Saint of the Confucian way

All four know.

The spirit of meteorite day was not interested in the other three great Confucianism. Its goal was only one fate.

Whether fighting or escaping, it will only chase Fang Yun.

The three great Confucians did not want to evacuate and were determined to fight to the death with the spirit of the meteorite day. However, they were too weak in front of the spirit of the meteorite day.

"I... farewell!" Tian Songshi bit his teeth and turned away.

He Mingyuan and Yun Yangzhao also hugged Fang Yun and left with Tian Songshi.

Fang Yun took a look at the back of the three and looked at the flying spirit of the meteoric sun.

Fang Yun looked at it quietly. Different from the mysterious emperor he met before, the mysterious emperor was far away from himself, so he could get rid of it. The spirit of the meteorite day was secretly following him, too close to get rid of it. What's more, the speed of the three great scholars is too slow.

On the meteor day, the Holy Spirit ignored the three people, stopped a few miles away and said slowly, "you people really pay attention to benevolence and righteousness. Yes, it's enough to kill you. Those three people are not worth mentioning in my eyes. I'll give you pleasure if you hand over your treasure."

The voice of the Holy Spirit on the meteor day was far more indifferent than before, and in this indifference, he was forcibly suppressing his anger.

Fang Yun wanted to buy more time for the other three people, so he asked, "since you want to kill me, please satisfy my curiosity before I die. Why don't you get hurt now, but go further?"

The spirit sneered: "Do you think I'm at the end of a powerful crossbow now, or will I return to my original shape soon? It's a big mistake. Our meteoric spirit has a talent that ordinary sun deficient spirits don't have. We can fall and be reborn, like the sun shining on the world, forever. As long as our bodies can't be wiped out, we can be reborn indefinitely! In order to dispel the power of those who bear the coffin, I forced myself to pretend to die to stimulate my talent Therefore, strength increases instead of decreasing. "

Fang Yun smiled: "absurd. As far as I know, the once most powerful ethnic groups in the world don't have this talent. There must be some restrictions on this kind of falling and rebirth. I think it's impossible to use it continuously, either by reducing life expectancy, or only once for many years, or by using unique gods or powers."

"As long as I kill you, leave here and return to the missing sun peak, I can not only make up for the loss, but also get a great reward. Although I consume the semi holy power of our family, I also send the news of the reappearance of the negative coffin man. After all, the negative coffin man and the inverse... Hum! I don't want to talk to you anymore. Come on, if I want to die, I'll take you on the road!"

Fang Yun said with a smile: "it seems that the history I know is not wrong. In those days, the negative coffin man and the negative stele lion were comrades in arms. The inverse stele mountain should have countless relationships with the negative coffin man, so when you hear the negative coffin man, you'd rather delay killing me and get my memory."

"You are killing the emperor's patience!" the flame of the Holy Spirit slowly expanded on the meteor day, and the huge body, which was originally 20 feet high, was even more majestic, as if the fire bathing in the sun was born. The power emitted by the whole body was enough to kill the great scholar for miles in an instant.

Fang Yun quietly looked at the spirit of the meteorite day and found that the spirit of the meteorite day finally couldn't help it. After a flash of light in his hand, an old bookcase appeared on his right hand.

The surface of the withered and yellow bamboo bookcase is very smooth, and the whole is very old, but it is well kept. Some places even have pulp wrapping like collectibles.

Although the bookcase is old, the inside of the bookcase exudes a vast and majestic atmosphere, as if there is a mountain peak that may break out of the box at any time, and as if there is a hidden ocean.

"You... Have a semi holy dress?" the spirit of the meteorite day showed surprise.

"Why is it strange that people who don't even want to kill those who bear coffins have semi holy clothes?" Fang Yun grabbed the bookcase and looked indifferent.

"Are you persuading me to leave?" asked the spirit of meteor day.

"You should know that it will take some time to use the semi holy dress again after it has been used. I don't want to use it. After all, the ancient divine treasure Pavilion is very dangerous. Therefore, once this box is opened, I can only do my best, and you have no way back. I might as well tell you that this is the semi holy dress of Tao Yuanming, my Terran saint."

This semi holy dress was borrowed by Lei Tingzhen as a reward when Fang Yun pretended to be Zhang Longxiang, which stimulated Zhang Longxiang to compare with Fang Yunwen. On the Yueyang Tower, Fang Yun revealed his identity and the Lei family knew that he was deceived. In addition, Fang Yun was owed a semi holy dress in those years, so they never mentioned it again.

Now, Fang Yun finally took it out.

"Do you think the emperor will be afraid? The emperor's patience is exhausted!"

On the meteor day, the flame around the Holy Spirit soared again, like a giant of light, striding towards Fang Yun. Two of the four arms waved violently, and two flame whip like a python arrived in front of Fang Yun in an instant.

Within tens of miles, the fire appears suddenly, like a flame flood impacting Fangyun.

The tortoise armor battle body is on the body, and Fang Yun remains firm.

"What a pity..."

Fang Yun sighed softly. He didn't know whether he was sighing about the semi holy clothes, his own experience, or the stupidity of the Holy Spirit on the meteoric day.

An exciting and peaceful strange sound resounded through the sky, and saw that the cover of the bookcase opened automatically, and a magnificent golden Holy Spirit rushed into the sky.

At the same time, a chanting sound sounded.

Jielu is in the human environment, without the noise of cars and horses.

How can I ask you? The heart is far away from itself.

Picking chrysanthemums under the East fence, leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain.

The mountain air is good day and night, and the birds return to each other.

There is a true meaning in it. If you want to distinguish, you have forgotten to speak.

The voice is distant and ethereal, with a little laziness and a trace of uncertain melancholy.

The golden light shines on the world, and the great power sweeps across ten directions. On the meteorite day, all the power of the Holy Spirit dissipates like melting snow in the morning sun. The two flame whip quickly regress before Fang Yun.

On the meteor day, the Holy Spirit's body retreated continuously, his whole body was bright and uncertain, and his face showed resentment.

The golden light enveloped Fang Yun. After a few breath, the light dissipated. It was seen that the thick tortoise armor and Fang Yun's other clothes had been compressed into thin inner clothes, and there was a loose black red edged large sleeved shirt on his body, green Zhuge towel on his head, and mulberry wooden clogs.

In the hunting wind, big sleeves flutter and long clothes swing, reproducing the wind of Wei and Jin Dynasties.

Different from the extravagant style of Wei and Jin dynasties at that time, this suit is more simple, but the light gold on the surface of the clothes shows its supremacy.

Tao Yuanming, who came from a poor family, was once a senior official, but was ostracized by the gate valve. He resigned angrily because he could not accept the humiliation of the stupid gate valve boss, leaving a good talk of "not bowing down for five bushels of rice".

It is well known that Tao Sheng's clothes do not add a door valve, but only take the cold door.

Even the great Confucians of Tao Sheng's family may not be able to wear Tao Sheng's clothes.

Tao Sheng's noble name still lingers behind him.

On that meteoric day, the Holy Spirit looked at Fang Yun suspiciously, and his eyes seemed regretful. He had heard of the strength of semi holy clothes before, but he didn't expect it to be so strong that Fang Yun's own breath was comparable to the emperor of the past years. In addition, the power of semi holy clothes was comparable to the peak.

"How is your semi holy dress different from the legend?"

"We are not the people who talk nonsense with you!"

Fang Yun's eyes are like the sun and moon, and his body is like mountains, opening up the world!