Saint of the Confucian way

At this moment, Fang Yun's thoughts soared in his heart. It seems that only if he is willing, he can level the weaving Thunder Mountain, and at the same time, he has an unprecedented desire. In a few years, he will be able to canonize and call himself the ancestor, bury the holy Valley and destroy the world with one hand.

However, after only one breath, Fang Yun's face turned red and white.

"I'm just a bachelor!"

Fang Yun silently recited a sentence in his heart, and his confused thoughts slowly sank and seemed to disappear.

Fang Yun's eyes are bright and his face shows a sudden color. When he obtains the power that doesn't match his own, he turns out to be so beautiful. At the same time, he also has a trace of joy. Using holy Qi this time, he can use one heart and two purposes, fight and practice secretly.

At this moment, if you can practice the holy way with semi holy incarnation.

Fang Yun has reached the peak of the University. The university has no power to learn. If you continue to study and study, you can only learn the Tao of great Confucianism.

"Wonderful!"

Fang Yun whispered in his heart and asked his mind to practice in the Wen palace. Then he consumed two threads of holy Qi. With a magic pen, he spoke with one mouthful.

"The north wind rolls the ground, the white grass breaks, and the snow flies in August on the Hu day. Suddenly, it comes like a spring wind all night, and thousands of trees and pear flowers bloom..."

On the paper is "white snow song to the manhuang".

In one year, withers and thrives once each year, lush grass on the plains, and the spring breeze blows. The far Fang invades the ancient road, and the fine jade connects the deserted city.

The oral recitation is "give ancient grass two to the barbarian emperor".

These two poems, which once blocked hundreds of millions of troops in the north of Ning'an, have come to Zhilei mountain.

Although there is no holy page, it has holy Qi and turns emptiness into reality.

Behind Fang Yun, Xuehai Wentai emerged. The Holy Light rippled on the surface of the Wentai, which also absorbed the power of holy Qi.

The thunder land is full of sudden changes, snow mountains and grasslands. You can see that everything is frozen in the heavy snow. Only the vast wild grass is unyielding to the heaven and earth, integrates with the wind and snow, climbs the top of the mountain, and wants to bind the Thunder Dragon.

The poem of blocking the enemy, which is integrated into the Holy Spirit, is not small. It appears quickly. Lei long bumps into the mountain and looks around. He is exposed to the vast snow with an angry face.

It saw a large number of weeds rising, and was even more angry. It waved its claws violently, and the thunder was like a waterfall, covering the snow mountain.

Boom, boom

In the great roar, the landslide withered the grass.

With a single blow, Fang Yun's strongest poem to stop the enemy disappeared.

However, these two poems block the time of five breath.

Yamanaka Yang exclaimed, "in terms of the beauty of power, human poetry is well deserved first. As for our nationalities, strength is more than skill."

When the dragon of thunder saw Fang Yun running away, it flew into a rage, took a breath and roared at Fang Yun's front.

According to the order of the Thunder Dragon, all the thunder within three thousand miles gathered over Fang Yun, and then fell around Fang Yun, forming a thunder prison with a radius of three hundred feet.

The walls of the thunder prison are composed of countless falling thunder, dense, intertwined, shining and bright, closing all sides and the sky.

"No! Attack together!"

Everyone bombarded the walls of the thunder prison violently, and the gorgeous brilliance exploded like a rainbow. The thunder wall in front became thin. They were about to attack again and break open at one stroke, but in the blink of an eye, thunder fell again in the sky to fill the thin place.

"Broken..."

Fang Yun remembered that the dragon family once recorded that the thunder prison was a collection of all the thunder forces thousands of miles around. Unless someone could destroy the thunder, he would be trapped and die.

"If I were a king, I would not be afraid of thunder prison..." said Yang hen in the mountain.

"Unfortunately, the ground of Zhilei mountain is extremely solid after being quenched by thunder. We can't even escape from the ground."

