Saint of the Confucian way

Xiao yetian has repeatedly attacked Fang Yun and defiled his Chinese name. However, even the most likely person to die here has not accused him.

In the face of this environment, it is almost a situation of death. Many people are not afraid of death.

It's just that fear of death is not worth it.

If several great Confucians keep their strength and prepare for the future, no one will blame them.

It's already a virtue for the great Confucians to act. They can't resent each other because they don't give great kindness. It's an animal, not a man.

Ji Qingyang glanced at Xiao yetian and said calmly, "brother Ning Xiao is flying, how can I lie down." after that, the light flashed behind him, and a literary platform rose slowly.

A strange light burst into the sky from his writing platform, and a pale white gossip light with a diameter of 100 Li suddenly appeared in the sky.

Xiao yetian's complexion changed slightly. Unexpectedly, Ji Qingyang used the gossip platform of the Wenwang family, second only to the Yidao platform, and completely ignored his words.

Seeing the eight trigrams platform in the sky, whether it is the other great Confucianism or Fang Yun, his face eased a lot, but then there was something more in his eyes.

Fox glass low channel: "We've all heard of the old man's gossip platform. A few years ago, the ice family in the eighth cold city traded with the children of the king of Wen family, but they repented and hurt the children of the king of Wen family. The children of the king of Wen family went to comment and said that Han Jun in the eighth cold city ignored other big demon kings. Therefore, Mr. Qing Yang didn't talk much. He went to the fortress in the north of the eighth cold city alone and then released the gossip platform , cut off the road between the eighth cold city and the fortress. That road is very important. There are a large number of goods coming and going every day, so the ice clan sent two big demon kings to go, but they didn't enter the gossip array and disappeared. They sent two more and disappeared again. On the third day, invite the big demon kings of other cold cities and sent ten big demon kings to break the gossip array together. As a result, they saw that Mr. Qingyang was early Without a trace, the four demon kings are confused. They think they are on the way to the fortress and don't know they are trapped. "

Fang Yun nodded gently and said, "Mr. Qingyang's hand, the three thousand ice emperor bodyguards are not enough to be afraid, but I'm afraid that the ice emperor bodyguard is unusual, resulting in Mr. Qingyang's injury."

"I don't understand." Fox Li said.

Fang Yun can't say that he suspects that these ice emperor bodyguards are controlled by behind the scenes, which is completely different from the original dead objects.

The huge eight trigrams within a hundred miles fell in the air and completely protected the Terran. As soon as the eight trigrams fell to the ground, they began to move slowly, and finally turned into a light wall to separate all the more than 3000 ice emperor bodyguards.

King Wen's eight trigrams are unpredictable the day after tomorrow. Even the saints can't fully understand the mysteries. When the eight trigrams are in full operation, all the ice emperor bodyguards start to run and jump in the eight trigrams maze like headless flies.

No matter what the ice emperor bodyguard does, he can't get rid of it.

When the private soldiers of the star demon barbarians saw this scene, they felt inexplicable fear. The wisdom of the human race was so terrible that they could create such a powerful and mysterious power. All the demon barbarians were helpless when encountering this power and could only break it with brute force by virtue of the advantage of quantity. In the case of one-on-one, even if the demon king was a higher level, he might be slowly destroyed by Ji Qingyang Dead.

With the shelter of the gossip platform, 700000 Terrans were inspired and began to run faster. Now it's time to sprint. You great scholars have repeatedly used acceleration war poetry or art of war for 700000 people. You can see that all Terrans run at the speed of ordinary Terrans. Even the old and children have become good runners and the wind is blowing in their ears.

700000 Terrans were getting closer and closer to the ice veins and mountains. Suddenly, everyone's heart jumped, because everyone felt that a power to destroy the sky and the earth was about to break out.

Fang Yun's face changed slightly. Looking around, he saw that more than 3000 ice emperor bodyguards shrank rapidly at the same time, but in the blink of an eye, it shrank to the size of sesame seeds, which seemed to disappear in the eyes of many people.

"Not good!" many great Confucians or university scholars exclaimed one after another.

At the same time, more than 3000 small ice particles burst!

More than 3000 huge light groups bloom in all directions of the Terran, illuminating the heaven and earth, which is brighter than Yan ningxiao's sacrificial fire before.

This change is too fast. Even if several great scholars have the intention to make a move, it is too late.

"I can do it alone!"

Ji Qingyang didn't speak, but his voice instantly spread through everyone's ears. This is the sound of divine thoughts. In a moment, he can speak directly for several hours.

Fang Yun looked helplessly at Ji Qingyang.

At this time, in order to retain their strength and the last difficulty, the normal great Confucianism will recover some strength. Although some strength will be leaked, resulting in the killing of more than 100000 people, the great Confucianism will not be injured.

Ji Qingyang did not recover his strength. At this moment, the surface of the eight trigrams platform became blood red.

Everyone was surprised. Unexpectedly, Ji Qingyang used holy blood, and he was definitely a semi holy blood of the human race proficient in the book of changes.

The war poems of the Terran can be inspired by any holy blood, because they only absorb the power, but the Terran literary platform can only use the holy blood of the Terran saints, and must be matched with the power. This Bagua literary platform must not be enhanced by the semi holy blood of the farmhouse, but only the semi holy blood of Confucianism and proficient in the book of changes.

After thousands of years, the demon world has accumulated a large number of saints, and there are a lot of holy blood, but the number of human saints is very small, and the holy blood is far more rare than the saints in the demon world.

Some scholars even feel inexplicable. Although some words can't be said, everyone knows that, for example, the lives of more than 100000 ordinary people are not worth saving with holy blood.

Otherwise, along the way, don't say 3000 ice emperor bodyguards. Even if 30000 ice emperor bodyguards, the Terran can easily pass as long as they take out hundreds of drops of holy blood.

Holy blood is limited. Families must use it on the blade. It is not that these people are not worth saving, but that holy blood can save more people if it is used in other places.

This is not cold-blooded, or even sacrifice, but a decision that must be made by Terran leaders.

According to the rules of all holy families, consuming the holy blood of the family at this time is against the family rules, and will be punished for any reason.

Ji Qingyang used his own holy blood.

At this time, Yan ningxiao should not go all out, and Ji Qingyang should not consume Holy Blood unless they want to protect people more worthy of protection.

Fang Yun feels his nose sour.

At this time, everyone looked at Ji Qingyang, but Xiao yetian looked at Fang Yun. His eyes were very complex and wanted to stop talking. Then he turned to look elsewhere.

More than 3000 ice emperor bodyguards exploded. When the dazzling light dissipated, one big pit after another appeared on the ground. The huge gossip with a radius of hundreds of miles was full of holes, and the light became extremely weak and could disappear at any time.

The gossip platform blocked all the shocks and no one was injured.

Ji Qingyang reached out his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, sat on the green clouds and fell slowly.

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