Qingyunxian

Chapter 682: I eat jade with heaven and earth, but heaven does not eat me, a person of different ways

As if sensing the bronze goblet's thoughts, [Kongwenjianshen] on the bronze pillar put his hands together, lowered his brows and looked compassionate, and uttered "Amitabha".

What was strange was that none of the Yun Xiu who were pinned down by the Disaster Path took advantage of the rules of surrender to leave the battlefield.

Or they can't even think of it.

The strangeness of the disaster and Amitabha's cleansing of the heart can still influence people's thoughts.

In a short while, all the Yun Xiu present fell silent.

In this battlefield, the smoke columns went out one after another, including two that were half red, which made the Yun Xiu who had not moved in the nearby battlefields become alert.

Seeing that Tongjue killed so many people in an instant, Bailifu grabbed her sleeves nervously. She was worried that her choice was wrong.

Is it really appropriate to cooperate with an outlier?

It's a pity that Bailifu didn't recognize the situation clearly. The so-called cooperation is mutually beneficial. On the surface, she can't help Tongjue in any way.

Bailifu didn't know that what Tongjue was interested in was actually her physique that attracted evil spirits.

To put it more flexibly, some of those cloud cultivators just now might have been attracted by Bailifu's physique.

Although there may not be any demons among these people, but in the extremely dangerous battlefield of disasters, for Bailifu, any enemy that can endanger her life is almost the same as a demon.

The killing moves were all over, and a pile of corpses lay on the ground.

"Deal with it!" Tongjue turned around, his voice a little cold.

“Ah” “Okay!”

Bailifu is quite good at dealing with corpses. Many of the bodies of relatives of the Baili tribe were collected by Bailifu.

But now everyone on the ground was a stranger, so Bailifu directly used the Wood Dao Cloud Technique to drag them underground.

Looking at the surrounding battlefield, the bronze goblet's completely green wolf smoke was like a candle in the dark night, and it was impossible to ignore it.

The battlefield within a certain range around the Bronze Jue is estimated to no longer support the appearance of new blue smoke signals.

The green smoke columns that can be seen now are very far away from here.

When Chunyu Hou saw the green smoke rising, he suddenly became anxious.

"No, we can't just wait like this!"

As the young master of the Chunyu tribe, Chunyu Hou is also proud, and he doesn't want to be eliminated in the next situation.

The situation on the battlefield is basically clear. When those green smoke signals attack each other, the top ten will be decided in the end.

But what he saw was more than ten pillars of green smoke.

Chunyu Hou finally changed his cautious habit and began to explore the battlefield around him.

Perhaps it was a warning from his magical power, so he did not step into the place where Wanrenchang was at the first time.

After clearing away the surrounding white smoke, Chunyu Hou's smoke finally turned red!

Suddenly, Chunyu Hou's confidence increased, and he continued to look for the black smoke and began his attack.

A relatively close black smoke beam will pass through the Wen Dao battlefield that is coming later.

Although Chunyu Hou had seen the collapse of the sky before, he did not know the specific message it contained.

When Chun Yuhou set out to cross the Wen Dao battlefield and head towards the black smoke, for some reason, his magical powers did not give a warning as before!
As soon as he stepped into the battlefield of literature and art, Chunyu Hou felt his vision change. He found himself wearing a gorgeous robe and hearing compliments from all around him.

"Congratulations, Brother Dao!"

"Congratulations, Brother Dao!"

Chunyu Hou was confused. How could he be congratulated like this?

Also, no one said anything about what you were congratulating.

Fortunately, the compliments only lasted for a moment. A young man with a warm face clasped his fists and said, "Brother Dao's [Ode to a Widow] is the best essay in the Taoist conference. It is considered to be a pair of mournful and graceful pieces together with [Ode to a Widower]. I am so lucky to be able to read it!"

Chunyu Hou knew that he had entered a kind of battlefield disaster, but he didn't know which path it belonged to.

Seeing everyone talking and laughing happily, it doesn't look like there will be any disaster.

