Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 258 [Condensation of literary spirit, the incarnation of Confucius]

However, this Ten Thousand Zhang Sword Qi is no less powerful than the Great Luo Jinxian's blow, which is equivalent to the Great Witch's strike. Although Wang Jian is very close to the Great Witch, he is still a little behind after all, and his limited strength cannot resist it.

"Pfft!"

The sword energy swept directly across Wang Jian's body, blasting him tens of thousands of feet away, overthrowing countless houses in Xianyang City, and the entire land shook in an instant.

After releasing this attack, the avatar of Confucius in the sky became unstable and gradually began to collapse.

The faces of Fu Nian and the other three turned pale. Literary energy does not last forever, but will be consumed. The Confucius true body that had gathered the literary energy of the entire Little Saint Xian Village bachelors and students only released one attack and then dissipated.

Fu Nian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It seems that our practice is not enough and we were unable to eradicate Wang Jian with one blow."

"Senior brother, you don't have to be like this. A gentleman is magnanimous."

Zhang Liang smiled and shook his head.
  As the youngest of the three Confucian heroes, Zhang Liang always had a smile on his face, as if it didn't matter even if he was about to die.

Yan Lu also said: "Third Junior Brother is right."

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, and Wang Jian, who was in a panic, crawled out of the pit and descended towards Little Sage Village.

As a human shaman, Wang Jian was very powerful physically. It was difficult for Daluo Jinxian to kill him with just one blow, but he was severely injured.

"Little Sage Village is indeed the leader of hundreds of schools. It is indeed a good method."

Wang Jian's face was as dark as ink as he walked towards Little Saint's Village step by step, leaving bright red footprints on the ground.

"Today, the Little Sage Village will cease to exist. After you are dealt with, His Majesty the First Emperor will raise his troops to annihilate all your branches."

"Confucianism will cease to exist in the future."

"Hahaha!"

Wang Jian let out a loud laugh, and boundless evil energy surged from the spear in his hand, spreading throughout the sky.

Fu Nian and others are ready to die, and a gentleman is magnanimous, even in the face of death.

"kill!"

"Boom!"

The evil spirit that permeated the entire sky suddenly fell, erupting with terrifying power. It fell in an instant, like an entire mountain range pressing down.

"Eh!"

A long sigh sounded from a thatched hut in the backyard of Xiaoshengxian Manor, and a deep, ancient aura rose to the sky.

This breath is literary, but it is not a long pillar like a great scholar, but boundless, filling the sky.

"Boom!"

Wen Qi soared into the sky, turning into weapons such as swords, spears, halberds, etc., soared upwards, and at the moment of collision, the entire evil spirit in the sky was destroyed.

"This is! What a terrifying literary style."

Fu Nian's expression changed and he looked towards the backyard of Xiaoshengxian Manor.

"is teacher."

Zhang Liang was also a little surprised.

Confucianism focuses on cultivating one's moral character and cultivating literary spirit, which can be used to defend against enemies and protect one's body. Previously, they also speculated how much literary spirit Xunzi, as a Confucian elder, had?
  But Xunzi had never taken action in front of them. Ever since he came to Xiaoshengxian Village in Xianyang City more than ten years ago, he had been living in the hut in the backyard and never stepped out.

Even these disciples rarely see each other.

"We Confucians have no intention of fighting with the Qin State, so we still ask the general to show his noble hand."

A soft moan sounded in the ears of Fu Nian and others. The three of them looked at Xunzi who had appeared behind them in shock, and hurriedly bowed and saluted.

"Fu Nian, Yan Lu, and Zhang Liang pay their respects to the teacher."

"Yes!" Xunzi nodded slowly. Although his body was haggard, his steps were strong and vigorous, unlike the demeanor that an aging old man should have.

"Master Xun."

Wang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly. The literary power just now was as majestic as the boundless sea. It was not a level that he could resist at all.

As the leader of Confucianism recommended by Taoist Priest Chaos, Xunzi was already extremely talented, and he was also the leader of Confucian luck. His literary power was blessed by Confucian luck, and his literary power was as great as the abyss.

The power of the Yuan Shen is even greater than that of the Great Luo Jinxian, and the imperial envoy's literary spirit cannot be resisted by Wang Jian, who has not yet entered the realm of the great witch.

"Tap Tap!"

Three hurried footsteps sounded, and Xunzi looked forward. At the end of the road, there were three people running towards this side, crossing the vertical street in the blink of an eye.

"Bai Qi, Meng Tian, ​​Wang Ben."

The four war gods of Qin have all arrived.

Xunzi's expression remained the same, without any change, "I would like to apologize to His Majesty the First Emperor, and also ask the general to spare Xiaoshengxianzhuang."

"After all, the students are innocent."

"Master Xun, His Majesty the First Emperor is not something you can just see if you want. We are just following orders. The Little Sage Village should be destroyed, so it does not have to be destroyed."

"Eh."

Xunzi sighed softly again and stared at the four people, "Little Sage Village is the foundation of Confucianism. It is absolutely impossible to sit still and wait for death."

"Please invite some generals."

There was no choice but to fight. Xunzi looked solemn, and his withered body looked extremely majestic under the invisible aura. Although he was skinny, he stood in front of him like an immortal god.

"war!"

All four of them took out their weapons, and the evil aura rolled like Shura crawling out of the abyss. The terrifying aura enveloped the entire land.

"Boom!"

The boundless milky white light rises between the earth. This is Wenqi, the Wenqi that is everywhere, as vast as the sea.

"Lip, tongue, gun, all manifestations."

"Qiang Qiang!"

Swords, guns and clubs appeared in front of him. These were the weapons that Xunzi used to manifest his literary spirit. Every weapon shone with the light of day, faintly even affecting the laws of heaven and earth.

"Boom!"

"kill!"

The four of them waved their weapons stained red with blood and attacked Xunzi.

"Boom!"

The attacks from both sides collided, arousing boundless power and destroying all the houses in several streets. It was fortunate that Xunzi's literary spirit confused the Little Saint's Village, otherwise nearly half of the entire Little Saint's Village would have been destroyed in an instant.

"So strong!"

The four of them retreated violently, their faces gloomy. Xunzi should not be underestimated. The disciples who came from the hands of Chaos Taoist would not be any weaker.

In particular, the existence of Wen Qi completely transcends the level of mana, and is somewhat equivalent to controlling luck. It is unpredictable and unpredictable, which is how Taoist Chaos evaluates Wen Qi.

From the beginning to the end, Taoist Chaos never thought of creating Confucianism, but there was such a thing as Wen Qi. Wen Qi was not magic power, nor was it as mysterious as magic power. Instead, it was like a magical power that could only be used by Confucian scholars.

Xunzi did not take action again, but said kindly: "A bachelor will not act recklessly, so the four generals should leave."

"Don't act rashly with murderous thoughts, I'm afraid you won't be able to defeat us at all!"

Bai Qi smiled coldly. Among the four, only Bai Qi had the highest level of cultivation and the ultimate murderousness. When Zhao was overthrown, he could not feed so many prisoners of war because there was no food and grass. He immediately ordered the killing of Zhao's 400,000-strong army. He was guilty of many crimes.

(End of this chapter)