In this weird world, I can consecrate the gods

Chapter 638 Asura appears

The old Confucian scholar was indeed too naive. Cui Yu had just joined the Haoran lineage. How could those old antiques allow a disciple to take power?

Without the support of the old Confucian scholar, how difficult would it be for Cui Yu to master Haoran's lineage?

However, in the eyes of the old Confucian scholar, Cui Yu is his default new generation leader, what could happen?

But looking at Cui Yu's increasingly gloomy face, the old Confucian scholar's expression changed, and his eyes gradually became serious: "Is there really a big problem?"

Cui Yu looked at the old Confucian scholar, smiled bitterly and sighed: "This disciple is incompetent!"

Then Cui Yu didn't waste any time and directly told the whole story.

"What did you say!!!" The old Confucian scholar felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his body trembling.

"The Haoran lineage has been destroyed! All the disciples are dead! All the forces of the Haoran lineage have been wiped out. Apart from the master and three senior brothers, there are no successors to the Haoran lineage."

"Bang~"

The old Confucian scholar whose cultivation level could compete with Jin Chi's body suddenly softened and sat down on the ground.

After meeting the grand event, Gong Nanbei had never dared to imagine that there was no such complicated swordsmanship in the world. It abandoned all the bells and whistles and was just pure. As long as it was pure, it would be bad.

When a person gets into trouble, there is a way to resolve it through others. You can only enlighten yourself.

"Master?" Cui Yu patted the old Confucian scholar on the shoulder, waking him up from his confusion, and his chaotic vitality returned to normal.

This Zhao Cailun's master went to restrain the old Confucian scholar, and he and others joined forces, and actually fought with Gong Nanbei for more than half a year without seeing a winner.

I saw Master Zhao Cailun stretching out his palms, the void twisted and transformed, and a unique gravity swept in. These palms turned into bright red jade, and countless mysterious runes formed chains, and the skin on the palms of his hands flashes down.

And such a complicated way of swordsmanship actually points directly to Youxia, a world that he has never seen before.

"Shu Zi is crazy!" Zhao Cailun's master's face brightened when he heard this. Countless mysterious lines appeared under his body at the last moment, and then he suddenly grabbed Gong Nanbei.

It is an incredible realm and an incredible means.

Extremely pure.

The quality of my sword energy is too low!

The Cangtian of the Little Zhou Dynasty fell into a deep sleep, but there was no contribution from the Eight Demonic Sects. Even Taiping Dao was just a pawn of the Eight Demonic Sects back then.

Xin Yuan and his group climbed the mountain slowly, and heard bursts of thunder in the distance, and a powerful aura of supernatural power came overwhelmingly.

"Taste the power of your Asheng Huicui Xiaoxue handprint!" The master snorted warmly, with a sinister look in his eyes, and clapped his hands towards Gong Nanbei.

"I only regret that my disciple was exploring destiny in this cave and didn't notice the changes in the situation inside." Xin Yuan's voice was full of self-blame.

Gong Nanbei had no intuition that the quality of his sword energy definitely surpassed the power of the Jinzhi realm. Even the mysterious aura comprehended by his master, his sword energy could compete with it.

The old Confucian scholar looked serious: "Of course. Among the eight demon sects, eight sects came together this time. The people in the eight sects are all extremely low-level players, and all of them have entered the realm of 'Edict', which is definitely something to behold. Even even There has not yet been a little demon king who has gotten together with the eight demon sects, as if they are planning something terrible. Do you believe that the eight demon sects have no small conspiracy? They seem to want to join forces with the demon clan to break through the human race's Great Wall of Bones and fight back. Central Plains.”

Xin Yuan's eyes were full of horror. This was the first time I heard such secrets.

The old Confucian scholar attributed all the reasons to the Saint Li's lineage. Xin Yuan felt that the Saint Li's lineage was not wronged at all. Everyone in the small family competed fairly, but my Haoran lineage was too competitive, and the ten elders were indifferent. A bet on Jiang Dabai caused the most advanced information of Haoran's lineage to be lost.

As long as the obsession is eliminated, the Buddha nature will appear.

To be able to make the old Confucian scholar sit down on the ground shows the shock in the other person's heart at this time.

Cui Yu had long since transformed into the little restrained Heavenly Demon Lord, who she called the inner demon and the Heavenly Demon. He was the Lord of all demons, the demon among demons. Now that he felt the changes in the old Confucian scholar's body, how could he endure it? Can you resist the temptation?

"Why is it like that? Why is it like that?" The old Confucian scholar raised his head and looked at the event with empty and confused eyes.

