In this weird world, I can consecrate the gods

The sounds of broken literary hearts sounded like clear wind chimes in the mountains. The old Confucian scholar stood there with an expressionless face. In front of him, disciples of the Lisheng lineage came one after another desperately, insisting on joining the old Confucian scholar. Higher and lower. Even though I know in my heart that a moth flies into a flame and a mantis' arm is like a chariot, I still move forward bravely.

When Cui Yu arrived, he saw disabled people all over the mountains and plains, as well as old Confucian scholars standing at the foot of Luming Mountain.

Cui Yu's heart was a little frightened, and his whole scalp was numb. He stared blankly at the countless wounded people all over the mountains and plains, and felt a chill rising from his back.

There were thousands of words in my heart that I wanted to say to persuade, but now I swallowed them all.

"We're in big trouble! The hatred has been forged, and I'm afraid it can't be untied." Cui Yu's eyes were full of seriousness, and his eyes were full of horror.

The old Confucian scholar has broken more than 700 Taoist hearts, countless seeds of the sage lineage, and masters have turned into mortals. How can such hatred be easily resolved?

Cui Yu could even imagine what horrific consequences there would be once Saint Li returned.

Cui Yu simply stepped aside. The matter had reached this stage and he was not suitable to get involved.

Gong Nanbei was sitting in the pavilion sharpening his sword, and the sound of the old Confucian scholar's discussion could not suppress the sound of Gong Nanbei's sword sharpening.

"You are also watching Mr. mischief." Cui Yu came to Gong Nanbei's side and said in a low voice.

"I owe my life to you, sir." Gong Nanbei continued to sharpen his sword without raising his head: "If you owe someone else, you must pay it back. The worst is to pay for it with your own life."

Gong Nanbei is worthy of being Gong Nanbei. The haze in his heart has disappeared. Not only has he defeated the great fear in his heart, he has even become more diligent and has gained a lot in his swordsmanship.

Cui Yu can no longer see through Gong Nanbei. Gong Nanbei's swordsmanship has improved again, but he doesn't know if he has stepped into that legendary realm.

He couldn't persuade Gong Nanbei, and he couldn't stop the old Confucian scholar. Cui Yu looked at the crowd and saw Yan Qu with white hair.

The Wen Palace was destroyed and his cultivation level declined. Yan Qu's lifespan began to drain away and he showed an old look, looking like a sixty-year-old man.

Cui Yu saw Yan Qu, and Yan Qu also saw Cui Yu. Looking at Yan Qu's gray hair, Cui Yu couldn't believe that the high-spirited headmaster of the Lisheng lineage in the past had ended up in this situation today.

Yan Qu looked at Cui Yu with his eyes. He didn't speak, but there was a message for help in his eyes.

Cui Yu stood there, not knowing what to choose for a while, and gradually fell into a tangle.

Seeing this, Yan Qu's eyes gradually dimmed, and he looked at the old Confucian scholar with his eyes full of resentment: "The Li Sheng will not let you go. If you want to kill someone, just kill him directly. If you have to be hypocritical, you will not do it directly. , I am afraid that someone will take advantage of me, and I will use the method of breaking the Taoist heart to break the spirit of my Lisheng. This is just a cover-up, it is simply ridiculous. "

The old Confucian scholar ignored Yan Qu's words. He was just a useless person, so what should he care about?

Seeing the Confucian scholars coming one after another generously to break the Taoist heart, Cui Yu's face was moved, and he was infected by the fearless spirit.

In the past, he always felt that the sage was hypocritical and made some so-called rules and etiquette to restrain the people of the world and restrained human nature. But when he saw him today, Cui Yu only felt a breath rolling in his chest.

"Sir! Let's stop. Even if you destroy all the disciples of the Lisheng lineage, it will be difficult to re-establish the Haoran lineage." Cui Yu stepped forward and came behind the old Confucian scholar.

After all, he couldn't help but dissuade the old Confucian scholar.

"As long as the lineage of the Lisheng is destroyed, my Haoran lineage will still have a chance. The Lisheng has controlled Confucianism in the world for five thousand years and has become a worm in our Confucian sect. If the Lisheng is not dead, it will be difficult for scholars in the world to get ahead. You are thousands of Don't be fooled by appearances." The old Confucian scholar's voice was as still as a mountain, and he opened his mouth to admonish Cui Yu.

"Sir! You have to be merciful and merciful! If you lose the battle for orthodoxy, you have lost. When you go back, study hard and win back in the future. How can there be smooth sailing in life? There is no shame in losing once..."

Cui Yu was about to stop the old Confucian scholar, but before he finished speaking, there was a sudden thunderbolt in the clear sky, the sound of reading in the dark, and a roar coming from the void: "Little Li Ming, don't you dare to bully the weak by force and ruin my moral order? I will fight you until death."

It is the voice of the sage!

