Chapter 2810 Divine Text
"Isn't this Ling Yun on the Tianyin List?"
"How can it be so weak?"
"Yeah, that's weird."
"..."
When Wei Linger heard this, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Ling Yun comforted him in a warm voice: "Ling'er, concentrate on writing every stroke, every stroke, and at the same time feel the eternal will suppressing you. Remember to calm down and ignore others."
"good."
Wei Linger said in a deep voice, Ling Yun's solemn gaze made her feel at ease.
Ling Yun closed his eyes and carefully understood the eternal will that enveloped him.
Suddenly, his world seemed to fall into dead silence.
Very quiet, not a trace of noise.
A moment later, Peng Haomiao had reached the fourth word, but Ling Yun still stopped in front of the first word.
Moreover, the word "高" in front of Ling Yun was only half written.
Peng Haomiao's face was filled with contempt and he said coldly: "Hmph, this kind of thing can actually be ranked on the Tianyin List? It's really ridiculous!"
After saying that, Peng Haomiao stopped paying attention to Ling Yun and walked straight forward.
After a long time, more and more people gave up, and only a handful of people could persevere.
They all gave up because they couldn't bear the eternal will.
However, Ling Yun and Wei Ling'er still stayed in front of the first ancient character.
Suddenly, someone in the crowd said: "Peng Haomiao has already begun to outline the fifth character."
At this moment, Peng Haomiao was surrounded by an astonishing storm of piano music. His slender and tall body remained motionless, and he only felt a strong willpower pouring into his mind.
Peng Haomiao smiled proudly, looked back at Ling Yun, and said coldly: "Ling Yun, what are you doing? Is this your talent? If you are still so stagnant, I'm sorry, I won't wait for you."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone around him changed slightly.
Peng Haomiao is actually waiting for Ling Yun?
Ling Yun glanced at Peng Haomiao, then withdrew his gaze, still staring calmly at the divine text in front of him.
The crowd looked at Ling Yun in shock. What happened to Ling Yun?
The gap between him and Peng Haomiao has become wider and wider.
"Boom!"
"..."
Under the pressure of Eternal Will, Peng Haomiao's expression changed drastically, and he strode forward with heavy steps.
Finally, Peng Haomiao stood in front of the seventh character and raised his hand to outline the divine text.
The crowd exclaimed: "What a tough body, it can even withstand such a terrifying pressure of eternal will!"
At this moment, Ling Yun, who was in front of the first divine text, suddenly moved.
Peng Haomiao stared at Ling Yun and said coldly: "Ling Yun, you finally can't shrink anymore?"
Ling Yun said lightly: "Peng Haomiao, don't you think you are very noisy? Are you the only one in the world who has a long mouth?"
In the voice, Ling Yun completed the first word, then took steps forward, as if strolling in a garden.
Ling Yun raised his palm and began to outline the second word.
Ling Yun's arms are very stable, and his writing skills are vigorous and powerful. All the words he writes are neat and penetrating.
There are almost no traces of eternal will oppression.
Seeing Ling Yun's words, everyone present was speechless.
Because they suddenly discovered that it wasn't that Ling Yun couldn't do it, but that he wanted to do every step well and be impeccable.
Before anyone could react, Ling Yun had already arrived in front of the third divine text.
At this moment, the gazes of everyone around him became extremely intense.
"Ling Yun is so fast!"
“Not only fast, but also stable!”
"..."
Then comes the fourth word.
The fifth word.
The sixth word.
"Boom!"
Soon, Ling Yun paused and came to the seventh character.
His slender body is as straight as a pine, and his whole body is as motionless as a rock on Mount Tai. His whole body reveals unrivaled edge.
Even if he was oppressed by the eternal will, Ling Yun's shoulders still did not droop at all.
"This...is this too easy?"
"It turns out that Ling Yun has been hiding his clumsiness!"
Everyone around them had shocked faces.
Then, behind Ling Yun, Wei Ling'er came to the seventh ancient character with the same ease.
Her posture was elegant and dignified, and she walked very easily.
It's so easy that one forgets about the pressure of eternal will.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Peng Haomiao's face looked extremely ugly.
He was slow to insult Ling Yun, but now, Ling Yun was walking beside him as if he were strolling in the garden.
Peng Haomiao snorted coldly and said: "Huh, it's just taking some time to adapt to the eternal pressure. Is this useful?"
After finishing his words, Peng Haomiao turned around and walked towards the eighth character.
"Bang!"
An invisible power came instantly, and Peng Haomiao staggered, but fortunately he stabilized his figure in the end.
Ling Yun's eyes flashed, is it really useless?
What does Peng Haomiao know?
At this moment, Peng Haomiao stood in front of the eighth divine text, raising his hand to outline it attentively.
Perhaps because of his weak breath, his arms began to tremble slightly.
And the divine text outlined also lacks a majestic feeling.
After finishing, Peng Haomiao kept walking and continued to move forward.
In front of the ninth divine text.
Peng Haomiao was breathing heavily. This pressure of eternal will was indeed terrifying. He seemed to be crushed at this moment.
