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Fang Xuanji sneered: "What does it have to do with you? What kind of a good person are you here to now? I am sorry for her, but I did not betray her when I was alive, but became unscrupulous after she died, but what about you? You betrayed her for seven years. Ten years... just to be a monk, Qingdeng Ancient Buddha! Kasyapa, you are still a man!"

"If you want to take revenge on me, just come at me! But there are some things you should never do!"

The monk put his palms together, the light of the Buddha in Mount Sumeru shone, the bells rang together, and Sanskrit chanting came from the stone Buddha.

"The poor monk finally understands why this obsession has persisted for five hundred years!"

"A friend from the past became a demon at one thought, Fang Xuanji, the poor monk will kill demons and demons today... the karma left behind will be liquidated together!"

The Earth Immortal grinned: "Do you really think that a small Mount Sumeru can hold me down? Just rely on your broken second-grade obsession and a sixth-level heaven warrior! Who gave you the confidence! Buddha, Tathagata! After a long time! Three hundred years, let me experience your Tathagata Ten Powers again!"

Shirataki got up from the stone... After talking for a long time, he still wanted to hit him.

This time, old enemies met, and they were extremely jealous. New and old hatreds were added together, and all kinds of hair pulling and kicking were indispensable.

Shirataki said to the little Guanyin: "You go back first."

The relic flickered and sent her back to the Southern Tang capital.

In Little Sumeru Mountain, there were only the last three people left, and the next thing was a just group fight, two against one.

Fang Xuanji shot with anger, he had reservations before, but now he has done it with all his strength.

He also knows that if he loses, there will be no future, how can he die here!

The gray-robed old monk and Fang Xuanji, who were shining with Buddha's light, collided with each other. They were both old rivals and old friends, and they knew each other well.

Shirataki staggered a position, did not take the initiative to make a move, but wandered around in the battle situation looking for opportunities.

Fang Xuanji is a Confucian sage, not a martial artist, and he doesn't have an advantage in taking the initiative to collide with him, but what gave him this confidence is his cultivation and realm.

The Buddha carver is the obsession created by the Venerable Arhat of the second rank. Even with the advantage of the home field, he is at most equal to that of the past. He is still far behind the Bodhisattva of the first rank, and he is two realms behind the Earth Immortal.

As if two realms with opposite attributes collided, the Buddha's light and awe-inspiring righteousness swept all around, and the five-hundred-year-old stone statues were destroyed in the aftermath. Shirataki stood on the ground with both feet, walking on the edge of destruction.

Small Mount Sumeru shook violently, the sand and stone on the surface were blown away layer by layer, scattered in the bottomless clouds, the restraint of Mount Sumeru was shaken, Fang Xuanji shook the old monk back, and was about to attack Arhat is in the palm of your hand.

But saw a wisp of white clothes coming.

After taking off the black clothes, Baisha's upper body was covered with a white shirt, Tianmo raised his hand and clasped the opponent's wrist, his aura of righteousness was pulled off layer by layer in an instant, and he approached within three feet , regard Confucianism, sage and law as nothing.

Fang Xuanji waved his left sleeve, and said in a low voice: "I use Confucianism to cut off the spring and autumn!"

With the dharma sword in hand, we can straighten the world!

Confucianism, Taoism and Legalism have long been separated, and the world's avenues all belong to Confucianism.

But when the sword fell, the veins in Fang Xuanji's hands were bulging, his righteousness was as vast as a sea of ​​clouds, and he remained motionless.Shirataki couldn't be shaken even a bit.

Confucianism and Taoism have righteousness in one heart, and the power of moves favors colleagues who are in the realm of cultivation, and it also has a shocking effect on the enemy.

The great Confucianism can drive back thousands of troops and deter demons and ghosts with a single sentence, also because it is idealism.

But when it comes to idealism, Bai Taki's mind is so strong that it is really not up to Confucianism and Taoism to judge him.

