blenderwars Chapter 231: Literary Aura Fifteen Feet, Zero Points
Chapter 231: Literary Aura Fifteen Feet, Zero Points
"So that you all know that although it is a literary competition and although points are accumulated, the four competitions of poetry, painting, music, and chess are carried out at the same time."
"This space is originally a chess game set by me, and you are all chess pieces."
As he spoke, the Niluan Immortal waved his robe, and the dense fairy rules surged. The hazy clouds and mist surged. The entire space underwent wonderful changes, and criss-crossing lines of rules emerged, forming a huge chessboard.
On the other side of the chessboard, thousands of restrictions were created, and shadows of Godfiend appeared on the crisscrossing nodes.
Just like the previous visions that Jiang Xuan slashed with his sword, the ferocious gods with three heads and six arms, the devil who smiled while holding a flower, the Buddha drinking blood from his hair, the Divine Maiden with her breasts exposed...each one was wrapped in a strong evil spirit, just like... One sunspot after another.
And every Prodigy, standing Xianyun, has become... the white piece in this chaotic chess game.
"Reverse the chess game and tamper with life. You are in the chess game. As chess pieces, you need to use poetry, painting, and music as means to break the game."
"I will give you corresponding scores based on the level of your poems, paintings, and movements. Your level of breaking the game will also be given corresponding scores. Each item is worth ten points."
Immortal Niluan waved his hand, triggering the rules of Immortal Rhythm, giving birth to streaks of bright rays of light, like brilliant meteors, flying towards the fairy clouds where all the monsters were standing, and turned into desks, with pens, inks, paper and inkstones appearing on them.
"You have three sticks of incense to prepare."
At this time, Immortal Niluan suddenly walked down from the sky, and his figure gradually became ethereal and blurry, as if he had merged into the chess game of Niluan.
The entire dense space continued to roar, the counter-chaos chess game trembled violently, endless mysterious rules surged, and the world suddenly changed, turning into a... broken battlefield!
The yellow sand is long, corpses are piled up, desolate and silent, and under the dusk, the wails of death are everywhere.
On the other side of the battlefield, Godfiend stood in the sky with a cruel smile on his face.
The naturally diffused atmosphere of terror and chilling evil spirit is captivating.
"The Godfiend has arrived, and disaster is approaching. You are the heroes of the world. Can you turn the tide, save all living beings from the fire and water, and help the Great Xia collapse?" The voice of the Immortal Niluan sounded out of thin air, a little more heavy and tragic.
"Countdown, start."
All the monsters looked solemn and started quickly.
But it is obvious that many evildoers have never studied the arts and have no way of starting.
I couldn't help cursing secretly in my heart, what the hell kind of assessment is this? !
Can it be replaced by force?
Each of them has a better chance than they do now!
Even Zhao Fuyao, Nangong Fengtian, and the third prince Ming Xiang were frowning at this time, feeling doubly difficult. How could they break this chaotic chess game with poems, paintings, and music?
How to break it?
Letting them compose poetry, paint, and play music is no problem, but if they have never practiced literature, how can they form an effective force to deal with those Godfiend shadows?
Disaster!
It's hard!
Ming Kong saw everyone's reactions in his eyes, and a smile appeared on his lips.
Immortal inheritance and immortal treasures were originally his personal belongings. The accidental leakage and exposure really made him quite uneasy. But now it seems... it turned out to be a beautiful thing unexpectedly. This time he can easily show off to others. , build momentum for yourself!
After all... he has conducted several assessments, has made many preparations, and is now confident.
Immediately, Ming Kong directly picked up his pen and started composing poetry.
This is a poem that he spent a piece of Taoist medicine and asked Venerable, a literary master, to personally tailor it for him.
The wolf hair dipped into the ink, and its own spiritual power and the Great Dao rules converged on the tip of the pen, forming a faint golden glow. When the pen was written on the rice paper, a ten-foot-high glow suddenly appeared, and the brilliant brilliance illuminated the dim battlefield.
Everyone couldn't help but look sideways, surprised, so fast?
"Have you been prepared?"
Everyone had speculations, and suddenly felt helpless. Wen Dao and the others had too little involvement and could not compete with them. Seeing the immortal inheritance and immortal treasures right in front of them, easily accessible, but unable to do anything, this feeling... is really not good.
Soon, the poem was composed and Mingkong waved it out.
The rice paper is hanging in the air, and the poem is presented in front of everyone.
