Dacheng Academy, Dacheng School.

Dachengxue is a sect of cultivation, but the cultivators in the sect have always regarded themselves as students, so their sect is also a academy.

The academy starts at the foot of the mountain, all the way up, along the four walls of the mountain, the hall, the house, the pavilion and the pavilion are exquisite or elegant, not like the Buddha and the Taoist Heavenly Sect that there are great halls and vicissitudes of life, nor is it like the mountain Neluowu that pays attention to the pursuit of nature and the pursuit of Lingxiu, Dacheng is not heavy, not light, it seeks one: elegant.

Readers are sad and compassionate, and have thousands of feelings, but they can't always throw away a 'Shuya' thought in happiness.

Dacheng School, clear scholar Linglong Garden, very beautiful place.

But now, where is there still half a 'Ya' word!

The sky was dark, the ground was dark, and the ink was billowing in all directions, and the scholars could not even tell whether the black 'thing' was fog, wind, clouds, or smoke. Only Mr. Zigui, Mr. Mu En, and a limited number of top masters in the academy can see the truth:

That 'thing' was nothing, it was just color, pure black.

Black stained with the wind so the wind changed into a black wind, black stained with clouds so clouds changed into dark clouds, black stained the world so the heavens and the earth did all the ink, three thousand miles of the world all turned black, only the center, Dachengxue, still retain the color that really belongs to them, and have not been infected by ink.

Not all of them are Dacheng. The Five Hundred Miles Academy has fallen for the most part, and the periphery of the Five Hundred Miles Academy has fallen, leaving only the last two hundred miles around

Two hours ago, a muffled sound suddenly erupted under the mountain where the academy was located. The five hundred miles of mountains shook for it, and then the ink color suddenly came, first infecting all directions and then converging to the center, and the angry tide annihilated the sky, and the momentum of the storm attacked Dachengxue!

The Great Seal of the Protector Sect was opened, and the purple gold spirit was used to protect the Academy, but after the incense burning, the Great Seal was completely collapsed by the ink.

Mr. Zigui sacrificed the heavy treasures of the academy and sprinkled gold stickers, and the golden seal of the Taoist Dao was like a brilliant firework, scattering and rushing into the ink and evil law to kill a mess, temporarily protecting the stability of the academy. In the academy, each 'Mr. Scholar' opens the guard array, and the guard array rotates on its own without the need for a repairer. Then the gentlemen led the disciples in front of the seat to retreat in an orderly manner. Go to the top of the mountain, the core of the academy: the Zhengqi Pavilion.

An hour later, the power of the sprinkled gold patch gradually dissipated, but the ink offensive became more and more ferocious. Layers poured into the academy. The school halls and pavilions once again exuded a purple and gold spirit. The power of the Benlu Protective Array bloomed, and each of them intercepted and killed the ink color for the battle.

It's a pity that the ink color is strong. It was difficult for the peripheral houses to persist for too long, and they were invaded one by one, and after more than half an hour, most of the academy fell, leaving only the last two hundred miles of mountains and two hundred miles of courtyards.

However, although the battle was abrupt and the ink offensive was strong, Dachengxue had been well prepared in the past few hundred years, and the three rounds of protection of the big seal, heavy treasure, and small array rose one after another, and the most critical 'time' was obtained, and the students of the sect retreated in an orderly manner, and the casualties were not large.

It's just two hours later, when Mose has captured all the five hundred miles of Dachengxue, where will the surviving people be at this moment!

In the first two hours, Mr. Mu En, the most powerful man in the academy, rolled his sword in his left hand and entered the Dacheng School in seven out of seven, patrolling the ink color in order to find the enemy chief who cast the spell, but the ink color was strange and suppressed the spiritual sense. On weekdays, Mr. Mu En's mind can be used to travel thousands of miles with true knowledge, and every insect and grass can be seen; this time, in the ink, the spiritual sense and true knowledge can only be found out of a hundred zhang at most.

