In the holy courtyard.
"Ahem... Mr. Jinglong, can this light curtain be moved closer? I can't see clearly." Zhang Poyue asked shamelessly.
The great scholars nodded one after another, and they admired the courage of Zhang Poyue, a tough guy, to ask a semi-saint at such a time. He was indeed a person from the country of seeking death, and he was led astray by Fang Yun.
"No." Wang Jinglong looked at Zhang Poyue expressionlessly.
Zhang Poyue smiled awkwardly.
The semi-saints could see it clearly, so the great scholars had to concentrate their talents on their eyes and watch carefully.
But no matter how hard they tried, in their eyes, Fang Yun and Zong Sheng were only the size of a bean and could not be seen clearly.
They couldn't even hear the conversation between the two saints, because they were in the starry sky, and the two saints were communicating with holy thoughts.
Some great scholars who were on good terms with each other secretly communicated with each other and formed differences.
Some people believe that Fang Yun’s holy thoughts are pure and he will win without a doubt, while others believe that although Fang Yun’s holy thoughts are pure, the total amount is insufficient and the final victory will belong to Zong Sheng.
Some people were discussing the Holy Body and the literary world, and it was difficult to come to a conclusion, but more people believed that Zong Moju won with a slight advantage, and even if Fang Yun failed, it would not be too tragic.
In the distant starry sky.
Zong Moju raised his head and said, "In this first battle, you go first."
Fang Yun smiled slightly and said, "As a junior student, I dare not make the first move when challenging you, sir."
“After all, the rules of this literary battle were set by me. You can make the first move in this test of holy thoughts.” Zong Moju said.
"Alright. My Holy Mind Attack has three levels, which I learned from the Emperor Clan, the Sea Diao Weng, and the Star Shepherd. Each level is better than the last. After this battle, I will select the parts that are suitable for the human race, compile them into a book, and give them to scholars all over the world to learn."
In fact, verbal sparring can also be considered a method of spiritual practice for humans, but it is not as good as that of the Sage.
"Please!" Zong Moju said politely.
In front of the light curtain of the Holy Temple, Wang Jinglong repeated Fang Yun’s words.
Fang Yun blinked, and the aura around him restrained. At this moment, Zong Moju's pupils suddenly contracted.
At this moment, Zong Moju found that Fang Yun suddenly turned into an extremely small dot, and everything in the world was swallowed up. His holy thoughts, vision, perception, thinking, etc. disappeared at that moment, as if they were also swallowed up.
Afterwards, the world around Fang Yun returned to normal.
A thousand-foot-long white statue of Fang Yun Shengnian appeared, sitting behind Fang Yun, with his head lowered, as if in deep thought.
Waves of spatial ripples spread out in all directions with Fang Yun as the center.
The stars faded and everything became dim.
In ancient and modern times, the heaven and earth were all in silence, only Fang Yun was bright.
The moment he saw Fang Yun, Zong Moju clenched his teeth, then loosened them in an instant.
He didn't expect that Fang Yun's holy thoughts were not only so pure, but also so vast.
The great scholars in the Holy Academy were all surprised when they saw the Holy Thought Fang Yun appear!
They could not see the vision in Zong Moju's eyes, nor could they truly feel that kind of power, but they could see that the planets in the solar system where the two saints were located changed their trajectories!
It felt like the sun in that starry sky was competing with Fang Yun for control of the planet!
The holy thoughts are like the sun, but it is just a metaphor. Who would have thought that Fang Yun, who is only a half-saint, can make this metaphor become reality!
This kind of semi-saint thought is unheard of and is the characteristic of the sub-saint thought!
"I'll see Kunlun."
Fang Yun said nothing, but the holy thought was chanting in a low voice.
The entire solar system suddenly went dark.
Because a translucent Kunlun Mountain, which is larger than the Kunlun Mountain on the Shengyuan Continent, appeared in the sky, covering most of the solar system!
Living on the top of the stars, suppressing all enemies!
