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The water of the Tianhe River broke through the storm and washed away the ice, and the water of the Taotao River collided with the black and white millstone.

The space couldn't bear the pressure and shattered layer by layer, and an invisible rift in the void appeared in midair.

The huge devouring power came, and the whole Wenchang City kept shaking, as if it was about to be pulled up from the ground and swallowed by the void.

"Definitely!" The seven Confucian scholars ignored Ji Ziyan and fixed Wenchang City at the same time. If their base camp was destroyed, they would really be ashamed to go to grandma's house.

The water of the Yellow River and the Yin-Yang Mopan are colliding with each other, the rolling water of the Yellow River is passing away in the sky, and the void is constantly rolling, and the water of the Yellow River is falling from the nine heavens, constantly suppressing the Yin-Yang Mopan.

Wen Changsheng felt the pressure. He realized that he was not the match of the woman in front of him. The world is full of wonders. In a world where women can't read, a female sub-sage appeared quietly. He asked who saw it and said something Fuck.

The rift in the void is getting bigger and bigger, and the devouring power is becoming more and more terrifying. The seven great Confucianists already feel powerless, and this Wenchang City wants to escape their suppression and fly into the void.

"All the disciples of Wenchang Academy suppress Wenchang City with all their might!" Seeing this, a great Confucian had no choice but to call on the scholars of the Academy for help.

"Design!" Figures came out of Wenchang Academy one by one, and went in all directions, they were going to suppress Wenchang City everywhere.

The water of the Yellow River in the sky was still surging, and Ji Ziyan's awe-inspiring power was even more terrifying than Wen Changsheng imagined, because he saw Ji Ziyan still looked relaxed, and it felt like an attack was sent out casually.

"Sword Qi spans [-] miles, and the light of a sword chills nineteen continents." Ji Ziyan still had enough strength to shout out another sentence.

A beam of sword energy came from the sky, spanning [-] miles, and a silver sword light brought light to this world.

The sword qi was mighty, and a long river of kendo appeared in this world, and the sword qi carried the Taotao sword river to stab Wenchang Sheng.

Wen Changsheng, who had been unable to lift his head up under the water of the Tianhe River, was pierced by the sword qi on the yin and yang mopan, and then the sword qi continued to stab him with a sky-shattering force.

"The power of Wen Dao, listen to my orders!" Wen Changsheng had to mobilize the power of Wen Dao accumulated in the academy, and a great light rose from the academy, covering Wen Changsheng.

Wenchang's holy hand condensed a sword, and blocked the sword energy.

The power of the sword is surging, and countless scattered sword energy is going in all directions. Nuoda's Wenchang City is trembling under the sword energy. If it is not handled well, this Wenchang City will not find a complete place.

"Bastard, how dare you destroy the foundation of our Wenchang Academy!" Wenchangsheng was very angry. The woman on the opposite side had no taboos, and she wanted to destroy Wenchang City with all her tricks.

The reason why Ji Ziyan did this was because she discovered that all the women in the entire Wenchang City were placed in the Fengyue Land. From the tracing back to the source, she found that those women were captured by the men here from all over the place. What's the point of keeping this filthy place?

Of course, she will keep every woman's location, which is not difficult for her to do.

A milky white light shield enveloped the entire Wenchang City, blocking the sword energy.

"Don't you see Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow." Ji Ziyan said again.

This time there was no grand weather, nor violent pressure, a wave of fluctuations emanated from Ji Ziyan, and enveloped all the monks in Wenchang Sheng and other Wenchang City.

This power is invisible and intangible, and even great Confucians feel faintly that they cannot be touched by this fluctuation, otherwise great terror will happen.

They used their supernatural powers to attack the wave, but all the attacks seemed to be rotten when they encountered the wave, and lost all their power without exerting much power.

The fluctuations swept over quickly, and they quickly propped up their protective shields to cover themselves, but under the fluctuations, their protective shields quickly disappeared, and the fluctuations swept over them.

But what made them very curious was that they didn't feel any pain, just when they thought Ji Ziyan was scaring her, an exclamation broke their imagination.

"Eldest brother, what's wrong with you? Your hair is all white?" A great Confucian said to their elder brother. Although their elder brother is old, as monks, they are far from gray-haired.

"Junior brother, your hair has also turned gray, and you have wrinkles." The senior brother said to the junior who was talking to him. His junior was in his prime, and he didn't expect to grow old all of a sudden.

"This is the power of time, run away!" They finally realized that although this fluctuation of power does not have any grand sights, its power is terrifying and terrifying. The most feared thing in the world is birth, old age, sickness and death.

They stretched out their bodies, wanting to quickly escape from this cage of time, but their speed couldn't match the speed of time, and soon they found desperately that no matter how they broke out, they couldn't escape the envelope of Ji Ziyan's supernatural power.

None of these great Confucianists can escape, let alone the other people in Wenchang City below. Anyone with a cultivation base will be enveloped by the power of time. For those with a low cultivation base, every breath is like decades Long.

In just a few breaths, many Wendao monks came to the end of their lives. They never thought that they would die suddenly in such a way.

"You are so cruel, this is human life!" Seeing the miserable situation of his disciples, Wen Changsheng couldn't help complaining loudly to Ji Ziyan.

"When you forced people into prostitution, why didn't you think that they were also human lives when you ignored them?" Ji Ziyan said indifferently.

"How can their cheap lives compare with ours?" Wen Changsheng has always believed that a man's life is more precious than a man's life.

"Go to hell and tell Hades." Ji Ziyan knew that it was useless to reason. At this time, whoever has the biggest fist is the reason.

Ji Ziyan maintained the output of supernatural powers, and people died constantly. Soon tens of thousands of monks died in the city. Ji Ziyan thought that she could not kill wrongly, so she activated the supernatural power of "distinguishing right from wrong". A group of strong resentment shrouded them, and they were all people who deserved to die.

"Go to hell!" Wenchang Sheng exploded the literary spirit accumulated in Wenchang Academy recklessly, and a long river of literary dao appeared. Recite different shocking masterpieces.

Wen Dao Changhe first enveloped Wenchang City, broke through the power of time, then turned around and rushed directly towards Ji Ziyan.

"The roc rises with the same wind in one day, soaring up to [-] miles." A roc covering the entire Wenchang City appeared, and I saw it flapped its wings fiercely, leading Ji Ziyan straight up to [-] miles, even Wendao Changhe couldn't catch up superior.