RPAGF Chapter 321 Banners Slay Yama
Chapter 321 Banners Slay Yama
Chapter 321 Ten Thousand Banners Slay Yama
On the field, the battle was fierce and evenly matched, and the people below were all stunned. They stared at Ye Ru without ever shifting their gazes, and even failed to notice the three young men in brocade robes who appeared next to some of them.
"Huiqing Palace has really bitten off more than it can chew this time. Although the 'White Horse is Not a Horse' theory is very powerful, with this Jinwen script that has a wide range of destructive power, even the most powerful can only be restrained."
One of the young men smiled slightly and said.
"Meng Yun, as the foremost of the Four Great Talents, can you tell who has a greater chance of winning this literary contest?"
Another young man said.
"We don't know yet. Huiqing Palace hasn't fully unleashed its power, and neither has Ye Ru. However, I always feel that Ye Ru is stronger. The pressure he exerts on me is much greater than that of Huiqing Palace. Ying Lei, how is the exploration of the Holy Path going?"
Meng Yun pondered for a moment, then turned to Ying Lei and spoke.
"Oh, I've heard that there's a huge secret chamber within the Holy Road, containing many mysterious objects. However, due to its antiquity and the restrictions imposed upon it, only those below the Jinshi level can enter. Because of the rotation of the Wenqu Star and the recent imbalance of Confucian and Taoist talent, this Holy Road, while located here, is also distributed in other places. In other words, this time, people from other countries will likely be entering the Holy Road..."
At this point, Ying Lei took a deep breath, paused for a few seconds, and continued:
"Even members of the demon race, the monster race, and the dragon race will go in."
"No way, wouldn't that mean it'll be a case of the brave prevailing when they meet on a narrow path? Besides, our human race isn't united, and the demon race is full of tricks. The people they send out will definitely be the elite of their race."
Mo Xun's eyes widened in shock. If that were the case, wouldn't the treasures on the Holy Road be shared equally with other countries?
"That's the truth, but there's no other way but to bite the bullet and go for it. We four great talents have four spots, plus some senior students, so maybe we can collect all those treasures. A gentleman loves wealth, but he acquires it in a proper way. But it also depends on what kind of way. For a treasure-hunting operation like this, there's no need to follow the teachings of Confucius."
Meng Yun shook his head and said.
Having read so many pre-Qin classics, he also realized that if he blindly followed the classics of the pre-Qin sages, he would probably achieve nothing. If that were the case, he might as well be a rebel. Theoretical knowledge is ultimately not something that can be applied to gain a foothold in this Confucian and Taoist continent.
Only by establishing one's own unique perspective can one achieve lasting stability.
"Look, Huiqing Palace has actually been suppressed."
At this moment, Ying Lei looked at the literary arena, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, and said.
On the platform, the raging fire of the incinerator had completely engulfed the area, and a scorching heat swept outwards, causing people to break out in a sweat.
"Damn it, how can the power of this golden script be so formidable..."
Sweat poured down Huiqing Palace's face, and he looked extremely pale. He couldn't understand how a mere student could contend with him, a successful candidate in the imperial examinations, and how the other party could beat him so badly that he was completely powerless to fight back.
"Brother Hui, you're not up to the task."
Ye Ru's eyes turned slightly cold as he looked at Huiqing Palace and said calmly.
'Hmph, I don't believe it!'
Huiqing Palace's eyes were filled with killing intent, and his talent surged out continuously, forming a huge winged horse in the sky.
This Pegasus was entirely white, enormous in size, and exuded a vast aura that swept outwards, giving people an extremely unsettling feeling.
"Tianma Waterfall!"
Huiqing Palace pointed to Ye Ru. Behind the celestial horse, an extremely large waterfall appeared. Within the waterfall, the river water surged and finally transformed into countless sharp conical spikes, aimed at Ye Ru.
"The Heavenly Horse Waterfall, this must be the ultimate power of the White Horse is not a horse. I didn't expect Huiqing Palace to have such a hidden skill."
Ying Lei narrowed his eyes slightly, a look of seriousness flashing across them, and said.
"Hmm, it seems you can't beat him. He's in third place, which is just right."
Meng Yun smiled lightly and teased.
"Hmph, if it were a real fight, he might not be able to beat me. Don't forget, his talent is at the bottom among the Four Great Talents. If it weren't for the famous saying 'A white horse is not a horse,' I, the winner, would not have lost to him."
Ying Lei snorted coldly and said.
"Ye Ru, this is the ultimate power of my School of Names, White Horse is Not a Horse, Heavenly Horse Waterfall. Once the waterfall is unleashed, it will inevitably kill people. If you don't want to die, then obediently go back to your Yingtian Academy and don't come to the Holy Road to embarrass yourself. Otherwise, I'll take your life with a single cone!"
A chilling voice echoed from Huiqing Palace, lingering in the sky and drawing the attention of many to Ye Ru.
"Brother Hui's White Horse is not a horse, it has become so amazing that he has even learned the Heavenly Horse Waterfall... It seems that Ye Ru is in a bit of trouble."
"It's not just uncertain, he might even lose. After all, the famous 'White Horse is not a Horse' is no benevolent person."
Many people whispered among themselves, all wanting to see if Ye Ru, who had been so arrogant before, could actually withstand the Heavenly Horse Waterfall this time.
"Let's give it a try. I'd like to learn some secret techniques from the masters."
With a slight smile, Ye Ru took a step forward, and his clear shout echoed throughout the world. Then, he took a deep breath, and a sheet of Xuan paper appeared in front of him.
"Is he going to write a poem? Seriously? What kind of time is this? He's still thinking of using a poem to stop the other side?"
Meng Yun's lips twitched slightly. Under these circumstances, writing poetry was the most unwise choice.
"Maybe this guy wanted to show off a little before he died."
Ying Lei said calmly.
Ye Ru exhaled, and a silver light flashed between his brows. With a single stroke, the book's essence spread out.
"The power of the mind? No wonder, possessing the power of the mind can reduce the speed of writing poetry by one-third."
At this point, Meng Yun suddenly realized what was going on.
"What is the meaning of being beheaded today? Starting a business is difficult and involves many battles."
As soon as the two lines of poetry were written, countless eerie winds suddenly swept out from all around, carrying a chilling aura.
"A strange phenomenon? No way."
A flicker of shock crossed Shen Ming's face, and he murmured to himself.
Not only Shen Ming, but even Chen Tianjian looked quite surprised.
"On this journey to the netherworld, we will summon our old comrades, and with ten thousand banners, we will slay Yama, the King of Hell."
As soon as the poem was completed, countless yin winds suddenly condensed in the sky, transforming into countless yin soldiers. These yin soldiers held bone spears and seemed to have appeared from the deepest hell. Their eyes flashed with green flames, giving people an extremely eerie feeling.
If you look closely, there are at least tens of thousands of ghost soldiers standing in the sky.