Saint of the Confucian way

This literary world consumes far more than cultivating a holy ancestor.

Fang Yun tried to lead thunder to Kunlun Mountain in the literary world.

The thunder, which can easily destroy the saints, fell on the Kunlun Mountain in the literary world like a world destroying spear. At the moment of hitting the Kunlun Mountain, the thunder turned into thunder and fell on the Kunlun mountain like a gentle trickle.

Among the peaks of Kunlun Mountain in the literary world, there is a thunder ditch about a foot long.

Fang Yun's heart jumped, and Shengnian seemed to have a little more tie up with something.

Fang Yun's eyes moved and began to guide Lei Ling to lead Lei Lei to Kunlun Mountain in the literary world.

All the thunder turned into thunder when it was close to Kunlun Mountain in the literary world.

Thunder water slowly gathers, condenses into streams, converges into rivers, and flows one after another, or turns into lakes or rivers.

In the Kunlun Mountains in the literary world, thunder water flows.

Time passed slowly until the tenth day, Fang Yun suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the sky.

He saw a bright fireball falling from the sky to the thunder sea, but it was led by the thunder order.

The fireball is getting closer and closer, but the size of the fist doesn't look different, but if you look carefully, you will see that the "flame" is not real fire, but hundreds of millions of thunder!

The thunder contained in this fireball is more than the total amount of thunder introduced into Kunlun in the literary world by Fang Yun in more than ten days, and more than the total amount of thunder in the whole waterfall in ten days.

Fang Yun asked Lei Ling to introduce Lei Yuan into the literary world and was about to absorb it with the great saint thunder. Kunlun in the literary world suddenly gave off a strange smell, as if it were alive.

Then, I saw the great gravity outside Kunlun in the literary world, as if the statue above was waving.

Lei Yuan immediately broke away from the original direction, gave up entering the great holy God Lei, and fell like Kunlun in the literary world.

There is a thunder lake on the side of the main peak in the Kunlun Mountains of the literary world.

Fang Yun was silent for a few seconds, shook his head slightly, and continued to introduce thunder into Kunlun in the literary world.

With the increase of thunder water contained in Kunlun of the literary world, the breath of the literary world is increasing. At first, it can only attract thunder with a thick thumb. Now, the thunder injected into the literary world is hundreds of feet thick, forming a small waterfall, which is constantly absorbed by Kunlun of the literary world.

Slowly, Fang Yun found that the thunder water in the divine world had become his own power.

Fang Yun opened his mouth and the real dragon holy sword flew out. The real dragon holy sword was originally bred by the real dragon and absorbed the power of Thunder Dragon. It already contains the power of thunder and fire, but compared with the power of the holy sword, the power of thunder and fire is very small.

Now, the surface of the real dragon holy sword still hasn't changed, and even the original power of thunder and fire has completely disappeared!

The real dragon holy sword is not an isolated sword, but an ink sword!

After Fang Yun's canonization, the attached ink sword can't catch up with the real dragon sword, even with the help of sword patterns.

The real dragon holy sword is the sword of the holy mind and the sword of the human race. Fang Yun doesn't practice the thunder holy way and has no time to practice, so he can't carry the really powerful thunder holy way.

Unlike the ink sword, the ink sword is not an entity, but a combination of Fang Yun's calligraphy.

Now Fangyun, the sacred path of calligraphy has reached the five realms, with dragons flying and Phoenix dancing!

The ink sword in this realm has no lethality, but it is enough to carry the holy Tao and God thunder.

The sword as like as two peas of the dragon's sword grew slowly, and finally became the same size as the dragon sword. Only the color and the surface texture were different.

The real dragon holy sword is made of holy thoughts and is extremely pure. Therefore, the sword body is as white as snow. Although there are dragon patterns on the surface to form golden light, it does not dye the sword body.

Thunder ink sword is completely different. It is dark, as if it is made of countless ink, which is better than the darkest chaotic vacuum. On the sword body, there are dense blue and white lines, like cracks in the sword body.