After receiving countless incense sacrifices from Da Qi Kingdom, the Li Saint finally rushed out from an unknown place.

Feeling the tragic situation of the Li lineage, Saint Li was so angry that the sky turned blood red.

I saw a figure walking out of the blood-colored clouds and rushing towards the direction of Da Qi at high speed.

"Zheng~"

At this moment, a sword cry suddenly sounded, and Gong Nanbei put down the sword sharpening stone. The next moment, the sword flashed with a cold light and returned to the scabbard in an instant.

Gong Nanbei stood up silently, holding an ordinary iron sword in his hand, and looked at Cui Yu with his eyes: "Mi Li will leave it to you."

When Cui Yu saw Gong Nanbei asking for help again, he couldn't help but froze, his eyes full of horror: "Brother, don't seek death, that's a ceremonial saint."

Without answering Cui Yu's words, Gong Nanbei took a step forward and faced the figure in the clouds.

His steps were firm and his back straight, like a sword about to be unsheathed.

"The north and south of the palace ask the sage for advice."

A thousand miles from the north to the south of the palace, he stood in front of Saint Li. He wanted to stop Saint Li and buy time for the old Confucian scholar.

"Ant, get away!" Saint Li was furious and suddenly slapped Gong Nanbei.

Saint Li's slap was not big, and every inch of the skin seemed to be flowing with the breath of ceremony. With Saint Li's slap, the entire void trembled.

"balance!"

Facing the palm slapped by Saint Li, Gong Nanbei used his own magical power without hesitation, and saw a wonderful aura spreading from Gong Nanbei's body, covering Saint Li in an instant.

Then in everyone's shocked eyes, the aura of the Saint Li suddenly dropped, and he fell below the holy level in a snap of his fingers.

The slap was blocked by Gong Nanbei's scabbard.

"What a Gong Nanbei! What a balancing power!" Saint Li's steps were finally blocked. He looked at Gong Nanbei with a pair of eyes full of admiration: "What a pity, why is such a talented person not from my lineage of Li?"

"Please enlighten me from the saint." Gong Nanbei slowly took off the scabbard and bowed respectfully to the saint.

Saint Li looked at Gong Nanbei and couldn't help but shook his head: "What a pity."

"Why is it such a pity?" Gong Nanbei was stunned, his eyes full of astonishment.

"Although your innate magical power balance is powerful, it can't help me. You are just trying to block a car with your mantis arm." Li Shengren shook his head: "My natural magical power is somewhat similar to yours."

"My rules are rules." The white light around Saint Li began to spread and turned into a transparent light shield, which actually blocked Gong Nanbei's breath outside his body.

Everyone knows that ritual saints practice rituals, but they don’t know that rituals are rules.

Now the cultivation of the Li Saint has entered an unpredictable realm, and he has cultivated his own field. In Cui Yu's view, the domain of the sage is somewhat similar to his own will of heaven.

Gong Nanbei's pupils shrank, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

"You still want to block me?" Saint Li looked towards Gong Nanbei.

Gong Nanbei turned to look at Luming Mountain: "I dare you, sir, to stop here for a quarter of an hour."

Li Shengren heard this and shook his head: "Whether you can block me for a quarter of an hour depends on your ability."

When Gong Nanbei heard the words, he said no more. The sword light in his hand rose into the sky and stabbed towards the world three feet around Saint Li.

further away

Cui Yu couldn't help but shrink his pupils when he saw Gong Nanbei swinging his sword at Saint Li: "Master, senior brother Gong Nanbei is no match for Saint Li, please stop immediately."

The old Confucian scholar was silent when he heard the words, but his eyes moved, and he took the initiative to walk towards Luming Mountain. He wanted to personally destroy the traitors who had taken refuge in the Lisheng lineage.

As long as you join the Haoran lineage, you will live as a person of the Haoran lineage and die as a ghost of the Haoran lineage.

In the minds of old Confucian scholars, there are only two types of disciples in the Haoran lineage. The first is the living Haoran disciples, and the second is the dead Haoran disciples.

apostasy?

nonexistent!

Now that he has joined the Haoran lineage, how can he be allowed to apostatize?

The old Confucian scholar walked towards the mountain with an expressionless face. Wherever he passed, countless disciples of the Lisheng lineage rushed over one after another, but their hearts were broken by the old Confucian scholar.

"You are unwilling to hand over the traitor, and I will not bully you. I will directly talk to you about morality and justice. Even a sage cannot say no." The old Confucian scholar spoke plausibly, with a eloquent and unhurried attitude. Slowly walked towards the palace.

Cui Yu couldn't help but shrink his pupils when he saw the old Confucian scholar's movements. He wanted to take action to suppress the old Confucian scholar, but in the end he made no move.

