In this weird world, I can consecrate the gods

Cui Yu looked at Wang Yi's broken arm and didn't know how to comfort him. He just used his magical power to reconnect the other person's broken arm.

"Where is Senior Brother Gong Nanbei?" Cui Yu asked.

"I don't know." Wang Yi shook his head, holding back tears in his eyes.

Without saying a word, Cui Yu directly used his escape skills to rush towards Da Qi. However, Cui Yu's escape skills were too crotch-stretching. By the time he arrived at Da Qi, it was already a month or two later.

This is Cui Yu's continuous escape technique day and night, otherwise it would take longer.

At this time, the Daqi Kingdom was already in a state of excitement!

Da Qi

Minglu Mountain

Minglu Mountain is the general site of the academy selected by the Lisheng lineage in the Daqi Kingdom. Countless masters of the Lisheng lineage are stationed here, where they lecture on scriptures and discuss knowledge on weekdays.

However, since a month and a half ago, the old Confucian scholar fell from the sky and blocked the outside of Minglu Mountain, the whole country of Qi exploded, and masters from all over the world rushed over like a swarm.

At this time, Luming Mountain was crowded with people, all coming from all directions to watch the excitement.

A month and a half ago, the old Confucian scholar descended from the sky and suppressed Luming Mountain. He defeated the eight Bai Chi of the Lisheng lineage in Luming Mountain in a snap, and threatened to ask the Lisheng lineage to hand over the apostate disciples of the Haoran lineage.

Of course, it is impossible for the Li Saint lineage to agree. This is simply impossible. If the lineage of Lisheng cannot protect those disciples who come to seek refuge, who will dare to work for the lineage of Lisheng in the future? Who dares to come and seek refuge with the lineage of Lisheng?

The monks of the Lisheng lineage refused, but the old Confucian scholar seized the opportunity and wanted to have a heart-to-heart discussion with the entire Lisheng lineage, and took the opportunity to remove the Lisheng lineage from the world.

What a perfect excuse!

The old Confucian scholar has superb supernatural powers, and the masters of the Lisheng lineage want to capture the old Confucian scholar, but who knows that they are all defeated by the old Confucian scholar at the snap of his fingers.

Today is the deadline of one and a half months.

At the top of Luming Mountain, Yan Qu looked ugly. His eyes looked down at the crowds of people below, as well as the old Confucian scholar dressed in white who stood proudly in front of Luming Mountain Academy. His expression was extremely ugly.

"Senior Brother Yan Qu, today is the deadline. Our Lisheng lineage must come forward to fight, otherwise... I'm afraid that lunatic will go on a killing spree." A disciple of the Lisheng lineage stood behind Yan Qu, with a pair of eyes. Looking at the old Confucian scholar at the bottom of the mountain, his eyes were full of evil spirits.

"It's too much to bully others!" Yan Qu felt aggrieved. When did he, a dignified sage, suffer from such a weak attitude?

"Have you ever sent a message to a saint?" Yan Qu asked.

"The message has been sent, but the saint has not replied." The disciple whispered.

"All the masters that my Lisheng lineage can come here have arrived." The disciple said in a low voice.

"What do you say from the palace of Da Qi? As long as the King of Qi sends people with bloodline, they may not be able to suppress the old Confucian scholars." Yan Qu asked again.

"Young master Xiaobai came forward, slandered in front of King Qi, and secretly changed King Qi's will." The disciple smiled bitterly and said: "We can't count on the masters of Da Qi. We still need to do this ourselves. The same goes for King Qi. This means that this is our grudge, no matter who wins or loses, he respects the result."

"Damn old fox, King Qi wants to take benefits without doing anything. Damn it." Yan Qu couldn't help but cursed.

He supports Prince Chong'er, not the current King of Qi. Of course, the King of Qi will not help him.

"We can't delay it! There is still a month and a half, and we can't delay it no matter what. Logically speaking, there is still a month and a half to prepare. It's a shame that this old Confucian scholar is so dishonest that he has advanced the time for questioning one's mind and discussing the Tao. If a saint How can we allow him to be so arrogant here?" Yan Qu was extremely angry now, but there was nothing he could do about it. All the masters who could go up took action, but when faced with the old Confucian scholar who had mastered one sentence, they all retreated and had no qualifications to compete.

There was deathly silence in the hall. At this time, countless disciples of the Lisheng line gathered together, staring at Yan Qu's back with eyes full of silence and seriousness.

"Brothers of the Lisheng lineage, the time for discussing Taoism has come. If you don't come out, I will go crazy. You have taken away my Haoran lineage and destroyed my Haoran lineage. I will give you a chance. As long as you can If you win in the discussion of Taoism, junior brother, I will retreat without disturbing you. But if you lose, just obediently let Da Qi out." The voice of the old Confucian scholar came from down the mountain, and the tone of the victory that he had grasped and everything was in people's hearts. Anger surged into the sky.

"You bastard! You're just too much of a bully!" Yan Qu was furious and rushed down the mountain.

"Headmaster!"

