Chapter 732 Great Sage, Great Victory

After killing the three people of Xuanwei, Ci Song seemed to have been drained of all his strength. He was half-kneeling in the void, breathing heavily. The breath on his body also became sluggish, and the phantom of the great sage turned into It also started to become unreal.

Seeing this, Yao Yu grinned with a playful smile, and then continued to transmit messages to Ci Song, saying: "My little friend, please continue to accompany me to finish this scene."

After saying that, a red light condensed in its hand, and it shot directly towards Ci Song.

"Shu Zi, you dare me!"

At this moment, Zhao Qing, who was originally standing on the pass, saw this and shouted angrily. The Confucian shirt on his body moved without any wind, and a majestic aura spurted out of his body and shot straight into the sky.

At the same time, the pass under his feet also began to shake. Above the pass, bricks and stones flew horizontally, and a dark gray light of talent soared into the sky from the pass and flew into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the light of talent condensed into a phantom behind Zhao Qing. The phantom was thousands of feet tall and exuded terrifying pressure. It was exactly what Han Sheng's phantom looked like.

Zhao Qing took one step forward and came to Ci Song. He turned around and looked at the red light that was coming. With a wave of his sleeves, a gray light flew out of his sleeves and directly bombarded the red light. . boom!

There was a loud noise, and the gray light and red light dissipated at the same time.

Upon seeing this, Yao Yu had a solemn look on his face, and he quickly dodged to avoid Zhao Qing's majestic momentum, and then shouted to the army below: "The immortal envoy is dead, this pass is difficult to attack, and the troops will withdraw thousands of miles away!"

After saying that, Yao Yu's figure turned into a stream of red light and fled into the distance.

After hearing Yao Yu's order, the demon army retreated like a tide, and within a moment, they disappeared into the vast Gobi.

When Zhao Qing saw this, he did not chase him. Instead, he turned around and looked at Ci Song, who was half-kneeling in the void behind him, with a worried look on his face. Before he could speak, he saw a stream of light flying to Ci Song's side. The person who came was none other than Yan Wen.

Yan Wen supported Ci Song and asked anxiously, "Junior Brother Ci, are you okay?"

Just as Ci Song was about to speak, he saw that the Fish Leaping Dragon Gate Pendant on his waist had lost its light, and the aura on Ci Song's body completely disappeared. The shadow of the Great Sage on his body also dissipated, and the golden cudgel in his hand changed again. For the glazed cloud-patterned golden pole and stick.

A mouthful of blood spurted out from Ci Song's mouth, and his whole body became extremely weak.

"Junior Brother Ci!"

Yan Wen exclaimed and quickly transferred his talents into Ci Song's body, hoping to maintain Ci Song's vitality.

Seeing this, Zhao Qing quickly took out a pill from his arms, but when he wanted to put it into Ci Song's mouth, Ci Song's vitality had completely dissipated.

"Junior Brother Ci!"

Yan Wen hugged Ci Song and shouted loudly, but Ci Song had no breath at this moment. His eyes were wide open and his face was full of unwillingness.

"The power of the poetry vision is too majestic, and the poet died due to the backlash of the poetry vision."

Zhao Qing looked at Ci Song with a sad face and said to himself.

Just when Yan Wen was sad, Ci Song's figure turned into golden energy and disappeared in front of his eyes.

The next moment, Ci Song's figure suddenly appeared in the center of the pass square, and his consciousness gradually returned, "It turns out that death feels like this, but I don't want to feel this feeling anymore."

Ci Song moved his body and checked his physical condition. He found that he had no injuries and was full of talents. Even the talent of Yu Yulongmen Pei Nei was completely restored.

Then he flew to the pass of Tianguan, raised his hands to Zhao Qing and the scholars of Tianguan outside the pass, and said: "Master of the pass, Senior Brother Yan, Ci Song has fulfilled his mission and successfully repelled the alien race."

The Tianguan literati who were still immersed in the sadness of Ci Song's passing looked towards the pass after hearing Ci Song's voice. When they saw Ci Song standing there intact, they came back to their senses. Thinking of Ci Song and this group of new students who are blessed by saints, they are inherently immortal.

Because of the strength and courage shown by Ci Song, they subconsciously regarded Ci Song as a Tianguan literati like them, and that's why they were saddened by his passing.

"Junior Brother Ci!"

Yan Wen looked at Ci Song on the pass and shouted excitedly. As he said that, he flew to Ci Song's side and punched him directly in the chest.

"You kid, you really scared me to death."

Ci Song was punched by Yan Wen, and he rubbed his chest pretending to be in pain, and then replied: "Didn't I say before that I have an immortal body and can be resurrected in Tianguan even if I die? It's you who He had a tragic look."

Speaking of this, Ci Song looked closely at Yan Wen's face and said with a smile: "Hey, who said that Tianguan scholars would rather bleed than shed tears? Why do we, the fair-faced scholars who 'talk lightly about world literature', shed tears? Full face?"

"screw you!"

Yan Wen was a little embarrassed by Ci Song's remarks, so he kicked Ci Song away from the pass.

When Ci Song saw this, he quickly dodged and flew back to the pass, with a smile on his face.

Zhao Qing looked at the two people making a fuss, and a smile appeared on his old face, "Young friend Ci, you are really my lucky star at the seventh pass."

After saying that, he turned to the messenger behind the pass and ordered: "Go down and hold a banquet to cleanse the dust of little friend Ci. In addition, report little friend Ci's deeds to Tianguan and ask for credit for little friend Ci!"

Hearing Zhao Qing's words, the literati around him raised their hands in congratulations, with expressions of admiration on their faces.

"Congratulations, Junior Brother Ci!"

"Junior Brother Ci is mighty!"

"..."

Calls of congratulations rang out at the pass. Seeing this, Ci Song bowed to everyone and thanked them.

In this battle, it can be said that Ci Song repelled all the alien armies with his own strength. This achievement is enough to make him famous in Tianguan and become the deputy master of a pass.

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At this moment, in the Master's Hall, Ran Qiu and Chen Xintong were sipping tea while watching Ci Song's performance in the Shentong Fantasy World.

"The golden monkey raised his thousand-pound stick, and the jade sky cleared the dust for thousands of miles. This Ci Song's talent is really not inferior to his father."

Ran Qiu took a sip of tea and said softly.

Chen Xintong agreed when he heard this, "Indeed, Ci Song is a natural talent. If this poem is recognized by heaven and earth, his talent will be enough to make Ci Song a literary giant."

Speaking of this, Chen Xintong suddenly remembered something and asked Ran Qiu, "Teacher, the students who were assigned to the same level as Ci Song have already learned that Ci Song has the blood of the immortals. Should I erase their memories?"

Ran Qiu put down the teacup in his hand and sighed softly, "Erase it. If the life experience of this child is known to the world, it will cause turmoil and disrupt our plans. Those guys from the Yin-Yang family will also target Ci Song. At that time, it will be very troublesome."

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