Saint of the Confucian way

In the dark torrent, countless startled corpses rose like a silver torrent.

Fang Yun only felt that he was involved in the waterfall like a leaf. He couldn't help falling.

Even if it is comparable to the great saint, Fang Yun is also dizzy and confused at the moment, unable to control his mind, let alone his body.

I don't know how long later, with a bang, Fang Yun finally had a clear feeling and hurried to open his eyes.

Fang Yun only felt that he seemed to be controlled by the nightmare of sleep God, and his upper and lower eyelids seemed to be completely welded to death. He slowly opened his eyes with all his life's strength.

More tired than lifting the whole world.

"Hoo..."

Like a drowning man stepping on the bottom of the river trying to climb the river bank, Fang Yun breathed out a long breath and opened his eyes slowly.

At first, there was darkness, then a little white light, and then the white light condensed together and had color.

Fang Yun instinctively blinked and finally recovered his eyesight.

However, even if you restore your eyesight, you can only see everything within a thousand feet.

Fang Yun is now turning into a thousand Zhang green dragon, which means that Fang Yun turns his head and can hardly see his tail.

This means that, in proportion, the distance seen by the giant beast here is like that ordinary people can only see their own distance of about one foot. If they stretch out their arms straight, they can barely see their elbows. Further forward, their wrists and fingers are hidden in a light gray airflow.

"Cough, cough..."

Fang Yun coughed violently. Then he was surprised to see that he coughed up a dark black airflow.

"I'm poisoned?"

In the next moment, Fang Yun's eyes were surrounded by holy power, and his holy thoughts surged. He checked himself and found that all his power was black.

Fang Yun first analyzed the black fog in his mouth and was stunned to find that it was either highly toxic or the airflow he exhaled normally.

In Fang Yun's eyes, although his breath has various exhaust gases and negative forces discharged by his body, it also has some holy Qi and positive forces. The power contained in this breath is equivalent to the power of a Hanlin.

Although if this breath is used to attack, the damage caused by the promotion of the holy Tao is actually better than that of the great Confucianism.

As a semi saint, Fang Yun, like all saints, has a kind of pride in his heart, that is, even his exhaled exhaust gas has a strong power and can feed back to heaven and earth.

But now, Fang Yun realized that the exhaust gas he exhaled was worthless.

Fang Yun kept breathing, and black waste gas was constantly released, and even gradually condensed into a black cloud outside.

Fang Yun frowned, instinctively full of disgust and vigilance to the black air.

These black gases, as if they were the dirtiest part of themselves, also represented their most vulnerable strength.

After a flash, Fang Yun woke up and looked around, then closed his mouth and inhaled hard. Then he puffed up his abdomen when inhaling and contracted his abdomen when exhaling, so as to force out the turbid Qi in his body as much as possible.

Fang Yun clearly felt that in the air he inhaled, in addition to the vitality of heaven and earth, which is ten thousand times stronger than the world, there are also strands of unspeakable power. This power is pure and pure, as if it is the clearest source between heaven and earth, and as if it is the most true chaos after the destruction of all things.

Not to mention analysis, Fang Yun could not even observe the power, but there was a vague feeling that he could never clearly find out what the power was.

For example, everyone will smile, but can not accurately and directly describe "happiness", but can only show happiness from the side.

Fang Yun breathed and walked, instinctively far away from the turbid Qi He exhaled, and absorbed a lot of the vitality of the world outside.

In the Archaic period, Fang Yun absorbed the powerful vitality of heaven and earth, even solid. However, the vitality of heaven and earth here is more rich than that of the archaic Kunlun, but it takes on a strange form, neither solid nor liquid, like a higher level.

After counting the interest, Fang Yun suddenly realized.

The space here is composed of strange vitality of heaven and earth!

In other words, the vitality of heaven and earth is no longer an ordinary form here, but constitutes a similar existence of space.

The most basic thing here is the vitality of heaven and earth.

"Why have I never heard of such a place?"

Fang Yun was full of questions and tried his best to urge the holy thoughts to search in the strange book world. There was no record of such a place.

"Is this the origin of the startled corpse?"

Fang Yun looked around and was shrouded in gray fog in all directions and over the sky. However, Fang Yun knew that it was not fog, but the special structure of the space here. He was not strong enough to understand the holy way of this strange world, so he could only see so far.

Fang Yun looked down at the ground, stunned, and then stepped on the ground desperately, even using holy power.

The power of the great holy body plus Wenqu holy power has no impact on the ground, no dust, sand splashing, shaking and collapse, just like a mosquito, no matter how crazy it is, it can't affect the wall of Liangjie mountain.

"This... Am I in a treasure or an ancient treasure?"

Fang Yun guessed that this natural land could not exist in the world.

However, Fang Yun has another feeling that the ground here is a real ancestral material, which has not been sacrificed and refined.

This earth can no longer be described as metal or land. It is basically a part of the holy ancestor treasure mixed with various ancestral materials. Otherwise, it could not be so hard and powerful.

Fang Yun's heart flashed a trace of greed, but then he couldn't help shaking his head. He really didn't have the strength to dig things here.

Before entering the ancient world of Kunlun, Fang Yun had been collecting the Dragon chopping platform. He originally had Zhenlong seat and a piece of dragon chopping knife fragments. He got the prisoner dragon rope from the Kong family and the second piece in the dragon city. Now he still lacks two pieces of dragon chopping knife fragments.

Dragon chopping Sabre is my current power to press the bottom of the box. Its destructive power is hundreds of millions of times higher than that of the real dragon holy sword, but even so, it can't dig away the ancestral materials here.

At least we have to make a complete dragon cutting knife before we can cause damage here.

But the problem is that digging ancestral materials in this mysterious and powerful place is the stupidest behavior.

Fang Yun was careful not to do anything dangerous except to absorb a lot of the vitality of heaven and earth here, for fear of disturbing the possible great existence.

Fang Yun recovered and walked slowly. He didn't feel any dangerous breath. He was relieved, his eyes moved and the literary world opened.

The literary world began to absorb the vitality of the outside world!

A strange scene appeared. The vitality of heaven and earth here was completely different from the power of the literary world. After entering the literary world, it condensed into a cloud.

It looks like a cloud, but in fact, it is a space of its own!

It can even be said that it has excluded the original space of the literary world and created a new space in the literary world, the new literary world!

Fang Yun quickly stopped absorption and studied it carefully.

In the literary world, the holy thoughts are vertical and horizontal, the holy ways fly disorderly, and all kinds of treasures and holy books of the human race gush out, which can be analyzed by all kinds of methods.

No results at all.