Saint of the Confucian way

The mysterious and terrible invisible force finally prevailed, and the soul charm on the surface of the soul corridor slowly melted into fine particles and slowly dispersed.

One part is absorbed by Wen palace, and the other part dissipates forever.

The body of the soul cloister cracked and fell into the palace, revealing the ancient Demon Stone box.

The terrible power fell on the ancient Demon Stone box, and heard a crisp sound. The power disappeared inexplicably, and the stone box, like the soul cloister, gave a click and completely broke, revealing two ordinary pieces of steel.

Then, the same force came down from the sky and split the two pieces of steel, even the Wen palace of Fang Yun.

Suddenly, in the humble landing of the Wen palace, the eight sided sword of the holy way suddenly released a brilliant golden light, and the holy power was like a sea, and rushed out of Fang Yun's eyebrows in an instant.

The most powerful mysterious power, such as the will of heaven and earth, is vast and supreme.

The eight sided sword of the holy way is pure and sincere, showing the shadow of countless Terrans all over the world.

The eight sided sword of the holy way is cut out, the space is cracked, the two boundaries are divided in two, and the land of ten thousand miles returns to chaos.

The most powerful mysterious force was involved in chaos and disappeared.

Subsequently, the third most powerful mysterious force appeared, but Fang Yun had disappeared.

That terrorist force is like a crazy beast, constantly looking for luck, resulting in the fragmentation of hundreds of millions of miles of space and the collapse of heaven and earth.

Ten thousand dead mountains.

Two thousands of miles of white bone dragons take the earth as the sea, rise from it, intersect their heads and necks, and form a huge gate.

Then, streamers flew out of it, like meteors flying to different places.

Suddenly, a huge furry claw fell from the sky and patted some of the streamers.

The black flame in the eye socket of a white bone giant dragon that formed the giant gate of the holy Valley suddenly expanded, opened its big mouth and spit out a gray mist.

As soon as the Giant Claw touched the fog, it melted instantly. Then, a loud scream came from a distant place in the demon world.

Then, the gray fog suddenly reached the scream, turned into fog and shrouded thousands of miles around.

A more miserable cry suddenly sounded and suddenly stopped.

After a few breaths, the fog dispersed.

Within a thousand miles, all the demons died.

The Sirius family in the demon world, together with the semi saint, is extinct today.

There was an unprecedented silence in the demon world, and all the originally arrogant holy thoughts in the sky shrank back.

Without external interference, those streamers left Wanwu mountain and moved to all walks of life.

The two skeleton dragons began to sink slowly.

When the skeleton dragon was about to completely sink into the center of Wanwu mountain, the neck bone of a dragon suddenly cracked, and then some bones collapsed.

A shadow came out of thin air.

In the next moment, the two skeleton dragons completely entered the Wanwu mountain.

The man was dressed in white, with eyes like stars and lips like red fire.

He slowly fanned the wooden fan, looked up curiously at the sky and looked down at the demon world.

"Business doesn't matter. Let's play first. However, Fang Yun seems to..."

With that, the man turned into a faint air flow, I don't know where to fly.

After he left, the ground cracked, and a strange man with a thousand feet tall and a huge coffin struggled to climb up like a drowning man.

After a few breath, the earth closes.

Everything is silent.

Shengyuan continent.

For the vast majority of scholars, the disappearance of the great Confucianism did not bring any impact.

Even without the news of Fang Yun and Yi Zhishi for a long time, most scholars have gradually adapted.

Shengyuan will not stop running because of who.

Soon, some scholars found that there seemed to be some changes in Shengyuan.

Many great Confucian families and rich families began to hold funerals. The funerals of those people were not particularly grand, and all families acted in a low-key manner.

Some news began to spread in the saint yuan continent under the exploration of people with intentions.

Soon, many scholars knew that the legendary burial Valley had ended. Some great Confucians returned to the Shengyuan continent with treasures, and some great Confucians died in the burial valley.

Then, some great Confucians who were proved to go to the burial valley began to appear one after another, such as Yi Zhishi, Tian Songshi, he Mingyuan and so on.

These scholars suddenly found that Fang Yun did not appear!

Before long, a secret news spread among scholars in the Shengyuan continent.

After Fang Yun left the burial Valley, he was seriously injured and in danger. The Wen palace was damaged. He was unable to use his talent and became an ordinary person.

However, many people refuted the rumor.

Strangely, none of the great scholars who came out of the holy valley came forward to refute the rumor. All the holy families and the high-level people of the holy courtyard seemed to turn a blind eye to the news, and only the scholars in Jingguo strongly criticized the rumor.

Soon, those shrewd scholars judged that Fang Yun was not dead, but he definitely did not return safely. He was probably seriously injured and receiving treatment.

A few days later, some very strange comments appeared among scholars in Jingguo. They thought that Fang Yun had disappeared, so they should temporarily deprive him of all treatment and official positions.

However, with the exception of a few people, the ruling and opposition parties rarely agree.

Those people still want to add fuel to the fire, but the head of the Chen Sheng family publicly declared that he opposed any move that was not conducive to Fang Yun.

The noise disappeared at once.

Xiangzhou, outside Yueyang City.

At the beginning of autumn in October, Dongting Lake is the favorite place for literati and elegant guests nearby. Whenever night falls, painted boats and cruise ships are listed on the Bank of the lake. There are cheers and laughter everywhere with lanterns.

An old man in a light blue robe staggers along the lake with a wine pot. His clothes are full of stains, oil stains, ink, soil, and even some dry leftovers.

His hair was loose and gray, as messy as a chicken nest, with leaves and soil on it.

No matter where he goes, people nearby will be dispelled by the pungent smell of wine around him, as if to make way for him.

He had hazy eyes, a drunken smile on his face, and muttered words that no one could understand. After walking for a while, he drank a lot, suddenly choked, coughed violently, and scolded.

His speech was so vague that people only heard some fragmentary words.

"... God... Injustice... Thunder... Eagle... Despicable... Bitter..."

Before long, he jumped into a small boat, then shook his body, fell on the boat, half sitting and half lying, pointed to the direction of the lake center, and said vaguely: "send... Send me to... Go to the Lake Center... I want to... Hei hei... Pee in the Lake Center! Hei hei..."

The old drunkard giggled as he spoke.

The boatman said awkwardly, "Sir, it's late at night. I think you'd better go home and sleep. This is a small business..."

"Isn't it... Money? Sir, I'm not short of money!"

With that, the old drunkard touched his waist, took out a five Liang silver ingot, shook it at the boatman, and suddenly threw it into the lake.

The boatman was stunned and jumped into the boat to touch the silver under the water.

The old drunkard laughed, suddenly got up, shook his oar and began to row indiscriminately towards the center of the lake, laughing while rowing.