Saint of the Confucian way

Fang Yun uses holy Qi to accelerate his escape and goes straight to fengskull mountain.

The turning of the dragon will attract a large number of demons and barbarians. It is unsafe for tens of thousands of miles. Fengtou mountain is the only place suitable for him to be promoted to a great Confucian.

After a long journey one day and one night, Fang Yun finally reached Fengtou mountain again.

On the way, Fang Yun always had a sense of crisis and felt that he would be followed, but after entering Fengtou mountain, that feeling immediately disappeared.

There are semi saints in fengcranial mountains.

Instead of going to the residence of the Holy Spirit in the mountain, Fang Yun found a hidden cave, entered it, and called out the war poetry soldiers to protect himself. He put all the last dragon power and the ten sacred air regiments into the xinghuohun Tianjian. As long as there is danger, the xinghuohun Tianjian will spontaneously protect himself, which is enough to stop the emperor's full attack.

Finally, Fang Yun sat on the ground and God entered the Wen palace.

The palace of literature is as big as a city. The stars twinkle in the sky, the silver light is scattered, and the courage is hanging high in the air, shining on one side.

Deep in the palace of literature, a statue of self stands, with a cloud of talent on his head, holding strange books and heaven and earth, calm and calm.

Under the statue, there are some strange gods, such as Tianshu seedlings, sacred air mass, nine Wentai

Fang Yun's mind is like a translucent man sitting under the statue.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the unfinished ninth platform flew over.

Fang Yun opened his mouth, absorbed a large number of holy Qi and his talents, turned into a powerful force, fell on the ninth Wentai, and began to cast the 99th floor.

A sound like the thick sound of the impact of stone plates sounded on the ninth text platform. It seemed to penetrate the long river of history and connect the ancient and modern world.

At the moment when the ninety ninth floor was completed, the surface of the ninth Wentai was shining, and the whole Wengong palace was full of dazzling and gorgeous brilliance. Then, a colorful magic light rushed out of Fang Yun's eyebrows and went straight to the sky.

High above the sky, the divine light suddenly burst into hundreds of millions of light spots, like flying catkins, flying to the burial Valley in all directions.

The sky over the burial holy Valley is as clear as washing and eternal, but at this moment, a pair of strange eyes appear at the highest altitude, like the Lord of the burial holy Valley, overlooking the world.

The ninth stage was formed.

No matter what kind of holy power the first eight Wentai contains, the surface is extremely exquisite, as if it is the painstaking work of skilled craftsmen. However, the ninth Wentai is like a white square platform knocked out by hand. The surface is rough and simple, and there is nothing on the Wentai.

It seemed like a stone square platform, bare as if it had been dug out of the soil just now, without the slightest strong breath.

When the ten sacred air masses entered the swallowing seashells, they saw a drop of Holy Blood flying out.

The blood of the half holy king.

The drop of blood as like as two peas in Wang Jinglong's face.

The Little Wang Jinglong was just a foot in front of Fang Yun's nose. His holy power rippled and his eyes were bright. He was clearly just a villain, but he was like a giant, incomparably great.

The Little Wang Jinglong seemed to have expected, nodded slightly to Fang Yun and said, "good."

With that, Xiao Wang surprised the dragon, took one step, disappeared and appeared on the ninth stage.

Xiao Wang Jinglong found a place to stand on the stage, turned into a white statue and didn't move.

The whole stone platform still looks so rough, but it is filled with an inexplicable smell, like an ancient beast lurking and waiting for a ferocious God.

The whole Wen palace trembled slightly, as if it was awed by the new ninth Wen Tai.

Holy soul Wentai, the first in history.

Fang Yun opened his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Nine Wentai, officially cast.

Fang Yun got up, his clothes were flying, his black hair was swinging, and bursts of strange fragrance spread in all directions, and pieces of strange flowers fell like rain.

The cave seems to be a paradise, pleasing to the eyes.

The clouds appear at your feet and hold Fang Yun up. Different from usual times, the clouds are bright. It seems that there are sun, moon and stars in the clouds, emitting soft and white sky light, shining everywhere.

In the next moment, another step-by-step cloud appeared, and the two layers of step-by-step clouds lifted Fang Yun up and down.

One cloud after another appears, and finally forms nine white clouds. Fang Yun stands on it, like a god living in the cloud.

Behind Fang Yun, there was a blue water light, such as rippling on the lake.

After Fang Yun's brain, he flew out of a grand and ancient palace, which was a reduced literary palace. When he put it into the blue water light, he saw that the rock rose from the water and made a tower in the void.

Fang Yun's eyes darkened and he looked dispirited.

After that, a water drop strange object flew out again. It was a reduced gall and fell on the first tower. The void generated rocks and cast the second tower.

Fang Yun's face darkened again, as if he had been drained of his courage.

Then, the ancient sword of the real dragon, the lamp of the literary heart, the cloud of talent, the literary platform and the historical code flew out one after another to form a pagoda.

On the six sides of the pagoda, the body of the pagoda is white, and a glass lamp is hung on each corner, and the flame on the lamp is red.

Fang Yun was already languishing on the ground, sweating all over, and his own strength seemed to be hollowed out.

Then, a terrible scene appeared. Fang Yun's body surface suddenly moved. There were many thin black words on his skin or hair. These words were flowing slowly like water, making Fang Yun look like a monster composed of these black words instead of a person

Not long after, the black characters connected into a line, left Fang Yun's body and landed on the Seventh Tower.

Every time one leaves, Fang Yun has less skin or flesh.

When all the black characters are separated, Fang Yun is only skin and bones, like a corpse, and may die at any time.

Then, two lights appeared behind Fang Yun and expanded rapidly.

A ray of light is white, like the vast sky clouds, covering thousands of miles. When you look carefully, it is not white clouds, but white light people, traffickers, soldiers, emperors, generals, men, women, old and young, as if there is no lack of anyone in the world.

The white light is soft and warm.

Opposite the vast white light, there are dark shadows rippling, like a cloak at the bottom of the deep sea, like dark clouds stained with endless ink, covering the mountains. It is composed of countless black figures, like thousands of troops.

The black light is solemn.

The two lights, like two wings across the sky, quickly converged and all fell on the eighth floor to form the ninth floor tower.

The nine layer white clouds fly away from Fang Yun and hold the nine layer tower.

Fang Yun was left with dead bones, his bones cracked everywhere, fell to the ground and didn't move.

Suddenly, Fang Yun's head fell and rolled on the ground. His bones turned to ashes, like death.

However, among the gray ashes, a pale Silver Star rose, slowly flew high and landed on one side of the nine story tower.

Then, one small star after another rose from the ashes, and finally lined up in a row.

All the ashes disappeared.

Fang Yun was full of flesh and bones and turned into nine cloud pagodas.

Suddenly, the world shook and the wind arose out of thin air, and great forces poured in from all directions.

The power was just and vigorous, magnificent and majestic, and frantically poured into the nine stars, nine towers and nine clouds.

See the Star Tower Cloud changes at the same time, the nine pagodas turn into bones, the nine clouds turn into flesh and blood, and the nine stars reunite their hearts and souls.

After three days and three nights, the positive Qi of heaven and earth dissipated slowly, and Fang Yunxin's body was formed.

At the moment when the body was formed, the seven curved orange waning moon appeared over Fang Yun. It was full of talent and emptied like a tide, and finally fell back to Fang Yun's eyebrows.

At the moment when Fang Yun was promoted to a great Confucian and his talent condensed into the moon, everyone in Shengyuan only felt the sky shaking and looked up at the sky.

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