Long Junhai snorted coldly. Although he was in the middle stage of the Golden Immortal Realm, he was still confident that he could deal with the three people in front of him, because he felt that his Qingxuan Holy Tree could handle it!
"Old Wang, let me go first." The young man in green clothes stepped forward and said with a smile.
"Old Meng, can you do it? Although you have good literary talent, your fighting ability is still a little weak!" said the short and fat middle-aged man with a smile.
"I can't do it? You're much better than me? Just wait and see!"
The young man in green was confident. He walked up to Long Junhai and said directly, "You have courage, but the gap between a Golden Immortal and a Mysterious Immortal is huge. Are you ready?"
"I'm ready, please teach me!" Long Junhai said with a smile.
"Then I won't be polite. I will use my masterpiece to destroy you into ashes!"
The young man in green took a deep breath, adjusted his mental state, and then slowly recited: "The sun sets behind the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea. If you want to see a thousand miles, you must climb to a higher level!"
Long Junhai was stunned when he heard this. Isn't this a poem by Meng Haoran? Could this guy be Meng Haoran?
Just as Long Junhai was puzzled, the world rumbled and trembled. The sun rose, a yellow river surged, and a towering city floated overhead. In the center of this massive city gate was an eye. The young man in blue stood at the top of the tower, hands behind his back. The overwhelming momentum was astonishing, giving people a feeling of being overwhelmed by the pressure of Mount Tai. The mere sight of the tower was breathtaking. The sun's rays seemed to pierce Long Junhai's body, and the river water seemed to cleanse his soul! The strange eye pattern on the city gate hadn't even opened yet, but it was already terrifying!
This seems to be a beautiful picture, but it also hides murderous intent. Ordinary people who fall into it will have no chance of survival. Long Junhai no longer hesitated at this moment. He immediately released his Nether Sea Blood River, ready to take in the entire magnificent scenery in front of him!
Therefore, the Blood River of the Nether Sea appeared very quickly, catching Meng Haoran off guard. The other party only had time to retreat from the city wall before being swept away by the vast amount of blood-colored sea water, including the sun that had just risen, which sank directly. The yellow river water also mixed with the Blood River of the Nether Sea, and there was no longer any ripple. It all became part of the Blood River of the Nether Sea.
"Do I win this game?" Long Junhai asked with a smile.
Fang Xuanling and Di Renjie looked at each other with horror on their faces. They didn't expect that the Blood River of the Nether Sea released by Long Junhai could actually withstand the full force attack of a Xuanxian master!
"Mr. Long indeed won this game, so I hope he can win the next two games." Fang Xuanling said with a smile.
"Thank you very much for your kind words. I won't let you down." Long Junhai smiled, still looking indifferent.
At this time, the middle-aged man couldn't help but said, "Let me do it!"
"Lao Wang, wait a minute. This guy probably has a lot of cards up his sleeve. Let me force him out first. That way, your chances of winning will be greater!"
Another young man in a black gown stopped the short and fat middle-aged man. He thought he could not win with one blow, so he wanted to force out all of Long Junhai's trump cards!
"Old Li, this kid is very strange. You'd better use the Book of Heaven's Path to attack him." Meng Haoran reminded from the side.
"I thought so too. Let this guy see my true strength!"
The young man in a black robe finished his words and recited directly: "Heaven is vigorous and vigorous, and the gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement. The earth is in a low position, and the gentleman should carry all things with great virtue..."
Although both were reading the Book of Changes, the momentum of this young man's recitation was far inferior to that of Li Bai's. Moreover, there was no Tai Chi diagram appearing now, only a large number of golden characters flying over!
Long Junhai already had experience in dealing with this before, so he seemed much more relaxed this time, so he directly opened his own Tiandao Universe and absorbed all the golden words recited by the other party into the Tiandao Universe!
After absorbing these golden characters, the Tiandao Universe did not suffer any losses. Instead, it operated more stably, allowing some asteroids that had been shattered to be integrated together again, saving Long Junhai a lot of trouble.
"Huh? How could this happen? What kind of magic is the other party using? They can actually transfer energy attacks to another space!" Fang Xuanling frowned, extremely surprised.
At this moment, the young man in the black gown gradually turned pale and sweated all over. He could no longer hold on. He had only read the first half and could not read the rest of the content. So he could only hold on to this point. It was completely impossible to read one more minute!
"Oh my! I'm so tired! Let's change players!" The young man couldn't hold on any longer and asked for a change of players, because he felt that all his strength seemed to have entered a bottomless pit. If he continued like this, all his strength would soon be consumed!
"I have to take action at the critical moment! Just wait and see!"
At this time, a short and fat middle-aged man came over, eager to try, and then smiled and recited: "Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo forest, playing the zither and whistling..."
Long Junhai was stunned when he heard this. Isn't this a poem by Wang Wei? No wonder this guy is called Lao Wang by others. It turns out that this person is Wang Wei!
One's own original poems can be blessed by the will of Heaven, so they are particularly powerful. Firstly, Long Junhai has only a superficial understanding of the cultivation of literature and Taoism, and secondly, he does not have any original poems of his own, so he cannot be recognized by Heaven. Without the blessing of Heaven's will, it is naturally impossible for him to fight against people like Li Bai.
At this time, Wang Wei's attack formation had been formed. A beautiful landscape space wrapped Long Junhai in it. The sounds of piano and flute rose and fell around him, containing a very magical will, which made people's spirits collapse and they fell into a lost state unknowingly!
Long Junhai was horrified and immediately released the Qingxuan Holy Tree. He used the power of the six pure bamboos in it to suppress his state of mind and the sound wave attacks from the outside world, calming his mind and no longer being disturbed by anything.
However, it is not enough to just be undisturbed. The most important thing for Long Junhai now is to break this passive situation. So how can he break it?
Finally, Long Junhai suddenly thought: since this is a competition of literature and Taoism, why not try his hand at original poetry? While Tang poetry is generally not recognized, he still has Song lyrics, Yuan opera, and modern lyrics! As long as it contains a rich literary and Taoist atmosphere, it should be possible for the will of this world's heaven to judge it as original, right?
The reason why he did not use the I Ching to fight against it was entirely because Long Junhai had experimented with the effect of the I Ching once before. His current realm was not enough to bring out the essence of it, so he needed to take an unconventional approach.
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