Xianwu Datang: Start with the rich woman

As long as he can activate the five spiritual springs, he may be able to read the complete magic seal, and then decipher the Tibetan poem.

In the lingering clear fog, Chen Yanjun stared at the five pillars from a distance, as if he saw five old locust trees.

Energize!

He suddenly thought that the essence of Huajin is a kind of delayed shock force. If the delay is long enough, it can stimulate the five spiritual springs in sequence.

Perhaps, at a certain moment, the feat of mobilizing five spiritual springs at the same time can be achieved, and five magic patterns can be glimpsed at the same time.

Thinking of this, Chen Yanjun suddenly became excited.

Raise your palm and slap it on the gold-type spiritual pillar, and at the same time pour highly compressed gold-type spiritual power into the pillar with your palm.

It's similar to the effect of slapping a palm on a locust tree.

At first, Lingzhu did not respond.

After a while, a spiritual spring composed of black gold and iron powder suddenly spewed out from the top of the column.

This time, the spirit spring seemed to last a little longer.

Assisting spirit control with physical skills?The onlookers looked blankly.

Chen Yanjun did not stop, and came to the wooden spirit pillar at the fastest speed.

Do the same thing, use Huajin to fuse wood-type spiritual power, and slap a palm...

After a while, the wooden spirit spring also sprayed out.

So, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chen Yanjun urged all five spirit pillars out of the spirit spring at the fastest speed.

At this time, the two spiritual springs of gold and wood have fallen.

When Chen Yanjun returned to the central position, the third activated water system spirit spring also slowly descended.

Chen Yanjun didn't care, stood in the middle, took a long breath, and slowly closed his eyes.

frown.

Raise your hand.

With the help of the remaining Huajin, separate the spirit from the air.

However, the five spiritual springs are like whack-a-mole, one pops up and one falls down, neglecting the other.

Everyone looked at it for a long time, but they still didn't see the five spiritual springs rising at the same time.

The two teaching assistants couldn't help sighing.

In the distance, on the backing boulder, the old doctor got up slowly, without looking at Chen Yanjun, he only said:

"It's a coincidence, there is a limit, and the practice of Yuling must be down-to-earth after all."

"Class break!"

With that said, he turned around and went down the mountain, striding away from Qingwuyuan.

Although they knew it was impossible, everyone still felt sorry.

However, at this moment!

Qingwuyuan was covered with dark clouds, and the wind was loud.

The five spiritual pillars suddenly trembled one by one, making a strange chorus.

Chen Gongxing looked up.

A high-pitched thunderous sound, and a low-pitched yelling sound, descended from the clouds.

Listen carefully, it sounds like a human voice:

"When autumn comes, September [-]th..."

Chen Gongxing's old eyes froze suddenly, and his joints trembled.

"This is!"

"When my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will kill them."

Two unremarkable poems...but the sound form is so strange!

"what happened!"

With a flash of his body, Chen Gongxing returned to Qingwuyuan.

Only then did I realize that it was the five spiritual pillars that resonated in a strange rhythm.

He understood that it is not necessary to stimulate the spirit springs at the same time to see the Tibetan poems, but to feel the rhythm of the five spiritual pillars, just like playing a piano, the poems will appear!

Chen Yanjun raised his hands and closed his eyes to exercise power, and completely resonated with the five spiritual pillars, and a red mist rose above his head again.

[Ying Ling +1, 98/100 (Perfect)]

The sound of the pillars is rumbling, like floating clouds rushing to the waves.

"The fragrance of the sky penetrates Chang'an."

[Ying Ling +1, 99/100 (Perfect)]

Only then did He Jianqun discern the lines of poetry from Zhu Ming.

"He's actually explaining poetry!"

Assistant Professor Yun saw that Chen Yanjun was reaching his limit.

"Chen Yanjun, stop quickly."

The Lingquan is high and low, and the five pillars are roaring together.

"—Golden armor is everywhere in the city!"

This sound is not a human voice, but a column sound made by the whistle of the column and the resonance of the air.

There is a lot of movement, but it can only be heard nearby, and it is mixed with the whistling wind, causing great interference.

On the Qingwu Plain, apart from Chen Yanjun, only Chen Jingxing heard the whole poem clearly.

Shocked and laughing again, Chen Gongxing raised his head and chanted:

"When autumn comes, on the eighth day of the ninth month, when my flowers bloom, hundreds of flowers will kill...the fragrance soaring to the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armour...that thief wants to rebel!"

Chen Yanjun slowly opened his eyes.

