-
Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading
Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in hlnovel.com -> Wuxia -> Confucianism and Taoism in Mythology Chapter 344 Half Que Poetry, A Long River of Time!
Previous page Return to Catalog Next page
- You can search "Mythology: Confucianism, Taoism and Supreme Sage" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!
Boom!
After Bu Feifei said his words, above the sky, the cultural energy was turbulent, converging into a huge river. From above the sky, the turbulent torrent flowed down. Wherever it passed, there was the sound of the rushing sea.
"Bu Feifan is composing poetry again!"
"The vision of heaven and earth, the poem of the first grade, but I don't know, what kind of poem is it this time?"
"I'm afraid at least it is a poem of immortality. Such visions are really terrifying."
"With Bu's extraordinary talents, if the poems he composes are lower than immortal grades, I'm afraid it's impossible!"
All the people watching the battle from a distance shrank their pupils and talked a lot when they saw the vision in the sky.
After watching the battle, they already had some familiarity with Bu Feifei's excellent poems, and they were just guessing how many poems they would be.
"Venerable Ananda, please kill this son quickly!"
"This son's poetry is probably a holy thing!"
"Be careful that this son escapes, otherwise it will be a serious disaster!"
At the same time, seeing this scene, the many Da Luo Jin fairyland powerhouses who were suppressed by the willow leaves, their hearts jumped suddenly, and they immediately yelled.
Of course, they also discovered that Venerable Ananda was fighting against the pale green light, and knew that all the turning points were on Venerable Ananda, but his extraordinary talent and poems made them feel embarrassed At this time, Bu Feifei recited poems, which shocked them, especially Ananda
His Holiness interrupted it.
Venerable Ananda also frowned, and the exclamation of the people below made him have to be careful, and shouted in a deep voice: "Cut!"
The sound was like rolling thunder, resounding through the void and lingering for a long time.
On the precept knife condensed by Venerable Ananda, the golden light shines brightly, carrying boundless Dharma, and slowly falls.
Boom boom boom!
Jie Dao rises against the wind, and in an instant, it spans between the sky and the earth. Wherever it passes, the light green light released from the willow leaves, as soon as it comes into contact with it, it is split into two like a piece of paper.
And the huge spiritual projection of Venerable Ananda in the void gradually dimmed as the golden-colored Jie Dao slashed away.
This knife condenses all the power of Buddhism on the projection of Venerable Ananda's spiritual thoughts.
When the knife is completely cut out, the ray of divine thought of Venerable Ananda will be completely annihilated.
He actually did not hesitate to sacrifice his ray of divine sense, but also to break through Bu Feifan's willow leaves, and kill Bu Feifan here!
Bu Feifan, the public enemy of Buddhism, Venerable Ananda should do this!
"Fifth son, leave quickly. This time, thank you for your help. I have my own way to leave!"
Looking up at the sky, he saw the pale green light above the willow leaves being cut continuously by the giant knife with golden light, Bu Feifan looked dignified, and let the fifth son leave again, with an anxious expression.
Among the poems written by Bu Feifei in the past, there is a poem that can directly form the long river of time.
As long as it is cast, Bu Feifei can enter the long river of time and escape from this area.
And the fifth son came here to help him, if he couldn't leave because of this, Bu Feifan would be full of guilt.
However, Bu Feifan didn't have much time to talk to the fifth young master. After shouting anxiously, he looked solemn and chanted again: "Run to the sea and never return!"
Boom!
Above the sky, that huge river surges away, rushes down, and flows down. I don't know where it will converge, and it goes forward without any stagnation.
This huge river is like a wide silver horse.
Between the rushing waves, it seems to ignore the time and go without returning.
"Okay! Take care!"
Looking up at the vision formed by the gathering of literary energy above the sky, the fifth son felt a little relieved, Bu Feifan had so many means, it should be possible to escape, he gritted his teeth secretly, and said in a deep voice.
Whoosh!
After finishing speaking, the figure of the fifth young master moved and turned into a flash of light, and he flew away without saying much.
Venerable Ananda's spiritual projection did not pay attention to the fifth son, he still controlled the huge Jie Dao that spanned between the heaven and the earth, cut through all the light green rays of light, and came towards Bu Feifan from afar.
As for the others, they have absolutely no ability to stop the Fifth Young Master.
"The fifth son is gone too!"
"This time, Bu Feifan is alone and helpless, how to deal with it! ???
"Can Bu Feifei really escape?"
"The sword of Venerable Ananda is countless times stronger than the previous two swords. I am afraid it will be difficult to escape"
The people watching the battle from a distance, seeing the five young masters leaving, and seeing Bu Feifei alone facing many Da Luojin Fairyland powerhouses and a quasi-sacred divine sense, were a little pessimistic about Bu Feifan's ability to escape.
In such a desperate situation, where can I escape?
But Bu Feifan didn't think too much. Seeing the fifth son leave, he felt at ease, so he didn't have any worries. Otherwise, if he left the fifth son alone, Bu Feifan would not be able to do it.
"Hoo"
Gently let out a sigh of relief, Bu Feifan's eyes were serious, and he continued to chant poems, saying: "Don't you see, Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair!"
Boom!
Above the sky, there is a vision of rebirth. One person sits in front of the hall, staring in a daze at a mirror. Inside the mirror is a white-haired man with a sad face.
"The morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow!"
Bu Feifan's voice was endless, faintly resounding between heaven and earth.
Boom!
In an instant, everything seemed to go back in time, and it seemed to be demonstrating everything that happened during that time.
Above the sky, the raging sea is rushing, stirring up endless waves, going forward indomitably, and never looking back.
A person in front of the hall was staring at the mirror in a daze, but the person in the mirror had black hair, not white hair.
The time is eerie, as if traveling through the ages, ignoring the space, as if it was just from early morning to late evening, during which nothing important happened, and the black hair gradually turned white.
"You don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns."
"Don't you see, Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair is like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening."
This is a half-que poem.
Bu Feifan didn't finish reciting it completely, firstly because time didn't allow it, and secondly, this half of the poem was already enough for him to escape.
Bu Feifan once wrote this poem, and it was half-queen, knowing that even if it is a half-queen poem, it can still be condensed into the long river of time!
At this time, the huge Jie Dao glowing with golden light had cut through most of the pale green light.
For those suppressed powerhouses in Da Luojin Wonderland, the light green light around them has disappeared, making them escape from the suppression of Liu Ye.
The huge Jie Dao glowing with golden light still marched forward bravely, coming towards Bu Feifan.
The projection of Venerable Ananda's spiritual thoughts is already extremely illusory. If all the light green rays of light are cut through, the spiritual thoughts will probably dissipate.
At the same time, the extraordinary Nine Apertures to the Sacred Heart has also reached the end of its duration.
Everything has reached the most critical moment.
Bu Feifan let out a long roar, his eyes flickered with a chill, he looked at the crowd of people, as if he wanted to keep them firmly in his heart, and said coldly: "This poem: "The Wine Will Be Exhausted"!"
Boom!
Above the sky, a vision suddenly took shape, and the endless river poured down from the sky, enveloping the person in front of the mirror and hall, but did not hurt them.
The river is surging and surging, and the waves are surging.
The river water is like a silver horse, because it wraps the person who is "like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening", which has a hint of time in it, forming a long silver river of time.
The long river of time hangs above the void, like a horse training, stretching across the void, it is really beautiful. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
- Previous pageCatalogNext page