Mu En's seven trips were in vain

"He Yue Academy has fallen. ”

"The Yang Tooth Pavilion has fallen. ”

"The two courtyards of the mountain tongue and the fox pen have fallen. ”

The disciples on the top of the mountain and in the Zhengqi Pavilion who were responsible for supervising the situation of the imperial guards were constantly reporting, but there was no good news.

The name is 'Pavilion', it is actually a house, a huge house, and the seven thousand disciples of Dacheng School are all in it, and it is not crowded at all, and everyone's eyes are looking at the head.

The war was unfavorable, but Mr. Zigui's face was calm. Is there really no way back?

There is a magic circle in front of the pavilion, which leads directly to the ancient city of the desert, and you can go at any time if you want to go; there is a king in the pavilion, and the scholar hides the soldiers with a scroll, and then asks the king to carry the scroll with a sword, and there is a good chance to break out of the ink shroud; even if the scholar is angry, pays attention to learning in the person, and would rather die than retreat, he can also ask for help from other sects, but Mr. Zigui does not go, does not retreat, and does not ask for help.

The scholar's temperament is right, he would rather die than retreat, but it is not the real university to do it, so he does not retreat because he does not need to retreat, so he does not ask for help just because he does not need reinforcements, Dachengxue still has the power to fight, and Dachengxue still has the power to kill the enemy, break the enemy, and win this battle!

Zigui looked at a few brothers of the same generation, or the robe was full of splendid momentum like Hanlin on the spot, or described as handsome and elegant, free and easy, like a full of learning, or the eyebrows were sour and the clothes were old, such as the old talent, a group of old men met Zigui's gaze, all smiling and nodding;

Zigui looked at the group of elite sons and nephews of the younger generation led by Mu En, the children looked forward to joining hands to salute, and then looked at the seven thousand students in the pavilion, all of them bowed, smiling, and looking forward to it, with grief and anger on their faces due to the heavy losses caused by the attack on the sect, but there was even more excitement in their eyes because they were about to launch a counterattack and hit the enemy hard!

In the pavilion, there are 7,133 students of Dacheng School, standing very casually, not in a row but in a formation that seems to be scattered, but in fact it is scattered, if you pull the line of sight up and then pull it up, you can see that the position of the 7,000 students is eleven big characters:

Positive, positive, positive eleven straight words!

The "positive" of the totem, the "positive" of the pictogram, the "positive" of the oracle bone, the "positive" of the heavenly sacrificial vessel in ancient times from ancient times to the present, the two rivers and the Eastern Tuhan family originated to the present, and the eleven kinds of writing seals and writing methods of orthography.

Eleven positive in the righteous pavilion.

Protecting the mountain seal, sprinkling gold stickers, and small formations in each hall, under the spell are treasures, painstaking efforts, and the spiritual stone wealth and vast manpower accumulated by the sect from generation to generation, and what is fought for is to give students time to 'write' these eleven 'positive' words in the righteous pavilion.

Now that the words are written, Mr. Zigui smiles: "Let's start." As he spoke, he raised his hand, and the plaque hanging high on the Zhengqi Pavilion was beckoned by him as if it were in his hand.

The plaque is a spiritual object, and it shrinks sharply on the way to flying, and when it falls into the hand, it has become a calligraphy school that is more than a foot long and three inches wide.

Zhengqi plaque on the Zhengqi Pavilion.

This plaque has no title, no inscription, no chapter, no seal, only one line of large, two lines of small three crosses. The big characters are eye-catching, the plaque is clearly visible when it is hung high, but the two lines of small characters are light and shallow, it is difficult to perceive, the plaque is huge when it is still small, and the sign has become smaller at the moment, and those small characters are even more difficult to see.

