When Zhang Dongyun went out with Shen Herong and the others, Shen Herong and Ao Kong could talk to him directly.
After they separated, Shen Herong adjusted her Azure Heavenly Eye and used it to talk to Zhang Dongyun, who she thought was still in Chang 'an City's Daming Palace.
Zhang Dongyun finally knew what Shen Herong was talking about through the ritual that he left behind and had yet to dissipate. He then used the excuse that he was in seclusion just now.
Through the Azure Heavenly Eye, he was basically seeing Shen Herong.
The person in front of Shen Herong was Nine Peaks Academy's Liao Ping.
After fighting with Shen Herong for a long time, Liao Ping's expression became more and more uncertain.
This was because of the cultivation strength of the girl in front of him.
The other party was a Realm Nine Great Confucian.
But Liao Ping's cultivation strength was higher.
He could leave his literary talent behind and leave his name in history.
This was the first realm of Confucianism's literature, writing.
It was also known as the tenth realm of Confucianism's cultivation.
At this realm, compared to the previous Realm Nine, it was no different from being reborn.
Confucianism's literature Grandmasters didn't have the same suppressive power as Martial Emperors and Buddhist Dharmakayas when dealing with Realm Nine cultivators.
But when dealing with Confucianism's own Realm Nine cultivators, they had an absolute advantage.
It should have been like this …
But Liao Ping now realized that he couldn't take down this seemingly young girl in front of him.
Her literary talent was so high that she could almost reverse the literature Grandmasters' suppression of Realm Nine cultivators.
Although he didn't want to admit it, Liao Ping realized that if they were of the same realm, he would be the one being suppressed.
He even rejoiced that there was a huge gap between Realm Nine cultivators and literature Grandmasters.
If he was Realm Nine, he might not even be able to defeat her Realm Eight!
This discovery shocked Liao Ping even more.
And in the process of fighting with the girl in front of him, he gradually felt a sense of familiarity.
Although the poem that the other party used was common, Liao Ping could still vaguely see some truth in it.
"You are definitely not at your current age!"
Liao Ping stared at Shen Herong with a serious expression. "Which grandmaster are you? Have you reincarnated?"
Shen Herong looked at him calmly and said, "That's not important."
As she spoke, she gathered her literary talent and displayed her family and the world.
When Liao Ping saw this, his expression became even gloomier.
His literary talent gathered and turned into a book.
Although the book was still a little thin, it already showed his cultivation as a scholar.
In that book, every page was the embodiment of a country!
In the book above Liao Ping's head, there were hundreds of independent worlds that were like home countries.
Every one of them was different. They contained the profundities of literary talent, and they were all independent worlds with their own merits.
Using Liao Ping's poems and writings to form these worlds, he then compiled his literary talent into a treasure scroll.
When used against an enemy, dozens or hundreds of countries would be stacked together, turning the illusory into reality, stabilizing the world.
If a level-nine cultivator was sucked in, it would be almost impossible for them to escape.
And he could crush level-nine scholars who were also Confucian cultivators.
This was because if the other party revealed their country and world, he could directly use his literary talent to crush the other party's country into a piece of paper and store it in his book.
This did not mean that he had seized the other party's country and world, but more like sealing it for a short period of time.
A level-nine Confucian cultivator who lost their country and world would completely lose the means to fight against a scholar and could only be at the mercy of others.
But now, Liao Ping realized that he could not suppress Shen Herong's country and world.
The independent world created by the other party's literary talent was actually as stable as the country and world created by his literary talent.
Liao Ping was sucked in, and the world before him instantly changed.
One word after another appeared in the surroundings, all of different sizes.
Some were as big as mountains, while others were as small as millets.
These words filled the world and could be seen everywhere. They all pressed towards Liao Ping.
Liao Ping sorted out his emotions and snorted coldly.
His literary talent turned into a scroll. The book flipped open, and there seemed to be a powerful suction force that sucked in all the ink words, regardless of size.
Just as he collected these ink words, Liao Ping's expression suddenly changed slightly.
He felt that these words seemed to contain endless mysteries.
If he could comprehend them thoroughly, his cultivation would definitely improve greatly.
Who was this person?
Liao Ping's doubts grew, but he could only suppress these thoughts and focus on defeating his opponent first.
But at this moment, the pages of Liao Ping's literary talent began to scatter.
It was as if thick ink had been spilled on them, spreading rapidly.
It was as if Liao Ping's literary talent was soaked in ink.
Liao Ping immediately felt that his literary talent was dissipating, as if he had been blinded by something foolish.
He could not help but be shocked, and he hurriedly activated his literary talent.
The scroll suddenly flashed with radiance.
The radiance dispelled the ink, and the pages of the scroll returned to normal. His literary talent flowed out.
But more and more ink words surrounded him from all directions.
Then, they landed on Liao Ping's literary talent and dyed it black.
Liao Ping was furious. As he dispelled the ink, he raised his brush and wrote in the air.
His poem and words also spread in all directions. It was as if the world had turned into paper, and every word of his poem was deeply engraved in time and space.
Under the influence of his poem, Shen Herong's family and country also began to shake, no longer as stable as before.
What Liao Ping had written was actually a suicide poem.
