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Chapter 54 Confucianism and Taoism are about to perish, and I am the new saint! (Please follow up!)
Hold the three seals in your hand.

He Yuanfeng moved forward and took a step forward!
A mysterious and mysterious aura permeated from his body, and the aura that had already reached its peak climbed up again, and it actually rose by a small amount.

The powerful people sitting in the front row already felt this change, and couldn't help but widen their eyes.

No one expected that under such circumstances, He Yuanfeng would enter the tribulation period!

A smile appeared on He Yuanfeng's face.

But his ambitions don't stop there.

He held up the three talent seals in his hands, and began to recite obscure scriptures.

He Yuanfeng rose from the air, and the Sancai Seal glowed, covering the entire square.

If someone activates the pupil technique at this moment, they will be able to see bright yellow silk threads flying out from the heads of the disciples of Sancai Academy, and submerged into He Yuanfeng's body under the traction of the Sancai Seal.

Not only the Sancai Square, but in the entire territory of the Sancai Academy, in every place where there are branches of the Sancai Academy, countless threads converge into an ocean, rushing towards the main altar!

At this time, the powerful people in the Sancai Square have already discovered that something is wrong.

The behavior of the old dean of Sancai Academy at this moment is too abnormal.

Shen Li stood up suddenly, looked at He Yuanfeng in the air: "Master, what are you doing?!"

He Yuanfeng lowered his head, glanced at his apprentice, then at the people in the arena, and said loudly:
"Today, the old man must reap the talents of the world, and use the literary fortune of the Confucian scholars in the world to forge the status of a saint!"

Those bright yellow silk threads are just the [talent] that scholars only have.

"What, what?"

Shen Li couldn't believe his ears.

There were expressions of disbelief on the faces of the others.

He Yuanfeng stepped into the void and looked down at the crowd of Sancai Academy, his eyes were determined and cold.

From the very beginning, this courtyard celebration was a stage carefully planned by He Yuanfeng for himself.

How can there be a heart for heaven and earth?It was just He Yuanfeng's performance.

He's been stuck at the peak of the Mahayana period for too long.

It's been so long that his lifespan is coming to an end.

But He Yuanfeng has not lived enough.

In an "accidental" chance, he got a volume of secret law.

It records a method of harvesting talents in the world, at the cost of cutting off the world's Confucian students' literary fortune and cutting off the world's Confucianism and Taoism, so as to make oneself a saint in the world.

The volume of secret art records very detailed, so detailed that He Yuanfeng felt scared.

He once thought that the one who developed this method should be the enemy of ancient Confucianism and Taoism.

After deducing the result, he hesitated for a long time.

Because He Yuanfeng is very clear.

If he really does this, once he succeeds, it means that Confucianism cultivators in the world will cut off their way and have no way forward.

He will destroy the entire Confucianism and Taoism with his own hands, and there will be no Confucianism inheritance in the world.

But in the end, He Yuanfeng chose this path.

He wanted to live forever.

The more the deadline is approaching, the more fearful you will be of death.

What's more, the sanctification of the world...is too tempting.

Under the oppression of death and the temptation of enlightenment, he finally gave up nearly 5000 years of persistence, forgot the oath he made in front of the saint statue when he was young, and opened the volume of secret art.

According to the requirements of the volume of secret law, he prepared this courtyard celebration, and accumulated his prestige and fortune to the peak by showing his holiness in front of others.

In this world, only he can use this secret technique.

Because he is the dean of Sancai Academy, the leader of Confucianism in the world.

Only those who have the luck of Confucianism can cut off the luck of Confucianism and use it to perform this technique.

But now, with just the first step, he became a cultivator in the Transcending Tribulation Period.

He Yuanfeng felt very good, let out a long roar, the three talent seals in his hands shone brightly, and a huge amount of talent came from all directions.

Almost at this moment, all the great Confucianists had a perception somewhere.