But it doesn't matter, Mr. Zigui doesn't need to look at it, he holds the plaque with his left hand, and gently groped on the plaque with his right hand, and after a while, he suddenly spoke: "You"

Just say one word, the voice is long, when he falls, the senior brother next to him is Mr. Ying, the old pedant's eyes are half-closed, his jaw is slightly raised, reading and singing is their enjoyment: "You"

Mr. Prisoner sang down, Mr. Jiang Ji said: "I"

Then Mr. Togath sang again: "Heart"

After Mr. Dong Hat, Mr. An Le spoke, without the free and easy tone of the previous senior brothers, and without the Qingyue Langlang of the same door in front of him, Mr. An Le's eyes widened, and his voice was like thunder, one word: "Sad!"

Yo my heart is sad!

After a pause, the sixth gentleman, the seventh gentleman, and the eighth and ninth gentlemen spoke one after another, resuming the long tune, bright and cheerful, and continued to sing Mr. Mu En's last word of this sentence word by word, and the thunder in his mouth rose again, rushing to the sky and falling to the ground to shake all directions, and exploded: "Extreme!"

The sky is full of joy!

After that, the song was louder, and all the overhauls of the Yuanshen realm in the pavilion sang in unison, the short sentence was calm, and the tune was free, except for the last word, like a giant axe drilling rock, a roar sonorous:

The philosopher's day is far away!

The punishment is in the past!

Surge forward. Purple clouds and golden wind, rising from the sea, rising from the abyss, rising from each other, after shaking the nine skies, the purple gold wind and clouds soared and surging mighty, from all directions of the Middle-earth world, swarming towards Dachengxue, but the singing in the pavilion did not fall, the singing in the pavilion suddenly loud, no longer the predecessors, masters, and overhauls did sing, and the seven thousand one hundred and thirty-three people under the Dacheng School all opened their mouths and sang the last two last crosses.

Wind eaves exhibition book reading!

The ancient road shines in color!

The righteous air song in the righteous pavilion, the wind eaves exhibition and reading, and the ancient road shines on the color.

Students read, students sing, students cultivate spirit in books, and students unfold books to judge gods and ghosts.

Mr. asked: How can you judge ghosts and gods?

The student answered: The spirit is purple and golden, and the thunder judgment comes from the clouds.

The ancient road shines in color, and at the moment when the last word is like thunder like an axe chisel, full of spirit and thunder, the purple gold wind and clouds that have gathered at the zenith suddenly bloom with thunder, slashing straight down from the sky, and slashing Moqin!

Flashing for three thousand miles, illuminating the world with a thunderbolt, a thunderbolt!

The rolling ink was slashed by the purple gold thunder, and it trembled suddenly. And the thunder does not stop, one after another, there are eleven orthography in the righteous qi pavilion, and there are eleven divine thunders in the purple gold cloud, and one after another blooms the power to split Moqin, only in a flick of the fingers, eleven blows are knocked down without interruption!

Ink is invisible, it is color, and thunder is invisible, it is spirit. Boom, rushing to the sky and falling to the ground, flicking his fingers to eleven thunders, flicking his fingers to the ink color collapse, all the scholars were at that moment, and they heard the series of miserable howls in the ink color.

The thunder had fallen, and the ink was scattered, but it had not dissipated, but it had been scattered, scattered, scattered within three thousand miles, clumps and heavy, wriggling and rolling, still wanting to be reunited;

After a heavy attack, and the law is not finished, looking at the situation under the mountain, Mr. Zigui laughed loudly: "Scholars should hold swords." ”

In the midst of laughter, Zigui drew his sword, the prisoner drew his sword, the east hat drew his sword, Mu En drew his sword, and seven thousand scholars drew their swords!

Scholars should hold swords, and the disciples in the pavilion should scatter, scattering for eleven formations.

Eleven orthography eleven formations, purple gold light wrapped, layers of sword qi rushing, Dachengxue eleven large arrays rushed down the mountain pavilion, each other two or three to protect each other, do a long attack on the enemy formation, sweep away the residual ink.

Where the word 'positive' passes, it is devastated, and the ink is shattered and dissipated.

This is a great school, a hall of scholars and local students, and it is not allowed to be presumptuous.

When Su Jing arrived at Dacheng School, he saw a formation of cultivators, holding swords to kill the enemy. (To be continued......)