Thunder water flows in blue and white lines.

The breath of this thunder ink sword is not inferior to that of the real dragon holy sword, but the incubation time is too short and its strength is far inferior to that of the real dragon holy sword.

Fang Yunxin read it and saw that the ink sword fell into the thunder source lake like a meteor outside the sky.

At the moment when leiyuan Lake touched the ink sword, it was like a fierce saint in anger. It wanted to devour the enemy. However, the Kunlun Mountain in the literary world shook slightly, and leiyuan Lake returned to calm.

Thunder ink sword lies quietly at the bottom of the lake, absorbing the power of thunder source.

The thunder source is shrinking at a very slow speed.

Fang Yun can clearly feel Lei Yuan's irritability, but he never moves.

After the leiyuan lake was reduced to half, a thunder light Pearl was added to the sword edge of the thunder ink sword.

At this time, the thunder ink sword stopped absorbing leiyuan lake, and the irritable atmosphere of leiyuan Lake dissipated slowly.

Fang Yun stretched out his hand and the thunder ink sword flew high into the air. He saw that the thunder waterfall introduced by Lei Ling into the literary world was divided into two, one absorbed by the Kunlun of the literary world and the other absorbed by the thunder ink sword.

After another twenty days, there was no source of thunder.

Fang Yun thought a little and knew that Lei Yuan could not be met and asked, so he could not do so.

Fang Yun looked up at the sky. The thunder River over the sky was endless. There must be many thunder sources, but it was a real forbidden area. Even if the holy ancestor was not careful, he might be swallowed by the thunder river.

Fang Yun lowered his head again and looked at Lei Hai.

The thunder sea is called the sea, but the total amount of thunder is far less than the thunder River in the sky. The key here is the suppression of Leishi mountain. Many saints of all dynasties practice here. This thunder sea is far less dangerous than the thunder River in the sky.

Whether it is Kunlun in the literary world, thunder ink sword or the great saint thunder, they are all hungry for food.

Fang Yun gritted his teeth, injected more power into the thunder stone boat and thunder order, took out the projection of fierce thunder cliff, released the power of the three thunder treasures together, and then sank slowly.

The five great saints outside have been surprised from the beginning to now. They are all guessing when the chanting ghost will come out.

Suddenly, the five great saints stared at each other.

The huge thunder ball is sinking, and the chanting ghost is going to enter the thunder sea!

The five saints looked at each other.

"This chanting ghost... A little brave." wolf Kun's tone was a little strange, and the other saints didn't care.

The sun Mahatma smiled and said, "it's worthy of being a peak alien. I'm afraid it's just ancient virtual regeneration."

Wolf Kun's hair trembled all over his body, quietly glanced at the sun, and fell into meditation.

Huode sighed: "they all say that thunder and fire are inseparable. Don't say that I don't dare to go to the thunder sea even if I am promoted to the top of the great saint in the future. I'm ashamed to be a different race."

The great sage of rock ash nodded gently. The ghost of chanting scriptures really had the appearance of a peak. Over time, it is very likely to be sealed off.

Time passed slowly, and a year passed in a flash.

In addition to Leize in Taichu, the plague saint and the two demon Saint have been waiting for a long time.

"It's too early. Rezer is too dangerous. We don't have an ancient map. We'll die if we go in."

"No ancient plans, no dangerous places, unless promoted to the top saint."

"So it seems that the chanting ghost is very unlikely to be Fang Yun. The Terran is not good at using thunder, and it's useless for him to enter it. On the contrary, the chanting ghost masters all kinds of magic methods, and many holy arts are related to thunder."

"Yes, then we'll go to the core of the ancient world. When we meet him on the way, we'll look at him with the broken magic pupil. If he is really a chanting ghost, we'll join hands with him to give him a great fortune. If it's Fang Yun, we'll kill him!"

"Fang Yun is too strong, and we have gradually gathered the semi saints we met. It is impossible for the great saint to act alone before."

"Let's go."