Saint of the Confucian way

"Ha ha ha..." the tomb clan laughed strangely, and then suddenly jumped up.

At the same time, the tomb clan exudes pure corpse Qi and blocks the space within 20 Li, so that Fang Yun can't escape by any means.

"Xiao Fen, you are too grumpy."

When Fang Yun finished, he suddenly released his family, country and world, which contained the power of decay and holy power. In an instant, a transparent giant ball with a diameter larger than the grave family was formed, which directly flew the grave family.

However, the surface of Fang Yun's home country and the world also has a slight shock, which shrinks and recovers rapidly.

"What do you call me?" the spirit of the tomb clan suddenly became angry and jumped over again. However, this time, it was not under the hood, but hundreds of black giant claws suddenly popped out of its body, extending and patting Fang Yun like elastic rubber claws.

Each Giant Claw made a sharp howling sound. Around each giant claw, there was a strong corpse air like water. A hundred claws attacked and howled.

"Of course it's called you Xiaofen."

Fang Yun said easily, but he felt great pressure from hundreds of giant claws, which was almost equal to waving claws at the same time in the face of hundreds of emperors.

Fang Yun holds a pen and waves it at once.

Cross far outside Jingmen to travel from the state of Chu.

The mountains follow the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness.

Under the moon, flying mirrors, clouds and sea towers.

Still pity the water in Shu and send the boat thousands of miles away!

The poem "farewell at the Jingmen gate" written by a great Confucian who resisted the enemy in the burial Valley appeared ahead.

Between them, a big river suddenly appeared, making them seem hundreds of miles apart.

Hundreds of giant claws fell on the river. The river broke instantly, but then recovered to form a second river.

The attack of hundreds of giant claws has fallen on the previous River, but the aftershocks are still there, easily washing out the second river.

The river dissipated and a translucent ancient city stood between them.

The ancient city was also broken, but it was restored again to block the final impact.

This is the powerful four fold enemy resistance poetry formed by virtue of poetry.

If these four forces appear at the same time, even if the force increases ten times, they will be destroyed by 100 claws, but because they are formed continuously, they will block the terrorist attack.

"Your strength is not weak." the tone of the grave family was a little depressed. Unexpectedly, such a powerful attack was easily blocked by the other party.

"If I don't call you Xiaofen, what should I call you?" Fang Yun had guessed that the tomb clan should be very young.

"Well... We have few grave families and no names." his tone was full of discontent.

"Then I'd better call you Xiaofen. It's better than calling you grave clan or um, ah or something." Fang Yun said.

Xiao Fen opened his mouth and couldn't refute Fang Yun's words, because there was a truth in listening.

"However, the name is not very fierce. We grave people are very fierce!" Xiaofen was very upset and felt something wrong.

"You're wrong. You're so big. Everyone knows you're fierce and everyone will hide from you. But if you have a small name in your name, you'll confuse the enemy. It's called strategy, art of war and tactics. I don't know if you understand." Fang yundao.

"That makes sense..." Xiaofen ordered a head like a mountain peak.

"OK, let's continue trading. There are 60 holy bones like me. If you help me capture the semi holy former residence and Bi Lao, I will help you explore the strange mountain." Fang Yun said.

The little grave wriggled and said, "OK, this grave is the same... No, isn't it eighty?"

"I don't agree with eighty," Fang Yun said.

"That grave doesn't agree with 60!"

"Then you and I take a step back, seventy."

Xiaofen thought for a long time and said, "OK."

Fang Yun did what he said and immediately took out the holy bone from the heaven and earth shells in the holy valley.

There are many incomplete holy bones such as burial holy Valley, and many of them are the bones of all saints with huge body shape. In fact, the amount of transaction is less than one thousandth.

Fang Yun threw away many holy bones. The small grave opened its mouth and swallowed them all. There was a grunt in its stomach.

"OK, then take me to them and solve them."

"OK, come with Ben Fen." with that, Xiao Fen began to creep in one direction.

The huge body was moving forward like a maggot, and even the speed was not much faster than the maggot.

Fang Yun suddenly understood why he lacked sun poison spirit and said that the grave people didn't like to walk around.

"Can you walk faster?"

"Well, good."

The speed of Xiaofen really accelerated a little, which is equivalent to ordinary people walking quickly.

For the emperor, this speed is an insult.

"Is that how you grave people usually walk?" Fang Yun couldn't laugh or cry.

"Well, we Fen people have always been like this. Other people say we are lazy. I don't know what laziness is." Xiaofen said righteously.

"So do the strong ones you can't beat?"

"Of course not. We run very fast, but it consumes too much power. After all, I move, which is different from you."

Fang Yun looked at the huge body within a radius of 20 Li and understood why the tomb clan was so lazy. Instead of being fat and becoming a city, he probably didn't want to move.

"It seems that you can't help me. I seem to give you the wrong name. You should call it fat grave." Fang Yun added.

"I'm very sad that you say so. Besides, you can go to them behind my back." Xiaofen said.

Fang Yun looked at the grave and was silent.

The grave continued to creep forward very hard.

Fang Yun was just trying to reduce one enemy. Now that it will not threaten itself, its goal has been achieved. We must not waste time here.

"Well, go to that strange mountain now. When I get the old pen and semi saint's former residence, I'll find you."

"Are you saying I'm lazy and think I'm slow?" Xiaofen's tone was angry.

"Don't you count yourself?" Fang Yun asked.

"Well... OK," Xiao Fen said, turning to the strange mountain and trying to wriggle.

Fang Yun looked at him helplessly and was about to go to the direction before Xiaofen. Xiaofen suddenly said, "don't die. I also want to know the news about the hundred coffins in huangquan. Also, the treasure on your head should come from huangquan. That's why I didn't kill you. No, it's better if you die. When you become my Xiaofen bag, I can know the news about the hundred coffins."

"Don't worry, I can't die. I'll ask you about the ancient source of the yellow spring later."

Xiao Fen was stunned for a moment and suddenly accelerated his peristalsis speed.

Fang Yun smiled and thought about the yellow spring, baicoffin Island, wanxiong mountain and so on.

After a short walk, the dust storm and the poison of burying saints in front suddenly faded, and you can see the scene in the distance more clearly.

Hundreds of miles away, there is an old big house suspended at a height of hundreds of feet. Under the house is connected with the land, which is tens of feet thick. The house and the land are suspended in the air like an island.

A few miles away from the floating house, there are many people standing, each of whom is a great Confucian.

Among them, Fang Yun saw an old acquaintance, Lei Tingyu.

Fang Yun continued to move forward. After several interest rates, Lei Tingyu suddenly turned his head and looked at Fang Yun, stunned.