Goddess Zhichen, two tears from the stone statue!

"Dingdong!" "Dingdong!"

Two stone figures of tears fell on the ground, and above the entire square, it seemed as if only the two tears were left.

The hundreds of saints were ashamed and silent, and tens of thousands of cultivators were inexplicably shocked.

Mencius and other great scholars all bowed to Goddess Zhichen.

Mo Yuxi, Wen Ruo, Wang Zhu, Yi Feng and others all looked at this scene in shock.

The stone statue burst into tears? Can the stone statue actually burst into tears? Can the stone statues feel that great sadness?

On the fighting platform.

Sima Yuntian also watched the two tears fall to the ground. Seeing the tears of Goddess Zhichen, Sima Yuntian immediately smiled bitterly.

Just two tears have told everything. I turned my head and stared at the calligraphy and painting in front of me.

As soon as the nine characters "女" were released, the calligraphy and painting were already perfect.

The creatures are devastated, and the creatures are devastated.

"call!"

The sky, due to the catastrophe cloud formed by Sima Yuntian's painting, was suddenly oppressed by a huge momentum and instantly retracted into the scroll.

Drawing? The situation suddenly changed!

The original draw of the battle was decided, but Sima Yuntian's painting was strangely defeated!

As for the "book", let alone, although Sima Yuntian's "book" may not be inferior to Yan Chuan, just in the scene in front of him, the two tears of Goddess Zhichen and the shame of Bai Sheng have already told everything.

"Goddess Zhichen, who created all spirits in the world, and the mother of all spirits was infected by Yan Chuan's nine sufferings?"

"Even stone statues can shed tears, this calligraphy and painting is so sad!"

"Hundred Saints are ashamed, the goddess is crying!"

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The eyes of the cultivators gradually became clear. Yan Chuan and Sima Yuntian's articles exceeded everyone's identification limit, but all this was easy to do because everyone could see that who was better at this moment.

Yan Chuan!

Yan Chuan's Nine Suffering Fu! It formed a huge reversal! Not only did it surpass Sima Yuntian in the article, but it also raised Mr. Wen Ruo's painting to a higher level.

Win! Yan Chuan won!

Yan Chuan, two wins, one defeat and one draw!

Sima Yuntian, two defeats, one wins and one draw!

Standing on the fighting platform, Yan Chuan stared at Goddess Zhichen in a daze.

"I don't know the ancient catastrophe. This is the feeling after hearing what the goddess said. I wrote this article. I don't know how different it is from the ancient catastrophe. But I can feel the disaster of the ancient catastrophe. Goddess. I don't know how you turned the tide back then. I am a member of the world. If I am strong, I will not let history repeat itself. If I am strong, I should defend our world!"

Yan Chuan felt in his heart and looked at the goddess statue silently in sighing.

"boom!"

The sky suddenly exploded, and Feng Shen Ce suddenly shook violently. The golden light covering Sima Yuntian was instantly collected by Feng Shen Ce and instantly gathered towards Yan Chuan.

"Buzz!"

No need for others to judge, Fengshen Ce has decided the final outcome!

Yan Chuan’s nine bitter essays can make you feel the world, the victory or defeat, and it deserves its reputation!

Sima Yuntian watched the golden light disappear around him and reached out to catch him, but the golden light disappeared and did not return at all. Sima Yuntian showed a trace of bitterness.

Instead, Sima Yuntian looked at Yan Chuan again.

There is no jealousy, only the desire to fight, and a sense of unyielding fighting!

In the realm of light.

Meng Lingtian took five disciples to quietly look at the Tianshu Conference in the picture.

"What awesome Sima Yuntian!" Meng Lingtian frowned and sighed.

"What awesome, you've defeated Yan Chuan? The goddess cried, and the goddess actually cried because of it!" Dongfang's righteous cried.

Meng Lingtian did not blame the rude Eastern style for his rudeness. At this moment, Meng Lingtian was also shocked by these two top articles.

"It's been a long time, a long time, a long time since there has been an article of this level. The article touches the hundred saints, the goddess of sorrow and tears? It's amazing!" Meng Lingtian sighed.

"Yes, it's so awesome!" The three disciples behind him nodded.

"It's a pity that neither of these two people are from my Julu Academy!" Meng Lingtian said with a wry smile.

Meng Rongrong looked at Yan Chuan in the picture. After Yan Chuan finished writing the article, she kept looking at Goddess Zhichen, her eyes full of compassion, and that expression made Meng Rongrong feel very confused. She bit her lip, and Meng Rongrong's expression calmed slightly-

Tianshu Square, above the Doutai.

When tens of thousands of cultivators were amazed, Yan Chuan looked at Goddess Zhichen and sighed slightly.

Instead, Yan Chuan looked at Sima Yuntian.

Although the seventy-two disciples were worried, Sima Yuntian smiled freely and seemed to be dissatisfied with losing the qualification to enthrone the gods.

"The taste of defeat, hahahaha, I haven't experienced it for a long time!" Sima Yuntian said freely.

"I am Yan Chuan, living on the banks of the East China Sea. Mr. Sima has time in the future, so he can come to me anytime, Dongfang Wuyou City, and know my news at any time!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

Sima Yuntian looked at Yan Chuan and nodded and said, "Mr. Yan, I will remember you. I was convinced that I lost in this battle, but I will still look for you. When my writing style is even more serious, I will definitely come to you!"

"The gate of the Yan family is open, please wait anytime!" Yan Chuan gave a hug to Sima Yuntian.

Sima Yuntian smiled slightly and also gave a hand-in-cheek gift!

"Hahahahaha!"

With a big sleeve, Sima Yuntian stepped down from the fighting platform.

"teacher!"

"Teacher, we lost!"

"Teacher! What should I do?"

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The seventy-two disciples stepped forward one after another, and their faces were deeply saddened. They were defeated. Their teachers have never been defeated for so many years. They were actually defeated today? The persistence in their hearts collapsed, and everyone showed sadness.

"Hahahahahaha, nothing, I'll lose once, I'll win back next time, let's go!" Sima Yuntian said freely.

"Yes!" The disciples nodded one after another.

Following Sima Yuntian, everyone slowly left Tianshu Square.

In this battle, Yan Chuan became the biggest winner.

Tens of thousands of cultivators watched Sima Yuntian, but no one tried to keep or stop him. They watched Sima Yuntian slowly leave.

The sun rose from the east, and Sima Yuntian and his disciples walked away step by step towards the sun.

A great sage, seventy-two disciples, walked towards the sun with a prosperous literary style, leaving behind a long back.

"Boom!"

In the sky, Fengshence slowly became smaller, gradually turned into a foot scroll, slowly falling towards Yan Chuan's palm. On Fengshence, a golden dragon of luck surrounded it and gradually flew into Fengshence.

"hold head high!"

The golden dragon roared happily. Yan Chuan's strategy of incarnation of the gods was different from the past dynasties. There was also a quarter of the luck that was fought for from Julu Academy.

Mo Yuxi, Yifeng and others all showed excited smiles.

Wang Zhu frowned and pondered.

Mr. Wen Ruo showed a hint of bitterness.

Fengshence is getting closer and closer to Yan Chuan and is about to be caught.

"Stop, Fengshen Ce is not something you can have!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout in Tianshu Square.

Everyone's face changed. Who? Who dares to disrupt the Tianshu Conference at this time?

"call!"

The Holy Son of Gu Yue took Chang San and others to appear in Tianshu Square again.

"Gu Yue, what are you doing?" Mo Yuxi glared in her eyes.
To be continued...