Three days later, the Chongtae Prefecture Academy suddenly issued an edict, and more than 20 students, including Ye Xuan, were revoked for violating the palace discipline and harming classmates.

Han Yu was transformed from Yuanhai and would never embark on the path of cultivation again.

Ten days later, the Chonglong Prefecture Academy opened several scholars and senior officials one after another. If there were careful people, you would find that these people had extraordinary relationships with the Han family. It was precisely because of them that the Han family could have a middle and upper-level position in the Chonglong Prefecture.

At this time, Akasong came to a loft under the leadership of a scholar in the academy.

"Senior Song, please go here."

Chisong followed the scholar and walked up the spacious wooden building that could be used by five people in parallel, reaching the top of the fifteenth floor.

I swept around and found that it could accommodate a thousand people.

What you see is rows of mahogany bookshelves.

The scholar pointed to the jade sketch album in front of him and said proudly: "Although my Chonglongfu Academy has only been established for twenty years, its predecessor was the Qiyun Palace in the previous dynasty, which has been passed down for a long time. Most of the fog maps here were inherited from the Qiyun Palace."

Chisong nodded and walked out a few steps.

Suddenly, I felt something strange in the sense of feeling. I turned my head and looked to the side and saw more than thirty golden and jade leaves on the bookshelf, which was particularly different from the placement on the other bookshelf.

The scholar looked at his gaze and couldn't help but praise: "Senior, I have good eyesight. These Jianyes were found in the foggy land in Qiyun Palace, but the words on it were probably passed down from the Hongwu Divine Kingdom, and no one can recognize them now."

Chisong walked forward and took a piece of simple leaf. He swept his mind and his eyes condensed, so he could recognize it.

The words carried in Jian Ye are all wizards.

In ancient times, those who respected powerful people were "witches" and had great wisdom.

The words written by the witch are called "Wuwen".

"So, this Hongwu Divine Kingdom may be a certain division of the ancient human race. Which division will it be?"

Chisong thought secretly in his heart.

In ancient times, there was no concept of "country".

The human race follows tribal settlements and obeys more powerful tribes.

The ability to have "Wuwen" means that this tribe possesses witches, and can be named by the clan and is remembered by the world.

Unfortunately, he had no research on Wu Wen and did not know what the information contained in Wu Wen in Jianye was.

...

The world is here.

Zhou Fan raised his head, his eyes deep.

In his eyes, the entire fairy world seemed to be filled with an endless desolate and heavy aura.

At the same time, there are air masses of different sizes, which seem endless to the sight.

The colorful colors, gather or disperse, or disperse, give people a bizarre and dreamy feeling, and lead to various strange changes.

Zhou Fan's divine intention invaded various air masses, and in an instant, it seemed as if he had entered one painting after another.

It was like a person who had countless dreams overnight.

Or the green mountains drizzle, boil tea in the pavilion in the mountains to enjoy the scenery.

Maybe he is poor and has a long history of his life, and is lonely when he is old.

Maybe he failed the exam repeatedly, rebelled in anger, and swept the world.

Wait, wait, there are all kinds of things.

Only in this moment, Zhou Fan experienced all kinds of separation and reunion.

Ordinary people who sleep too much at night will still feel unenergized during the day, and even if they fall into a dream and cannot wake up, they will be covered in nightmare.

If a monk had so many dreams at once, his divine thoughts would turn into thousands, each of them was not affiliated with each other, separated from each other, and had a link. The memories in the dream were like tides, pouring in, and endlessly.

By then, even if the divine thoughts are immeasurable and divided into thousands, their power will be as weak as ordinary people, and perhaps even worse than ordinary people.

At this moment, every Taoist lord who entered the fairy sky unknowingly saw layers of light and shadow appear all over his body.

And inside, there are scenes after scenes, and in each scene, there is a "he" experiencing it.

A kind of dreamy, hazy power permeates the fairy sky.

Between true and false,

As time goes by, this aura becomes stronger and stronger in the fairy sky, filling up and down, left and right.

In the fairy sky, in a region.

A man's head is full of pictures, and there are bubbles that are constantly emanating from time to time, intertwining into a bizarre picture, hazy and blurry, and his face cannot be seen clearly.

The graceful cranes dance around, and the cicadas whispered in a low voice.

There is also a smoky mist and rain, and the coldness is blowing.

Various scenes are intertwined, people stand at the bottom, as if they are wandering in a painting, changing every moment.

Suddenly, the person under the scroll raised his head, and a hazy light was covered in his eyes, flowing unsteadily, presenting a power that penetrates the world and is placed outside.

The next moment.

Continuous visions appeared in his eyes.

Many strange phenomena carry unpredictable power and descend to the fairy sky with great momentum.

"Shameless!"

The voices of the people under the scroll are resentful and vague.

In her opinion, she has obtained the inheritance of the immortal sky and has achieved success in her cultivation. She should inherit this immortal sky and re-establish the mountain gate.

However, others obviously don't think so.

And she herself was able to cultivate to such a state, and her mind and qualifications were superior, and she quickly restrained all kinds of negative emotions in her heart.

Strength is the most respected.

This is the essence of the world, and it is always like this.

If you want others to follow the rules, first of all, you must have strong enough to be on an equal footing with others.

The rules set by major forces are applicable to major forces.

For others, you are disdainful and do not know how to follow the rules, or it depends entirely on your heart.

""

The person under the scroll withdrew his gaze and a sense of urgency arose in his heart.

She must now take a step forward and get the treasures from the fairy sky as soon as possible, then escape and practice with the world.

Only when she becomes a powerful person can she be on par with the great forces.

At least, there can be one seat.

At this moment, the Taoist lords of the major forces entering the fairy sky also began to show their power.

"Ding~~~"

The seven people in Bixiao Pavilion stood above the peng birds. On top of their heads, a green jade pendant was circulating, making a mysterious sound of Taoism, retracting the thoughts of the seven people.

As soon as the thoughts were gathered, the seven people immediately woke up and thought about everything they had just experienced, thinking about it.

The three people in Wulei Temple were very calm, and each of them had fine seal scripts, shining brightly and breaking the illusory haze.

At this time, the background between the major forces was revealed.

Either you have a treasure in your body, or you have real methods in your body, or you can't add your body to your body with illusions and hazy things, which is amazing.

Then, they looked at each other and continued to move forward.

The true Dharma did not use magic weapons. He stood alone with his hands behind his back, within ten feet of his body, and all the laws were not invaded and all the laws were not stained.

Let the illusory hazy contain all kinds of paintings, but they can never get close to you.

"Click~"

It was like the sound of the mirror light rupture, one after another.

At the beginning, it was still inaudible.

After half a breath, the sound was already as loud as thunder.

But for a moment, the overlapping halos were replaced by a purple gold mysterious energy.

"Is this the power of the Golden Immortal? Even after billions of years, only a trace of residual remains is so extraordinary."

Although the true Dharma is with his own strength, he will not be infected by any infestation.

But I was very awe of the energy of the golden immortals.

Even if no one presided over the wisp of residual power, these Taoist lords were trapped in it and could not extricate themselves.

If his master is still there, it is probably a disaster that everyone cannot escape.

"Is this kind of power... a dream?"
To be continued...