The queen at the start has a hundred days left to live

Chapter 54 The golden bones of the holy fetus are far from enough. Poems are made of plum blossoms, and the stars move in the music!
Everyone looked at Jun Immortal blankly, is this still a player at the Pulse Opening Realm?
With a light slap, a peak of origin is gone?

"He, he seems to be... breaking through to the Golden Body Stage..."

The company's heart was shocked. Could it cause such a big commotion just by breaking the ground?
With this chaotic airflow, even their original powerhouses approached, and they felt a little dangerous.

The literary talents of Hengguo and Qianguo lost their minds slightly, and then silently withdrew their feet, their faces solemn.

They were also very worried, if this guy Jun Immortal exploded indiscriminately, wouldn't they be turned into ashes on the spot like the great scholar Li Cheng?

"Om-"

There was a mysterious fairy sound, and the palace instantly turned into powder.

Nine-colored fairy lights appeared in the sky, and the sky was full of hype.

After that, the celestial light disappeared, the sky turned into chaos, and the air flow gradually fell, pouring into the Guozijian, and wrapping around Jun Immortal.

Seeing this scene, Master Cui, the great Confucian of Hengguo, was thinking quickly, should he leave this place now?

Master Cui was supported by someone, his face was exhausted, the corner of his mouth was still full of blood, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I once offered wine, the old man is not feeling well, so I have to go back to the inn to rest."

Jijiu glanced at Master Cui, but didn't see anything unusual about him, and nodded slightly: "Yes."

The two great scholars from the Heng and Qian states are now dead and injured. They are asking for trouble if they stay here.

But today they can be said to be out of breath.

The two poems "Little Rain in Early Spring" and "Dawn of Spring" can be said to have shocked the world, and they will be famous in history in the future.

At that time, the annals of history recorded this: In the early spring of the [-]st year of the Yuanzhou calendar, Xiaoyao Houjun was immortal in the Imperial College and made a memorial work. He offered wine and shouted, "It's wonderful."

Jijiu showed a smile of relief. Fame is something you still have to rely on.

However, when Master Cui and his party were about to leave, Jun Immortal's eyes suddenly looked this way.

In an instant, Master Cui's limbs became stiff, and the expression on his face froze, with deep fear in his eyes.

Zou Wei narrowed his eyes. Jun Wubu did not intend to let the talented literati from Hengguo and Qianguo leave. Jun Wubu might have his own reasons for this.

Lord Shoufu's face was calm, and he said lightly: "Everyone, don't worry, now Xiaoyaohou is proving the golden body, with infinite power, this place is the safest place, if you leave this Imperial Prison, you may be affected by the disaster of the remaining prestige , let’s stay here for now.”

Zou Wei's energy exploded and the Guozijian was blocked, and no one could get out of here.

"Master Cui..."

The complexions of the literati changed slightly, Yan Guo's chief assistant didn't intend to let them go.

Master Cui seemed to have aged dozens of years overnight, looking at the handsome young man who was slowly ascending into the sky, his face was solemn, so he could only say: "What Lord Shoufu said is absolutely true."

……

The golden body state is the state of rebirth, and it is also the best period for forging the dharma body.

Only by shedding the mortal body and replacing it with copper skin and iron bones can we withstand the powerful power brought by the Dharmakaya.

Jun Immortal can feel the process of being reborn, but his physique is already the best, and his body training skills have reached the level of "rebirth from a drop of blood", even Emperor Zun can't kill him.

This is why he dared to go down the mountain.

If he died after being touched by Emperor Zun, then he might as well stay in Lingjian Mountain.

"Holy Fetus Golden Bone."

Jun Immortal squinted his eyes halfway. He felt that it was not enough. Although this was very powerful for other people, for Jun Immortal, with his luck, the holy fetus and golden bones were far from enough.

If you want to kill a saint, you have to be stronger than the saint!
If you want to kill the opponent in the same realm, if you don't pay attention, the opponent will use tricks to escape.

Since you want to fight, you must have 100% strength to defeat the opponent.

The nine statues of saints appeared after Jun Wuwu's death. The holy will was overwhelming, and the chaotic air flow was always flowing in Jun Wuwu's body.

"There is."

Jun Immortal's eyes brightened. There are three themes of today's poetry competition, namely early spring, willow trees, and plum blossoms.

Now he has written poems about early spring and willow trees, but not about plum blossoms.

This... he needs to show his holiness in front of people again.

What a shame...

"Today I was watching plum blossoms in the garden of Dean Mengchen, and I happened to encounter 'plum blossom' as the title of a poem in Guozijian. I felt it and wrote a poem "Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden"."

Jun Wuwu's voice was not loud, but it could reach the ears of everyone in Yanjing. It was like a holy voice, inspiring people's hearts and minds. When he looked up, his eyes were burning.

When Jijiu heard this, he quickly shouted: "Xiaoyao Hou, the title of the poem was told to you by the junior official!"

Remember to bring my name, my name is Zeng Zhi!

Sun Zeng's Zeng is exquisite!
Meng Chen stroked his beard and smiled all over his face. Jun Immortal's words mentioned him and made him very comfortable.

Holding a golden pen in his hand, Meng Chen closed his eyes and listened to it. He felt that this poem was definitely not simple, and it was not even as simple as shaking the world.

After a long time, Meng Chen heard a sound.

"Shameless old thief, this pretentious gesture is really embarrassing to the world. It's so old that I'm still fighting for luck, I don't want my old face!"

"Old man, I haven't written the poem yet, but I have the pen ready. If the pen is weak and has no charm, I will tear you apart today!"

Zou Wei was thinking about it, his eyes were extremely resentful, and he looked straight at Meng Chen.

Meng Chen opened his eyes and said helplessly: "Stop making any noise."

Zou Wei snorted coldly and looked up to the sky.

"All the fragrances shake off Du Xuanyan, occupying all the charm to Xiaoyuan."

Hearing this, Meng Chen's spirit was greatly lifted, his eyes were bright and energetic, and when he picked up the pen, every word was like a silver hook painted on iron, strong and powerful.

Zou Wei watched from the sidelines, and had to admit in his heart that Meng Chen's words were like a loose horse coming into the sky and flying away from the dust; or like a dragon flying in the sky, moving around, coming from nothingness, and returning to the void again.

I am afraid that there will never be another calligraphy master like him in the entire Yanjing City.

"The shadows are sloping and the water is clear and shallow, and the dark fragrance floats at dusk."

After the words fell, the vision reappeared, and the Wenqu star at the Big Dipper lit up with holy light, recited these four poems repeatedly with talent, and transformed into holy characters, and the holy light shone in Yanjing City.

"Xiao, Hou Xiaoyao...that's amazing."

There are academies located in several mountains on the outskirts of Yanjing, and the strength of each dean is the lowest of the second calamity.

They all came out at the same time, looking at Jiu Tian sincerely and devoutly, their eyes full of shock.

The music and stars are moving, and the holy light is shining. This is the vision that poetic saints can arouse!

Now, Xiaoyaohou has done it!
"This is a poem by a saint. Xiaoyao Hou will definitely become a saint in the future!"

"Blessed by Wenquxing, Yanjing will become a blessed land."

"For hundreds of years, Yanjing's poetry has been in a slump. Today, with the blessings of the Wenqu star, there may be some people in future generations who can prove the sage's status through literature."

"Congratulations, congratulations!"

"Jun Immortal, you are really a master of literature and Taoism!"

Everyone was filled with emotion, as if seeing the scene where many geniuses were born after Yanjing became a blessed place, and the strong were like clouds.

One person changes a place!
(End of this chapter)