Seeing Yan Qu rushing down the mountain, all the disciples of the Lisheng lineage behind him followed him one after another.

"Old Confucian scholar, you are a master who can compare with the holy way. It would be too much to bully juniors like me." Yan Qu came to the old Confucian scholar, pointed at the old Confucian scholar's nose and scolded him angrily.

"This statement is ridiculous. I have not attained enlightenment and become a saint. This matter was witnessed by all the monks in the world. As for bullying the juniors? You and I are peers, so how can we talk about juniors?" The old Confucian scholar said expressionlessly: "You are waiting to destroy others. Taoism, cutting off the popularity is too much."

"If any of you can argue with me today, then that's it. Otherwise..." The old Confucian scholar suddenly showed an evil smile: "I'm afraid that your lineage of Lisheng and Saints will be removed from the world."

"How dare you!" Yan Qu was shocked and angry when he heard this, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"I don't dare, you will know after you try it." The old Confucian scholar said with a smile, but that smile fell into the eyes of everyone, and it turned out to be unspeakably evil.

The old Confucian scholar slowly raised the ruler in his hand, and the aura around his body began to condense and enveloped the entire Luming Mountain: "Who will discuss the Tao with me?"

"Pa~"

The old Confucian scholar's ruler flew out, and Wen Gong, a disciple of the Lisheng lineage, was directly shattered by the old Confucian scholar. The disciple fainted with blood spurting from his mouth.

"You bastard! How dare you deceive me like this?" The Bai Chi master of the Lisheng lineage roared angrily, but the next moment the old Confucian scholar's ruler flew out, and the Bai Chi master of the Lisheng lineage faced the old Confucian scholar. Unable to defeat the combined force, Wen Gong was shattered and fell to the ground.

"Damn beast!"

All the edict masters from the Lisheng line were so stunned that they were about to fight the old Confucian scholar, but Yan Qu stopped him: "Stop it."

As Yan Qu was appointed as the headmaster by the sage of rites, he still had some majesty among the sages of rites. The crowd immediately fell silent with a roar.

Yan Qu looked at the old Confucian scholar, but did not say anything about fighting to the death. From the moment Saint Meng entered the Forest of Merits of the Ten Directions and Haoran's lineage was swallowed up, the two sides had been fighting to the death.

"As the leader of the Lisheng lineage, I should come forward when things happen. Since you want to challenge my Lisheng lineage, I will come out to discuss things with you, lest you underestimate my Lisheng lineage. I, Lisheng Our lineage is different from yours, Haoran. We would rather die standing than live on our knees." Yan Qu walked out step by step: "I am the leader of the Lisheng lineage, and I should set an example for my disciples."

"Headmaster, as the helmsman, how can you be involved in danger..." An old antique from the Baichi realm of the Lisheng lineage stood up: "I will teach this old Confucian scholar for a while on behalf of the headmaster."

Yan Qu did not look back, but waved his hand to stop Bai Chi's movements: "As the headmaster, I should be the pioneer of all of you. I don't believe it. I have tens of thousands of disciples in the Lisheng lineage, but I can't beat an old Confucian scholar."

Yan Qu stood opposite the old Confucian scholar, his eyes full of seriousness: "Your Haoran lineage has exhausted its energy. You are just the last force of Haoran's lineage to counterattack."

"Did my Haoran lineage perish at the hands of senior brother?" The old Confucian scholar stared at Yan Qu with his eyes filled with evil spirits.

"Haoran's lineage is unknown to people. Talents like Cui Yu have been pushed out of Daliang City by you. They wander around the world like a bereaved dog with nowhere to return. Can your Haoran lineage be immortal? If Cui Yu continues to stay in Haoran's lineage Pulse, no matter how bad the situation is, Haoran's lineage will still have Taoist fire left, instead of all the elites being lost. This is the lineage of Tian Mie Haoran, I am just following God's will!" Yan Qu's voice was full of ridicule.

‘Click~’

It seemed to be the crisp sound of jade breaking. The old Confucian scholar's expression changed, and a trace of blood suddenly flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Yan Qu's words were like a knife, piercing directly into the heart of the old Confucian scholar and causing the greatest pain to the old Confucian scholar.

If Cui Yu had not been squeezed out by Zhao Cailun and the ten elders, and Cui Yu was in charge of Haoran's lineage, how could he be reduced to what he is today?

Yan Qu's words about the number of days really hit the old Confucian scholar's lungs, and opened another gap in the old Confucian scholar's Taoist heart.

"Don't show your strength with words, you and I will see the truth in Taoism today." The old Confucian scholar smiled coldly, and the next moment a bright moon rose behind him, crushing towards Yan Qu.

Asking the mind and discussing the Tao, this bright moon is the Tao and fruit of the old Confucian scholar. He actually used the Tao and the fruit to suppress people instead of discerning the meaning of the scriptures.

