Guarding the prison for a hundred years, being born to overwhelm the demon king

Although he never saw that supreme purple energy towering like a pillar of heaven again, he did not dare to underestimate the person in front of him anymore.

The art of observing the qi of heaven and man is the top magical power of Confucianism. According to legend, the Master once used this technique to surpass the Shinto art of monitoring heaven and the Buddhist clairvoyance.

"Life is thinner than paper, that's quite true."

Su Bai nodded.

What the old Confucian said was true. This Wang Hongxuan had great ambitions, but it was a pity that he had bad luck and died cleanly.

Unfortunately, that was the predecessor, not him.

"This fellow Taoist."

When the old Confucian was stunned, Mu Yunyang couldn't suppress the anxiety in his heart. He took a step forward, cupped his hands and said, "I heard that Confucianism has two branches: saints and kings, and there are also seventy-two branches. I don't know which one I should follow, sir." Pulse, is it a saint or a king?"

Confucianism is not among the nine major sects, but it is still one of the top powers. What is even more terrifying is that.

Confucianism is a science of governing the world, not a simple way of practice.

Just like the Master in those days, he was by the side of Emperor Dayun, educating all the people.

In today's three major dynasties, there are also Confucian people occupying high positions.

There are even rumors that there is a Confucian sage living in the imperial court above the Nine Heavens and before the Heaven!

Among the heroes who preached the doctrine, Confucianism originated the latest, but now it is the most widely spread.

Mu Yunyang, of course, knew it.

The old scholar ignored him, just glanced at him coldly, then looked at Su Bai, but for the first time he raised his hands and saluted:

"Your Excellency is not an ordinary person. Ye's previous words were very abrupt, so please forgive me."

The old scholar took a deep breath, regained his calm expression, and no longer had the previous banter, and began to look at it uncontrollably.

However, it was difficult for him to determine the specific origin of the person in front of him.

But in his heart, he was filled with surprise and doubt!

I never expected that on a whim, I would practice my spiritual power in a busy city and meet such a magical person.

"You are an old scholar, but you know how to advance and retreat."

Su Bai felt some appreciation in his heart. This old Confucian knew how to advance and retreat. He softened his attitude and naturally showed his attitude that he did not want to fight with him.

"Your Excellency, please take care of yourself. Ye will take your leave."

With a thought in his mind, the old Confucian no longer had any intention of staying. He picked up the ancient scroll, handed it over, and left immediately.

"Old sir, please stay."

Su Bai stopped him.

The cultivation atmosphere in this world is better than that in the Immortal Martial World, but practitioners are still rare.

Now that he saw it, he naturally couldn't let him leave easily.

"Ok?"

The old Confucian stopped, raised his long eyebrows and said, "Do you still want to force me to stay with you?"

As he spoke, the old Confucian's green shirt was not moving in the wind, and a calm aura suddenly descended into the inner city.

Under the invisible air pressure, pedestrians on the nearby streets suddenly felt palpitations.

"Now that we're here, we naturally can't come and leave just as we say."

Su Bai's tone was deep, as if he didn't care at all about the cold breath coming from the pavement: "Even Confucians must be reasonable."

"Master, please stop saying a few words!"

His expression was neither urgent nor slow, but Mu Yunyang's expression changed drastically, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He didn't believe that this old scholar dared to take action in the city, but he had already seen that this old scholar was a tyrannical man who had cultivated to the spiritual realm and could live for more than a thousand years.

While he was anxious, he was also shocked by the courage of his sect leader, and he felt even more incredible.

During these years of traveling around the world, does the master of his own sect have some powerful trump card that no one knows about?

Otherwise, how could he dare to be so provocative to a spiritual being?

"You want to reason with me?"

The old Confucian was also stunned when he heard this.

"What if I try to reason with you?"

Su Bai's eyelids drooped, and in the depths of his eyes, there was a wisp of light cyan brand, looming.

This mark is somewhat erratic, as if it is about to condense, and yet it seems that it will completely disappear in the next moment.

He was probably talking to this old Confucian because of this brand.

Confucianism is a study that establishes the world. Unlike Buddhism and Taoism, which are independent from the world, Confucianism is deeply involved in the world.