The road ahead will be broken, the road will be cut off!
"Master, stop!"

Shen Li jumped up, jumped into the air, and said loudly:

"The way is the way of the people in the world, and the talent is the talent of the people in the world. How is the master's behavior different from that of a thief?!"

He Yuanfeng glanced at him, just flicked his sleeves casually, and knocked Shen Li down.

He has only been in Mahayana for 300 years, so how can he be the opponent of He Yuanfeng who has passed the catastrophe and holds a Taoist weapon?

"Those who steal the hook will be punished, and those who steal the country will be honored!"

He Yuanfeng looked at his apprentice and scolded:
"It's just a matter of borrowing some talents. When I achieve the status of a saint, I will open a new path for the world's Confucianism cultivators! By then, I will be a new Confucian saint!"

"Crazy, really crazy!"

There is great power to grit your teeth.

"I'll wait for the incarnation to come and try to deal with him, but I'm afraid I won't be able to do it."

Someone spoke.

The old man on the side shook his head and did not speak.

He Yuanfeng dared to risk the displeasure of the world, and he had already prepared his backhand for this act of stealing.

Between heaven and earth, the situation is changing.

A powerful hand flew out from the direction of Zhongzhou, across hundreds of millions of miles of rivers and mountains, and suppressed it.

A Da Neng body shot, trying to stop He Yuanfeng's actions.

He Yuanfeng sneered, neither dodging nor dodging, but an extremely dazzling golden light burst out from his body.

If you look closely, this golden light is composed of countless extremely small silk threads, gathered together, it is extremely intense.

The golden light stretched out, one foot, two feet, three feet...

It spread a thousand feet away, and the golden light just stopped extending.

The big hand of mana fell and hit the golden light, but it disappeared into nothing like a mud cow entering the sea.

"This is the merit of heaven!"

Master Huiyi of Qichen Temple recognized the golden foot, and his expression changed immediately.

"Not to mention an attack, even if your real body comes in person, the old man will not be afraid at all!"

He Yuanfeng held the seal of three talents in his hand, and his voice resounded through the sky, "I am the leader of the Confucianism sect, and the merits of the Dao of Heaven should be used by me!"

Ancient Confucianism and Taoism have been passed down to the present, enlightening the wisdom of the people, educating the world, and gaining countless merits of the way of heaven.

Sancai Academy inherits the inheritance of ancient Confucianism and Taoism, and also inherits some of the virtues of heaven.

When it appears on He Yuanfeng's body, it is as long as a thousand feet!

This body of thousands of feet of merit is He Yuanfeng's biggest reliance on daring to do such a stealing thing!

He Yuanfeng, holding the seal of three talents in his hand, has no fear of anything!
Even if all the powerful people present are present in person, he can still rely on the merits of heaven and virtue on his body to support the time of a cup of tea under the attack of everyone!
This time is not long, but it is enough for him to become enlightened.

He Yuanfeng has already sensed the changes in the luck of the Confucianism.

Somewhere in Cangyuan Realm, in a thatched cottage, the old man who was writing at his desk suddenly stopped writing and frowned.

Beside him is a neat pile of novel manuscripts.

But the chapter in progress on the desk is like a broken pen, and I can't write it no matter what.

On a painting boat, an elegant-looking middle-aged scholar opened his mouth to speak.

But only the first half of the que was read, and the second half was stuck in the throat.

In the imperial examination room, some students wrote vigorously and eloquently.

At this moment, he suddenly stopped writing, not knowing how to continue.

Similar things keep happening everywhere in Cangyuan Realm.

The luck of the Confucian school was cut off by He Yuanfeng, and his talent was taken away from scholars all over the world.

He will use the luck of Confucianism as firewood and the talents of the world as fire to burn out a saint!
A raging fire is about to ignite.

He Yuanfeng looked up to the sky and shouted loudly:
"Confucianism and Taoism will perish, and I will be the new saint!"

(End of this chapter)