Facing the bright moon of the old Confucian scholar, a green lotus flower behind Yan Qu was surrounded by chaotic energy. However, before the lotus could bloom, the bright moon had already crushed down. The next moment, the lotus collapsed directly, and a crisp sound came from Yan Qu's body. With the sound, Wen Gong immediately burst into pieces. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth and he fainted.

All the abilities of a Confucian monk rest on the Wen Gong. Once the Wen Gong is broken, their moral conduct and future will be considered useless.

"Brother Headmaster!"

A group of people from the Lisheng lineage rushed over with sad faces and dragged Yan Qu back on the ground, their voices filled with endless anger.

"Who wants to discuss Tao with me?" However, the old Confucian scholar ignored him and stood there calmly and said.

With Yan Qu being abolished, he found that his Taoist heart had recovered a little bit, and the haze and demonic energy in his heart had been lifted away.

"I'll meet you."

An elder Bai Chi from the Lisheng lineage walked out quickly and glared at the old Confucian scholar with a pair of eyes. His voice was full of anger: "As a top master of the Haoran lineage, you are so unruly and treat low-level monks like us. It's simply unethical to take action, aren't you afraid that your conscience will break?"

"There is so much nonsense, so stop talking and talk about Taoism." The old Confucian scholar said expressionlessly: "When you destroy my Haoran Taoist lineage, what moral principles are you talking about?"

The bright moon crushed down, the elder stared angrily, and a seal flew out of his body.

The full moon hangs high in the sky, and the seal is like a stubborn stone, but it is just a mantis' arm used as a chariot with an egg hitting the stone.

‘Click~’

The elder only managed to block three breaths before he was crushed by the full moon. The Wen Gong immediately collapsed, blood spurted from his mouth and he fainted, and his thousand-year cultivation was lost in one fell swoop.

"Elder Wenruo!!!"

All the disciples looked at the heartbroken old man with sad and angry expressions, and rushed over to rescue him.

"Who's coming?" The old Confucian scholar's face was expressionless.

"I'm coming!" Another elder who entered the imperial edict stood up. There was no fear on his face, but only passionate indignation: "Haoran is a hypocrite! His skills are inferior to others, but he behaves like this. Meng Shengren is a hypocrite, you guys They are all really villains. The only difficulty in life is death! At worst, my head falls on the ground, what can you do to me? If you don't follow the rules, you will definitely suffer retribution in the future."

A vision appeared behind the elder, but it was a heart of iron and blood.

"I don't know if I will suffer retribution, but you will suffer retribution now." The old Confucian scholar's face was expressionless. The light of the bright moon was like the sea, and his iron-blooded heart was crushed into powder in an instant.

The elder was defeated, but he didn't faint. He just spit out a mouthful of blood: "Haha, I will watch you suffer retribution."

The old Confucian scholar looked at the crowd of Lishengs with no expression on his face: "The next one."

"Thief, what are you going to do? Are you going to completely destroy my lineage of rites and saints?" An elder trembled with anger and glared at the old Confucian scholar.

"Then abolish it." The old Confucian scholar said expressionlessly.

The elder was furious when he heard this. The next moment, a big tree behind him soared into the sky. However, before the vision was fully revealed, it was crushed and crushed by the bright moon.

Obviously, the old Confucian scholar couldn't wait any longer.

He just wanted to take advantage of the absence of the Lisheng to uproot the Lisheng lineage.

"Li Ming, this is my country, Da Qi. Don't go too far."

At this moment, there was the sound of horse hooves at the foot of the mountain. Prince Chong'er rode a strange beast and led an army of three thousand to rush over. Seeing the miserable situation of Haoran's family, he glared at the old Confucian scholar.

"Oh?" The old Confucian scholar's eyes were full of indifference: "You are just an ant, except that you are the Crown Prince of Da Qi. I can kill you with a snap of my fingers. How can I allow you to point fingers in front of me?"

The old Confucian scholar glanced at Chong'er indifferently and glanced at all the disciples of the Lisheng lineage: "The next one."

"I, Chen Xu, have come to learn the brilliant skills of Haoran's lineage!" An old man strode over, his eyes filled with anger and rage, but not the slightest bit of fear.

"Just ants." The old Confucian scholar smiled disdainfully.

The next moment, Chen Xuwen Palace collapsed, and there was no longer any life left.

"I, Liu Wei, am here to learn some great tricks!" Another young man who was not in the calamity realm strode directly to the old Confucian scholar: "Old man, you will definitely suffer retribution in the future."

The old Confucian scholar's face was expressionless, and the next moment Liu Weiwen's palace collapsed.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! What a saint of the Haoran lineage, he really doesn't follow the rules. I would like to pay homage to the King of the Holy Lineage, and ask the saint to grant me the Wen Palace Shatter!" Another elder strode out.

The old Confucian scholar's face was expressionless, and figures walked past him one after another. He only heard bursts of breaking sounds, and saw elders generously coming to break Taoist hearts one after another.

From the imperial masters at the beginning, to the disaster realm later, and even to the newcomers who had just entered the supernatural realm, they all came here generously without any fear.

In just one day, all 784 literary hearts were broken into pieces in Luming Mountain.