[Ying Ling +1, 100/100 (reaching the pinnacle)! 】

The fragments of the five magic lines actually constructed a complete nightmare air illusion. He forcibly suppressed the nightmare air illusion with the changing heights of the Five Elements Mountains, and only then did the pillars resonate, and only then did the Tibetan poem show the whole picture.

Murong Ye was right, he really used this to break through the bottleneck and reached the pinnacle!

But Chen Yanjun was no stranger to this poem that the original owner did not remember.

It can even be said to be too familiar.

From "Chrysanthemum" written by Huang Chao.

"It's actually Huang Chao..."

Wang Xianzhi and Huang Chao, the leaders of the rebel army at the end of the Tang Dynasty, took the titles of "Tianbu Junping General" and "Chongtian Taibao Junping General" respectively, and they were also idealists to a certain extent.

Apart from killing innocent people indiscriminately, Huang Chao did a good job. He physically cleared those big clans that lasted for thousands of years, just because the killing karma was too heavy and their reputation was not good.

Unexpectedly, Huang Chao in this world would go to the Imperial College to collect poems in a grandiose manner. His true strength may be unfathomable!

In recent years, Huang Chao has also gained some reputation among the people. It is said that he and Wang Xianzhi have gathered a grass army to wander in various places for many years.

It seems that Huang Chao hasn't fully exerted his strength...

Chen Yanjun sighed heartily:

"The world line has obviously changed, Huang Chao can not only be born, but also write exactly the same poem!"

"Speaking of which, my experience is so similar to Huang Chao's..."

"It's over!"

he thought.

"Where is my sister-in-law? Why don't you come to the rescue? If I continue, I will be regarded as a traitor, okay?"

Think carefully.

That Huang Chao also practiced in Danlin Academy for seven days. Could it be that the reason why he fell into the devil way is also related to Dr. Tan's black tea?

Huang Chao's practice of magic seems to have broken through the limit of the equalization of the five elements. Otherwise, with a seventh-rank cultivation base, it would be difficult to hide in front of Qing Hongzi.

Is the equalization of the five elements really easy to become a demon?

Chen Yanjun still remembers that after entering the nightmare illusion for the first time and being awakened by his wife, she once said:

There are only two kinds of people who have been trapped in the illusion of nightmare for a long time, but can stand still.

One is the most evil person who sympathizes with and walks with demons.

The other is the person who is in front of the collapse of Mount Tai and still wants to help the building before it collapses.

"In other words, Huang Chao and I are two completely opposite people?"

This feeling... seems to have some kind of time travel mission.

He suddenly felt that the reason for the revival of Datang's spiritual energy gradually became more complicated.

Right now, Chen Yanjun is still just a ninth-grade vegetable chicken, and he can't think of anything that far away.

He just wants to become stronger as soon as possible and protect the one he loves... As for the general trend of the world and the rule of troubled times, let's talk about it when we have the energy to spare.

Only then did the girls around react, covering their ears and screaming in fright.

Guan Shiyan's face turned dark, she was too frightened to approach Chen Yanjun, and shouted three feet away:

"Chen Yanjun, what are you doing!"

Jiang Miao patted Chen Yanjun on the shoulder.

"Calm down, something serious has happened!"

At the same time, all the powerhouses in the Imperial College sensed the strange screams on the Qingwu Plain.

Some people are already rushing over...

suddenly!

The sound of the pillars stopped abruptly, and a translucent black magic circle instantly enveloped the whole mountain.

At the same time, a vast, endless spiritual pressure suddenly descended.

On Qingwuyuan, everyone was still.

Not only does the body become like a sculpture, but even the soul is also static.

Except Chen Yanjun.

He looked up, and it was like a huge black coffin covering Qingwuyuan.

He could no longer hear the sound of the pillars, and the ups and downs of the spiritual spring also turned into a neat trickle.

The nightmare magic lines drawn by him also completely dissipated, and there was nothing left that was suppressed by the vast spiritual pressure.

When I came back to my senses——

A tall, handsome middle-aged man with loose white hair appeared in front of him.

He didn't see his mouth, but made a hollow voice like ventriloquist:

"What's your name?"

Chapter 0058 Turning into red clouds, burning up the sky [Reprinted version, old readers please clear the cache! 】

The problem now is that Chen Yanjun has to activate the five spiritual springs at the same time with the spirit pressure that is still weak after the buff.

Looking up at the disappearing Lingquan, Chen Yanjun inevitably sighed.

He didn't expect that even though he had worked so hard, his skills were even more proficient, and he was uniquely creative, the Lingquan only lasted for more than ten seconds before withering, and he was still as thin and weak as a little boy.