Chapter 569
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Goddess Zhi Chen, the two tears of the stone statue!
"Ding dong!" "Ding dong!"
The two tears of the stone statue fell to the ground. It was as if the sound of the two tears was the only thing that could be heard in the entire plaza.
The hundred sages were silent in shame, while the tens of thousands of cultivators were shocked.
Meng Ziqiu and the other scholars all bowed respectfully to Goddess Zhi Chen.
Mo Yu Xi, Wen Ruo, Spider King, Yi Feng, and the others all looked at the scene with their mouths wide open.
The stone statue shed tears? The stone statue could actually shed tears? Could even the stone statues feel that great sorrow?
On the stage.
Sima Yuntian also looked at the two tears falling to the ground. Seeing Goddess Zhi Chen's tears, Sima Yuntian revealed a bitter smile.
Just two drops of tears had already told him everything. Turning his head, he stared at the painting in front of him.
With the nine words "Suffering", the painting was already perfect.
The people were in a terrible situation. What a terrible scene.
"Hu!"
In the sky, the tribulation cloud formed by Sima Yuntian's painting was suddenly suppressed by a powerful aura and retracted back into the painting.
Painting? The situation suddenly changed!
The painting battle that was originally a draw had a winner. Sima Yuntian's painting had strangely lost!
As for the 'book', there was no need to talk about it. Although Sima Yuntian's' book 'wasn't inferior to Yan Chuan's, the scene in front of them, the two tears of Goddess Zhi Chen and the shame of the hundred sages had already told them everything.
"Goddess Zhi Chen, the creator of all living things, the mother of all living things, was affected by Yan Chuan's' Nine Suffering '?"
"Even the stone statue can shed tears, this painting is too sad!"
"The hundred sages are ashamed, the goddess shed tears!"
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The eyes of the cultivators gradually became clear. Yan Chuan and Sima Yuntian's paintings had surpassed the limit of everyone's recognition. However, it was easy to deal with because everyone could see who was better at this moment.
Yan Chuan!
Yan Chuan's' Nine Suffering Sorrow '! This was a huge reversal! Not only was his essay better than Sima Yuntian's, but he also brought Mr. Munro's painting to a higher level.
Victory! Yan Chuan won!
Yan Chuan, two wins, one loss, and one draw!
Sima Yuntian, two defeats, one win, one draw!
Standing on the stage, Yan Chuan looked at Goddess Zhi Chen in a daze.
"I don't know what the Great Ancient Calamity is, but I can feel the calamity of the Great Ancient Calamity. Goddess, I don't know how you turned the tide back then, but I'm a part of this world. If I'm strong, I won't let history repeat itself. If I'm strong, I'll protect our world!" "That's right, I'm the Great Ancient Calamity," Ye Futian said.
Yan Chuan sighed as he looked at the statue of the goddess.
Boom!
The sky suddenly exploded and the God Sealing Tome shook violently. The golden light that enveloped Sima Yuntian was instantly absorbed into the God Sealing Tome and gathered towards Yan Chuan.
Hum!
There was no need for others to judge. The God Sealing Tome had already decided the final winner!
Yan Chuan's' Nine Suffering Sorrow 'could feel the world. Victory was well deserved!
Sima Yuntian looked at the golden light that surrounded him disappearing. He reached out to grab it, but the golden light did not return. Sima Yuntian showed a hint of bitterness.
Then, Sima Yuntian looked at Yan Chuan again.
There was no jealousy, only a desire to fight. A desire to fight that refused to admit defeat!
In the World of Light.
Meng Lingtian and his five disciples quietly watched the Heavenly Bestowment Convention on the screen.
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