Moreover, it is continuously passed down from generation to generation, so it must have the most detailed information.

Not to mention finding the other fragments of his soul remaining in this world, it will definitely be of great benefit to him to understand the secrets of this world.

It was probably because of this old Confucian that he entered the inner city.

call!

The next moment, a cold wind seemed to blow, and Wang Shuisheng shrank his hands and feet unconsciously.

He looked around, but was surprised to find that everyone was walking around as usual, and no one noticed anything unusual in the many shops.

But everyone avoided this place intentionally or unintentionally, and the nearest pedestrians were dozens of feet away.

It is indescribably weird and magical.

"Then I'm going to learn your clever tricks!

The old scholar looked solemn. When he raised his hand, his sleeves were already rolled up.

"It is inconvenient to use magical powers in the city, so Ye will use these fists and feet to reason with you!"

"Master..."

Mu Yunyang's face looked a little ugly, but he could only retreat slowly and said in a low voice: "Confucianism is divided into two lines, the inner sage and the outer king. This person is probably a member of the royal line..."

"The truth is always in the palm of your hand!"

The old scholar raised his eyebrows slightly, wearing a green shirt, his breath was steaming, and his whole body was shrouded in divine light. His five fingers slowly stretched out, and then quickly closed into a fist:

"This is my Confucian principle!"

His words were indifferent and his breath exploded.

At this time, does the old Confucian still have a trace of his previous senility?

This made Wang Shuisheng stunned. He never expected that he would be so reasonable..."

"Confucian royal lineage..."

Mu Yunyang also sighed in his heart.

According to legend, tens of thousands of years ago, there was a shocking change in Confucianism. After that, the Confucian family was divided into two. Although they were both called Confucian, they were hostile to each other.

Confucian kings are the strongest, and their killing methods are as ferocious as Taoist sword cultivators. They are the most difficult monks to deal with.

It's perfectly normal to have a disagreement and get into a fight.

There are even members of the royal line who have gone astray and have entered evil ways.

He had seen this old Confucian speak softly before, but he never expected that he was actually a member of the Confucian royal lineage.

"The truth is in the palm of your hand?"

Su Bai chewed this sentence again.

The Confucianism and Taoism in this world are obviously different from those in the previous life. They are rougher and more arrogant.

However, he was not surprised.

Even in a world as gentle as the previous life, the basis of reasoning is still strength.

Not to mention a world where great power belongs to oneself and killing is straightforward.

If Confucianism and Taoism in this world were just talking about truth, it would have been destroyed in the long history. How could it be passed down for 50,000 years?

However, he was still keenly aware that the reason for the change in the old Confucian's attitude was still the word "reason". "I see that your muscles and bones are soft and soft, and your cultivation is somewhat uneven. It seems that you have a serious injury that has not healed..."

The old Confucian stood under the tree, and when he saw the young man in front of him, with his dark eyes and frail body, he frowned and said, "If you regret it now, it's still too late."

Not to mention the purple energy I saw at a glance.

Even if he didn't, he didn't want to take action against someone who was obviously injured and disabled.

"A war of words is naturally not as interesting as fighting with fists, feet, and swords. I also like being so reasonable."

"but……"

Su Bai spoke calmly, but the subject of the conversation turned as he did so, and he looked up at the high sky where the clouds and mist were rolling:

"After all, we need to resolve some things first before we can talk to the old gentleman."

"Um!?"

The old scholar seemed to have noticed something, and his brows suddenly wrinkled.

boom! !

The next moment, almost as soon as Su Bai finished speaking, there was a loud sound rolling in from a distance.

The turbulent and violent Gangfeng Qi waves blew arrogantly from thousands of miles away, sweeping into the billowing sea of ​​clouds and pressing down horizontally.

It's like the sky is about to collapse!

This explosion was even more terrifying.

Like thousands of thunders, they exploded in the sky above Qinghe County at the same time, and spread throughout the inner and outer cities in an instant!

More than a hundred streets were all in chaos for a while.

"what!"

"This...what exactly happened?"

"A big demon is coming, run away!!"

