Saint of the Confucian way

After integration, Fang Yun has a new understanding of the Kunlun Paleozoic, and his previous guesses and feelings have been confirmed.

Even about the relics of the emperor's dragon, Fang Yun inferred that it was 7788.

However, there was no news of the most important imperial treasure.

The significance and value of Imperial treasures are far greater than those of imperial dragons. They can make multiple ethnic groups rise, and the death of their ancestors will not be said.

"It's almost here."

Fang Yun calmed down and began to practice.

Although most of the dark power of other holy ancestors was absorbed by Fang Yun, it was still affected and did not dare to practice as recklessly as Fang Yun.

Fang Yun didn't cultivate the power of darkness, because this power either doesn't contact, but if you want to contact, you need to understand deeply, but once you understand deeply, you will fall into darkness and affect your own holy way, which is too extreme.

Fang Yun continued to cultivate the Terran holy way, let the literary world absorb the power of the sea of Terran holy way as soon as possible, and prepare for the real ancestor.

Kunlun ancient world, zuqiu.

Every 30000 years, there will be Kunlun holy ancestors discussing the Tao here. Now, hundreds of thousands of startled corpses fly like dense silver locusts to attack the Kunlun ethnic group guarding the ancestral hill.

But three days later, zuqiu fell.

Numerous ancestral corpses occupy the ancestral hill and feel the power.

Guyuan, ten thousand bone tower.

Suddenly, endless black light enveloped a million miles.

"Presumptuous!"

In the ten thousand bones pagoda, Bai Zu's body was angry and scolded.

He found that a large number of his people disappeared silently, like pieces of wheat cut off.

The ten thousand bones pagoda bloomed in all directions like petals, and a white bone fierce beast made up of a large number of holy ancestor bones flew slowly.

At the moment, Bai Zu is like a huge skeleton rhinoceros 300, 000 feet long. Even under the cover of the dark night sky, he exudes the great spirit of tearing the sky and suppressing all sides.

On the surface of Bai Zu's body, there are numerous bone runes. On each rune, there are star disillusionment, the growth and decline of all sentient beings, and the strong zuwei directly tears the space, and even creates dense empty ripples, sweeping millions of miles.

The breath of death and absolute cold overflows the world.

At this moment, all creatures in a million miles of space are dying out, forming a steady stream of strange forces and sending them to Bai Zu's body.

Ancestral power, life and death are constant.

As long as the enemy lives, Baizu will not die!

Suddenly, pale shadows appeared in front, swaying like a set of dough, and rapidly deforming into a skeleton rhinoceros.

"Ridiculous!"

Bai Zu suddenly roared softly.

Hundreds of millions of stars flock to those white shadows. In an instant, the stars form a white bone giant.

The figure of the white bone giant has exceeded the knowledge of the saints, because when he stretched out his right hand, the earth of a million miles around was on his right palm.

The white bone giant slowly lowered his head, looked at the pale shadow on his right palm and shook it hard.

At the same time, the same white bone giant hands emerge from the void. Each giant hand holds the previous giant hand and forms a hundred attack power.

Holy ancestor war skill bone God complete form.

The void collapses, a touch of seemingly meaningless chaos, and the vacuum flashes away.

Bai Zu in the distance smiled calmly. Even if the holy ancestor was shocked by this blow, he would be hurt.

The next moment, Bai Zu's look changed dramatically.

Those white giant shadows passed through the place where the war skills of the holy ancestor broke out and reached the white ancestor without hindrance.

"You are..."

The core of the ancient world, the top of the valley, the evil sun hall, and the star maze.

On the second level of the Xinghe ladder, all the avatars of the holy ancestor, including Fang Yun, suddenly stared and looked in one direction.

In their sight, the two incarnations of youbaizu suddenly turned into endless dust. Each dust turned into smaller particles and kept getting smaller until nothingness.

Wisps of white holy path suddenly froze in the air, and then cracked and splashed like broken ice.

The holy way disintegrates.

That is the way that belongs entirely to the holy ancestor himself.

"Bai zusheng has fallen?"

The ancestors turned pale with surprise.

How many years has it been since the fall of the holy ancestor in the ancient world of Kunlun?

Why did one of the two ancestors of the eighth royal family fall?

What happened outside?

Is it a corpse shock or internal strife among the Kunlun royal family?

The incarnations of the ancestors were so shocked that they hurried to communicate with God.

"Our noumenon will not be in danger?"

"What force can make the holy ancestor fall and the other ancestors can't save it?"

Ancestors incarnate like headless flies.

No one knows the result.

"What are we going to do?"

"I don't believe it's the internal strife of the royal family. It must be a powerful foreign enemy in the ancient Kunlun world."

"We can't die. We're going to return to the Royal mountain with Kunlun's most precious treasure and more treasures!"

"The future of Kunlun ancient world is on our shoulders!"

"Since Fang Yun doesn't hand over the Kunlun treasure, he'll die!"

"But who can beat Fang Yun in the Xinghe funeral?" the avatar of the nine eyed Saint asked a very disappointing question.

The ancestors incarnate silence.

Even his life was bought from Fang Yun by selling secret treasures. Now what can he do better than Fang Yun.

"We still have a chance. We'll die together in the big deal!"

"Then die together!"

Fang Yun looked at the distance and kept guessing in his heart.

The fall of the holy ancestor is no small thing.

The appearance or fall of any holy ancestor will have an impact on the whole outside world.

The incarnations of the ancestors were obviously flustered. They didn't know how to do it. They could only take Fang Yun as the target.

Making an enemy is one of the most effective solutions to blind fear.

But the consequences are unpredictable.

"It seems that I can't procrastinate."

Fang Yun thought in his heart and stood up. He seemed to hesitate. He made up his mind for a long time and crossed his right hand in mid air.

The ancestral incarnation is like a fried cat, staring at Fang Yun.

Didn't you say three months? How can Fang Yun change the time at will? Obviously lying before!

The great power reappeared, pushing the ancestors' incarnation and Fang Yun to the third step.

The road to the first Star River ladder is full of void cracks,

The road to the second floor is overweight Xingyu.

On the way to the third floor, there are endless micro mixed holes.

Seeing the small black holes in front of us, the ancestors turned scalp numb.

Hundong is a power that can only be mastered by the saints and ancestors who are proficient in the void.

Although these micro mixed holes are far less powerful than real mixed holes, the level of power has not been reduced.

"Fang Yun! You must die!"

An avatar of the three great gods roared angrily. Who could have thought that this was the third step. When you met the micro mixed cave, what would be in front of the Xinghe step at the highest level? Wanjie outbreak?

"If you have time to scold me, you might as well think about how to avoid the mixed hole space and enter the third layer of the Star River ladder. In addition, you are a little more likely to die than me."

Fang Yun not only had no fear, but also looked at many micro mixed holes with interest while avoiding easily.