"This place is too far away from fengskull mountain, and the saint in the mountain can't be rescued."

"There is no way to escape, but to break it with strength."

As soon as the mountain spirits gnawed their teeth, they began to consume holy Qi and attack desperately.

Fang Yun also injected the holy Qi into the war poems, integrated into the real dragon ancient sword and began to attack one after another.

The thunder cage is towering, three thousand feet high. The dragon of thunder is suspended in the air and looks contemptuously at Fang Yun and the Holy Spirit of the mountain. Like a cat playing with a mouse, he is not in a hurry to start.

After they attacked hard and consumed a group of holy Qi, they still had nothing to do with the thunder.

For Fang Yun, the biggest gain is to have a deeper understanding of Shengqi war poetry, and fight with people in the future.

At least so far, no one is willing to consume a whole mass of holy Qi to practice.

After repeated attacks, Fang Yun found that the thunder prison was not perfect. Although the Thunder Dragon was strong, it was just relying on talent to dominate by quantity. It was not clever. The Holy Spirit of those mountains could not be aware of it, but Fang Yun was not difficult to find it by relying on the wisdom of the human race.

Then Fang Yun secretly consulted with the Holy Spirit of the mountain. After a little exercise, he suddenly attacked and opened a big hole in the thunder prison.

Everyone was overjoyed and was about to break through the siege. Unexpectedly, a series of strange noises sounded in the sky. Suddenly, there was a change in the thunder prison, and hundreds of millions of thunder bombarded from the sky.

"No, the Thunder Dragon has shot!" Yamanaka Yang shouted against the thunder.

They were trapped in prison. It was difficult to escape in a narrow place. They had to resist the thunder. They had no spare power to break through. They could only watch the big hole slowly filled by the thunder.

Fang Yun sighed helplessly, grabbed the swallow seashells with one hand, and the holy Qi in his body poured into them madly.

A moment later, an object that looked like a car but not a car and a chair but not a chair fell in the air. The material was like wood. The brown texture was clear, and the surface was as smooth as jade. There was a yellow canopy hanging down, a tiger skin cushion and a Jiaopi backrest. It was simple and luxurious.

The wooden cart looks simple, but it is full of hunting intention. It seems that there is a fierce beast in the seat, which may command thousands of troops and wipe out the world at any time.

Fang yunduan sat on the, God set the eight directions and looked at the nine boundaries.

The spirit of Shitou mountain secretly called it strange.

Fang Yun consumed four holy air masses and called out the Wuhou car. Then he sent a whole holy air mass into the Wuhou car, which was integrated with the incomplete great Confucian true text "the story of the peach blossom source" in the Wuhou car to drive the Wuhou car.

The truly powerful Wuhou chariot should be driven by great Confucianism and true literature, and the holy Qi is on it.

Fang Yunru sat in the Jinluan hall and said, "this thunder prison has great potential and Tianwei. The Thunder Dragon may not be able to make it continuously. As long as we break it, it will be Tiangao and birds will fly. Next, you break the wall according to the previous means, I will block it with a marquis car for several interest, and then break through together!"

"Good!"

There was a faint light on the surface of the armrest of the Wuhou car, as if it were carved into wood. Fang Yun patted it gently, the Wuhou car was filled with holy Qi, and a little silver light appeared on the top of the canopy, like smoke and rain, like a starry sky, rising slowly, and the thunder could not break through.

The middle seat of the square truck holds up ten thousand thunder.

The spirit of Shitou mountain was relaxed and overjoyed. He immediately attacked with all his strength, broke a big hole in the thunder wall, and then rushed out with Fang Yun.

"Oh..."

The Thunder Dragon howled angrily, stretched out its giant claw again, and the thunder spewed out.

Without the siege of the thunder prison, the people ran away against the thunder and got closer and closer to the exit of Zhilei mountain.

At this time, ye Hongyu picked his eyebrows and found that there was a change in the thunder in the distance. He was silent for a few seconds, turned his direction and galloped away.

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