Chapter 558 Pilgrims, Battle Star Ruins!

"Pilgrim?" This was the first time Zhong Chang had heard this title. He looked at his father curiously, wanting to find the answer.

"In simple terms, it is to forcibly use talent to empower them, so that they can temporarily have the power to enter the holy realm. This method was originally used for some literary masters who were about to end their lifespans and could not break through to the semi-saint realm. When they were close to the limit of their lifespans, they were empowered and forced to break through to the semi-saint realm, which was also a disguised extension of their lifespans. Although their lifespans were extended after the empowerment, and they also "transcended from the mortal world to the saint realm", in essence, they were still just mortals. After all, this empowerment was just an external object and could not be compared with one's own cultivation."

"Such people are called 'pilgrims'."

Zhong Bo spoke slowly, his eyes fixed on the Xingxu on the stage, "However, if you can cultivate your own talent to the same level as the empowered talent after this empowerment, there are still great benefits. Not only can you transform all the empowered talent into your own talent, you can even break through to the semi-saint realm again. However, it is extremely difficult to do these. "

"Later, this technique was favored by the Hall of the Forefathers. After hundreds of years of research, this technique can be used by literati of any realm. The aura exuded by the young man on the stage is the same as that of the pilgrim. His realm of literary masters is the result of his talent initiation."

After hearing Zhong Bo's explanation, Zhong Chang immediately asked: "What is the difference between this forcibly initiated literary master and a real literary master?"

"A literary master has passed the three questions of the Great Dao and is recognized by the saints. He has the power to summon the phantom of the saint. A real literary master can borrow a trace of holy power. Although the realm of the pilgrim is the same as that of the literary master, he only relies on his talent to support himself. Apart from the aura around him, he does not have the power that a literary master should have, and he cannot borrow holy power, so it is easy to distinguish. "

When Zhong Bo said this, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes. The star ruins on the stage had slowly risen to the air, and the yin and yang energies were constantly flowing around him.

Mo Yao was also shocked by the talent and cultivation displayed by Xingxu, but her movements did not stop at all. She was seen playing the Aomei Jade Flute. This time the song was full of aggression. Mo Yao's talent poured out from her flute and continued to bless Ci Song, causing Ci Song's aura to rise.

"Literary master's cultivation? No, the literary master's talent exuded by Xingxu is extremely unstable. This situation is very similar to the previous Fang Zhongyong. It seems that this Xingxu's talent and cultivation are also forcibly improved by external objects. In this case, I will not be polite."

Ci Song looked at Xingxu in the air, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. Then he took out the Wenyun Baozhu "seized" from Fang Zhongyong from his jade pendant, and then injected a trace of his own talent into it. Then Ci Song's cultivation began to rise.

The talent in his body, which had already merged into a ball, continued to expand under the blessing of this "Literary Orb", from the size of the original basin mouth to the size of a water tank. As the scale of the talent expanded, Ci Song's aura also climbed at a terrifying speed. In just a few breaths, he broke through to the Hanlin realm.

Xingxu in the sky saw the "Literary Orb" in Ci Song's hand, and a strange look flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect why Ci Song would also have a "Literary Orb" in his hand. Isn't this a calligraphy treasure used to temporarily improve the cultivation of literature and Taoism after their Yin-Yang family studied the real Literary Orb for many years and only imitated it in recent years?

Why did Ci Song have their Yin-Yang family's calligraphy treasure in his hand?

Although Xingxu had doubts in his heart, it was not the time to entangle this. He came here today with only one purpose, that is, to kill Ci Song at all costs.

"Yin Yang Dao Sheng Jue."

Xingxu made a hand gesture, and behind him, the Yin and Yang Qis swirled up like two giant dragons, sometimes intertwining, sometimes separating, making a low roar, shaking the surrounding space. As Xingxu's fingers flew, the Yin and Yang Qis gradually merged into one, turning into a deep purple energy that kept surging.

When Xingxu completed the last finger gesture, a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He pushed his hands upwards suddenly, and the deep purple energy instantly condensed into a huge Yin and Yang Tai Chi diagram, suspended in front of Xingxu.

The Yin and Yang Qis madly intersected and circulated in the Tai Chi diagram, making a piercing whistle, and then a dark hole appeared in the center of the Tai Chi diagram. This black hole exuded a strong suction force and distorted the surrounding space.

Xingxu continued to push his hands forward slowly, and the dark hole gradually expanded until it came in front of Ci Song.

"Swallow."

Xingxu shouted softly, and the dark hole instantly opened its mouth wide, pretending to swallow Ci Song.

Ci Song frowned slightly in front of the dark void. He also urged his own talent, and the cold sword in his hand burst out with endless coldness. At this moment, he decided not to hold back. Facing the literary master Xingxu, he had to fight with all his strength to have a chance of victory.

"No birds fly in the thousands of mountains, and no traces of people disappear in the thousands of paths..."

"The bow-backed sword shines on the frost, and the autumn wind rides out of Xianyang..."

"The flowers in the hall intoxicate three thousand guests, and the sword lights up fourteen states..."

"I will go to Quantai to recruit old subordinates, and kill Yan Luo with 100,000 flags."

Ci Song recited four war poems in a row. Every time he recited a poem, the surrounding talents cheered and jumped as if they had life, and their breath soared. With the recitation of these five poems, the momentum exuded by Ci Song was no weaker than Xingxu.

"The wind is whistling and the Yishui River is cold, and the warrior will never return once he leaves."

The Shuihan Sword flashed a faint blue light in Ci Song's hand. The tip of the sword pointed to the center of the black hole. In an instant, the black hole seemed to be torn apart by a powerful force. The cold air rushed in frantically, quickly freezing the edge of the black hole.

As Ci Song's sword energy continued to be injected, the black hole was finally completely frozen, and then it was shattered by Ci Song's Shuihan Sword. The black and white air gushed out like a tide. The broken hole did not disappear, but turned into a bunch of deep purple Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagrams that slowly rotated in the air, as beautiful and strange as a blooming lotus.

Xingxu faced the broken Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram, his expression was still as calm as water. Instead, he looked at Ci Song with deep eyes. With the surge of deep purple talent, the originally broken Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram began to slowly merge.

"Once the gate of heaven is closed, my way is infinite, all swords return to one, and Hongmeng returns to the origin."

Under the guidance of talent, the Yin-Yang poles gradually intertwined together to form a complete Tai Chi pattern. Then, the pattern suddenly turned into a huge purple sword a hundred meters long, the blade flashing with a faint purple light, the tip of the sword pointing directly at Ci Song below.

Xingxu looked down at Ci Song holding the Shuihan Sword, pointed his hand downwards, and whispered: "Hongmeng Purple Qi, cut!"

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