Saint of the Confucian way

"Small skill. Holy Punishment!"

When Bei Yihuang finished, he gently nodded his head and saw the sudden generous brilliance in the dark sky. Fang Yun looked up and saw dozens of divine thunder gathered together to form a thunder waterfall from the sky.

In the divine thunder, the holy power is vast, and there is a faint prayer voice of all living beings.

At this moment, Fang Yunsheng did not show the slightest heart of confrontation. His mind may be assimilated by the voice of prayer of all sentient beings at any time and become one of them.

This is not a complete holy way Weili!

However, the magic cube was completely unaffected by the power of sentient beings and used the holy word again.

The land of the house, the sun and the moon hanging in the sky, plus the magic family, the country and the world, form a full three-story protection.

Boom!

Under the thunder waterfall, the house continent suddenly collapsed, and the sun and moon hung in the sky also broke, but the two forces blocked most of the divine thunder.

The rest of the thunder fell on the country, the country and the world. The country, the world and the world shook violently, showing tiny traces and recovering soon.

Then, in the place where the Beiyi emperor was located, land fragments and solar fragments came together, covering a few miles, and the earth collapsed.

Beiyihuang didn't even dodge. The holy power radiated naturally around him, blocking out all the land fragments and solar fragments.

"Unfortunately, it's hard to exert the power of this saint. But..." Bei Yihuang said to himself with a cold face.

Bei Yihuang suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at Fang Yun gently.

"The bright sun is in the sky, falling for me!"

In the deafening sound, a huge crack appeared over baicoffin Island, and then a red sun came slowly from the crack.

The whole baicoffin island was instantly lit, and endless light and flame filled the world.

In the sun, not only the prayers of hundreds of millions of sentient beings sounded, but countless demons and monsters appeared on the surface of the sun.

The sun millions of miles in diameter, like the God of destruction, came to the world and burned everything.

A startled look appeared on Fang Yun's face. The divine thunder just now is only a limited holy way Weili, and now it is a complete holy way Weili!

The semi holy body is here, and the power of a blow is just like this.

Seeing that the sun was about to completely emerge from the huge crack and turn into Shengwei's bombardment of Fangyun, the 100 giant coffins on the island suddenly shook together, and then the coffin cover of each giant coffin gently slid sideways, revealing a finger wide gap.

The dark yellow corpses rose to the sky, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling was like a hundred pillars to the sky, standing on the mighty Sun.

The huge sun suddenly shrank sharply and the powerful holy power dissipated rapidly.

"Cough..."

When Fang Yun followed his reputation, he saw that Bei Yihuang suddenly coughed heavily, spewing a lot of blood from his mouth and splashing the innermost shell.

"This Saint only kills people, not destroy this place!"

With that, Bei Yihuang pointed to Fang Yun's fingers and slid from top to bottom.

The sun in the outer layer competed with the corpse gas of the hundred coffins, but within the sun, a small sun with a diameter of 100000 feet set from the middle, carrying the world destroying flame, and instantly fell on Fang Yun.

Fang Yun resisted with xinghuohuntianjian for the first time. However, the flame was too strong and too much. Xinghuohuntianjian could only resist and absorb some of it, and the rest of the holy power was bombarded down with solid results.

Heaven and earth burst into flames.

Magic Fang Yun recited the holy word for the third time, and both of them used the holy soul platform at the same time.

The three layers of holy words were broken one after another, and their holy soul statues were restored one after another.

Finally, all the holy soul statues were shot once, and the surface was full of cracks.

The huge sun disappeared above, and Fang Yun stood hard in the flames below.

Xinghuohuntianjian absorbs the flame with all his strength, but there are still a large number of flame shocks before transportation.

The tortoise armor battle body was burned slightly red, and Fang Yun's body inside made a nourishing barbecue sound.

The family, country and world of magic Fang Yun have also been completely broken. Magic Fang Yun has no turtle armor battle body, but he directly sacrificed to Wentai and forcibly protected his body.

"Careless..."

Fang Yun and Bei Yihuang said the same thing, and then they looked at each other.

Fang Yun didn't expect that the demon emperor borrowed a holy eye, which is the eye of a semi holy body. Once it is damaged, it will be lost forever. Only when he is promoted to the great saint can he have the opportunity to recover.

Beiyi emperor did not expect that this baicoffin island should weaken his strength and let Fang Yun escape.

Because the great art of holy words has been restored by the holy soul statue many times, the land fragments and solar fragments falling to the Beiyi emperor have not stopped, and there is a growing trend.

Before, those land and solar fragments would be dispersed by Shengwei far above beiyihuang and turned into small particles invisible to the naked eye, but now, a large number of fragments hit beiyihuang, and then they were scattered and annihilated by Shengwei.

"The holy eye was separated from the body. It could have been used for at least three times, but it was forced by a hundred coffins, and its strength was almost exhausted!" Fang Yun observed the Beiyi emperor and looked for its flaws.

Bei Yihuang's cold face melted and laughed: "even if the holy power is exhausted, he can kill you!"

With that, Bei Yihuang waved and a ten Zhang silver thunder came down.

This time, there was no prayer among all sentient beings in the thunder, the hidden holy power was also extremely rare, and the level of power barely reached the level of semi holy incarnation.

However, it is still stronger than the power of ordinary emperors.

At the end of the mountain and water, the light in the eyes of the magic Fang Yun flashed. The last three Wentai soared to heaven and consecrated one after another, turning into three surging forces to block the thunder.

At the same time, the magic Fang Yun opened his mouth and spit out the real dragon ancient sword.

In the blink of an eye, the real dragon ancient sword approached the Beiyi emperor.

"Bury the sword!"

The magic dragon ancient sword burst in an instant, like the rising sun and golden light.

The endless golden little real dragon sword fell on the shell of the Beiyi emperor.

The real dragon ancient sword burial sword at the Wenhao level broke a layer of shell in an instant. Seeing that the second layer of shell was about to break, the Beiyi emperor had to bite his teeth and put Shengwei outside to block the power of the burial sword.

In front of the powerful holy power, hundreds of millions of buried swords can no longer hurt the shell, but they are rapidly consuming the holy power of the shell wing emperor.

As soon as the phantom Fang Yun's body was soft, he was about to fall to the ground. Fang Yun stretched out his hand and picked him up.

Fang Yun's body was originally straight, but he bent down for the magic Fang Yun.

They stood in the slowly weakening flame, covered with wounds, haggard and weak breath.

"Bei Yihuang, even if you kill me, you won't get anything!" Fang Yun said, spilling a wisp of blood from the corner of his mouth, flowing along his chin, and finally dripping on the hot ground, hissing and evaporating.

"Will Ben Sheng give you a chance to procrastinate?" with that, Bei Yihuang sent a finger to Fang again.

A silver thunder appeared in the sky, only five feet long, and unlike before, it was formed instantaneously. It still takes a certain time to absorb power to condense.

At the moment of silver thunder, a supreme breath suddenly appeared over baicoffin island.

The hundred coffins shook together, and even the stone house in the center of the hundred coffin island made a strange sound.

However, the breath converged rapidly, turned into a silver light, fell into Fang Yun's eyebrows and disappeared.

Fang Yun was stunned, and then a strange look appeared on his face, as if there were stars shining in his eyes.

"It turns out that the legend is true. There is a kind of poetry that can ignore the forbidden divine wood..."