The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

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As soon as the first nine words of bitterness came out, all spirits in the picture scroll suddenly cried louder.

Yan Chuan draws down, all around, suddenly golden light shines, like a great righteous eruption, but it is actually surrounded by luck.

Rounded by air luck, and in a blink of an eye, I wrapped Yan Chuan and the picture scroll, and suddenly I can’t see the interior scene. I only know that Yan Chuan is writing another article within the scope of the air luck package. It is beautiful and wonderful, and it is also a poem that fits well with Mr. Wenruo's painting.

"Want to write poems on Wenruo's paintings? Master Yan Young what is this?" Wang Su frowned.

"My king's poems, this is the first time I have seen you!" Yi Feng exclaimed.

"What? See you for the first time? Wasn't it from the last Peak essay meeting?" Mo Yuxi said curiously.

"My king wrote it, but the king said, it was not created by him!" Yi Feng breathes deeply.

"It was not created by Yan Chuan, it was written by someone else. He just wrote it silently? But there are more than 100 beautiful and wonderful essays that have never appeared in the world? Who wrote it?" Mo Yuxi Puzzled.

"I don't know!" Yi Feng shook his head.

"Tough bitter bitter bitter bitter bitterness?" Mr. Wenruo suddenly let out a wry smile.

"What happened to Mr. Wenruo?"

"Yan Young Master! It's better to be in the next!" Mr. Wenruo said with a bitter smile.

"oh?"

"The suffering of the sky, the suffering of the earth, the suffering of the sun and the moon, the suffering of the common people, the suffering of all races, the suffering of Heavenly Dao, the suffering of human nature, the suffering of the world, the suffering of human heart, then Originally, I felt that the painting was perfect, because I had already succeeded in creating the spirit, but when Yan Young Master came out with nine "suffering", I realized that the painting still lacks the real soul. Yan Young Master is writing a masterpiece. !" Mr. Wenruo said in surprise.

"A masterpiece of the world?" Wang Zu said solemnly.

Mr. Wenruo didn't want to explain, but there was a bit of bitterness on his face.

Mo Yuxi frowned and looked at Mr. Wenruo, eyes slightly narrowed and said: "Mr. Wenruo, how do I feel, you don't want Yan Chuan to win?"

Not only Mo Yuxi, but Yi Feng also wondered Looked towards Mr. Wenruo.

Look at the fighting platform, Mr. Wenruo said with a bitter smile: "Don’t worry, Saintess, I’ve done my best in my painting just now. Although I don’t want Yan Chuan to win, I have no slack!"

"Oh? Why?" Mo Yuxi wondered.

Mr. Wenruo shook his head: "Don't ask Saintess, Master Yan Young is great, but Sima Yuntian is also great!"

Mr. Wenruo refused to say, everyone could only be faintly sighed .

Everyone looked towards the top of the fighting platform.

Sima Yuntian ignored the envelopment of Yan Chuan all around, and instead wrote his own "Wanxian Pilgrimage Fu"!

Wanxian pilgrimage gift!

At this moment, Sima Yuntian is all around, as if there are illusory shadows, one by one immortal phantoms condensed with awe-inspiring righteousness.

One by one, the Immortal Human Immortal was misty, all around the earth, and countless immortal grasses suddenly appeared. As soon as the immortal grass came out, it covered the entire Tianshou Square in a blink of an eye.

Someone touched it and found that the fairy grass was just a virtual image, but the virtual image was already very difficult to deal with. In a blink of an eye, all around Tianshou Square disappeared and turned into a huge Immortal Realm.

Countless cultivators stand in the Immortal Realm, clouds and mists are misty, all around immortal flying, dreamlike, as if everyone appeared in another world.

The word has not been written yet, everyone feels its soaring literary spirit, everyone looked towards Sima Yuntian, and their eyes are full of expectation.

Thousands of immortals looked towards Sifang, as if they could see countless cultivators. At the nodded repairman in the square, he smiled kindly.