"Gong Nan went to the top of the mountain to compete with the legendary Demon Sect masters for the innate blessings of this place. Before the Demon Sect disappeared seven hundred years later, it seemed that it appeared again seven hundred years ago. Let's go down the mountain to help. Nanbei and Nanbei, his fellow disciples from the north and the south have held back eight low-level disciples who have entered the imperial edict. Let’s go quickly to support them.” The old Confucian scholar seemed to have just remembered the topic, and hurriedly said something to the grand gathering, then stood up and walked slowly to the top of the mountain.

My grand event was just a push at a critical moment.

"Take me! Take me after the reinforcements arrive." A beautiful middle-aged woman wearing orange clothes and holding a full moon scimitar in her hand stared at Gong Nanbei with her eyes filled with hatred. itch.

What the old Confucian scholars followed was an ancient path, not the system of practice practiced by today’s people. The old Confucian scholar has not yet grasped Xiaoluo's opportunity, and he can easily defeat any weak person in the Jin Dynasty.

The only regret in his heart is that although his sword energy is of low quality, his cultivation level is too high and is holding him back a little.

Later, the eight demonic sects were liquidated, and the Taiping Dao disappeared into darkness and became a tool of the powerful.

In the past, all the flashy sword moves and the additional attributes of the sword energy were all discarded by Gong Nanbei. Now Gong Nanbei only pursues one word, which is not 'pure'.

It was Cui Yu's stay that brought the old Confucian scholar's originally scattered energy back on track, and completely settled the originally chaotic aura in the old Confucian scholar's body.

Of course, the smallest reason is that Xin Yuan did not take action and chose to watch from the sidelines.

Even the vitality in the old Confucian scholar's body began to scatter, and it seemed to be going crazy.

"Cailun is awake! How can you listen to the nonsense of these ten little elders! Does the tenth little elder have any bad intentions? If we can provoke Xiaoliang, you still have to push him out?" The old Confucian scholar finished scolding him. The young elder and the sage of rites finished and continued to scold Shura Dao, his voice full of anger.

He was completely devoured!

Xin Yuan's heart trembled when he heard the words. The reputation of the devil was undeniable. Seven hundred years later, the devil swept across the sky and suppressed the Zhenwu Mountain. It closed its doors and blood sacrificed eighteen vassal states. It was a pity that the human race had a weak person at that time. , and then the disaster of the Eight Demonic Sects was calmed down.

"Get off!" Zhao Cailun's face was hot and tense, and his face was getting uglier and uglier. The red leather chain around him was attacking towards the north and south of the palace.

Magical power---little blood handprint.

Looking from a distance, he saw a dozen or so figures in the distance, besieging a pale white figure at the top of the mountain.

But Xin Yuan could see that Gong Nanbei's sword energy was not pure enough to split even a river of blood.

People from the Demon Sect cannot swear that they have never seen such a difficult opponent.

He is weaker than expected at the event. I am afraid that among the four hundred princes in the sky, not one of them can compete with the entire Taiping Dao.

"Yes! What he said is wrong! Rescue Gong Nanbei and let's fight back together!" The old scholar's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he had found the direction.

"What does it have to do with him? You haven't been squeezed out of the Haoran lineage, so it has nothing to do with him? If these ten idiots are still alive, I will chop us into pieces and scatter our bones into ashes." The old Confucian scholar looked at him with a look. Ashen, eyes filled with anger.

Xin Yuan gave Master Tongtian's sword post to Gong Nanbei. Gong Nanbei's swordsmanship has declined rapidly. No one knows what level he has entered now.

The Haoran lineage was entrusted to the old Confucian scholar by Saint Meng after he retreated to the Ten Directions Forest of Merit, but now the Haoran lineage has been destroyed!

Seeing Gong Nanbei defeated by all kinds of opponents in a snap, Yang Qilang's mouth twitched at the side: "Gong Nanbei's shit magical powers are simply unbelievable. No one in this world can beat me."

The old Confucian scholar's eyes turned red, demonic thoughts rolled up in his heart, and inner demons arose everywhere.

"Yes!" Xin Yuan wanted to stop Cui Yu, but it was too late. Cui Yu's seed had not yet fallen into the old Confucian scholar's eight treasures of energy and spirit.

"Because of the human heart." Xin Yuan replied.

The old Confucian scholar is possessed by demons, and she is the one I have experienced the most.

The sword intent of the Tongtian Cult Leader!

Unable to see, the old Confucian had a murderous intention.

"Master, this disciple is right about this matter. If the disciple can know the news in time, how can it take away the most advanced energy of Haoran's lineage?" Xin Yuan pretended to be a bad guy next to him:

Even many Shura Sect leaders later joined the battle group and participated in the siege of Gong Nanbei. However, Gong Nanbei stood in the center and forced everyone in with just a few moves.

The so-called demonic path is not the lingering demonic energy in the legend, but obsession and partiality, and it is not the so-called delusion.

Facing the red light of the Grand Ceremony Cui Duo, Gong Nanbei had an expression on his face, and the sword energy all over his body burst out from his pores. The moment the red light approached Gongnan Bei, they were all crushed into powder.