Some people were panicked, some were shocked and watched, and some practitioners' expressions changed drastically.

What's more, he was stunned to the ground by this sound wave.

There are people everywhere shouting, crying and running, and people taking advantage of the chaos to rob.

For a moment, people were on their backs and the whole city was in uproar!

"This this……"

The terrifying scene, as if God was angry, made Wang Shuisheng's face turn a little pale.

"coming……"

Mu Yunyang pulled hard on the big black donkey's mane, and strong hatred and fear appeared on his deeply furrowed face:

"Purple Thunder Technique!"

"Lin Baiyun, it's really Lin Baiyun!!"

Boom!

The strong wind was rolling like a wave, with a huge momentum, but it didn't stop for a long time before it was torn apart by a brilliant sword light!

The sword light burned violently!

Like a fireball or a wheel of light, the moment it emerged, its light spread all over the city.

All shadows recede.

All noise will be extinguished.

"This is……"

"Sword Qi Thunder Sound!?"

"What happened?"

"Supernatural powers! This, this is the magical power of a practitioner!"

"Who is he? What is he going to do? Doesn't he know about the Great Yan Order?"

The cold light of the sword shook thousands of miles, and the whole city was in an uproar.

The faces of several monks in Qinghe County all changed drastically.

The Great Yan Order was extremely coercive.

But throughout the ages, there is absolutely no shortage of evil powers who can massacre cities.

And once something like this happens, the City Massacre will never allow anyone in the city to escape, not even their souls can escape!

There is no chance to even enter the ghost kingdom of Hades!

"The sword makes thunder!"

The old scholar named Lin, whose pupils shrank slightly, couldn't help but glance at the young man in front of him.

There was almost no cover for the fierce murderous intention of the visitor.

You know without asking that you are here for this person.

laugh! !

The sword light bloomed like a lotus, intertwining criss-crossing one after another. In just a blink of an eye, it had already enveloped the entire Qinghe County.

The cold murderous intent flowed down like a waterfall, filling both the inner and outer cities and hundreds of streets.

In an instant, the whole city was noisy and fell into silence.

The city with nearly a million people seemed to be frozen, and there was no sound at all.

Everyone, whether they are monks or ordinary people, whether they are wood vendors, gentry and city guards.

Looking at the figure surrounded by sword light, it looks like a god and demon.

Everyone loses their voice?

"No, that's not right...this, this is not the Purple Thunder Technique...this is not Lin Baiyun either!!"

Hearing the sound of the sword and seeing the light of the sword, Mu Yunyang was completely stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.

He had never seen Lin Baiyun, nor had he really seen the Purple Thunder Technique, but he also knew that Lin Baiyun used the Peak-breaking Knife!

Could it be that the ones who destroyed Xuantian Clan were really not Lin Baiyun and Haibo Clan?

He was shocked and couldn't help but look at his sect master.

Really, was he really right?

call!

Su Bai slowly raised his head as a cold and murderous aura filled the air.

Although he has no eyes at this time, his spiritual perception is powerful and he can see through reality and illusion at a glance.

At this time, he raised his eyebrows and saw that the sword light was as vertical and horizontal as a net, the killing was like a waterfall, the air flow was turbulent, and the dust was rising and falling!

In fact, everyone in the inner and outer cities were all frightened and looked terrified.

Naturally, he saw the unknown enemy with cold eyes under the sword light.

hum!

It was only then that the formations engraved in the formation base of Qinghe County slowly emerged.

The dim white light spread in all directions with the inner city as the core.

The light of its formation is like concentric circles. The light in the city is still relatively bright, but outside the inner city, it is almost invisible and only has a very hazy layer.

The revival of the formation did not dispel the cold murderous intent that filled the two cities inside and outside.

But many practitioners in the city breathed a sigh of relief.

The formations of Dayan were inherited from the distant Dayun Dynasty, rooted in the earth's veins, and had secret connections with each other.

If a city formation moves, the end of the cities will be known!

If a city's formation is broken, it won't just be Anhe Mansion.

Even the Northwest Pass and even the top brass of the Great Yan Dynasty would be immediately alarmed! (End of chapter)