Saint of the Confucian way

Fang Yun thought about cutting the fragments of the dragon knife, put away the Taichu stone house and looked around.

He saw that the wolf tusk was covered with silver hair, and tens of thousands of saints of all nationalities were hung on the silver hair.

Like the decorations on the wolf tusk.

They looked up at Fang Yun with sad eyes.

They really dare not look with anger or resentment, and no one dare to hang it on the holy ancestor.

Fang Yun smiled and said, "that's right. When you get to the ancestral corpse wasteland, you will behave well and have a way to live. If you toast and don't eat and punish wine, don't blame me. Most of you know the result of the dead saints and ancestors in the eternal battlefield."

"Dear... Founder Fang Yun, our kuzhu ethnic group has not been an enemy of you, nor has it encircled you. Our ethnic group has even fallen for a long time and will not be an enemy of you. Why bother us?"

The speaker is a giant insect shaped like a mantis. All parts of the body are divided into sections like bamboo. The body is 50000 feet long, but it is reduced to 100 feet high by wolf hair.

Fang Yun smiled and said, "your ethnic group doesn't have a holy ancestor now, but it did in those years."

"Well... Don't you bully us? You don't seem to be such a person." the bitter bamboo Saint helplessly flattered.

"No, I'm bullying you. You once had a saint. I won't catch those ethnic groups without a saint."

"Then why..."

"You'll know then."

Fang Yun looked at the saints of all ethnic groups covered with wolves and showed a kind smile.

"At that time, everyone will work together, and then you will be free."

The saints looked at each other and looked puzzled. They didn't know what Fang Yun was going to do. However, everyone was uneasy.

Fang Yun dared to scold the avatars of saints and ancestors in the royal family mountain, declared war on ten families, and even went to the eternal battlefield to kill the avatars of saints and ancestors. He could do anything.

However, Fang Yun doesn't seem to want to kill all.

The saints hung helplessly on the wolf Liao, thinking and discussing secretly.

"You say, what shall we do? Shall we kill the fish and break the net?"

"I believe the fish is dead. As for the broken net, do you believe it yourself?"

"However, the great Kunlun ethnic group can't lose face in front of an outsider."

"Don't be afraid. After all, the incarnation of the holy ancestor has already lost face in front of Fang Yun. Now we are imprisoned by the wolf Liao holy ancestor. Even if we lose face, we can't lose it."

"Yes. My eyes almost burst when I saw the wolf Liao holy ancestor! What kind of evil thing is Fang Yun? Is he the owner of the evil thing? Walking on the holy ancestor's body in the core of the ancient world, the holy ancestor can't do such a thing."

"So I didn't ask a word just now, and I didn't dare to ask! What he said is what. Even if we were skinned and worshipped our ancestors, we can only watch."

"However, why does Fang Yun only catch the Kunlun ethnic group and not the external saints?"

"Who knows, Fang Yun is really unpredictable. It's estimated that he knows he can't leave the ancient Kunlun world, so he just gives up on himself."

"No, you carefully observe the space around Fang Yun. Before, he had his own boundary. We can see a layer of light black space around him, but now, you can't see anything. You must know what this means."

"Forget it, don't think about it. The more you think about it, the more frightening it is. However, he won't really peel our skin and use it to worship our ancestors?"

"Your words are more frightening."

"According to our ideas, he should do so, but if he can go to today and dare to scold the incarnation of the holy ancestor and go to the desolate mountain of the ancestral corpse, he must not just pick up our pibaizu. With his temper, he may kowtow to the holy ancestor? I don't believe it."

"I didn't believe him when I saw him stepping on the wolf's head."

"Alas..."

Fang Yun didn't seem to hear the voices of the saints at all. He stood at the wolf's head and looked into the distance.

In front, the strange black-green mountains are connected, undulating and interlaced, and stacked one after another.

The nearby peak is relatively low, but the lowest is more than 100000 feet high. The farther away, the higher the black-green peak. The highest peak is straight into the sky. I don't know how many billion miles.

That is the largest mountain range in the core of the ancient world, the ancestral corpse barren mountain.

Unlike other holy tombs, the scared corpses in the ancestral corpse wasteland are completely composed of Kunlun ethnic groups, so even if there is a big corpse disturbance, they rarely disturb the ancient Kunlun world, let alone attack the Royal mountain.

The startled corpses of the ancestral corpse barren mountain, like a whole, fight against the suppression of the ancient core.

Fang Yun looked far away and could even see some startled corpses gathered together, just like normal people's villages, chatting about something.

A startling corpse full of life.

The idyllic scenery of the cemetery full of dark death style.

Fang Yun just glanced at the startled corpses and looked at the mountains ahead.

In front of some high mountains, some Kunlun ethnic groups are paying homage to their ancestors.

Even see the God Yun of the giant Protoss.

All the ancestor worship processes are very similar to those seen before Fang Yun.

The holy body of wolf Liao rises slowly, and Fang Yun also rises to a higher level.

Seeing Fang Yun so, the saints hanging on wolf Liao were scared crazy.

"Fang Sheng, no, Fang Zu, you always accept the magic power!"

"What are you doing? It's not enough to step on the head of the wolf Liao holy ancestor. Do you still want to step on the head of all the frightened corpse ancestors?"

"You have something to say. If you want to die, don't join us!"

"Can you spare your life!"

"Fang Zu, please..."

The Kunlun saints almost cried and gave them great courage to look down on the tombs of their ancestors.

The point is, these ancestors are still alive!

"Roar..."

An angry voice came from the mountains.

Suddenly, a mountain with a height of one million feet broke, and a silver claw crossed the sky, like a dark cloud with wind and thunder.

"It's over..." all the holy incarnations of Kunlun are waiting to die.

"Kunlun ancestors, this is your way to treat guests?" Fang Yun smiled calmly, the wolf Liao avatar roared, raised his right forefoot and patted it hard.

Boom

The giant hand retreated, and the ancestor of the wolf tusk retreated step by step, flying backwards for hundreds of miles before stopping.

Fang Yun and wolf Liao were safe, but the Kunlun saints hanging on wolf Liao either had crooked mouth and eyes, or fainted, or were blown to pieces by the aftereffects of the holy ancestor, or prayed loudly.

Fang yunlang said, "if you do it again, you will be a queen!"

The silver claw attacked again, but a dead bone flew out of a higher mountain to block the silver claw.

Roar

In the desolate mountain of ancestral corpses, a dense number of startled corpses flew to the sky and looked angrily at Fang Yun who was approaching again.

The number of startled corpses is far more than one million!

Fang Yun couldn't help nodding. He is worthy of being a Kunlun ethnic group. The total number of saints over the years can't be compared with that of the Lord of the world.

Boom

A huge mountain burst, and the startled corpse who first shot got up.