Chapter 566
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As soon as the first nine words came out, all the spirits in the painting cried even louder.
Yan Chuan put down his brush, and golden light suddenly shot out in all directions. It was like an eruption of righteousness, but in reality, it was fate that surrounded it.
In the blink of an eye, Yan Chuan and the painting were enveloped by the surging luck. Yan Chuan could not see what was going on inside. He only knew that Yan Chuan was within the range of the luck. He was constantly writing a beautiful poem, and it was a poem that matched Mr. Wen Ruo's painting.
"He's actually writing a poem on Wen Ruo's painting? What is Prince Yan doing? "Spider King frowned.
"This is the first time I've seen His Majesty's poem!" Yi Feng exclaimed.
"What? First time? Isn't that the poem from the Peak Literary Gathering? "Mo Yu Xi asked curiously.
"That was written by His Majesty, but His Majesty said that he didn't create it!" Yi Feng took a deep breath.
"If it wasn't created by Yan Chuan, then it must have been written by someone else. He just wrote it down from memory? But those hundreds of beautiful poems have never appeared in the world before? Who wrote it? "Mo Yu Xi was puzzled.
"I don't know!" Yi Feng shook his head.
"What's wrong, Mr. Munro?"
"Prince Yan is a great talent! I'm not as good as him! "Mr. Munro laughed bitterly.
"Oh?"
"The heavens are bitter, the earth is bitter, the sun and the moon are bitter, the people are bitter, the races are bitter, the heavens are bitter, humanity is bitter, the world is bitter, and the people are bitter. I thought that painting was perfect because I had successfully created the spirits. However, when Prince Yan wrote the nine 'Bitter' words, I realized that the painting still lacked a true soul. Prince Yan is writing a masterpiece!" Mr. Munro said in surprise.
"A masterpiece?" Spider King said in a low voice.
Mr. Munro didn't want to explain, but there was a bitter look on his face.
Mo Yu Xi frowned and looked at Mr. Munro. "Mr. Munro, why do I feel that you don't want Yan Chuan to win?"
Besides Mo Yu Xi, Yi Feng also looked at Mr. Munro in confusion.
Looking at the fighting ring, Mr. Munro smiled bitterly and said, "Don't worry, Saintess. I did my best just now. Although I don't want Yan Chuan to win, I didn't slack off at all!"
"Oh? Why? "Mo Yu Xi asked curiously.
Mr. Munro shook his head. "Saint, you don't have to ask. Although Prince Yan is powerful, Sima Yuntian is also powerful!"
Mr. Munro refused to say anything, so everyone could only sigh.
Everyone looked towards the arena.
Sima Yuntian didn't care about the fate surrounding Yan Chuan. Instead, he focused on writing his "Pilgrimage of a Thousand Immortals"!
Pilgrimage of a Thousand Immortals!
At this moment, around Sima Yuntian, there seemed to be illusory figures of immortals condensed by Righteous Qi.
Each of the immortals had an ethereal Qi. Suddenly, countless immortal herbs sprouted from the ground. As soon as the immortal herbs appeared, they covered the entire heaven's gift square.
Someone went to touch them and found that the immortal herbs were just illusory figures. However, the illusory figures were already very powerful. In the blink of an eye, the heaven's gift square disappeared and turned into a huge fairyland.
Countless cultivators stood in the fairyland. The clouds were ethereal, and the immortals were flying around. It was like a dream. It was as if everyone had appeared in another world.
Before he finished writing, everyone could feel the soaring literary aura. Everyone looked at Sima Yuntian, their eyes full of anticipation.
The immortals looked around as if they could see countless cultivators. They nodded at the cultivators in the square and smiled kindly.
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