It is a seven-character rhyme, and every character exudes golden brilliance.
Buzz——
Literary rules appeared out of thin air, Literary Aura poured into them, and poems suddenly changed, giving birth to magnificent visions.
A magnificent palace with a dragon chair in it.
Ming Kong, dressed in a dragon robe, is tall and majestic, sitting high on a dragon chair, looking in all directions!
"Poetry becomes a vision, Literary Aura is ten feet long and divided into seven parts."
High in the sky, Immortal Niluan's heavy divine voice sounded, scoring him points.
"Seven points..."
Mingkong's eyes flashed slightly. His score was not high, but he was satisfied. After all...his highest score in the past few times was only three points.
Immediately, Ming Kong continued to pick up the pen and started painting.
He only had three sticks of incense to prepare, so he couldn't waste it. He had to create the scroll and the music as soon as possible. If he succeeded in all three, he was confident that he could kill those Godfiend shadows and successfully break the game!
"Poetry becomes a vision, Literary Aura is ten feet long, only seven points?"
Everyone was stunned, and their hearts sank even more. The score evaluation was more stringent than they imagined.
As a result, everyone began to invest in creation. Although the possibility of winning was slim, they still had to give it a try.
After burning most of the incense, most of the poems were written.
Literary rules manifested, and Literary Aura was poured into these poems one after another, but few visions were born, and the Literary Aura that was born did not exceed one foot. Even Gu Changge's poems only evolved into a few golden flowers. Vision, gave birth to Literary Aura three feet long, and gained two points.
Nangong Fengtian's pen moves the dragon and the snake, and the poem becomes a big dragon, which attracts the Liuzhang Literary Aura to pour in and gets four points.
Zhao Fuyao waved his ink into a star, which transformed into a star, hanging high in the sky. The starlight was so bright that it attracted seven feet of Literary Aura to pour in, and he got five points.
The difference in scores between everyone and Ming Kong is very obvious, and they are not even enough to be a threat.
Seeing this scene, Ming Xiang's face became obviously gloomy.
He only got three points. Although this result was very poor, it was within his acceptable range. But what he couldn't accept was that there were so many monsters on the field, and none of them could surpass Ming Kong. If this continued, wouldn't the Immortal's legacy return to him again? In the hands of Ming Kong?
At this moment, Jiang Qiankun completed the painting.
What he is best at is painting, so he naturally puts it first.
When the scroll flew out, it was a majestic picture of mountains and rivers, with mountains and rivers surging, and the momentum was extraordinary.
The rules of literature emerged, and the fifteen-foot-long Literary Aura poured into it. The scene of the scroll suddenly appeared, with majestic peaks towering and a river roaring with rage, mixed with the heavy force of the earth, revealing a heart-stopping power. feeling.
"The scroll appears, Literary Aura is fifteen feet tall..."
"Fifteen feet Literary Aura?" Everyone was shocked and looked sideways at Jiang Qiankun with deep surprise. Unexpectedly... this person's score was actually better than the well-prepared Mingkong Divine Child!
Ming Xiang's eyes suddenly lit up. He was worthy of being the monster who overthrew the True God's Secret Realm. He actually created a fifteen-foot-long Literary Aura scroll!
Literary Aura is 15 feet tall. Isn’t the score just as high as the underworld?
Jiang Qiankun looked at the mountain and river map that he had poured into the fifteen-foot Literary Aura, and also showed a bright smile. Obviously, this immortal assessment... is his home field!
After he wins the first place in the assessment and obtains the immortal inheritance and immortal treasure, who dares to question the authenticity of the monster on the Hidden Dragon List? !
Even Ming Kong's movements were stagnant, and he glanced at the proud Jiang Qiankun, his eyes a little gloomy.
Immediately, the speed of painting became much faster.
The fifteen-foot-long Literary Aura's score is only one or two points higher than him at most. Once the other three scores come out, he can easily make up for it.
Everyone was eagerly awaiting, and some were curious about how many points the fifteen-foot Literary Aura would get.
However, it is very strange that Immortal Niluan did not immediately give a score after evaluating Jiang Qiankun's painting, as if he was repeatedly evaluating Jiang Qiankun's works.
Jiang Qiankun suddenly felt uneasy. Could there be any accident?
After a while, Immortal Niluan's voice sounded again. The divine voice was no longer heavy and sad, but instead seemed to be mixed with a bit of anger and frustration.
"Zero points!"