The young man raised his hand indifferently: "Your sword of Confucianism, Taoism and law cannot kill me."

Fang Xuanji's pupils shrank, and he shouted: "There is no one who can't be ruled out!"

Bai Taki smiled: "Yes, that's right... In my whole life, I don't believe in kings, I don't respect Confucianism and Taoism!"

Clasping the dharma sword with five fingers, the magic form of heaven appeared for a moment, and suddenly collided with the sage and dharma form. The two forces collided simultaneously, forming a collapsed singularity, which formed in an instant, and then the singularity dissipated.

Fang Xuanji was extremely angry, perhaps he finally understood why he was so afraid of this person.

All the people in the world, but those who have learned characters, do not all learn from Confucianism, even women!

Confucianism has spread all over the world, and Confucian saints are the undoubted teachers of the world.

In the Confucian thought of respecting rituals and music and class, there is an extremely important sentence of "respecting teachers and emphasizing Taoism".

Anyone who faces Confucianism, sages and laws will be three points weaker before fighting, even martial arts are no exception. After all, Confucianism has established rules for the world. The first generation of Confucian saints had the wild words of "I rule the world with etiquette". Confucian saints do not respect heaven and earth, but stand on the way of human beings. They are two completely different extremes from Taoist Qi practitioners who respect heaven and earth and seek ascension.

But how could Fang Xuanji imagine that this young man in front of him neither respects heaven and earth as much as a Daoist qi trainer, nor is he different from Confucianism.

Not to mention respect, even listening to a sentence feels sour, and the expression on his face is one thousand and five degrees of contempt.

I don't think it makes any sense at all, not only do I think so in my heart, but I even curse on my lips.

Relying on the essence of the most advanced thoughts of human beings for thousands of years as a barrier to resist the impact of ancient Confucianism, I have to say...

Too much martial arts.

Shirataki swings his fists like a strong wind, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, and Avalokitesvara's moves are all vajra iron fists.

"Eat my realism correction punch!"

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Fang Xuanji's eyes were red... He couldn't understand what he was saying!

The Arhats who had already taken a breath at the side attacked together, and the Venerable Arhat would of course also know how to punch the Arhat.

The two thousand-armed arhats savagely beat the Confucian saint caught between them, and Ola Ola's fist shadow was like a backlog of two big tides facing each other.

The earth immortal Confucian saint was in a panic for a while.

He didn't just care about being beaten, he didn't know when, he had withdrawn a restriction from Mount Sumeru.

The chain engraved with Sanskrit was pulled out, and the Buddhist script on it spread with the clear light, and where it spread, it was rewritten into ancient seal characters.

"Not good! He is rewriting the prohibition of Mount Sumeru!" The gray-robed old monk's expression changed drastically, and he could stop: "Stop him! Let him find the core of the restriction, and Mount Sumeru will not be able to keep him!"

Fang Xuanji remained calm, waiting for this move.

He is a Confucian sage, who rules the world, but Xiaoqian World does not belong to the Confucian world. There are a lot of Buddhist restrictions here, which prevent him from using many methods. rules.

What he is fighting for is time.

Next, give him half a stick of incense time, which is enough to break the restriction. As long as he can leave here, he is still the earth immortal of Ren Xiaoyao.

Seeing that the old monk had fallen behind in Buddhism, he raised his hand to isolate him: "My family, my country, my world!"

All attacks are connected and sound waves are isolated.

At this time, Fang Xuanji caught a glimpse of Bai Taki making the same movement as before again from the corner of his vision, with one hand sticking into his sleeve.

He had already taken off his coat, and there was only a shirt on his body. There were no sleeves on the shirt. The real magic power and tumbling clouds surrounding his body formed an ink-colored cloak, as if there were two extra sleeves.

There was nothing hidden under the sleeve before, just a middle finger.

Could it be another bluff this time, trying to bluff?

