Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 259 [The literary spirit is as deep as the abyss, Confucius appears]

Xunzi looked at Bai Qi deeply, and took out a jade pen that exuded a soft light.

"In that case, there is nothing more to say. Let the four generals take over."

Xunzi waved his jade pen and drew big characters one by one from his hand.

"The monsters and monsters are all under attack."

"Boom!"

The moment the five characters appeared, the sky suddenly cleared, and there was a faint hint of divine power descending, putting the entire Xianyang City under pressure.

This is a spiritual treasure refined by Chaos Taoist, which is most suitable for the use of Wen Qi.

The eight big characters instantly twisted and turned into eight jade swords, which cut through the sky and struck the four people in an instant, and they did not even realize what was going on.

The four rather large heads had already fallen to the ground, and the copper-bell-sized eyes were still fixed on their expressions.

Xunzi's face was calm, "But Confucian scholars can also get angry and have demons and monsters harass our human race. How can we tolerate it?"

Under the guidance of Chaos Taoist, Xunzi had a very detailed understanding of heaven and earth. He knew that Qin Shihuang and the four war gods were all members of the Jiuli tribe that brought trouble to the human race.

Among them, the four war gods slaughtered countless human races. Xunzi remembered these things in his heart.

"Crash!"

A majestic energy emerged in the distant Xianyang Palace, and the entire Xianyang City trembled in an instant.

Xunzi showed a wry smile, "Fu Nian, take the bachelors and students from Xiaoshengxian Village and leave Xianyang as soon as possible and go to Songhai."

"Teacher, this is it!"

Fu Nian naturally felt that the majestic aura emerging from Xianyang Palace was so terrifying.

"It's Ying Zheng. Fu Nian, please lead the disciples of Little Saint Xian Manor away quickly."

"Teacher, we are willing to live and die together with Little Sage Village."

Zhang Liang also shook his head, with a serious look on his face, "I was born as a Confucian scholar, and I died as a Confucian sage."

Xunzi nodded and said with satisfaction: "Well, you are worthy of being a disciple of Confucianism."

Confucianism is arrogant and unafraid of power. This is the purpose of Confucian disciples. No one is willing to escape.

In the blink of an eye, a man with a gloomy face and a black royal robe appeared above the Little Sage Manor with a fierce energy.

"Xunzi, you dare to disobey the imperial edict and kill our Qin soldiers."

Xunzi's expression did not change. He looked at Ying Zheng in the sky and shouted angrily: "Ying Zheng, you are so cruel and cruel that you have lost the peace of heaven. How can you be the co-leader of this human race?"

Ying Zheng smiled coldly, "So what? If you want your ministers to die, they have to die. Isn't this the teaching of your Confucianism?"

"Then it also depends on whether this monarch is a monarch recognized by Confucianism. You are obviously not a monarch. You are from the witch lineage of Jiuli people. You have never regarded human beings as the people. You kill without restraint. What can you do?"

Ying Zheng's expression changed slightly after hearing Xunzi's words. He was from Jiuli and Wu had never told anyone, but how did Xunzi know?
  But then he thought about it, after successfully refining the Twelve Golden Man, he never thought of hiding it, but in Ying Zheng's eyes, Confucianism was already a dead person and was destined to be destroyed by him.

"Boom!"

The terrifying black evil spirit filled Ying Zheng's body, and the aura as black as ink roared like a black dragon.

The whole world is filled with a mysterious throbbing. Wu has not appeared in the ancient land for hundreds of thousands of years.

Many people have forgotten how powerful they are. Although the great wizard has not become a quasi-sage, he is already an invincible existence in the realm of Da Luo Jinxian.

"Talking with each other."

The literary energy was as vast as the abyss, and transformed into swords, spears, swords and halberds thousands of feet high in the sky, roaring towards Ying Zheng in the sky.

"Little Doyle!"

Ying Zheng smiled coldly and waved his fist in the face of the oncoming weapon. The terrifying force shook the world and caused a huge space shock. At the same time, all the weapons that Xunzi had transformed into pieces were shattered into pieces of milky white fragments. .

"So powerful."

Xunzi's heart trembled, and a jade pen appeared in his hand, outlining characters one after another, and shot towards Ying Zheng. "die."

Ying Zheng snorted coldly, and the majestic evil energy swept across him. He turned into a black dragon and charged towards the Little Saint's Village below.

"Boom!"

Xunzi's transformed words rushed towards Ying Zheng, but they did not even break through the majestic evil aura. Instead, Ying Zheng's terrifying black dragon charged directly towards Little Saint Xian Manor.

"Boom!"

The black dragon roared across the earth, and the entire Xianyang City shook violently for several times, especially the Little Saint Xian Manor, which was reduced to ruins in an instant, with only a few people relying on Wenqi to hold on.

"It is not a pity to die for traitors and traitors."

In the sky, Ying Zheng looked cold and didn't care how many people died.

Xunzi's eyes were shining with tears and his eyes were red. Confucianism had been founded for hundreds of years, but it had never suffered such a heavy blow, with so many casualties.

"Ying Zheng!"

Xunzi shouted loudly, and a terrifying aura erupted all over his body. At this moment, Xunzi was really angry.

The astonishing energy swept across the world, but in the next second it disappeared like foam in the spring breeze.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Xunzi suddenly coughed violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"teacher!"

Fu Nian and the others were shocked and quickly helped Xunzi.

"Hmph, you are a Confucian who cultivates literary spirit, but your physical body is fragile. You won't be able to survive for long if the evil spirit is in your body."

Ying Zheng looked disdainful and didn't take Xunzi seriously at all.

Xunzi looked desolate, "Hey, God is going to destroy our Confucianism."

"Suffer to death!"

In the sky, Ying Zheng waved his fists, pressing down violently, and the terrifying evil spirit condensed in the essence shrouded directly down.

"Boom!"

The heaven and earth shook, and the remaining Confucian disciples closed their eyes and waited for death. Under the strong force, they had no power to resist.

"It seems that it's still a step too late."

A sigh echoed in everyone's ears.

Xunzi suddenly opened his eyes and said in a voiceless voice: "Master is here?"

"Teacher's master."

The expressions of Fu Nian and the other three people froze. They all knew that there was a very mysterious being in the Little Sage Village in Songhai City, but they had only heard about it and had never seen him in person.

"Boom!"

The evil aura that filled the sky turned into dust and scattered in an instant, and the boundless power that arose was completely eliminated.

Ying Zheng's face condensed, and he looked at the young man in Confucian robes in the sky. He felt great oppression, whether it was the opponent's momentum or the opponent's cultivation, it was as deep as the sea.

Ying Zheng said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

"Confucianism, Confucius."

"Confucius."

The founder of Confucianism, Ying Zheng, knew Confucius, but Confucian Confucius has always been a very mysterious existence, and has never appeared in the eyes of the world, but the only thing that has been spread is that the other party is very strong.

"Ying Zheng, if you can be a good emperor, for the sake of local sentiment, at least I will not embarrass you while you are on the throne."

(End of this chapter)