Saint of the Confucian way

After four people tossed for a long time, the shield still exists, but Fang Yun made the shield disappear in a word. It's really more popular than people.

"What is he doing?" Qiu Meng asked.

No one answered, and no one saw the legalist code in front of Fang Yun.

Fang Yun's mind was attached to the legalist code, and then a strange breath escaped from the code. This breath was as thick as a mountain, as if to redefine the order of heaven and earth and establish the rules of the world.

The twenty foot high lock cage vibrated gently. After shaking for three seconds, it suddenly stopped.

Everything is the same.

Fang Yun sighed lightly. It seems that his code does not fit with the lock cage.

Fang Yun was not depressed, but felt relaxed. If the code absorbed the barren cage, the power of the code to draw the ground as a prison would become limited. Even if the code was stronger, it could only trap the enemies at the level of the great demon king or the great Confucianism, and there was no way to the power of the holy throne.

Fang Yun put away the code and stopped the idea of using the code to absorb the instruments of torture here. He decided to ask where the main hall of aohuang dragon prison is when he came out of the ancient land of blood. If he could enter the main hall of the Dragon prison and get a powerful holy position instruments of torture, it would be no later to absorb them into the code.

Later, Fang Yun rode on the battle poem dragon horse and easily drank nine moderately sized torture tools into Jiang Bei.

There are still twenty-one instruments of torture left in this hall, but the smallest is more than twenty feet. They are all giants aimed at ancient demons. Jiangbei can't hold them at all.

Seeing that these huge instruments of torture could not be put into the bag, Fang Yun's desire to swallow seashells became stronger.

"You should not only get swallow seashells, but also get large ones, at least those with a length, width and height of more than a thousand feet. If you have swallow seashells, all the treasures you encounter on the road can be taken away. If they are worthless, they can also be exchanged for hundreds of millions of taels of gold." Fang Yun thought.

Yun zhaochen said with a helpless smile, "it's really impossible to compare with Yun Fang. The bigger the torture tools are, the better, but the larger the torture tools are, the more gods are mixed, and the higher the price to sell to the holy courtyard. For example, the blade coffin taken away by Yun Fang is made of strange metal, and the value must be very high."

"Can't compare, can't compare!" Tan Hemu sighed.

Fang Yun didn't care about others. For fear of missing anything, he rode a war poem dragon horse around the hall.

After a while, six university scholars who used the holy page imperial edict broke the light mask, took out the torture tools inside, carefully observed them, compared them with each other, and found some rare or even unheard of sacred objects, which can be refined for the Dharma family and are of high value.

"The holy court is bound to pay a high price for these instruments of torture!"

"Nature."

In the corner of the second hall, various voices continued to ring.

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang

The four university students calmly attacked the white light shield with all their strength, but until now they can't see the slightest hope. It seems that the power to maintain the white light shield will never stop.

Fang Yun and the six great scholars looked at it silently.

The four scholars seemed to find that the other seven people's eyes, expressions were a little embarrassed, and their hands were heavier, so that they had to step back to avoid being hurt by the rebound force of the shield.

Ye Fangge said slowly, "nephew Yun Fangxian, we can break those big instruments of torture, and then let your drinking River Beisheng put them."

"I thought about it too, but I finally gave it up. It used to be a place of the dragon family. Although it was deserted and has no owner, it should rely on its own skills and there is no need to completely destroy it. What's more, yinjiangbei has so many things and the space is getting smaller and smaller, so we should reserve land for the future." Fang Yun said.

"Nephew Yun Fang said yes." ye SongGe nodded.

After a while, Yun zhaochen said: "Pingchao and other four literary friends, you must have seen the hardness of the shield. Even if we add six of us, I'm afraid it's difficult to break it in a short time. How about letting Yunfang open it, but how about his meritorious service? The meritorious service will reward thousands of kilograms of dragon grain rice. This anti Jiao whip is so long and must be more valuable. If we delay any more, Wei Huangan, Mo Yao or bear demons will come to the front Come on, you can't get a grain of dragon grain rice. "

The four university students were silent.

Ye Fangge said, "the Dragon grain rice is not important. The important thing is how to continue to go deep into the zhensin hall when your talent is exhausted?"

After a while, Lian Pingchao said, "three literary friends, we will share the 1000 kg of dragon grain rice awarded to Yunfang this time. How about it?"

"It's all right. I'm disgusted at the light mask. I agree."

"I agree."

"Stop."

The four stopped together.

Fang Yun gave a soft drink in dragon language, and the four men attacked the shield that could not be solved for nearly half a quarter of an hour.

The four discussed for a moment and put the anti Jiao whip in Tan Hemu's Hanhu shell. After all, Tan Hemu is good at defensive war poetry. If he really encounters a disaster, he is more likely to survive.

Fang Yun finally glanced around the torture instrument display hall and said, "let's go!"

Fang Yun took the lead, and the other ten scholars rode behind Fang Yun to leave the second Hall and enter the corridor of the east side hall again.

Looking at Fang Yun's back, the ten scholars felt that he seemed to grow taller.

Even Pingchao bowed his head and his eyes changed. He didn't know what he was hesitating about.

Eleven people came to the door of the third Hall of the east side hall, which is also the last Hall of the corridor. Further on, there are two gates at the end of the corridor.

Eleven people looked at the third hall, which was wider than the second Hall and more than five miles long.

Fang Yun's heart can't be measured by the habits of the human race. Even the Forbidden City of ancient China is only two miles long from north to south. This hall is more than five miles long. It's not suitable for the human race at all. Only those dragon or ancient demons with a body size of ten or even 100 feet are suitable to live here.

Although the first two halls are empty, both dragon inscriptions and instruments of torture are in order. Unlike here, there are many messy sundries piled up in one corner of the hall. It seems that the hall has experienced violent shaking, and all things slide to that place.

Ten people didn't wait to enter the door when they heard a voice in the corridor.

Fang Yun turned and looked. Wei Huangan led many scholars to appear in the corridor.

Wei Huangan's tongue cracked and Chunlei said with a smile, "you guys are so quick. Have you found something good? Although the front hall is large, I have a thin face and get no benefits. Unlike Mo Yao's old people who are picking skin and walls. As for the painting, the Holy Spirit is too strong. I didn't dare to take it off. Mo Yao is smart and doesn't move."

Fang Yun's tongue bloomed and Chunlei responded: "we have taken all the things in the first two halls. The things in the third hall are left to bachelor Wei."

Even Pingchao and several other university scholars frowned. Fang Yun is tantamount to giving up the third hall. It's too much. Even if you can't occupy it all, you should take some.

As soon as Fang Yun's voice fell, another group of people appeared in the corridor behind Wei Huangan and others.

"The things of the Sin Temple in this town are acceptable to everyone, not to anyone." Mo Yao reached out and stroked his beard.

"Yo, don't pick the wall. Why don't you continue to pick the wall?"

Mo Yao smiled and said, "brother Wei came to the east side hall. How can Mo not come?"

The great scholar who was still blaming Fang Yun in his heart just now saw this scene and was eager to leave immediately. No one was willing to get involved in the dispute between the two strongest great scholars in bloody ancient land.

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