Saint of the Confucian way

"Enough!"

Fang Yun gave a low cry. The chain on the guilty turtle suddenly closed, shook off the nose of the ancient elephant king, directly put the ancient black thief king into the cage behind him, and then entered the crime hall.

The gate of the crime hall closed slowly, and the cry of the ancient squid king came from inside.

"Help me... Help me..."

Boom... The door of the crime hall was officially closed, and the projection of the crime hall in the sky came back to the code with a whoosh, and the code was closed.

The scene was silent. Who would have thought that the arrogant ancient black thief king was easily imprisoned by an Imperial Academy. Even though the crime hall and the crime turtle were strong, if they didn't have enough strength, they couldn't give full play to their real strength, and they could only imprison the demon Marquis or ordinary demon king at most.

"Let him out!" the ancient tiger king was furious.

Fang Yun narrowed his eyes, carefully looked at the ancient tiger king and smiled gently. There was no emotional color in the smile, as if it was just a habit.

"Did you hear that? The king asked you to release him! Release him!" the ancient tiger king was more irritable.

The ancient elephant king and the ancient ape King stepped forward and showed a fierce face.

Mo Yao added, "there is sea water everywhere. The ancient black thief king is our strongest strength. If he is imprisoned, our chances of winning will be very small."

"Let him out!" the ancient ape king, the ancient elephant king and the ancient tiger king roared together.

Fang Yun's face looked tired. He ignored the three demon king and slowly retreated. The water throne leaned against the wall. He picked up his brush and wrote "Yumen pass" while saying, "ladies and gentlemen, I'll take a break first. I'm really tired."

The crowd watched Fang Yun silently. These Tianfang Yun had been comprehending the inscriptions of the dragon family. Before they finished, they were cut off their legs and left arm. Their bodies were eroded by the breath of the ancestral emperor. As soon as they got rid of the crime hall, they had to exhaust their talent to catch the criminal turtle with the code. Then they tried their best to imprison the ancient squid king again, which has reached the limit.

Everyone can feel Fang Yun's weakness, and his whole person seems to be hollowed out.

Fang Yun didn't even have the strength to use his literary heart. He even wrote the whole poem slowly with a Wenbao pen.

After the poem was completed, the translucent small Yumen pass shrouded Fang Yun.

Fang Yun put down his pen, but the brush was not stable and rolled gently.

Fang Yun's hand was trembling. The great scholar who saw this scene only felt his heart pumping. This was not a teenager. It was clearly a general who sheltered his comrades in arms on the battlefield. He never praised his credit, but silently dedicated his strength.

"I'll take a nap for a while," Fang Yun said. He fell asleep slowly. His right hand was soft on the water throne. It shook slightly with the water flow and had no strength.

In front of Fang Yun's eyes, everyone saw that the crack in his eyes was bigger and more terrible, as if it could burst at any time.

Wei Huangan flashed a look of shame on his face and said, "there are workers who are false saints. Don't worry, we may not be able to stop them, but you are definitely the last to die!"

Meng Jingye sighed, "I'm eighty-three years old. As a great scholar, I let a scholar sacrifice his life to help. I'm ashamed, ashamed!"

"Fang Xusheng, have a good rest. You get rid of the biggest disaster and leave the rest to us!"

"Your Highness, I'll fight with them!" the shark lamp roared sadly and angrily.

"Without the ancient black thief king, we have a better chance of winning! We must hold on!"

Seventeen great scholars unite as one, with the spirit of war like a mountain and the morale like a rainbow.

Tang Jianqiu said with a smile: "three ancient demon kings, Fang Yun is about to die. You can't hinder you. You can use the ancient demon treasure!"

"Terran, this is your death!" the ancient elephant king said, spitting out a silver brilliance in his mouth, and then the brilliance spread like bright silk covering his whole body.

The silver light changed slowly, and pieces of two foot thick horror armor appeared on the ancient elephant king one after another, slowly spreading downward from the elephant head.

Not long ago, his whole body was wrapped in thick silver armor, even his four giant feet were wearing silver metal boots, and his elephant trunk and ivory were pasted with a thin and thick metal protective outer layer.

The ancient elephant king is like an ancient siege elephant. Once charged, all armies are invincible. Even if they encounter the city wall, they can crush it!

The ancient ape King around him also changed. He saw the blood light moving between his shoulders and hands. It soon turned into a blood colored metal arm armor, wrapped two arms, and slowly, spikes came out one by one, from his shoulders to his hands. It was frightening.

Gold seemed to flow on the teeth and claws of the ancient tiger king. The gold soon solidified, doubling the teeth and jawbones of the ancient tiger king. The long gold claws popped out of the four tiger claws, which seemed to cut everything.

After using the ancient demon treasure, the body of each ancient demon expands by one circle.

"Since the ancient demon rebel Fang Yun has fallen asleep, we can use the ancient demon treasures without scruples. Although we have been expelled from the ancient demon family and can only play half of our power, it's easy to kill you!"

The ancient ape king showed his sharp teeth and said, "I've had enough of the suppression of the power of blood awn. I've had enough of the deprivation of the ancient demon's talent. In the past, we all had the strength of the ancestral gods in the demon world, but now we are barely equivalent to the top demon king of the holy family. However... Our bodies cooperate with the ancient demon treasure, which is equivalent to the holy child demon king. Die, you waste!"

Three armed ancient demon kings rushed over together.

In front of many great scholars are various protective war poems. However, the claws of the ancient tiger king, the fists of the ancient ape king and the feet and trunks of the ancient elephant king contain great breaking power. Each blow can destroy at least two layers of protective power!

Moreover, their every strike is completed in an instant, much faster than war poetry.

"Don't let them continue their attack!"

Meng Jingye finished, and the Wen Tai in the sky shook.

His literary platform is not like a hundred soldiers' literary platform with swords and guns, three kings on the literary platform of the Three Kingdoms, or the sword Pavilion. The literary platform can enhance the lips, guns and swords. On his literary platform, there is only the image of the dense people.

There are old people with simple clothes, girls with colorful clothes, young people with farm tools, and young people with silk cloth. All the people in the world are on it. But there are no emperors, no officials.

The people are precious, the country is second, and the king is light.

A simple altar of the state was formed in mid air and hit the ancient elephant king.

Without fear, the ancient elephant king smashed the huge elephant trunk into the state altar, but the state altar not only hit the flying elephant nose, but also hit the ancient elephant king.

The ancient elephant king retreated with incredible eyes, looked down, the armor was slightly sunken, and then looked at Meng Jingye in surprise.

Meng Jingye was pale and a trace of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

It is one of the most commonly used and strongest literary platforms for Meng scholars to gather the strength of all the people outside the Taiwan. It is balanced in attack and defense.

"What a strange power." when the ancient elephant king was about to fight back, he saw that the state altar suddenly changed into a big sword, vast and majestic, emitting a thick imperial flavor, like a king coming to rule the world.

Meng Jingye opened his mouth and swore into the sword of the country, splitting the ancient elephant king.

A sword rises from thunder.

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