful force came out from it.
This was etiquette and also reason. It integrated the spirit and beliefs of thousands of scholars in the world, and countless willpower blended, like a totem.
The first of the Six Arts of Confucianism, etiquette!
Jiao Junchen said solemnly, "Guest!" With his voice, the 100 feet tall shadow solemnly bowed to Zhu Yi, and the rolling momentum pressed down, majestic but not strict, making people admire it.
Guest etiquette, one of the five etiquettes, was used during the court meeting. It was the etiquette ceremony for the emperor to entertain the feudal lords and the envoys sent by the feudal lords to greet the King of Zhou.
Jiao Junchen's bow was not only to welcome Zhu Yi who was invited to the spell meeting as the representative of the Qin Dynasty, but also to establish the relationship between the host and the guest. He firmly controlled the initiative, further controlled the situation, and set the victory, so that Zhu Yi would be convinced without a fight.
Zhu Yi said gladly, "Thank you for your hospitality, fellow cultivator Jiao."
In the face of Jiao Junchen's most powerful etiquette spell of the six arts, Zhu Yi was not afraid at all. Not only was he not suppressed, but his spirit was further transformed. He was baptized by the ancient etiquette, and felt the ancient atmosphere, so that he had a more accurate grasp of the various principles he comprehended.
In Zhu Yi's eyes, there seemed to be light extinguished, and the next moment, it became even more dazzling.
His left eye suddenly turned pitch-black, and the white of the pupil disappeared, like the most quiet dark abyss.
His right eye, on the other hand, emitted a strong light. It was dazzling, without any warmth, but the purest, most primitive, and brightest light.
In the next moment, in the extreme darkness of Zhu Yi's left eye, a bright light suddenly shone, turning into the most extreme light, penetrating the heavens and the earth, and illuminating the ages.
The light in his right eye suddenly retracted, turning into boundless darkness, like the arrival of the eternal night, swallowing everything in the world.
The extreme darkness gave birth to light, and the extreme light gave birth to darkness. Zhu Yi displayed the two powers of light and darkness at the same time, and then reversed the light and darkness, producing a strong power that was close to twisting and tearing.
This twisting and tearing power did not feel violent at all, but made people feel a wonderful meaning of noble temperament.
Zhu Yi freely controlled this power, turning it into mottled words in the space. The light and darkness were mixed, and it seemed messy, but the light and darkness did not interfere with each other. The brightest light and the most quiet darkness were clearly separated, but they blended into one.
These words kept on rearranging themselves in the air, as if forming an incomparably complex giant matrix, but also like a brilliant essay on morality.
Just as it was formed, it shook Jiao Junchen's thirty meter tall figure, causing it to tremble non-stop, showing signs of collapsing.
In the process of Zhu Yi's essay forming, there were faint sounds of beautiful music, birds singing, and spring water flowing.
Jiao Junchen's face showed surprise for the first time, "This essay of yours is enough to make the ancient sages exclaim in admiration. It is the most perfect combination of the aura of literature and the power of Dao."
"Good, good, good!" Jiao Junchen nodded and praised, "In the Great Zhou Dynasty's imperial examination next year, if you can't pass, I really can't think of anyone who can surpass everyone else and win."
The other spectators could only feel that Zhu Yi was about to use an extraordinarily powerful technique, but only Jiao Junchen could truly understand the concept and theory behind this technique.
Jiao Junchen's praise didn't make Zhu Yi happy, instead, he was full of regret, "Unfortunately, I still haven't accumulated enough."
In front of Jiao Junchen, Zhu Yi didn't hide anything, "I can't finish this essay right now, I can only make a beginning."
"That's really a pity." Jiao Junchen also sighed, "But, even so, your essay is already extraordinary enough."
As he said this, Jiao Junchen's hand seals changed, "Etiquette is not enough to deal with your essay."
Under the activation of his mana, the thirty meter tall figure suddenly straightened its back, its body expanded again, growing taller and taller, until it was a hundred meters tall, wearing a high hat and ancient clothes, standing tall.
"Auspicious!" Jiao Junchen shouted, the hundred meter tall figure solemnly bowed, its aura shocking.
There were six arts in Confucianism, with etiquette ranked first. There were five rites, with auspicious being the highest.
Auspicious was the top of the five rites, it was a sacrificial ceremony for gods, earthly spirits, and ghosts.
"Sacrifice to ghosts, sacrifice to the previous king, ancestors; sacrifice to the previous king, ancestors; sacrifice to the Spring Temple, Autumn Tasting, and Enjoyment to the previous king, ancestors."
Jiao Junchen's expression was solemn, the hundred meter tall figure in front of him worshipped again, its aura rising again.
"Sacrifice to the earthly spirits, sacrifice to the state, sacrifice to the five mountains, sacrifice to the forest, sacrifice to the hundreds of things in the four directions, sacrifice to the small gods."
Jiao Junchen put his hands together, worshipping for the third time with the hundred meter tall figure, the wind and clouds in the entire space of the Hidden Dragon Pot surged, the will of heaven and earth seemed to be added to his body, causing him to exude a spirit of being one with heaven and man, controlling the heavens.
"Sacrifice to the gods, the ruler of the Heavenly Dao, sacrifice to the sun, moon, and stars, sacrifice to Si Zhong, Si Ming, and Yu Shi."
Under the auspicious ceremony, the infinite Dao suppressed, actually suppressing Zhu Yi's astonishing essay to the point that it couldn't be completed, light and dark characters kept flying, but it couldn't continue writing.
Under such circumstances, Jiao Junchen's personal state, be it his mana, supernatural power, or spirit, reached an unprecedented height.
His expression was solemn, stepping on the cloud chariot, there was the faint sound of phoenixes, heading straight towards Zhu Yi.
In the process of the cloud chariot form, Jiao Junchen sang, his feet stepped on the mysterious steps, actually dancing on the cloud chariot.
When Zhu Yi saw his dance steps, his body shook slightly, "This is the dance of the 'Cloud Gate'? The oldest of the six music, the Cloud Gate Great Scroll, is rumored to have been lost long ago, only the name remains, I didn't expect to see it again today. "
Jiao Junchen rode the cloud chariot, playing the music of the Cloud Gate, waving his right hand, word after word appeared in the air, they were the six words of Li, Music, Archery, Imperial, Book, and Number.
He also used the art of calculation, continuously calculating Zhu Yi's countermeasures.
Beam after beam of light arrows shot out, all of them aimed at Zhu Yi.
The spells looked messy, there was a possibility that the power was divided, but all of this, under the support of the auspicious ceremony's power concept, reached a perfect unity, the six arts merged into one, covering the sky and earth as they attacked Zhu Yi.
It was like the heaven and earth flipped, the entire world turned into a surging flood, filled with an unstoppable feeling.
Zhu Yi looked around, he actually had the feeling that he was alone, surrounded by enemies.
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