Xuanhuan: Unparalleled Prince, Conquer the Heavens!

boom!
The sky and the earth are shattered.

A black hole appeared in the center of the four rapidly rotating Wen Dao treasures, and an ancient, supreme, and detached Wen Qi gushed out and turned into a giant dragon.

This giant dragon is completely formed by the power of the Tao, winding endlessly, like an ancient sacred mountain, suppressing the heavens and the world, making countless laws and Taos prostrate and tremble.

It is entrenched in the starry sky, overlooking the literary world.

In a pair of golden dragon eyes, the left eye is the endless mountain of books to climb, and the right eye is the endless sea of ​​learning.

On countless golden dragon scales, there are immortal poems, ancient pen and ink, eternal paintings, and enlightened Chinese characters
"Context!"

This idea came to the minds of countless Wenxiu, and he quickly knelt on the ground and saluted respectfully.

Even the warriors onlookers bowed their hands.

This is the respect for 'Tao'.

Only seven people remained unmoved, namely the master of literature and Taoism, the five people of Guiguzi, and the boy in rough clothes.

"What are you going to do?"

The master of the article looked at Zhu Tianwen, his expression changed drastically, and he was extremely shocked.

He didn't expect it.

Guiguzi and the others actually summoned the various celestial contexts.

What are the celestial veins?

It is Wen Dao, one of the Three Thousand Avenues.

As the master of literature and Taoism, he is in charge of the celestial veins in name, but he can't really summon the veins, he can only borrow part of his power, pretending to be a tiger.

Over the countless years, the number of appearances of various celestial veins can be counted on the fingers, and the most recent one was born in the era of the split sky.

"Of course, please let the context judge justice!"

Guiguzi said in a cold voice, and with a wave of his right hand, he shot out a burst of literary energy, conveying his appeal to the various heavenly veins.

Immediately, the cultural contexts of the heavens reacted, and their eyes moved, first looking at Guiguzi's article, and then at the author's article, and two lights of Wenhua fell.

These two beams of light have two functions.

First, trace the source of the work to eliminate the possibility of plagiarism and plagiarism.

Second, test the talent of the work, and judge the final winner based on the amount of talent.

"It's over!"

This scene caused the master of the text to shrink his pupils, his face was pale, and his blood was gone. As the master of Wen Dao, he naturally knew the role of Wen Guang.

His works cannot stand the test.

Once the truth is revealed, his reputation will be discredited and he will be punished by the heavenly cultures.

The cultural context of the heavens is the heaven of Wenxiu!
But at this time, no one pays attention to the author, and all warriors focus on the two works, waiting for the final result.

The first is Guiguzi's "The Way of the Sword", which goes backwards in time, and finally stays at the time when Guiguzi started writing.

Then there is the author's "Halloween Book", going back in time, directly passing the author's writing stage, and it is still regressing rapidly.

"Isn't it created temporarily by the author?"

There were discussions around, but it was still calm.

But the next scene made everyone look gloomy, only to see that the source of the "Halloween Book" had been traced back to the end of the Dark Era, and at that time, the author was just a scholar.

What does this mean?
Explain that the author is not the original author!
In order to defeat Guiguzi, he plagiarized other people's works.

An hour later, time slowed down, and everyone was shocked and stared intently.

Soon, a pale figure wearing a white robe and a jade crown, surrounded by tribulation force, appeared in the picture.

"Human Ancestor!"

All beings exclaimed and completely boiled.

"With this article, together with the tampered 'Wenqu Stone Pillar', we can ensure the eternal prosperity of my orthodoxy!"

"Zhutian Wenmai, if you don't let me prove the Tao, I will let you be deceived forever!"

While Wenzu was writing the "Book of All Saints", evil spirits surged all over his body, and he made a voice of hatred, which fell into the ears of the world through ancient time and space.

"Hiss! It turns out that the 'Wenqu Stone Pillar' has been tampered with!"

"It's no wonder that when testing the "Halloween Book", hundreds of millions of talents gushed out, but when examining "The Way of the Sword", there was no talent gushing out!"

"This literary ancestor is too disgusting, and this literary world is too dark, rotten from top to bottom. If Daqin hadn't summoned the cultural veins of the heavens, I'm afraid it won't be long before the literary world of the heavens and the world There will be a fault in the Tao!"

Many warriors commented that their aversion to the literary world has reached the extreme.

"It's over!"

"It's all over!"

The author's body went limp and he slumped on the ground.

"roar~"

After tracing the source of the two articles, Zhutian Wenmai shouted angrily. It is one of the three thousand avenues, and it was fooled by Wen Zu for several epochs?
humiliation!

This is an insult to it by the literary world!

All the cultural veins of the heavens broke through the sky, and an endless and terrifying coercion crushed down, making all the Wenxiu who had studied Wenzu's orthodoxy pale, and knelt on the ground uncontrollably.

"rao"

The author of the article was also frightened to the point of tearing his liver and gallbladder, so he asked for mercy.

But how can the anger of the heavenly veins be appeased?

It opened its mouth wide, spit out a stream of gray gas, and hit Wenzhu's abdomen, shattering the dantian and shattering Wen Dao's cultivation base.

"no no"

The author screamed in horror. After his cultivation base was abolished, his body melted like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.

The threat of death enveloped his body and mind.

but.

Just when everyone thought that he was bound to die, the void suddenly split open, and a palm print flew out, directly arresting the writer.

This series of actions was very fast, and it was only after the author disappeared that everyone realized it.

"The power of the sun?"

Guiguzi frowned slightly, looking at the slowly healing void, a trace of regret flashed across.

In the heavens and worlds, Ditian is the only one who has comprehended the power of the sun, and he saved the next master, mostly to translate the ancient demon text.

"Roar!"

Seeing that Wenzhu was rescued, Zhutian Wenmai was even more angry, and with a wave of dragon claws, he directly destroyed Wenzu's tomb and the 'Wenqu Stone Pillar'.

After all this was done, it calmed down a little, and a golden light fell on Guiguzi's eyebrows.

Afterwards, the celestial veins dissipated.

Guiguzi has become the new Master of Literature and Dao of the Heavens and Myriad Worlds!

at the same time.

In the sky above the Imperial Capital City, the luck of the Great Qin Immortal Court increased sharply again, and the luck golden dragon let out a roar of joy, and a trace of elegance lingered on the huge dragon's body.

"Ding, congratulations to the host, occupying the literary world, the land of calamity, signing in to reward Mencius, the sub-sage, do you want to summon?"

Mencius!

Yasheng Mencius!

In the imperial study room, Qin Wudao was taken aback.

"System, what is the land of calamity?"

Qin Wudao hurriedly asked.

In the past, he had occupied the Great Thousand World, but he had never mentioned the land of Measurable Tribulation. In his impression, anything that had something to do with Measuring Tribulation was not a good thing.

Measuring robbery represents disaster!
"Ding, the place where the calamity is measured is the place where the calamity originated!"

After hearing this, Qin Wudao's expression changed. The literary world is actually the place where Quan Jie originated?

Before this, he had always thought that the main body of the calamity was the human race and the heavens and all races, but now the system told him that the literary world was the protagonist of the calamity.

What about the human race and the heavenly myriad races?
What role will he play in the next calamity?