The ceremonial saint over there was being held back by Gong Nanbei. Seeing the old Confucian scholar bullying the younger ones and directly starting a crushing game, countless talented people of the ceremonial saint lineage were deposed, and the whole person couldn't help but become furious.

Gong Nanbei's sword light was very fast, so fast that it broke through Saint Li's barrier.

The sword energy was so pure that it penetrated directly into the three-foot world of Saint Li. It shocked Saint Li's heart and shrank his pupils. His eyes were full of disbelief: "How is it possible! How can you break through my domain."

Gong Nanbei's sword energy pierced through Saint Li's domain and tore Saint Li's clothes. Just when it was about to pierce Saint Li's skin, Gong Nanbei's sword finally stopped.

"Your sword can rival a great monk in the tenth realm, but it's a pity that I am invincible in the tenth realm. I have already seen the scenery above the tenth realm. What a pity your sword is!" Saint Li looked at his chest. The sword, which was immobilized by the domain, said something calmly, but the palms in its sleeves were trembling.

"With your ninth level, you have broken my tenth level magical power, which is enough to make you proud of the world. The old Confucian scholar ruined my Taoist inheritance, and I killed one of his talented disciples, which is considered to have wiped it out." The sage Li looked towards the north and south of the palace, and went down. In an instant, his right hand reached out lightly, crossing the realm and landing on Gong Nanbei's chest.

"Bang~"

Gong Nanbei's entire body was instantly wiped out into ashes, turning into ashes and dispersing between heaven and earth.

"Pfft~"

The Saint of Ceremony closed the realm, and suddenly the white shirt on his chest was stained with blood, and the bright red blood came from the tip of the sword in the north and south of the palace.

Gong Nanbei's sword did not hurt Saint Li on the surface, but the pure sword energy broke through the field and penetrated into Saint Li's body.

"What a good young man!" Saint Li praised: "If I hadn't understood the path of reincarnation, I would have been in trouble this time."

However, the Saint of Li was still a Saint of Li, and he withstood Gong Nanbei's sword energy.

"Impossible! How could Senior Brother Nanbei die like this?" Cui Yuru was struck by lightning and looked at Gong Nanbei, who had turned into gray, with disbelief in his eyes.

In his eyes, Gong Nanbei was an extremely talented person who seemed to have never been defeated, but how could he die?

Gong Nanbei died so quickly and suddenly that Cui Yu had no chance to rescue him.

"Heaven! He has the aura of heaven in his body!" Chi You's voice recalled in Cui Yu's mind.

sky?

Cui Yu was stunned.

The old Confucian scholar who was walking over there suddenly stopped, as if he felt something in his heart. He turned his head and looked into the distance, looking at the ashes in the sky. He couldn't help but be stunned. His eyes rarely regained a touch of clarity: "North and South!!!"

The old Confucian scholar murmured to himself, his eyes red for a moment.

Gong Nanbei did not block Saint Li for a quarter of an hour, he only blocked one move of Saint Li.

"He died unjustly! If you were willing to put things aside and practice peace of mind without causing trouble, how could he have died?" Saint Li walked in the void and slowly came from the horizon.

After hearing the words of the Li Sage, the old Confucian scholar was silent and clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves.

"The Haoran lineage is not good! Neither is your master Meng Shengren. He is too arrogant and has too many character flaws." Li Shengren struck directly at the heart of the old Confucian scholar. At the same time, his eyes swept across the mountains and plains, and he clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves. Stop, the voice becomes calmer: "I will send you to see your master."

"Send me to see my master? If it weren't for the despicable and shameless plot of your Lisheng lineage, how could my master have broken the Taoist heart?" The old Confucian scholar was furious when he heard this.

"I will give you three days to repair it. After three days, you and I will discuss the truth. There should be only one voice among Confucianism in the world, and this farce should come to an end." The Li Sage looked at the old Confucian scholar with his eyes: "You There is a big problem with your current state of mind, but don’t blame me for not giving you a chance.”

As he spoke, Li Sheng turned around and began to check the conditions of the disciples in the mountain. However, the more he checked, the darker his face became, and his whole face was full of gloom.

"Sage Li was severely injured by Senior Brother Gong Nanbei. If Master takes action now, there may be a chance." At this moment, Cui Yu spoke, his voice full of seriousness.

He understood Gong Nanbei's sword energy, and Saint Li was definitely not as calm as he seemed. The Li Sage is not a very kind and compassionate person, so there must be something fishy about asking the old Confucian scholar to rest at this time.

It's a pity that the old Confucian scholar didn't listen to Cui Yu. He was too afraid of the sage. The early appearance of the Li Sage broke his plan, disrupted his position, and his heart was in chaos.

He was also aware of his mental problems. After being confused at this time, he did not have the courage to face Saint Li directly.

"In three days." The old Confucian scholar looked at Li Shengren and said, "I will come to Luming Mountain to find you. You are right, it is enough for Confucianism to have one voice."