The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

Chapter 474

"Wen ghost?" Nearly Wan Ruxiu expression moved.

Suddenly, among the nearly ten thousand Confucian cultivators, many Confucian cultivators turned beckoned, and one after another green light appeared in their palms.

As soon as the green light came out, it immediately rose into the sky and circled the Yongdian Square. Like countless ghosts flying around.

"This is?" Meow looked towards Dongfang Zhengpai.

"This is called Wengui. It is the wraith used by Confucianists with Haoran righteous baptism. After these wraiths were subjected to Haoran's righteous baptism, they lost their memories of the past and were taken in by Confucianists, which can sense the quality of some articles! "Dongfang Zhengpai explained.

"Meow, Wengui? Ruxiu still raises ghosts?" Meow was surprised.

"You can't be considered a ghost anymore. Without Ghost Qi, if you have a literary spirit, you can be a kind of demon pet!" Dongfang Zhengpai explained.

"meow!" Meow seems to understand but not understand.

In the distance, thousands of ghosts are flying, flying towards the stone tablet in all directions, as if feeling the attraction of the words of the stone tablet, surrounding them.

Wang Long also grabbed the brush.

Touched his beard faintly smiled and said: "In the past, old man traveled around the world with the teacher, passing by a mountain temple, had a feeling in the heart, I occasionally got Wensi, I hope you can comment together!"

Wan Ru held his breath and waited.

I saw Wang Long picking up a pen and writing on the stone tablet.

On the way of writing, the ghosts that originally surrounded the stone tablet of Sifang gradually flocked to Wang Long's place.

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The depths of Baiyun are called Zen habitat, so I visited Yunguan for a question. The dense snow buried the stream and the monk did not sweep, and Shaochun entered the tree and the birds sang.

The three quiet rooms are still there, and the yin is also fast for five years. It should not be far from Jiufeng, looking at Danti in the jade jungle.

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"Huh!"

"hong long long!"

violent wind erupted, all around looming clouds and mists.

Wang Long’s pen was shocked by wind and rain, and he immediately overwhelmed the Confucianism, and his righteous spirit rose to the sky. If the original Yongdian was a round of bright moon, the current Yongdian is a round of Hao. day.

In Giant Deer City, countless cultivators who did not come here were also awakened by the natural phenomenon at this moment. They all regretted and rushed towards this place.

Yongdian all around, more and more practitioners.

The pen was shocked by wind and rain.

It's not over yet, the original thousands of ghosts, suddenly gathered together to Wang Long's stone tablet.

"wū wū wū wū woo!"

"wū wū wū wū !"

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Amidst the sound of the wind, there is the cry of ghosts. The voice was very weak, but Wanru was very quiet at the moment, looking at the scene in surprise.

"The pen was shocked by wind and rain, and the poem became sobbing Ghost God!" Confucianism suddenly exclaimed.

"The writing is shocked by wind and rain, and the poem becomes Ghost God? The great scholar Wang Long, true, true...!" All the Confucian scholars suddenly did not know how to describe it.

When looking towards Wang Long, they all showed their fanatical worship.

As soon as this article is published, tonight's article will be pushed to Peak, and countless Confucian cultivation bases are full of enthusiasm.

The grand occasion!

"Be a big white!"

"What I did today, no regrets!"

"Daxian's seventy second disciple, as expected, the text can be moved God!"

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wind And rain, ghosts cry, praise, exclamation, Yongdian all around, noisy, all around The cultivators who came here were all moved.

The voice soared to the sky, and it became more and more desolate in the Dongfang Palace at this moment.

"Kuang!"