"Director Song, I, Mr. Lu, have been looking forward to your words for a long time!"

A faint green light burst out from Lu Xuanji's eyes, and his entire aura suddenly increased a lot.

"The destiny is with me. Whoever dares to stop me will destroy anyone!"

A cold voice filled with destructive will suddenly reached everyone's ears.

In the astonished sight of everyone, Lu Xuanji's body suddenly exploded, and at the explosion, a black mist covered the entire academy formation's internal defense.

"Boom~~"

A violent impact sounded, and the layers of defense suddenly shattered like glass.

The black mist actually broke through the academy's formation!

Although Haoran Academy is the weakest and the worst cohesion among the nine immortal sects in the eyes of the world, it is the nine heavenly level immortal sect after all!

The Heavenly Immortal Sect represents the top power of the Middle-earth people. Now its guardian formation has been easily penetrated by the Poetry Ghost. It is obviously not that the formation is too weak.

But the poetic ghost, too strong!

It should be known that four hundred years ago, the poetic ghost was already at the peak of the fourth grade of Confucianism, and now he may have entered the threshold of the upper three realms.

If you convert to Buddhism, it is the third-grade Arhat and the second-grade Bodhisattva level. Now the land gods and immortals are hidden in the world. The old monsters in the nine immortal sects are at most the second-grade.

And the poetic ghost Lu Xuanji has already had the ability to challenge.

Most importantly, many people realize that the poetic ghost seems to be different from the legendary ones.

His mind was not only in madness, but also showed a hideous look of desire to kill.

Immediately afterwards,

A pillar of light that penetrated the sky and earth smashed down from the sky.

"ah!"

"Does go!"

"not good!"

Everyone exclaimed, and a rolling yin energy surged out of the light column.

It covers the sky and the sun, almost like wolf smoke.

"Puff~~~"

Yin Qi is led into the body of the poetic ghost, and the aura of the poetic ghost becomes stronger and stronger.

President Song's face changed suddenly, and he quickly waved the ruler and hit the Yin Qi.

"Bang!"

The ruler hit the Yin Qi, but the Yin Qi disappeared instantly.

A huge sense of crisis came, and Dean Song secretly complained that something was wrong and quickly wanted to fly away.

"I've achieved success, I want to leave? It's too late!"

A very cold voice sounded from the sky.

The poet began to recite quickly,

"I passed by the sun and the sky, so sad that I brought the rivers of the earth. The yin and the moon did not stop, and the waves of the squad would not be rotated. The year went by quickly and the arrows were bright and the strings came. In the future, the number of things was still great, and the number was still great... If this thing was difficult to stop, how could my life last? I was about to pass, and in a flash, there was a short time!"

In just a few words, everyone present watched Dean Song gradually grow old from a tall middle-aged man with a national face under the pressure of an invisible force.

It seemed like a few short breaths had passed for decades.

"It's the rule of heaven!"

"The poetic ghost has understood the rules of heaven, and he has entered the upper three realms!"

The figure with wide vision exclaimed, and everyone looked at the two people in the air who were in a life-and-death confrontation in the air and couldn't help but feel worried about Dean Song.

The strong man in the upper three realms is that he has understood some of the rules of heaven, and this threshold has blocked countless amazing talents.

Since the beginning of chaos, no one can move beyond the laws of heaven, whether it is ancient gods, demon gods, immortals, or even the land gods of the human race. Everyone is a chess piece made by the rules.

The rules that Lu Xuanji understood seemed to be "aging".

After seeing all the vicissitudes of life for four hundred years, things change when they are resurrected, and this is what he has realized.

President Song, can he really fight against the powerful people in the upper three realms?

Princess Taiping looked deep in the academy with concern. Do you have to ask Lao Shanchang to take action to defeat the poetic ghost?

Let’s not talk about whether the legendary Lao Shanzhu is really alive. Even if he takes action alive, if he reaches that point, Haoran Academy’s status as the nine heavenly immortal sects will inevitably be even more questioned.