Everyone stared at Peng Haomiao with fiery eyes, and exclaimed: "Peng Haomiao has completed the ninth divine text. Will he continue?"
"It's hard to say. The pressure will be even more terrible in the future!"
"..."
At this moment, Peng Haomiao's face was gloomy, and he glanced at Ling Yun coldly.
"Boom!"
In an instant, Peng Haomiao took another step forward.
He roared, and suddenly a mysterious storm of piano music swept out of his body.
"Ah——"
Peng Haomiao screamed in pain, and he felt as if his whole body was about to explode, and his head was dizzy.
However, Ling Yun followed closely behind him, how could he give up?
Relying on that strong willpower, Peng Haomiao's staggering figure finally stabilized, and then he raised his hand to outline the divine text.
"Peng Haomiao actually did it!"
"The tenth divine text!"
"Only the last one is left!"
"..."
At this moment, the eyes of everyone present were all frozen, staring at Peng Haomiao in front of them.
Finally, Peng Haomiao finished outlining the tenth ancient character with trembling arms.
At this time, he looked at the last divine text, and then at the last step of distance. After weighing the pros and cons for a long time, he finally gave up.
Asking himself, he knew that he had reached his limit.
It was impossible to complete the last step.
Peng Haomiao turned back and glanced at Ling Yun coldly, with a cold smile on his lips, and said jokingly: "Ling Yun, come on, don't lose to me, otherwise you will lose face!"
Everyone looked at Ling Yun, and shook their heads secretly in their hearts.
Compared with Peng Haomiao, Ling Yun did seem a little immature.
Ling Yun stared at Peng Haomiao and said lightly: "Just completing ten characters, is it so worthy of your pride?"
Ling Yun glanced at the last character, and then said: "Peng Haomiao, I want to ask you, is there no eleventh character on this stone wall?"
As soon as these words came out, the space suddenly became dead silent.
Everyone was speechless, and they naturally knew what these words meant.
Peng Haomiao knew it better.
Peng Haomiao's face turned pale, staring at Ling Yun coldly, and angrily said: "Ling Yun, wait until you get to the tenth divine text, then you are qualified to talk to me! Otherwise, everything is nonsense!"
"Okay! Let's wait and see!"
Ling Yun stopped talking nonsense and stepped forward.
Since Peng Haomiao was so ignorant and didn't know how to restrain himself, then Ling Yun was determined to win this face.
Ling Yun took a step carelessly, his figure was as steady as a mountain, as if the will of the ages had no effect on him.
Then, Ling Yun raised his palm, his arm was strong and powerful.
On the stone wall, the ancient characters outlined were vigorous and powerful, all emitting brilliant light.
Everyone present was shocked.
"Why is the oppression of the will of the ages ineffective for Ling Yun?"
"If it continues in this form, I'm afraid Ling Yun can complete the last word!"
"..."
Then, in the surprised eyes of everyone, Ling Yun took another step forward.
Arriving in front of the ninth divine text.
Ling Yun's expression was calm, and his eyes were calm.
Peng Haomiao's expression changed slightly, and he gritted his teeth fiercely: "I want to see how long you can pretend!"
After the ninth divine text was outlined, Ling Yun did not stop and went on.
At this moment, Ling Yun glanced at Peng Haomiao coldly and said lightly: "Peng Haomiao, are you proud of completing ten divine texts? It's not the end, so you have the nerve to open your mouth and be proud of it?"
As soon as the voice fell, Ling Yun's body fell steadily in front of the tenth divine text.
In an instant, the eternal will burst out instantly.
Ling Yun felt that his whole head was buzzing, but his body was still as still as if the abyss was standing still.
Peng Haomiao stared at Ling Yun with a cold and stern look: "This, this is impossible! Why? Why did I lose?"
Along the way, he knew how terrifying the eternal will was.
But Ling Yun actually did it, why did he do it?
At this moment, thinking of all the insults he had said to Ling Yun before, he felt very embarrassed.
Immediately, Peng Haomiao stared at Ling Yun coldly and said, "What on earth did you do? You can be the same as me?"
"The same as you?"
Ling Yun frowned, looking surprised, and then sneered, "Sorry! You are not worthy yet!"
"Boom!"
After the words fell, Ling Yun raised his foot again and walked towards the last step.
In an instant, everyone present was nervous.
Ling Yun actually wanted to continue?
Aren't you afraid of being suppressed to death by the will of the ages?
However, Ling Yun ignored it. As long as there was a way ahead, Ling Yun would not stop.
He remembered that before the eleventh divine text appeared, a voice came from the sky saying: Only those with great perseverance can do it.
Since he is a person with great perseverance, how can he give up halfway?
Finally, in the surprised sight of everyone, Ling Yun had already stood in front of the eleventh divine text.
That was the word "meaning".
Ling Yun looked at the last word in front of him, and suddenly he had a different feeling in his heart.
Instantly, the space was silent.
You could hear a pin drop.
Then, a brilliant light burst out crazily on the divine text, like the sound of a zither, fiercely cutting through Ling Yun's body.
