Saint of the Confucian way

When the wheelchair rotates, Fang Yun's eyes sweep over the closed door, over one side of the wall, over the ice sculpture beside the wall, over the supporting column, and finally back to the door.

On the long corridor of the ice emperor palace and between the two rows of coiled dragon icicles, more than 700000 people looked to Fang Yun.

"Keep moving," Fang Yun said.

Soldiers everywhere will give orders one after another, and the Terrans will move forward in an orderly manner.

The great Confucians and university scholars were scattered everywhere and guarded around.

The five headed demon king headed by Hu Li guarded Fang Yun, and two thousand star demon private soldiers lined up in neat formation to protect their moon emperor.

Yan ningxiao can give consideration to Fang Yun between Fang Yun and the Terran brigade.

Like the ice emperor palace, the whole corridor is made of strange ice.

In the ice layer on the roof, there was a brilliant light, as if a magical force was flowing.

The walls on both sides are full of wall carvings. Many scholars observe carefully as they move forward, and even people with profound paintings draw while walking, recording these exquisite works of art for the human race, hoping to leave something after death.

Two rows of coiled dragon icicles block the Terran from the walls on both sides and lead to the end of the corridor.

Since entering here, Fang Yun has been looking around, occasionally nodding slightly, and inferred a lot of useful information from the architectural style here.

Many ordinary people dare not even go out of the atmosphere. If the ice emperor palace is replaced with the same level of Terran architecture, it should at least be the former residence of Yasheng.

The team went all the way without any accident and successfully arrived at the end of the corridor. Some great Confucianism and university scholars went out to explore the way first, and then the leading troops went out of the corridor door.

Fang Yun was at the end of the team and was not in a hurry. He was still observing the corridor carefully, hoping to find more useful information.

For others, the corridor is just a passing place, but for the other party, it is a part of the ice emperor palace and the object of study.

After a long time, Hu Li whispered, "Your Majesty, you are going to the cold ice wasteland."

Fang Yun nodded gently, took back his eyes and looked forward.

At the end of the corridor is an arched gate. Through the gate, you can see that there is only a world of black and white.

In the distance, it was dark, and in the near distance, there was only white composed of snowflakes and cold ice.

The snowflakes outside the door fly like wild bees, and the wind is far greater than Fang Yun's imagination.

All Terrans stood in the strong wind and did not dare to face forward, or side, or simply back to the tuyere. Some thin people could not even stand still. Their bodies were constantly moved by the strong wind.

In the strong wind, many people are staggering, and a few people have broken their heads and are receiving medical treatment.

Sundries kept flying into the air, including fur, clothes, and even some baggage rolled quickly on the ground, attracting some people to catch up.

Almost all people's clothes were blowing, and only scholars of Hanlin or higher level would not be affected by the strong wind.

When the wheelchair left the corridor, Fang Yun officially entered the ice wasteland.

Fang Yun only felt that an evil wind was blowing on his face and he was almost to be blown away, but the next moment, the power inherited by the great scholar, Wen Xinglong Jue and the ancient demon loomed to curb the wind.

A bitter chill ignored Fang Yun's abilities and spread all over his body and bones in an instant.

Fang Yun could not help shivering and instinctively shrunk his neck.

This is not the normal dry and cold in the Shihan ancient land, but just like the wet and cold in the south of Shengyuan continent. The combination of humidity and cold makes Fang Yun feel that his clothes have completely lost the function of keeping warm. It is simply an iron sheet close to his body.

Although the chill could not be dispelled, it was not fatal. Fang Yun quickly adapted, and then took out an extremely thick fur coat from swallowing seashells and put it on his body to alleviate the chill.

Looking around, a group of individuals wearing all kinds of fur coats stamped their feet gently and hissed in their mouths, like a group of penguins shivering in the cold wind.

The most orderly Terrans in the ancient Shihan were confused by the strong wind and cold.

Some generals tried their best to command and shouted, but as a result, they were full of wind. They had to cover their stomachs and ask the doctor for Huoxiang Zhengqi water.

Suddenly, a dazzling silver light appeared in the dark sky, and then part of the silver light turned into a red flame, accompanied by a huge sound of breaking the air.

Fang Yun looked up and saw a huge ice cone 300 feet long falling from the sky, trailing a long tail flame from the sky.

In the next moment, Fang Yun corrected his mistake. It can't be called an ice cone at all. It should be an iceberg.

That is the ice meteor in the mouth of the ice family.

The power of ice and fire came.

Boom!

The high-speed flame iceberg fell in the distance, the earth shook, and then a powerful shock wave swept through, making the wind speed in the cold ice wasteland increase several times.

This wind speed is enough to blow the scholar!

Countless people cried in horror. Seeing that the strong wind caused by the ice meteor was about to arrive, a kind voice appeared.

"Don't panic!"

Meng Jingye's tongue was blooming, and the sound of spring thunder echoed in the sky. Then Meng Jingye in the sky stretched out his right arm and moved forward with his index finger.

"Stop!"

Meng Jingye's voice is neither powerful nor loud, but it has a calming power.

Meng Jingye saw a little golden light flying out of his mouth and condensed into a word "stop" in the air. Then the golden light flashed and turned into invisible power.

The turbulent wind in front immediately turned into a little sheep to see lions and tigers, very gentle.

Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief. This is the reason why the Terran can't live without the great Confucianism. No matter how powerful the great scholar can easily resolve this large-scale and continuous impact.

"Straighten up a little and start on the road immediately!" Meng Jingye ordered.

Without the wind, the Terran will be ready soon.

About three hundred breaths later, a sharp cone iceberg suddenly appeared in the sky, dragging a long flame down. This time, it was closer, tearing the air, and the sound was very harsh.

This ice meteor, falling ten miles away, has formed an impact force that completely exceeds the tsunami. It is no longer a question of who blows away, but a question of how many pieces it can tear people apart.

What's more frightening is that in the strong wind, it is also mixed with glittering broken ice. These broken ice is much harder than steel, and so fast. Its lethality is no less than that of Jinshi.

Hundreds of millions of tongue swords rise in the wind.

"Be determined!" Meng Jingye once again used the minor words and great meanings that can be mastered by the great Confucianism to resolve this terrible natural disaster again.

Fang Yun reckons that the impact of arriving here is already equivalent to the war poetry of university scholars, but the scope exceeds any war poetry of university scholars. If university scholars take action, they can only fight hard with protective war poetry and have no defect to take care of others.

Fang Yun looked up at the falling point of the ice meteor. After the ice meteor landed, part of the cold ice collapsed and flew in all directions. The rest of the cold ice soon froze because of the high temperature of water.

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