Next year will be the year when the Great Zhou Immortal Sect is rearranged. At that time, those earth-level Immortal Sects that are eyeing each other may have to take the initiative to compete.

President Song's counterattack arrived soon.

"The Master said: A gentleman is not serious, he will not be powerful."

President Song's serious voice rang.

Only a "click" sound was heard, and the protective formation that had just closed in the sky began to rotate quickly. There were thousands of images in the sky. Then, an unparalleled aura suddenly came!

It seems to be able to destroy everything and crush the world!

President Song's face turned pale, and he tried his best to activate his artistic conception.

And behind him, the noble aura that descended also burst into dazzling light, which merged with his artistic conception.

"The Master said: I will think of the wise."

As President Song finished his words, his momentum suddenly increased, reaching a point where he could match the poetic ghost Lu Xuanji.

"Boom~~"

"Bang!"

The artistic conceptions of the two sides collided, making a violent vibration!

It is not as affectionate as in literary fights, but a real life-and-death magic duel.

Both sides tried their best to activate the spiritual energy, and no one dared to hold back.

"boom!"

Immediately afterwards, Lu Xuanji continued to fall down with the power of rules, and that space was directly smashed and collapsed, and even a broken turbulence in space and time appeared!

President Song's face changed again and again. He never expected that with the blessing of the rules of the formation, he could not stop it!

“Buzz~~”

A bell rang out, and a bronze bell appeared from Dean Song's hand and slowly flew over the sky.

The bronze ancient bell exuded a simplicity of vicissitudes of life. The moment it appeared, a strange wave suddenly spread over the entire academy.

Ancient words kept flying out of the bronze bell and then fell into the body of President Song.

For a moment, President Song's temperament became more ethereal and mysterious, like a god descending from the sky.

He raised the ruler in his hand, pointed to the artistic conception of covering the sky above, and shouted: "Traitor of the Confucian Sect, you colluded with immortals to exchange for the rules of the way of heaven and violated the promise of sealing the sky. Today, I, Mr. Song, will kill you on the spot!"

Everyone changed their colors. The poetic ghost broke through the upper three realms and took advantage of the power of the immortal?

Before I could think about it, as soon as I finished speaking, the ruler in Dean Song threw it into the sky.

A blue little man holding a ruler appeared in the air.

The appearance of this blue villain is almost no different from that of Dean Song.

However, the aura of this green villain is several times stronger than that of the previous President Song!

The little cyan man murmured in his mouth,

"The Master said: I heard the truth in the morning and died in the evening!"

Holding the ruler in his hand, he suddenly waved at the "aging" artistic conception of the poetic ghost above his head.

When the two collided, a violent roar suddenly made, and a powerful energy fluctuation quickly spread around the center of the two.

"Puchi, puchi~"

President Song and the blue villain actually spit out blood under the impact of this powerful force.

"boom!"

With a deafening sound, the figures of President Song and Lu Xuanji retreated together.

The aura of the poet Lu Xuanji became depressed, and it was obvious that he was not intact.

President Song was even more miserable. He was directly shaken by the aftermath of energy, smashed countless hard walls and barely stabilized his body.

However, at this moment, President Song did not have the previous momentum of high spirits, just like an old man in his twilight years.

"Sixty years ago, you joined forces with those who wanted to kill me, but I escaped by chance. Now I have received guidance from the immortals to achieve the great way. You said you can die in the morning and hear Dao in the evening. Since you have seen my Tao, then you can die today!"

The poetic ghost roared to the sky, and the artistic conception enveloped his head, evolving countless separations and reunions in the world, as if hundreds of years passed by in the blink of an eye.

The hundreds of people below had different expressions. Some prayed that Cui Xiang would return quickly when he saw the situation here. Some were waiting for Haoran Academy to take action, while some had already begun to escape.
To be continued...