Saint of the Confucian way

Zong moju was completely furious when he saw Fang Yun stretch out his index finger!

In his holy body, there seemed to be more emotions that did not belong to him at all.

Zong moju roared as if he had lost his mind and hit Fang Yun's right index finger with his huge fist.

At the moment when the giant fist met the index finger, everyone was surprised to see that Fang Yun seemed to be in the wind, with his hair flying and his robes floating.

Fang Yun's body did not move.

The body is as solid as a rock in the void.

Zong moju was like a boxing on the city wall. His elbow suddenly cracked and his broken bones pierced through his skin!

No one can hear such a distant sound, but the sound of broken bones sounded in everyone's heart.

Several great Confucians suddenly stood up, but then realized that it was wrong and hurried to sit down.

Everyone looked at each other and didn't know what had happened.

But they could see that Zong moju showed a painful expression, and the broken bones were not fake.

Fang Yun smiled, left Zong moju's fist with the index finger of his right hand, stepped back an inch, and then gently pointed forward.

Like a willow leaf falling on pedestrians.

However, this finger first causes many spatial ripples, and then tears the starry sky.

Boom

Zong moju's huge body was shocked like being hit by a huge mountain and retreated rapidly.

His right arm, like paper burning in the wind, broke quickly, and his flesh and blood splashed in space, like petals scattered.

Zong moju's eyes were full of fear and doubt.

His body kept retreating and collapsing.

Finally, it completely collapsed.

After a breath, the broken flesh and blood began to gallop to a place, and finally gathered together to reshape Zong moju's body.

However, compared with the holy body just now, zongmoju's New Holy body has become bloodless, pale and without any holy power.

Fang Yun apologized and said, "my holy body is too strong. Although I try my best to suppress the power of the holy body itself, it still hurts you."

Zong moju silently looked at Fang Yun and said nothing.

Strictly speaking, the Terran holy body has no power. At most, it has some painless and itchy characteristics, such as being a little hard, such as being a little resistant to beating. Only the demon savage holy body will have certain power, which is very useful.

Zong moju knew that Fang Yun didn't lie, because in the holy body battle just now, he could clearly feel that Fang Yun dropped his finger, as if to detonate a planet, and he could also feel that Fang Yun's body contained forces he couldn't understand. If all of them were released, he might directly die.

That's the power of ashen! Or, it's the power of the demon man saint!

Zong moju looked at Fang Yun and kept looking at him for a long time without talking.

The saints and great Confucians in front of the light curtain also watched silently, unable to understand what had happened.

Zhang poyue began to die again and asked, "Mr. Jinglong, can you tell me what's going on?"

"You take a good look at my expression, like you know what's going on?" Wang Jinglong gave a white look at Zhang Po Yue.

Zhang poyue was extremely embarrassed.

Everyone can't laugh or cry.

Everyone realized that not to mention Wang Jinglong, maybe even Zong moju didn't understand what was going on.

In the starry sky, nearby planets are still orbiting zongmoju.

Zong moju looked at Fang Yun and said slowly, "unexpectedly, I underestimated you after all. Who would have thought that the half saint of the Terran has a body comparable to the demon man saint!"

"Correcting your mistake is not comparable, but surpassing." Fang Yun explained carefully.

Zong moju suddenly felt anxious and even angry in his heart. It seemed that there was a flame going straight into his brain. This could happen to aliens, but it could not happen to semi saints. He immediately realized that he was affected by the previous power and took a deep breath to dispel bad emotions.

"My previous feeling is right. Your body is close to the dragon clan. You are in the dragon clan... No, the dragon clan can't have this power, that is, it has something to do with the emperor clan?" Zong moju couldn't stop his curiosity at all.

All previous failures came to his mind. At this time, Zong moju had a strange idea in his mind. What is Einstein's gravitational field equation?

Fang Yun smiled and said, "there is still a third civil war. Do you want to continue?"

Zong moju flashed a very complex look on his face and said, "continue! Please give me advice!"

Zong moju didn't give up, and even completely forgot that he was an old semi saint and directly released to the literary world.

Learning has no order, and those who reach it are teachers!

In the sky above Zong moju, a piece of land and sea loomed. The land was ten thousand miles long from east to west and four thousand miles long from north to south. The land was surrounded by sea water, and the end of the sea was only two hundred miles away from the shore at most.

Above the continent and the ocean, there is a hemispherical transparent sky curtain.

Above the curtain of heaven, talent, the sun hangs high and the stars shine.

This is not a translucent world, but a world completely solidified as if it were real.

A new ancient literary world appeared in the starry sky.

In the literary world, the holy power is rich, and a large number of literary creatures multiply.

Unlike the real literary world, the creatures in it are not absolutely true.

The holy literary world exudes a very strange and huge atmosphere. It doesn't look like a world or a dead thing. It's more like an emperor, a monarch controlling the world and a maneuvering son of heaven.

All forces should submit to the literary world!

A strange scene appeared. After all the boundary forces were displayed, all the planetary trajectories began to shrink, as if pulled by a greater force towards the Pope.

Ru Chen paid homage.

The most terrible thing is that the outermost planet in the nearby solar system broke away from its original orbit and flew to Zongsheng!

The two sides are so far apart that the power of the Pope himself could not have attracted the planet, but the power of the literary world is too overbearing!

Where the son of heaven is, the stars surrender!

Even other planets in the nearest solar system are ready to move, as if they are slowly approaching Zongsheng.

Seeing Zongsheng's literary world, several semi saints in Daofeng mountain sighed. Those great scholars were fascinated. They didn't expect Zongsheng's literary world to be so strong!

All the semi holy literary circles present are not as holy as Zongsheng!

Feng Shu finally couldn't help but sigh: "the literary world of Zongsheng is far better than that of old people. There are great Confucianism in his literary family. I thought it was only the literary world of Kong Sheng."

"His literary world is so much bigger than mine. It's unbelievable that it can be compared with the sub Saint literary world." Wang Jinglong shook his head helplessly.

"Giving Fang Sheng another ten years may surpass, but now it is basically impossible."

"Fang Sheng's literary world should have just taken shape."

"Without the human race in the literary world, the power is far from being comparable to that of Zongsheng."

"I don't know why. I'm relieved to see Fang Sheng losing to Zong Sheng."

"I'm also relieved. If Zongsheng doesn't win the battle of the holy way, my face will be hot." Wang Jinglong half joked.

The saints laughed helplessly. Fang Yun's performance was amazing. If even Zongsheng couldn't win a game, what did the semi saints present become?

But then the saints calmed down and smiled mysteriously.

They looked at each other and knew what each other was laughing at.

In the near future, I will surpass Zongsheng!

Because there are fragments of dusk and empty day presented by Fang Yun.