"I am ashamed, ashamed, but it is my own fault." When Chunyu Hou heard the word "widow", he thought it was some erotic writing. He knew how to adapt to local customs. He didn't know what kind of disaster it was, so he should take the initiative to integrate into it. But when he was halfway through his words, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

This isn't the Black Domain Pavilion of Flowers. How could a group of young people who look like they have high status be talking about vulgar things in this place?

Chun Yuhou quickly stopped talking and changed his words: "It's just a feeling, it's just a feeling!"

No matter what, it's not wrong to say this.

The young man opposite bowed again, but this time he smiled in a way that made Chunyu Hou feel a little uneasy: "Brother Taoist, you are too kind!" No, why are you smiling so creepily?
I am a Taoist practitioner, and you ask me to talk about poetry and prose. Isn't this putting things in a difficult position for me?

Chunyu Hou was racking his brains to come up with a few words, trying to join in the conversation among the people present.

As a result, the next moment, everyone bowed and said, "Brother Dao, this is righteousness."

"Respectfully send Brother Dao to his death!"

"Respectfully send Brother Dao to his death!"

Chunyu Hou panicked when he heard that he was going to die.

Why did he die?

Weren't we just talking about poetry and prose? How come you fast-forwarded to the part about death?
Chunyu Hou suddenly raised his head and pointed at everyone, as if he wanted to say something, but he heard a few people at the back of the crowd banging on the table and chanting loudly.

"Meeting and parting are so hasty, and the hatred is endless."

“Today’s flowers are more beautiful than last year’s.”

“What a pity that the flowers will be better next year!”

"Who do you know?"

The voices of the crowd drowned out the sound of the wind, but a hint of stubbornness and optimism could be heard.

The chanting sound gradually became quieter, while the shouting sound gradually became louder.

"Respectfully send Brother Dao to his death!"

A book was opened in the sky, and all kinds of literary and Taoist charms enveloped Chunyu Hou's head.

Chunyu Hou's nervous expression gradually calmed down, and a slight smile appeared on his face. Just like those Taoist practitioners who were in high spirits, he looked up at the book in the sky and shouted and sang.

"I eat the jade with heaven and earth, but heaven will not eat me, a person of different ways!"

"Chun Yuhou, go to die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body turned into light, and all his earth-dao skills were absorbed by the book. At the cost of his own life, he turned into a touch of earth-dao rhyme on the book.

But in the next moment, that touch of earthy Taoist rhyme seemed to be changed into that of literary Taoist rhyme by something.

The scroll was closed, revealing only three words on the cover.

[The Legend of Dao Zun]!
As Chun Yuhou devoted himself to the Dao Zun Sect, the battlefield of literature and Taoism returned to peace.

Tongjue saw a new red smoke signal disappearing nearby, but he didn't take it seriously.

Thousands of battlefields were merged together, and not only the red ones, but even the green smoke signals were extinguished a lot.

The ordinary cultivation background of the twelve tribes of the Khan's court has not yet been revealed.

As far as Liu Xun knows, there are many powerful enemies.

It’s just because of the distance that Tongjue and those people cannot encounter each other for the time being.

But I guess after continuous mergers, this time will not be too long.

Tongjue was still curious about the Wendao battlefield, but he remained silent. A battlefield that could cause so many disasters and riots must have something terrifying.

The best option at the moment is to wait for the opponents around to come to you, which can save the time of traveling and enjoy the protection of the execution platform.

But things backfired.

Bailifu suddenly asked in confusion: "Horse, do you think the ground is moving?"

Tongjue didn't pay attention at first, but when he heard Bailifu talking, he immediately lowered his head and looked at the ground.

The ground is really moving!

It can be seen that the ground is moving because the grave where the bodies were buried has changed its position and is now farther away from the torture platform.

Soon, the distance between the two shortened again.

It was as if the ground was vibrating slightly and moving regularly in one direction.

Which direction?

Tongjue was startled and looked up at the smoke signals everywhere.

With one place as the core, all kinds of smoke signals gathered towards the core at the same time.

That core is actually the battlefield of literature and art!
(End of this chapter)