At this time, I want to explain a characteristic of her magical power of balancing the north and south of the palace: it is not about averageness, but about balance.

Cui Yu was even directly inspired and jumped towards the spirit of the old Confucian scholar.

After hearing what the old Confucian scholar said, Xin Yuan came up silently, knowing what to say.

"You have to give blood for blood, tooth for tooth! You have to repay the blood debt of the Saint Li lineage with blood." The voice of the old Confucian scholar was full of cold murderous intent: "You want to destroy the lineage of Saint Li! You have to create the Haoran lineage again. ! Your Haoran lineage will definitely win!"

"Master, the most important thing right now is to rescue senior brother Gong Nanbei. Let's fight back together." Xin Yuan comforted the old Confucian scholar.

Why could I survive the Little Saint's siege?

I am sure that if Xin Yuan takes action, he will not be able to reverse the situation easily.

How should I face Saint Meng?

I never wanted to compete with such a tough opponent again.

Everyone's cultivation level has been pulled up by Gong Nanbei's magical power, but it does not mean that Gong Nanbei's magical power is exactly the same as that of several people. The strength of Gong Nanbei is the sum total of those who participated in the siege against me.

As the Buddhist saying goes, "Put down a butcher's knife and kill someone to become a Buddha." The butcher's knife is not a butcher's knife, but a paranoid obsession.

No matter how few enemies he faced, Gong Nanbei was still in panic. The balance magical power cannot bring her opponent to the same level as herself, but with the sword energy, she makes herself at the upper hand against any magical power.

Xin Yuan felt that it was because of the power of the Ten Little Elders that he became unconscious, and because of the Shura Path's burning of bridges.

The old Confucian scholar is a person who respects his teachers and Taoism. Although I have no dispute with my teacher under the Taoist tradition, I respect the old Confucian scholar Meng Shengren to the core.

"The old Confucian scholar is possessed by a devil! That old guy is possessed by a devil!" Cui Yu roared in Xin Yuan's spiritual world, his eyes full of shock.

The cultivation base of the demonic people was all lower than Gong Nanbei, but at this time, Gong Nanbei was pulled into the balance field, and his cultivation level fell directly to the level of Gong Nanbei.

"Once I return to the small land of China, I'm afraid there will be another bloody storm. I also know how to deal with it." Xin Yuan's thoughts were flowing in his mind.

My sword energy has made a small contribution.

Isn’t Taipingdao weak now?

Gong Nanbei’s sword energy is very pure!

"Where is Senior Brother Zhigong Nanbei?" Xin Yuan asked.

What does my event have to do with it?

It does not mean that no matter how few people besiege Gong Nanbei, Gong Nanbei's strength will remain balanced and maintain a level where he can defeat a few people but still win.

The old Confucian scholar has not yet entered the demonic path. If his heart has stepped into the snare of obsession, there is a way to transcend himself. Even if I expound eight thousand words of morality, I have saved the old Confucian scholar who has completely entered the demonic path at this time.

"If you, you idiots, rely on your superiority in numbers and lower cultivation than you, I will kill you with just one sword." Gong Nanbei's proud voice came out.

Everyone wanted to go to the north and south of the palace, but the north and south of the palace couldn't help it. It was obvious that the two sides were at a stalemate at this time.

"Yes!" The old Confucian scholar denied Xin Yuan's statement, and his voice was hesitant and sonorous: "It's because of the aggressiveness of the Lishengren lineage! If the Lishengren lineage was so aggressive, how could your Haoran lineage end up in such a situation?"

Small is the work!

Skills are like people, they should be willing to admit defeat.

The only flaw is not that the Taiping Road stalls are too small, the power is too concentrated, and various materials and other means are controlled by various princes and powerful people, and there is no way to get rid of the secret influence of the 887 princely states.

"Master, those who besiege senior fellow apprentices from the north and south are not as capable as Zhao Cailun?" Xin Yuan asked.

I am neither satisfied with the Asura Way nor am I jealous of the short-sightedness of the Asura Way.

Xin Yuan looked at whether the old Confucian scholar had spoken. I felt that it was the worst time to speak.

The eyes of the old Confucian scholar were full of disbelief, as if he couldn't believe his ears. He stared blankly at the main black peak in the distance, feeling that his ears were buzzing, and for a while he couldn't hear the sounds outside clearly.

If someone from the Lisheng lineage is found to support the situation, I'm afraid they will be in a state of distress.

"You have to go back! You have to re-establish the Haoran lineage! You have to compete with this lineage of the Li Saint." The eyes of the old Confucian scholar were full of murderous intent.

A pale white figure stood in the center, and dozens of figures were seen besieging them from all directions, but they were resolved by the pale white figure in an understatement.

In this weird world, I can consecrate the gods