Saint of the Confucian way

Fang Yun's eyes become brighter and brighter. Everything that can't even hear its name has great power. He can't be a great Confucian. He can't touch the edge of the holy way, let alone use it, or even don't deserve to hear it.

Like the tributary of the Swire Star River, people only hear its name, but they can't remember what it is, because even if they remember it, they will soon be erased by the power of the Swire Star River.

Taigu Xinghe has no evil thoughts and does not hurt people, so he just erases his memory. But when Lang Kang says so, Fang Yun knows that what Lang Kang wants to say is afraid of evil thoughts. Not only the listener will be attacked, but also the person who opens his mouth will be attacked.

Fang Yun thought for a while, convinced that he could bear the power, so he said, "I can try."

The wolf Kang said coldly, "do you know what the result of the new demon king hearing those four words is? Some lost their hearing, some lost their sense of smell, and the worst lost their vision and invisible things."

"That's their low strength." Fang Yun said calmly.

"Since you are so confident, I don't have to persuade you kindly. The big secret is about the head of heaven."

When hearing the word "the head of heaven", Fang Yun only felt his head buzzing. Then he lost consciousness and didn't move. Then he felt as if he was in another space and time. Countless black gases fell from the sky, and each wisp of black gas was heavier than one boundary.

Under the pressure of the world, all living beings are annihilated.

In the dark, Fang Yun felt a look full of silence and extinction sweeping towards him. It seemed that he wanted to cut off the future and the past, kill himself at this moment, and there was no more vitality.

One eye destroys the world.

Seeing that he was about to die, the fragments of Wenqu star on the roof of Wengong shocked, and the majestic and pure Wenqu Star Force poured down like a waterfall.

Fang Yun's whole body was wrapped in silver light to wipe out the external power.

"Eh..."

A loud and low voice came from the depths of the world. Fang Yun felt that his whole body was about to explode.

In a flash, everything disappeared.

Fang Yun opened his eyes and heard the word "relevant".

Just now, but for a moment.

"How can you... Have starlight? Who are you?" the wolf's voice stammered and was full of disbelief.

"You are wrong," Fang Yun answered casually.

After a long silence, Lang Kang said, "I'll only say half of this big secret. When the holy Valley is opened, there will be a gift from God. Remember to be prepared. As for the other half, I'll wait until you come back."

"Well, you two will wait here."

Fang Yun looked indifferent, but there were small waves in his heart and turned to leave.

Fly for several interest before returning.

Not long ago, the two big demon kings shouted and scolded, while Fang Yun had two more River shellfish in his hand.

If you don't become the throne, you're not qualified to use swallow seashells.

Fang Yun, who was thinking about the head of the sky all the way, was shocked when he thought of his feeling at that time. Subsequently, Fang Yun immediately opened the world of rare books and found a newly formed new book.

The cover of the new book has no words. When you open the cover, there are only a few sketches on the first page. At first glance, you can't see anything, but if you look carefully, you will find that it is a giant, too big to describe, as if it were a planet, but this planet is much bigger than the sun. For this planet, the sun is just a large lake on the planet.

"Is this the head of heaven?"

Fang Yun knew the evil nature of this thing and didn't dare to think too much and put it behind him.

Soon, Fang Yun flew to the stone floating in the air.

Fang Yun put his mind outside and immediately "saw" that there was no stone in front of him, but a mass composed of 10000 holy Qi, and each holy Qi was thicker than ordinary holy Qi.

This holy air mass exudes a very strong smell. This feeling Fang Yun has experienced, just like a semi holy avatar dozens of steps away.

At that time, Chen Guanhai's incarnation came to Ning'an, such as the falling of meteor shower and the pouring of sunshine. The feeling of this sacred air mass was slightly weaker than that at that time.

Fang Yun reached out his hand and touched it. His mind wrapped it completely, and then all of it was collected into the Wen palace.

"Well..."

Fang Yun suddenly uttered a very natural groan. He only felt that his body was suddenly immersed in the hot spring. At the same time, his mind was also bathed in the strange spiritual hot spring, which was more intoxicating than what happened in the room.

For a time, Fang Yun forgot everything, and even forgot that this is the most dangerous burial valley. He just wanted to keep time still and stay at this moment forever.

The holy air is suspended in the Wen palace, like a pale golden sun, shining brightly on the Wen palace.

Wen palace is bathed in the radiance of holy Qi and is thriving. All forces such as Wen Dan, Wen Xin and Wen Tai are moistened and grow ten times faster than before.

Holy Qi, in terms of power and nature, is no less than the breath of the saints, second only to the holy power of the saints.

Holy power itself contains holy principles. Holy Qi has no holy principles. It is only a pure power, so it can be used by all.

At this moment, Fang Yun even had an idea, that is, destroy the ninth Wentai, retain the holy air mass, and can't consume the holy air mass for the ninth Wentai.

As long as this holy Qi group stays in Wen palace, Fang Yun can grow and strengthen, which is far more powerful than holy Qi.

After the holy gas is transformed into holy air mass, it has changed from quantity to quality. If the holy gas source is formed, it will be even more extraordinary.

However, after only three breaths, Fang Yun clenched his teeth and made a sound in his heart.

"Cast the ninth stage!"

Fang Yun was afraid that he couldn't help it. He immediately found a remote place in the blade peak and began to build the ninth Wentai.

When Fang Yun took out the first ray of holy air from the holy air mass, he felt worried and reluctant to give up. It was like seeing off his relatives and friends for the first time, and even destroying his precious treasures.

However, Fang Yun clenched his teeth to extract the holy Qi, and then cast the ninth Wentai.

The sacred air mass is shrinking, and the ninth Wentai is increasing layer by layer.

After a long time, the ninth Wentai formed 21 floors.

The sacred air mass is exhausted.

Fang Yun looked at the ninth desk of semi-finished products and looked a little ugly.

Each layer of holy Qi Wentai consumes more holy Qi than the previous layer. One holy air mass can only be cast to the 21st layer. Next, it is impossible to only need four holy air masses, and ten may not be enough.

"Was Wang Jinglong's old man in the hole?"

Fang Yun's idea flashed and then shook his head gently. This is really amazing. No one can believe that a scholar needs at least ten holy air groups to build a literary platform. Ten holy air groups are enough for a holy skeleton to be shot once. He can dominate and cut off all enemies in the buried holy Valley.

Now that he has decided to build the ninth Wentai, there is no reason to give up. Fang Yun continues to fly in the blade peak, no longer passing quickly, but mainly looking for the holy air mass.

After another hour, Fang Yun found a holy air mass again, which was like a small puddle.

Fang Yun immediately used it to cast the ninth Wentai. As a result, the ninth Wentai was only raised to 30 floors. Now a holy air mass can't even cast ten floors.

Fang Yun was very helpless and finally realized that the ninth Wentai was far more difficult to cast than expected, so he decided to receive the holy Qi group in the Wengong first, and then cast it together after collecting ten groups.

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