The most powerful master of the city

Chapter 984 Martyrs

Everyone was horrified.

It's not easy to come!
Although the dead man and woman were only at the bottom among the celebrities in Tiangong.

But this is Tiangong, the place where the best people from the Nine Spirits Domain gather, even the people at the bottom of the ranking are amazing outside.

If someone wants to make a move, they have to weigh it.

However, the one who still makes a move at this time must be the existence of a big boss even in Tiangong!
A Confucian student in white walked out with a smile on his face, calmly.

"It's Li Bai, poet mad Li Bai!"

Someone exclaimed, showing awe.

Li Qianqiu said with a smile: "Brother Li made a move, of course it's easy to catch, but your favor is too great, I may not be able to pay it back, let me do it myself."

Li Bai shook his head and said with a smile: "Brother Qianqiu, don't worry, I'm just interested in this brother. This time, I made the move voluntarily. Brother Qianqiu doesn't have to bear this favor."

"Then Huan will give Brother Li this face and let Brother Li come first." Wii Qianqiu let Ling Yu out.

"Thank you."

Li Bai clasped his fists together and looked at Ling Yu, "I, Li Bai, hope to recite poetry with you."

Ling Yu said: "I don't know much about poetry, and my attainments are limited."

"It's okay."

Li Bai laughed out loud and wrote a poem with a sense of heroism. The lines are majestic and poetic.

Four rows of huge characters flew in the sky, shining brightly and dazzlingly.

The palaces evolved one after another, and a mighty Milky Way shuttled between the palaces, majestic and majestic, suppressed.

Ling Yu soared into the sky, outlined in the void, and the most perfect characters emerged, arranged and combined, turned into verses, and the loud and clear Taoist sound came out, echoing between the heaven and the earth.

Chi!
A sharp sword light lit up, flew out of the poem, penetrated into the palace, cut off the Tianhe, and the palace collapsed, deafening.

Poet mad Li Bai spat out a mouthful of blood, and picked up his pen again, "Come again!"

He is extremely crazy, composing poems in the void, and every time a character appears, the rules of the avenue between heaven and earth will fluctuate violently.

32 characters appeared to form a verse, a vast aura erupted, the world trembled, and the rules changed because of this divine poem.

"Not bad." Ling Yu praised, "But it can still be perfected."

He used his finger as a pen, and the pen was like a dragon and a snake. The strokes were so fierce that the void couldn't bear it, and it began to shatter.

After finishing the writing, he swiped the pen away, and several golden characters flew towards Li Bai's poems, smashed some of them into pieces, and replaced them!
boom!
The divine light is blooming and dazzling, because of the change of these words, the whole poem is integrated into one, glowing with unprecedented amazement.

A terrifying aura rose suddenly, the rules trembled, and the heavens roared, as if they were afraid of this poem. There are a few words in the poem that contain the supreme mystery, which is enough to overturn the world and turn the world around!
Li Bai couldn't bear the weight of this poem, his face was pale, and he knelt down.

"Disperse your law, or you will be crushed to death." Ling Yu said lightly.

Li Bai's eyes were bright, he shook his head and said with a smile, "If I can see this poem, I will die without regret!"

Ling Yu nodded.

Li Bai respectfully bowed his head, his body collapsed, his soul dissipated, he was crushed to death by his own poems, his mana dissipated, the poems in the sky gradually became illusory, and finally disappeared.

Everyone was inexplicably shocked, admiring Li Bai's spirit, and fearing Ling Yu's methods.

"Fellow Daoist Li Bai died in martyrdom, showing the literati spirit to the fullest." An old man with a white beard walked out with a smile, "As literati, if you don't do something, you will be ashamed of your Taoism."

"Old Wu!" Someone's pupils constricted, "Your old man also wants to..."

Mr. Wu bowed to Ling Yu and said with a smile, "Can fellow Taoists know how to draw Taoism?"

Ling Yu nodded, "I understand."

Mr. Wu laughed loudly, "Fellow Daoist understands a little bit, but for us, it is the ultimate, fellow Daoist, please read it!"

A huge picture scroll unfolded, covering the sky and the sun, but inside it was blank.

Wu Lao draws with a brush, pouring his emotions and Taoism on the white paper, and the mighty mountains and rivers emerge in the painting.

In the mountains and rivers, countless creatures were born and grew up, some were famous all over the world, some were unknown, some killed innocent people indiscriminately, some did good deeds all over the world...

"What a majestic work this is!" Someone was touched and burst into tears.

"Mr. Wu painted the life of all living beings, and created a world in the painting!" Someone sighed, admiringly.

Ling Yu showed admiration.

"Fellow Daoist, catch it!"

Mr. Wu put away his pen and picked up the painting, and threw it to Ling Yu.

This is a picture scroll that contains the weight of a world, and the void is crushed to pieces.

Ling Yufei leaped onto the scroll, and streaks of golden light flew out, dancing on the scroll, outlining yin and yang, depicting the universe, actually constructing a complete system of reincarnation, actually linking the lives of these countless creatures from generation to generation. show out.

In an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the whole scroll took a qualitative leap, causing drastic changes in the laws of the heavens.

This is no longer a world, but a superposition of countless worlds under countless reincarnations!

This is no longer a weight that a person can bear!

However, Mr. Wu smiled gratefully, and happily made the same choice as Li Bai...

"He killed old poet Wu, everyone will avenge them!"

Wisp Qianqiu roared furiously, but her heart was terrified.

The means Ling Yu showed caused him an unprecedented mental shock, and made him realize that this was not an existence that he could deal with alone. He wanted to encourage everyone to join him in killing Ling Yu.

However, things didn't go as smoothly as he thought.

Everyone looked at him with complicated eyes.

"Brother Lu, Mr. Wu and Brother Li died to carry out their Dao, and they did it voluntarily. They have no resentment toward this fellow Daoist, and they are even grateful." Someone said, "So, this is not enmity, but kindness."

"You asked us to kill his benefactor, your enemy, which is unreasonable both emotionally and rationally." Some people looked puzzled, including those who had vowed to help Qianqiu before.

Zhu Qiang retreated deliberately, leaving the field to Ling Yu and Ling Qianqiu.

Thread Qianqiu's face sank like water, and his body trembled from excessive anger.

What is not hatred is grace!
It sounds so high-sounding, but it's actually because of fear!

Like him, this group of people are afraid of Ling Yu's power, afraid of causing death!
After all, although human affection is important, it is meaningless to lose one's life.

Li Qianqiu took a deep breath and sneered in his heart: "As long as I survive for a while, when they arrive, all of you sanctimonious bastards will be in trouble!"

However, he overestimated himself and underestimated Ling Yu.

He couldn't last even a second.

Ling Yu appeared in front of him like a ghost, and he didn't have any time to react, his head was held down by a hand.

Peiran Moyu's shock erupted, extracting his memory.

Suddenly, a seal broke out, which was set by Qianqiu to prevent accidents.

However, it was destroyed in an instant.

(End of this chapter)