Once Fang Xuanji, who was bitten by a snake, reinforced the city defenses, he didn't believe that the other party had any means to break through his family, country, and world, so he didn't choose to intervene, but just watched Shirataki coldly, unwilling to believe that he really had the ability to hide, and It was precisely because of this stability that he lost the means of avoidance and gave up the initiative to his opponent.

Then Shirataki showed the magic weapon blade from under his sleeve.

From the corner of the Earth Immortal's line of sight, there was a faint light, like the gleam of a firefly in a summer night, it was faintly visible, slightly like a candle that would go out when pinched, but this little firefly light, after only three steps Afterwards, it changed into Bright Moon's Glory.

Before the person arrived, he had only walked three steps, and the peerless magic weapon drawn from under his sleeve had already been handed to him, as if a bright moon was approaching.

The bright moonlight shines through all things, and there is no way for gods and immortals to hide.

The name of this knife is - Zhanxian!

Lie Sheng asked Bai Taki if he dared to accept his sword and fame.

What Shirataki received was both a knife and an intention.

The Immortal Slaying Sword cannot be passed on in an ordinary way. This is a sword that only the number one keeper in the world is qualified to hold.

This is the real trump card that he has been hiding for a long time. The reason why he didn't use it before was to take into account the safety of the little Guanyin, and also because it is too critical, and he must kill it at the most certain moment before he can make a final decision.

Fang Xuanji looked at the knife, it came so fast, but it was so ordinary, with a lot of thoughts, it was a sad discovery that there was no other way to choose besides hard resistance.

So he took the knife hard.

The family, the country, and the world were broken at the sound, with one sword in two, the blue shirts of Confucian saints were stained with blood, and their hands trembled.

He wasn't seriously injured, but once he was injured, it meant that even an Earth Immortal might be cut under the sword.

Immortals on land are immortal, but it does not mean 'immortality'!

Fang Xuanji has the realm of Confucianism, the Confucian saints who rule the world, the family and country that cannot be broken by non-celestial beings, the monstrous fate of one person reaching half the country, and the body of immortality, even if he can't say it here. It is enough for Fa Sui to be proud of the world, and even a first-rank martial artist can't hurt him at all.

But in fact...

The realm of Confucianism and sagehood of the master of the world has no suppressive effect on the school of thought with sickle and hammer. If it doesn't work, the immortal body is a good target that can't be broken.

Ruthless day grams.

Shirataki put his other hand into his sleeve, he still had a second knife.

There is no need to say nothing about persuading surrender, it is irrelevant nonsense, and it is superfluous to talk about it at a critical moment.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him.

Don't die, don't stop!

Fang Xuanji also knew that it was the last moment. With trembling palms, he scooped up a handful of the blood of the Earth Immortal, and put his blood-stained hand into a box that he took out with him... Command the real demon body.

"Since there is no way to retreat, it is better to make a last-ditch effort."

Fang Xuanji caressed the scorpion, and the scorpion drank the Earth Immortal's blood like a beating heart.

"I hate that I can't become an immortal, and I hate that it's too late to turn to the devil!"

"No more waiting!"

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A schemer likes to have secondhand preparations for everything.

The second-hand preparation that Fang Xuanji left for himself was this box.

Inside the box was a heart, a beating heart, a living heart.

However, in the opened box, not only the heart overflowed, but also a river of blood. Just like what the Great Zhou Emperor did, the small box may hide the world in the pot, sealing a tributary of the blood river.

This little heart of unknown origin, as this heart touched the blood flowing from the broken wound of the Earth Immortal, the branches of the river of blood gushed out of the box, engulfing the figure of the Confucian saint.

Four Buddha lights fell, trapping him firmly in the middle from four different directions, and the excess blood did not overflow, which isolated the possibility of the blood river eroding the Buddhist prohibition, but deadly danger was also gushing out from the tumbling blood river.

Shirataki looked for an opportunity to make a move, and soon he lowered his hand.

That's too late.