Chapter 568

Yan Chuan's poems and Fu are also exposed.

A great solemn and stirring atmosphere suddenly gushed out.

The atmosphere of great sadness and desolation, like a great storm, swept the whole assembly of pilgrimage to all immortals in an instant.

Although the immortals did not disappear, but around the same countless demons.

Mr. Wenruo's paintings seem to be around everyone.

"Help

"Heaven, help my son!"

"Mother! Help me

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The heaven and earth broke down, and the state of great suffering suddenly appeared around all the people. The original mood of devout pilgrimage was suddenly spared by the misery and disaster in front of them. For a time, countless practitioners showed a sense of desolation.

Piety, desolation, the two emotions suddenly collided together.

Yan Chuan's poems and Fu appeared.

Bitter, bitter, bitter!

Nine hardships in a row, I do not know how many people.

All the scholars of Julu academy suddenly looked at Yan Chuan's poems and Fu, and all of a sudden, they were shocked.

Four disasters around, and ten thousand immortals against the trend.

"This is an article comparable to the ten thousand immortals pilgrimage Fu. It's all amazing articles. We can't judge it any more!" Leyi said with a bitter smile.

"Yes, these two articles are beyond our knowledge. We can't judge and judge them!"

"Who is better?"

"I don't know who is better." Meng Ziqiu said with a bitter smile.

Bitter, bitter, bitter!

Nine bitterness appeared in succession, Sima Yuntian's face sank and he knew Yan Chuan's power. The breath of great sadness came to his face, and Mr. Wen ruo's paintings seemed to have entered the reality.

The heaven is bitter, the earth is bitter, the sun and moon are bitter, the common life is bitter, all the people are suffering, the way of heaven is bitter, the human nature is bitter, the world is bitter, and the heart is bitter!

Nine bitter, will be the original painting of the disaster performance incisively and vividly, great sorrow, great suffering, disaster, the catastrophe of life!

At the time of reading Yan Chuan's masterpiece, no one noticed the statue of Zhi Chen goddess behind everyone.

The statue of Zhi dust goddess, which was twice as high as the hundred saints, suddenly brought up two tears in her compassionate eyes.

The goddess statue of compassion, two drops of tears, slowly condensed, gradually sliding.

The statue of the goddess cried!

As if to see the disaster in the world, see the broken world, the collapse of heaven and earth, the statue of the goddess shed tears for it, tears for the world.

Zhi dust tears, originally excited trembling more than 100 saints, a time, suddenly stopped shaking.

The goddess weeps and the saints are still.

The lofty and upright Qi of the sky was collected in an instant, and the bright sky and earth suddenly became dark again.

Julu city also instantly restored night.

Haoran's righteousness was all retracted into the hundred saints' statues, as if the hundred saints could not exert Haoran's righteousness at all.

All saints are ashamed of the weeping of the goddess Zhi Chen. All are repenting for the weeping of Zhi dust goddess!

Bai Sheng suddenly takes back all Haoran's healthy qi, and immediately causes everyone to turn around.

"Cry, Zhi dust goddess cried!" I don't know who is the first one.

"Zhi dust goddess is to see the life and death, cry!"

"How can the statue cry? Why do you cry? "

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Almost everyone was shocked by the weeping of the goddess Zhi dust. Sima Yuntian also turned to see the two drops of tears falling from the air.

Those two tears, dripping down, seem to be telling something, as if in compassion for something, these two tears, Yan Chuan's nine bitter to the peak. These are two tears of sorrow!

In front of Zhi dust goddess's two drops of tears, the ten thousand immortals pilgrimage seemed so ridiculous that the hundred saints shamefully put away all the Haoran righteousness!

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