Across the heavens as a villain

Chapter 409
Dry: Yuan, Henry, Li, Zhen.

Ninth day: Qianlong, don't use it.

Ninety two: See Long Zaitian, and see your lord.

Ye Hai sat in the examination room, conscientiously working as a copywriter.

It is impossible to copy the whole book down, and now is not the time.However, it is still possible to write out the first hexagram of the Book of Changes as it is.

With the appearance of these words on the paper, rays of light burst out from above, bursting into dazzling brilliance.

In the examiner's room, a group of officials who looked completely naked were sitting together in python robes and black gauze hats.

They were all a little nervous, because nearly ten thousand people gathered in this imperial examination, and many of them were descendants of aristocratic families and practitioners.

I don't know how many big people who move their mouths can blow them into ashes are watching here. How can these ordinary officials not be nervous?

On the highest seat, Grand Master Hong Xuanji sat there quietly.

With this strong human being sitting here, many examiners felt a little bit of comfort in their hearts.

Only Hong Xuanji, the celestial being and the famous Wu Wenhou, could suppress this unprecedented scale of scientific research.

Although those aristocratic families have a long history, the world still respects strength after all.In the face of absolute strength, the prestige of any ancient family is not worth mentioning.

None of the wealthy disciples dared to make trouble in the place of immortals.

In addition to this immortal, the special place of the Gongyuan can also shock everyone.

Even though all the saints here are clay statues, they are also powerful enough to suppress ghosts and immortals under the nourishment of hundreds of millions of years of incense and vows.

Even if the statues of these sages failed, the powerful families left behind by the sages would crush to death those who dared to provoke their ancestors.

Although their sage ancestors have become a tool for them to grab benefits, it is precisely because of this that they will desperately maintain the majesty of their ancestors.

In the examination room at this time, outside the examination room, I don't know how many people who have achieved cultivation are watching the weather in the tribute courtyard.

The article of Yangshen World has a special charm, possesses all kinds of unimaginable mysteries, and can be compatible with the laws of heaven and earth.

Legend has it that when the ancient shocking article appeared in the world, it could even make the heavens and the earth weep, and ghosts and gods howl.

When the ancient sages created characters, a group of demons danced wildly to destroy the characters.

At this time, in the eyes of those strong people, there are streams of cultural energy in the Gongyuan soaring to the sky, and the most massive ones are the same literary energy of the two bright brilliance.

One of the balls is filled with candles, rising into the sky like the smoke of spirit energy; the other ball is empty like bamboo slips, evolving into a splendid article.

"Is the Fang Yuan of Xie Wenyuan and the little prodigy of the Fang family? Sure enough, there is something wrong!"

Inside the palace, Emperor Daqian Yang Pan smiled faintly, with an inexplicable look on his face, making it impossible to see whether he was happy or angry.

"Although fish and dragons are mixed together in this scientific expedition, no matter whether you are a dragon or a snake, you are all my pawns!
I will rule the world like the ancient holy emperor, let everyone submit to my feet, and build a foundation that will last forever! "

Yang Pan is very ambitious and has great ambitions.

At this moment, Ye Hai, who was writing vigorously, completed the copying of the first hexagram of the Book of Changes, and a huge and depressing energy surged into the sky.

The words on the white paper exploded with infinite light, illuminating the entire Gongyuan.

All the sages enshrined in the temple began to tremble violently at this moment, and the loud sound resounded throughout the entire tribute courtyard.

The I Ching that all the sages had been waiting for appeared, and their statues resonated with it.

"Hundred saints singing together?"

Many invigilators' expressions changed drastically. This is a grand event that hasn't happened in 500 years!
"Ok?"

Hong Xuanji also stood up, a solemn look flashed in his eyes.

Qiandi Yang Pan also changed color suddenly, feeling that things were beginning to go out of control.

Just when many people couldn't wait to read the article that triggered the all saints to sing together, the entire sky suddenly darkened.

Boundless dark clouds rolled in, and a depressive atmosphere enveloped the entire Yujing, and the sound of howling ghosts and wolves sounded from the dark clouds.

"A group of demons are attacking?"

The faces of everyone who saw this scene changed wildly, and they were even more shocked than when all the saints were singing together.

According to ancient legends, every time there is an event that can change the world, the human race will be envied and troubled by the demons of heaven and earth.

When the Panhuang ascended the throne, the king of gods attacked; the saint created characters, and blood rained on the world.

The Qiming of all saints represents the approval of all the saints, which is equivalent to the level of sub-sage;
The attack of demons and the rain of blood in the world represent the saints of the human race who are comparable to all the saints.

Accompanied by the appearance of dark clouds and ghosts and gods, the statues of the Hundred Saints in the Tribute Court seemed to have sensed them, and infinite light burst out from there, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

The golden light erupting from the Gongyuan fought against the dark clouds in the sky, and the dazzling light filled the sky.

Ordinary people in Yujing City looked at this scene in horror, but they didn't understand why.

At this time, some cultivators sighed again and again, and their hearts were inexplicably shocked.

Xie Wenyuan looked at the shining saints in the tribute courtyard, and sighed with a complicated expression: "It seems that there is no need to compare, the champion has already been selected by the hundreds of saints and the demons of heaven and earth."

Fangyuan's small face had a twisted and ferocious look that didn't match her age, as if her beloved toy had been snatched away by someone.

The champion who is determined to win!

Ye Hai raised his head, his eyes were full of colorful light, and he could see the scene outside clearly.

"A group of demons are attacking? This world is really magical!"

Ye Hai smiled lightly, looking at the examination paper in front of him, with a playful look on his face.

Ye Hai!

He signed his name to see how Yang Pan would handle this matter.

"It seems that you have great respect for all the saints?"

Ye Hai glanced at the many scholars outside, and a sneer flashed in his eyes.

In the Yangtze River, the back wave pushes the front wave, and each wave is stronger than the last wave.

The ancient gods and demons were overthrown by the ancient holy emperor, and the ancient holy emperor was negated by the middle ancient scholars.

Only the people nowadays are the most useless. Those who praise the Holy Emperor and the philosophers one by one, regard their words as the law of heaven.

Don't you know that as time goes by, the truth of the year may not be permanently effective.

Clinging to the rules, being self-styled, and raising the height of the ancestors infinitely, it is just to compare with them when they reach the sky.

Either restore the holy emperor's image, or become a sage of the sons, no one has the ambition to surpass the ancestors.

"The ancestors made so many great achievements, not for you to kneel and lick. They want to give you a bigger platform and let you fight for a more brilliant future."

Ye Hai sighed leisurely, and said to himself with a pity on his face.

The great men of previous generations are used to worship, but also to surpass.

Without the determination and courage to surpass them, it is no wonder that one generation is not as good as the next.

The great world of ancient times and ancient times was so glorious, and the great world of today cannot even compare to what it was back then.

In the final analysis, it is still a matter of heart and energy, and I have trapped myself.

(End of this chapter)