Chapter 567
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"He smiled at me! That Immortal smiled at me!"
"Creation Spirit? The fake characters in the words also have spirituality? "
"Too formidable! This beautiful and profound writing has already exceeded the scope of my knowledge!"
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Countless voices of worship came from all around.
Julu Academy. A group of Confucians and Virtuous Paragons could only look at each other and smile bitterly. This style of writing was too strong.
After the ten thousand immortals greeted the surrounding cultivators, they all faced the Hundred Saints Righteousness Altar.
Because of the illusion, everyone felt like they were in an immortal realm. Everything seemed to have disappeared. From afar, they could see the hundred Saint statues surrounding Goddess Zhi Chen.
The Saint statues were constantly emitting righteous energy. At this moment, Sima Yuntian's writing was coming to an end. The ten thousand immortals faced the hundred saints.
"Whoosh!"
Sima Yuntian was filled with excitement and insolence. He raised his brush and made the final stroke. With a stroke of the brush, even the brush was thrown out.
"Bow!" Sima Yuntian shouted.
"Bow to the saints!"
The ten thousand immortals bowed respectfully to the hundred saints at the same time.
"Rumble!"
This bow seemed to cause the surrounding cultivators to bow with sincerity.
Bow to the saints!
Thousand Immortals Pilgrimage Bestowment! Once the essay was written, the ten thousand immortals bowed together.
"Rumble!"
The Hundred Saints Righteousness Altar and the hundred saint statues trembled at the same time.
"They moved? The hundred saint statues actually moved? Literature moved the hundred saints? Sima Yuntian's essay alarmed the hundred saints! "Someone suddenly exclaimed.
"Rumble!"
The hundred saints trembled and suddenly burst out with endless white light.
Boundless righteous energy suddenly gushed out and soared into the sky.
The Heaven's Gift Square was shining brightly because of the Thousand Immortals Pilgrimage Bestowment. However, it was the middle of the night and the sky was still dark.
The righteous energy rushed to the sky and rushed to the nine heavens.
In an instant, the white light was extremely dazzling. The hundred saint statues suddenly exploded with righteous energy and became a hundred times or even ten thousand times bigger than before.
In the blink of an eye, the entire Julu City was as bright as day.
Countless cultivators in Julu City were startled and went out one by one. Not only was Julu City bright, even the sky and earth were bright. It was as if the sky had turned bright in an instant.
Countless cultivators rushed towards the Heaven's Gift Plaza in surprise.
Literature moves a hundred sages! Vast Heaven and Earth! Thousand Immortals Pilgrimage!
"Hua ~!"
On the Heaven's Gift Square, countless cultivators were shocked.
This included all the Grand Confucians and Virtuous Paragons of the Julu Academy.
The Virtuous Paragons who were originally angry at Sima Yuntian were all amazed at this moment.
"Sima Yuntian, your essays are unrivalled!" Yue Yi exclaimed.
"Rumble!"
The statue of the Hundred Saints trembled as if it was inexplicably excited by the passage.
Meng Ziqiu revealed a trace of a bitter smile and said, "Sima Yuntian? In his generation, the Sima Clan has reached the peak. With such a character, who in the world can suppress him? "
"Long live Teacher!"
"Long live Teacher!"
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The 72 Confucian scholars shouted excitedly.
Sima Yuntian let out a long breath and revealed a trace of satisfaction. At the same time, he looked in the direction of Yan Chuan with a trace of excitement of victory.
The hundred saints moved together. I made the 'dead' statue go crazy for my words. What can you, Yan Chuan, do?
"The world mourns!" Yan Chuan suddenly sighed in the surging providence.
"Bang!"
The providence suddenly dissipated.
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