"Not good!" Wang Jinglong shouted immediately.
But it was too late.
All the so-called great scholars who had not established their own country and the world trembled, bleeding from all their seven orifices, and collapsed to the ground.
No matter whether it was the great scholars in front of the holy temples or the great scholars who came from other ancient lands via projections, their cultivation was not enough and they all fainted.
The other great scholars also had faces filled with fear, with divine light flickering around their bodies, enveloped by the power of their country and the world.
"I was careless after all." Wang Jinglong said this with self-reproach. He waved his hand, and the divine light of the Holy Academy descended from the sky. The white beam of light once again enveloped all the great scholars.
However, in an instant, the injured scholar woke up. Even though he was treated by the terrifying power of the Holy Academy, he was still dizzy and looked at the light curtain blankly.
The towering Kunlun Mountain, which was so huge that it dominated all ten worlds, pressed down heavily.
Zong Moju had a stern expression. He took a deep breath and his spiritual body also appeared behind him.
His divine consciousness was only half of Fang Yun's, and its degree of refinement was far inferior to Fang Yun's. There was a faint trace of gray impurities in his holy consciousness.
Not only did those impurities not hinder him, but they lingered around him, making his spiritual thoughts even more bizarre.
Now it was Fang Yun's turn to look surprised, and then he looked as if he had suddenly realized something, as if he had figured something out.
The semi-saints in front of the temple all seemed to be thinking about something.
The great scholars could not understand it. They only saw that Zong Moju's holy thoughts suddenly expanded and rose rapidly, finally reaching two-thirds of Fang Yun's size.
This time, it was the turn of the great scholars to be surprised, because according to the records in the books, whether it was divine consciousness or holy consciousness, the power was fixed, and there was no secret method that could make the holy consciousness suddenly increase.
This Zong Mo Ju could actually make his holy thoughts surge at a time like this, but just this one thing was enough to overwhelm all the semi-saints!
In everyone's eyes, they could only see half of Zong Moju's body, but this holy thought was presented completely to everyone.
"All under heaven belongs to the king."
Mo Ju of the Shengnian Sect, who was nearly seven hundred feet tall, muttered to himself before spreading out his right palm upwards. Endless white light spots surged up from his palm like electric currents, forming one translucent building after another.
There is the Temple of Heaven for offering sacrifices to the heavens, the Temple of Earth for offering sacrifices to the earth, the Temple of Sheji for offering sacrifices to the gods and the land, the ancestral temples of the clans, and the Qing Dynasty ancestral temples...
Finally, those white spots of light formed a three-dimensional map of Qing Kingdom on Zong Moju's right palm.
A moment later, Mo Ju of Shengnian Sect spread out his left palm.
On his left palm, white light surged and electric light intertwined, forming a broken map of Shengyuan Continent. The map did not include Jing Kingdom, Kongcheng, or Qing Kingdom. The other countries were all in ruins, but it included the complete Kunlun Mountains.
"Five directions and five colors, return to the country!"
In ancient times, five-colored soil from various places was placed on the altar of state, representing that all land under heaven belongs to the king.
Mo Ju of Shengnian Sect placed the broken map of Shengyuan Continent in his left hand on top of the map of Qing Kingdom in his right hand.
boom…
The heaven and earth shook, and a translucent Shengyuan planet with a diameter of one hundred feet appeared in Zong Moju's right hand. Although it was broken everywhere, it exuded tremendous power.
There is a world in the palm of the Sage's hand.
Zong Moju threw it lightly, and the Holy Thought Planet rose into the sky like a firework, triggering dense space ripples, forming a dazzling light, spinning rapidly, rising, and rising!
Boom…
In front of the huge Kunlun, the Shengnian planet is like a sesame seed, but it still emits a long-tailed divine light and rises stubbornly.
The moment they saw the Holy Thought Planet flying up, all the great scholars had tears in their eyes.
The Miscellaneous School has always failed, but Zong Moju has never surrendered!