Saint of the Confucian way

When the ancestors left, heaven and earth returned to their original dark color.

The wild Canglong slowly turned his head and looked at Fang Yun. There was no emotion in his eyes, but Fang Yun could feel his anger at this moment.

Most of his neck has disappeared, the scales in many places have completely disappeared, and many treasures on his body have scattered.

It seemed that the great barren Canglong was reluctant to give up the strongest God star, but he took a look at the quiet night white devil around the hundred winged turtle dragon and turned and left.

Between heaven and earth, there seems to be a long sigh.

Fang Yun looked at the dark night white demons outside. They didn't give up and stared at the strongest God star.

However, they are also extremely afraid of Fang Yun's belief in all sentient beings.

"What now?"

The voice of the hundred winged turtle dragon sounded in the ancestral hall.

Fang Yun said, "Your Majesty Diyuan, if what I expected is right, the ancestors will always chase and kill the boundary dragon to the Taichu tree?"

"Yes," emperor yuan said.

"Shall we catch up or go back to the emperor's land?" Fang Yun asked.

"This..." Diyuan took a look at the strongest God star in Fang Yun's hand, and then saw the broken hundred winged turtle dragon and the dark night white devil. He couldn't make up his mind for a moment.

Fang Yun didn't expect that the emperor's work was so untidy, but then realized that it was external interference that affected Diyuan's judgment. Whether it was the strongest God star, the White Devil in the dark night, or the of this war, it had exceeded the prediction of ordinary saints.

Fang Yun immediately launched an extended deduction. Soon, his eyes lit up, and a flash of excitement flashed on his face. Then he pressed down his excitement and said quietly, "the saints will win the victory by chasing Taichu and destroying the boundary dragon. We will follow along the road and we will certainly see their successful return."

"That's right. Baiyi, follow the ancestors." Diyuan said.

The hundred winged turtle dragon didn't answer and flew rapidly in the direction of the ancestors chasing the Taichu boundary dragon.

A large number of quiet night white demons still stick to the hundred winged turtle dragon, as if they were the wings of the hundred winged turtle dragon, floating like soft dough.

Occasionally, the Taichu tribes passing by saw this scene. They were scared to death, ran away desperately, and tried their best to summon the family, completely far away from the emperor clan and the hundred winged turtle dragon.

After a while, the hundred winged turtle dragon cried, "instructor, Diyuan, help me find a way to let the White Devil leave?"

Fang Yun realized that the hundred winged turtles and dragons were worried all the way. It would be the same for anyone who could not be thrown off by these monsters.

It's scary!

Diyuan looked at Fang Yun and showed an inquiring look.

Fang Yun said reluctantly, "don't ask me, it's the first time I've met this kind of thing. These dark night white demons don't have a big feud with me. I've killed one. If I kill another, it may cause some unpredictable changes. It's night now. Will they disappear naturally in the daytime?"

Emperor yuan nodded and said, "yes, as long as it's past the night, the dark night white devil will disappear naturally. Bai Yi, you can bear it first."

While Diyuan was speaking, Fang Yun stretched out his left hand, and before his mind moved, the pale stone turned by the death of the White Devil in the dark night flew into Fang Yun's hand.

Fang Yun was stunned. He didn't expect that he could take pictures across the air without consuming any power. This is a means only available to semi saints.

Fang Yun groped for the pale stone and was very curious.

Diyuan couldn't help saying, "your strength is low. It's better to exchange this stone for a treasure. The emperor family has risen for many years and has never seen the death of the White Devil in the dark night, let alone this kind of thing. Maybe it's an unexpected treasure."

"Try it." Fang Yun handed the pale stone to Diyuan.

Diyuan reached out and took it. At the moment of touching, the whole hand suddenly disappeared and erupted into a large amount of white steam. Then the steam turned into thin lines, which were absorbed by the pale hand.

Moreover, Diyuan's broken hand was still slowly gasifying. She quickly cut off her wrist before she returned to normal.

A large number of holy forces gathered at the broken hand of Diyuan. There was no normal rapid rebirth of flesh and blood, but recovered at an ordinary growth rate. It seems that it will take at least a year to grow a new right hand.

Emperor yuan looked dignified and said, "it's like being swallowed by the Youye white devil. You see, the same is true for the hundred winged turtle dragon. His wound can't be reborn. It only grows slowly after many years, as if it needs to grow up naturally. The Youye White Devil devours more than flesh and blood, not only strength, but also time."

Fang Yun picked up the pale stone and said, "it seems that this thing is not suitable for you. I don't know how to use it for the time being."

"When the ancestors come back, ask the emperor and grandpa to deduce. Maybe they can help you. It's really not good. Ask the green bamboo girl to help. She's wrong this time and doesn't dare not help us." Diyuan said.

"OK." Fang Yun instinctively took the pale stone back to the Wen palace, and then was stunned. This thing could enter the Wen palace! This means that he is very likely to bring it back directly to future generations.

Fang Yun immediately tried to let Wen palace accept the strongest God star, but the strongest God Star didn't move.

"Sure enough..."

After a long flight, Fang Yun finally saw 20 lights approaching in front of him, but in the blink of an eye, those lights fell among the tribes and appeared at the gate of the ancestral hall.

The ancestors looked at Fang Yun with tired eyes, but full of praise.

However, Fang Yun only looked at them and looked away. These ancestors had just experienced the battle. The holy way surged all over their body and the glow was boundless. The holy way was running rapidly in his eyes. Fang Yun's mind roared at one glance and couldn't see more at all.

When Emperor Ting passed by, he looked at Fang Yun and said with a smile, "thanks to you, we killed three Taichu boundary dragons. Unfortunately, the boundary Emperor Dragon and the rest fled back to Taichu tree. However, the boundary Dragon Emperor was too seriously injured. It seems that the great wasteland dragon is not less aimed at it."

Fang Yun lowered his head slightly and endured the discomfort caused by the deafening sound. His hair and skin were shaking, as if the sound waves were rolling repeatedly. It was too troublesome to communicate with the holy ancestor.

The ancestral hall is still an endless void, but there are 21 more thrones in a circular distribution.

Twenty one saints return.

Fang Yun stands in front of the door.

Emperor Ji sat in the deepest place facing the gate and took a deep look at Fang Yun. Until Fang Yun was almost unconscious, he took back his sight and scanned the rest of the emperor's ancestors.

"This war is an unprecedented victory for our imperial family!"

"After!"

All the saints beat their chests with their fists and made a "rear" sound in their mouth in the way of the primitive period of the emperor family, so as to boost their morale.

See the holy way raging in the ancestral hall, great power vertical and horizontal, power surging, almost close to the chaotic vacuum.

Then, Fang Yun was stunned by the holy way Weili, which was scattered by his ancestors.

There is light outside the ancestral hall to revive Fang Yun.

Fang Yun opened his eyes and found a light green light on himself. He realized that emperor he was helping himself.

Fang Yun looked at the 21 saints ahead with a bitter face.

Those saints looked at Fang Yun and didn't speak. Fang Yun said, "all saints, will you leave me a life?"

The saints slowly turned their heads and didn't know whether they agreed or disagreed or didn't care.

Fang Yun thought that he was about to be tossed by these saints!