Saint of the Confucian way

Zubao's embryo lost control and fell to the ground like a big stone.

At the same time, a true blood throne appeared out of thin air, and the translucent ancient void sat on it.

Ancient virtual resurrection.

The true blood holy seat rises slowly, and a red vortex appears in the sky, forming a strong suction, pulling the true blood holy seat.

Fang Yun opened his mouth and the real dragon sword flew out.

The broken time guide car was parked on the hilt of the real dragon holy sword.

On the time guide car, there is a translucent old man. The old man is extremely tall and strong, even better than Fang Yun. The skull is different from ordinary people, with part raised and part concave, extremely long eyes and slightly higher cheekbones.

It is such an old man who is not handsome in appearance. Standing on the time guide car, he has an unspeakable temperament.

At first glance, this person is as gentle as jade, like a modest gentleman, incomparably kind, and makes people feel close. However, if you look carefully, you will find that this person is like a towering mountain, people can only look up, and like the vast sea, people are in awe.

The old man stood in the car at will. Obviously, he didn't put any power outside, but it seemed to seize the light of the world. Even Fang Yun's momentum became invisible, just like the students behind the old man.

The old man pointed forward and flew out an eternal torrent in his hand, impacting a space-time mixed cave.

The real dragon holy sword carries the time guide car and the translucent old man into the space-time mixing hole together.

At the moment when Ao Zhou saw the old man, he was so frightened that he covered his head with his claws. In those years, he was beaten all over the ground by the other party. Finally, he pretended to be his grandson and knelt down to beg for mercy to keep his position as the Lord of the Yangtze River.

The power in the Kunlun sword array stopped, but it was still dark.

The true blood holy throne was completely unaffected by the Kunlun sword array. He flew high into the air and quickly left the Kunlun sword array.

Over the Kunlun sword array, Gu Xu sat on the true blood throne, overlooking Fang Yun in the study of the holy way, showing the winner's smile.

He opened his mouth and said, "Fang Yun, you can't kill Ben Sheng after all."

At this time, he had no power, no voice and no holy thoughts, but just looking at his mouth, Fang Yun knew what he was talking about.

Fang Yun looked at Gu Xu and said with thousands of feelings, "today is over for you and me. Soon, I will travel around the world and get back some things. But I feel a little melancholy in my heart."

Gu Xu on the throne of true blood laughed and said, "how can you end my business? When I return to the demon world and reshape the holy body, I will stay closed and attack the holy ancestor! Once the ancestor is granted, I will face the world and destroy your whole family!"

Fang Yun shook his head slightly and said, "you are also a hero in the demon man, but you never understand why our Terran can rise rapidly and threaten the demon family in a short time."

"Oh, then tell me, why can your Terrans rise rapidly?" Gu Xu asked with a smile.

"Because we have already determined the outcome before we make a move." Fang Yun looked at Gu Xu without any emotion in his eyes.

At this moment, Fang Yun's eyes overlap with those of hundreds of millions of human beings.

Gu Xu burst out laughing, stretched out his hand and pointed to Fang Yun and said, "do you know what I like most about you? In your Terran words, dead ducks have a hard mouth..."

Before the ancient empty words were finished, he suddenly felt something wrong, and then slowly looked down.

His body began to dissipate slowly from his feet. When it dissipated to his knees, Gu Xu slowly looked up and looked at Fang Yun.

"How did you do it?" Gu Xu's eyes were full of disbelief.

At this time, the bloody vortex in the sky suddenly rotates rapidly, forming a huge suction, as if to suck the whole falling star sea away.

However, the dragon city will come and suppress the bloody vortex.

Fang Yun calmly said, "when you use the true blood throne to resurrect, you are already dead."

After a few breaths, Gu Xu's chest had dissipated. He suddenly widened his eyes and roared like thunder.

"You cut me off!"

At this time, a black space-time mixing hole reappears in front of Fang Yun, and the real dragon holy sword with slight scratches on the surface returns.

The time guide car and the old man all disappeared.

Fang Yun opened his mouth, swallowed the real dragon holy sword, and then looked up at Gu Xu.

"On the huangquan Road, there are many saints and the demon world are buried with him. I'm sure brother Gu Xu won't be lonely." Fang Yun took out the brewed bottle again and filled it with good wine.

Gu Xu's neck has dissipated.

Gu Xu looked at the blood vortex in the sky.

"I have never lost the demon world all my life."

Gu Xu lowered his head and looked at Fang Yun. His eyes were full of warmth.

"Meet in the afterlife, another competition!"

Gu Xu closed his eyes.

Crystal clear tears fell from the two places.

Between heaven and earth where the ancient emptiness has completely dissipated.

Two tears fell slowly and disappeared in the sea of falling stars.

Fang Yun raised his glass with his right hand and waved it gently. The wine turned into brilliant magma fire and scattered away.

Fang Yun stretched out his hand and a glass of wine slipped down the desk in front of Ao Zhou.

Ao Zhou was flattered. He first kowtowed three times and said, "thank you for the wine from Lei Zu."

Then, raise a glass with both hands, salute Fang Yunxu and drink.

"Hoo..." Ao Zhou was angry, but showed a blissful expression.

At this time, Fang Yun's right index finger knocked the desk for the fourth time.

Ao Zhou was so frightened that he trembled and shrunk on the table. He whispered, "the human race is really cruel."

The inkstone turtle nodded hard.

Shengyuan continent, Qingguo.

The four-color tianwai flying sword breaks the void and comes to the old Taoshan. It overlaps with the original four real dragon holy swords to form four new divine swords to block the old Taoshan.

Qingguo capital, Jinluan hall.

After Qingjun on the Dragon chair got the news, he wailed in his heart and Fang Yun took revenge. Is it over from morning to night?

On the Jinluan hall, all the civil and military officials of the Qing Dynasty got the news, which was miserable.

Before Fang Yun's canonization, 90% of Qingguo's officials were fierce main battle factions. Each seemed to be able to punch virtual saints and kick literary giants. They wanted to send troops to attack Jingguo immediately.

However, after Fang Yun was canonized, even the officials who died because of Fang Yun were silent and afraid to say half an disrespectful word.

Even Zong Ganyu, the leader of the family, was frightened by Fang Yun, the head of the semi saint, and suffered a stroke. That's a great Wenzong. Who dares to say anything?

What's more, Fang Yun never lowered his head, stepped on Liu Zizhi's head, step by step on the road of green clouds, and finally canonized.

To put it mildly, Fang Yun will kill whoever he wants now!

No mortal has ever lived against the semi saint, never.

"Cough, cough..."

Qingjun suddenly picked up his handkerchief, covered his mouth and coughed violently. The maid came to help and was pushed away by him.

After coughing for a long time, Qing Jun glanced at the ministers with bloodshot eyes.

Even the most loyal old minister to him now lowered his head.

Qingjun looked at the ministers and his eyes were full of sadness. What made him sad was that he should be angry at this time, but he didn't even have any anger in his heart.

His heart was filled with fear and there was no room for anything else.

After a while, Qing Jun took a deep breath, there was a light in his eyes, and slowly said, "the old peach mountain is blocked by the sword array, which is related to the dignity of our country. What do you think of Aiqing?"

Such a large Jinluan hall has complete literary positions from Ju Ren to Da Ru, but no one answered.