He did not want his own life to end, but the "life" of Shen Herong's family and country.
Shen Herong and Liao Ping did not give way to each other. You write yours, I write mine.
Both sides maintained themselves while attacking each other. For a moment, they were in a stalemate.
Liao Ping could not relax at all.
It seemed to be a draw, but the problem was that his opponent was at the ninth realm, and he was at the tenth realm!
A draw was actually equivalent to his loss.
Especially as the stalemate increased, Liao Ping gradually realized that his literary talent seemed to be drying up.
He was not worried about this.
But the ninth realm opponent did not show any signs of exhaustion. This made him even more embarrassed.
Liao Ping forced himself to calm down and continued the stalemate with Shen Herong.
His literary talent was gradually drying up.
But in the next moment, it was replenished.
It was as if the depletion of his literary talent was just an illusion.
This was where Liao Ping's confidence came from.
The students of the Nine Peaks Academy were never afraid of competing with others in terms of endurance.
The classic theory of the academy, "Spring of Literary Talent", could instantly restore their depleted literary talent.
Seeing this, Shen Herong whispered to himself, "Spring of Literary Talent … Ha, Spring of Literary Talent."
While maintaining her family and country, she turned to look in the other direction.
Far away, two figures, one big and one small, were fighting fiercely.
In Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun's sitting body leaned forward slightly.
That was also the battlefield he was most concerned about.
Ao Kong, fight against Ying Xiao I!
As soon as the two sides met, Ao Kong threw the other two opponents to Chu Yaoguang and Shen Herong without any hesitation. Then, he went straight for the young Taoist priest, Ancient Wood!
He did not know his opponent's Taoist name before.
But he remembered Ying Xiao I's expression when my reincarnation plotted against him!
He remembered Ying Xiao's indifferent expression after he plotted against him.
He remembered what Ying Xiao said before he attacked.
"Great Banyan Mountain? Go there yourself. "
So, he wanted to tear him into pieces with his own hands!
Ying Xiao I's emotions did not fluctuate at all.
He just raised his hand and made a spell. Then, a Taiji diagram of yin and yang flew out from the purple clouds and blocked the furious Huan Tianlong.
A purple cloud and a white cloud circled and fought between heaven and earth.
The Taoist priest raised his hand and pointed.
As a result, a black and white light sword immediately shot towards Huan Tianlong, taking up half of each side.
Huan Tianlong was hit by the Taoist priest's Yin Yang Devil Slaying Sword, but the next moment, he turned into an illusion.
In the other direction, the real Huan Tianlong appeared.
He suddenly opened his mouth.
Then, the space around the young Taoist priest suddenly became flat and distorted.
The Taoist priest raised his hand and used the Taiji diagram to flatten the space, returning it to normal.
Huan Tianlong's figure flashed, as if he ignored space and directly rushed in front of him. The Taoist priest seemed to have been prepared and raised both his hands.
The Taiji diagram of yin and yang was actually divided into two halves, black and white, and then combined in the middle.
It was the secret technique of Tai Qing Palace that had tortured Ao Kong for ten years, the Qiankun Lock!
Seeing that Huan Tianlong was about to be locked, he let out a mighty roar.
The dragon's roar gradually turned into an ape's cry.
What did not change was the roar that soared into the sky.
The white dragon turned into a black ape and spread its arms to both sides, blocking the Qiankun Lock.
Two huge black furred demon claws clenched, and the black and white Qiankun Lock instantly disappeared.
The young Taoist priest was still calm and unhurried. Instead, it was as if every reaction of the other party was within his expectations.
Facing the gigantic ape that was as big as a mountain, he, who was disproportionately small, did not retreat. Instead, he advanced.
The Taoist priest stepped on the purple cloud and directly crashed into the Mountain Moving Demonic Ape's chest.
It seemed like an egg hitting a rock, but he punched out.
Magic power turned into streaks of purple qi and condensed into a mountain-sized fist, which seemed even bigger than the demonic ape's claws.
Then, he punched the vital points of the other party's chest!
Tai Qing Palace's secret technique, Heavenly Divination, predicted the enemy's advance.
Then, it was Daoism's top external combat technique, the Mixed Elements One Punch that was comparable to a Martial Emperor's attack!
Under this punch, even the Mountain Moving Demonic Ape did not dare to take it head-on with its chest.
The gigantic demonic ape did not appear clumsy. With a nimble leap, it went straight into the nine heavens.
Although the young Taoist priest's punch missed, he did not pursue and instead turned to leave.
The gigantic demonic ape in the sky let out a furious roar, its sharp teeth emitting the smell of blood.
In his fury, his figure began to change.
However, this time, he did not turn back into Huan Tianlong.
His four limbs and body still looked like the Mountain Moving Demonic Ape.
However, a dragon-like and horse-like mane began to grow from his back.
A white-scaled dragon tail grew from his buttocks.
The mouth of the gigantic ape protruded and elongated, and dragon horns grew from the top of his head.
The dragon-like and ape-like monster's figure flashed, and as if it ignored space, it suddenly pounced from the sky to the young Taoist priest's side.
Ao Kong's Demonic Dao's third transformation.
Ape dragon.
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