Start From Cultivation University

　　 The earth covered with twilight suddenly darkened, the horizon shining by the setting sun was instantly extinguished, and the haze descended, shrouding the entire Yushan, the entire Ancheng city, and the entire world in the shadow of the coming storm.

"what happens?"

　　 "Why is it suddenly windy? Is it going to rain?"

　　 Within a radius of tens of kilometers, people busy with the tasks at hand rushed to the window. What they saw was the overwhelming dark clouds covering the dome, and then the wind swept up without warning, stirring the grass and trees to swing like a dance.

　　 Suddenly someone screamed, picked up the phone on one side, opened the window and pointed towards Yushan in the distance: "Hey, look at the clouds over there!"

　　 At the place of his finger, the flowing haze is converging, like a whirlpool on the sea, in the whirlpool, there are electric lights flickering, something is ready to go, and the vague roar of the sky can be seen.

　　 What they didn't see was that right under the haze, it was the campus of Kunlun University.

　　 The gust of wind swept through, and the students who were active on the campus were fascinated by the wind and sand. One by one raised their hands to cover their eyes and shouted to each other in the wind.

The rustling conversation only started, and it was completely overwhelmed by a loud explosion-it was the thunder that shook the sky and the earth, like a huge war drum beating on the dark clouds, looked up, Several thunderbolt white lights rolled among the dark clouds, as if a dragon shuttled between the clouds.

　　 The students put down their hands covering their ears and stared blankly at the topping clouds. After the thunder had completely dissipated, someone finally reacted.

　　 "Could it be... the sky thunder?!"

　　Although they had been mentally prepared before, when they really faced this vision, these half-old children still couldn't help their legs become weak. And almost at the same time that this sound was yelled, the familiar notification sound rang in everyone's ears, Wuxin was conveying Wei Ze's words.

　　 "Attention all students, please note to all students, the time of crossing the catastrophe is approaching, and the thunder catastrophe is about to reach the sky above the campus. Please go back to the dormitory immediately to avoid being injured by the sky thunder. Repeat, everyone will go back to the dormitory immediately!"

　　 The conjecture was fulfilled. Anyone who heard the notice dared not neglect. The students who were scattered around the campus immediately gathered like a colony of ants out of a hole, and then flowed into the dormitory.

But no one went back to the room. Everyone climbed up to the upper floors, gathered on the balcony of the dormitory building, and squeezed their heads up and looked at each other. At this time, the light of thunder had spread all over the sky, as if to shroud the world in this cloud. under.

　　 This is the predecessor of the catastrophe. From the void, the power against this campus is about to emerge.

　　 "Is this Lei Jie... Then Teacher Wei..."

　　 Everyone who saw this scene was shocked, and subconsciously looked at the column of Shuge. There stood a white figure facing the wind, and the Taoist robe was flying up and down in the wind.

　　 "It's really here." Wei Ze squeezed the Longquan sword in his hand, turned around and said to Yan Ruyu behind the gate of Shuge, "Go ahead."

　　 "Natural." Yan Ruyu's answer came from inside the building, "Thunder Tribulation is not to be feared. Friends of the daoist will look at the old man's spellcasting."

As soon as 　　's voice fell, the originally gloomy book pavilion lit up.

　　 There is no light on, it is the no-number painting carved on the wall that shines. The pages of the psychic book trembled in the rays of light, and the whole attic filled the attic with a sea-like atmosphere. Yan Ruyu, whose eyes are closed, is floating in this literary ocean.

　　 "Huh...huh----"

　　 Amidst a golden light, Yan Ruyu suddenly let go of his closed eyes and groaned, with a strange voice, like shouting like a song, coming from a distance like a long wolf howling.

　　 Accompanied by his singing, overflowing spiritual power surged again, golden light gushing from the doors and windows of the book pavilion, flowing around the campus, dyeing the students' circle with bright colors.

　　The talisman paper scattered everywhere began to burn, and strange ghost painting talisman appeared on the ground. Hundreds of light spots extend and connect to each other, forming a big net that covers the entire campus, and the golden light that emerges becomes a light film covering it. At first glance, the campus seems to be buckled by a translucent giant umbrella. under.

　　 This is the real earth evil formation. The parts polished by the students are finally put together in front of them into a daunting metaphysical machine. At this time, the machine was running at full speed, protecting the campus and fighting against the might of heaven.

　　 There was another thunder, and the rolling electric light finally showed through the clouds, illuminating the overcast mountains and also reflecting Wei Ze's face. He leaned over a little, jumped up, and the moment he stepped onto the top floor, the first light of electricity passed through the sky and the earth, projecting the projection of all things into the sky.

"coming!"

Yan Ruyu in the book pavilion suddenly opened his eyes, his chest and arms widened, and the harsh singing echoed in the book pavilion.

　　 "The gale is rising—the clouds are flying! The Wiga and the interior—returning to the hometown! And the warrior—guard the four directions!"

　　 With the sound of "Song of the Great Wind" thousands of years ago, the erratic pictures of mountains and rivers suddenly scattered, and countless small golden characters splashed out, composing the full text of the poem in the air, circling and rolling up a fierce storm. The storm of literary words spread from the book pavilion, and it contaminated the earth evil formation outside the building. It caused this formation to surging together, connecting with the thunder light that was smashed, like two giant pythons tearing in the air.

　　 "Shoot the white-fronted tiger in Zhongshan, willing to count the yellow beards under Ye Xia-fought three thousand li in one body! One sword once blocked a million divisions!"

　　 "Veteran's Walk" sounded, and there was a sonorous rumbling in the storm, as if there were thousands of troops galloping in it. The sky thunder in the see-saw gradually fell apart, being torn into pieces of thunder light scattered all over.

　　 "This is Wensheng... It is really true that the writing is based on the Tao and the writing is the strength."

Standing on the platform ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, at the place closest to the sky, Wei Ze fully captured the scene of the confrontation between the sky and the sky: Yan Ruyu's defensive circle resolved the predicament of the catastrophe, which was in line with expectations. . And the next Zheng Lei will be picked up by him.

　　 turned out with one hand, several spells already prepared were already in his palm, he raised his head and waited quietly.

　　 At the same moment, in the book pavilion, Yan Ruyu faces up to the sky and speaks loudly. The last poem rushes out, seeming to be more shocking than the thunder——

　　 "I am smiling from the side knife to the sky, and go and save the two Kunluns!"

　　 The last word used to finish is actually "The Wall in Prison" of the Qing Dynasty. Obviously, this is a new word he learned from that Chinese textbook. Accompanied by the roar, the golden literary spirit reached its peak, the mask spread, and the lightning that was fighting against it was actually intercepted in the air.

　　 And this scene falls in front of the stage and observes the eyes of the students, it is like a huge boulder that shakes the heart.

　　 This is the result of their learning. The magic circle drawn out by them stroke by stroke is now fighting against Heaven!

Unconscious screams erupted from the dormitory building. They all saw Wei Ze's figure in the light of that day. In the reflection, the figure was motionless as a mountain, and there was not the slightest uncertainty in their imagination-this is bound to be overcome. Success, this is the highest ritual and test in the world of cultivating immortals, and they will have to witness this moment!

　　 "I didn't expect... just those small magic circles can be so strong together..." Someone among the crowd murmured in shock.

"That's not it! It's also thanks to Brother Xiao and the others for helping us connect our respective magic circles. Otherwise, this kind of effect is impossible." Someone immediately answered his words, and the speaker showed off proudly. Then suddenly something happened.

　　 "Huh? Where did Brother Xiao go?"