Saint of the Confucian way

Lang Kun sighed: "I see. I'm afraid that the saints of the human race dare to abandon the human race's foundation and arrive here because they want to use this place to refine their courage. If their courage is enhanced, they will strengthen themselves and be able to oppose the Emperor... The great emperor. If the saints of the human race kill so many golden ancestors, they will be influenced by the will of all worlds, so as to shelter the human race. At this moment, I finally understand why the human race is great and the saints are so proud Why are Confucius and Fang Sheng immortal? Why are they called masters? "

The rest of the great saints were ashamed and couldn't be prompted by Wolf Kun. They didn't find the real purpose of the Terran. They just thought that the saints of the Terran could use this place to hone their courage.

Only then did they know that the fundamental reason for the rise of the Terran is that the saints of the Terran sacrifice themselves to reach the twilight fortress, which is the cornerstone of the Terran, and Fang Yun built a new great cause of the Terran on this cornerstone.

"Respectable Terran, terrible Terran..."

The saints finally understood why the human race was so weak, but finally stood out among the ten thousand races and promoted to the Lord of the world.

"Compared with the human race, our Kunlun ethnic group is simply a group of giant babies."

"I have practiced for thousands of years, but I want to shed tears for the saints of the human race."

"If I can return to the world, I will move my family, naturalize the Terran, and strive to become a member of the Terran. This is a real honor."

"Think about the sages of the Terran, and then compare with our sages. It's a group of beasts."

"This is the noble creature."

Emperor Mo sighed, "not only you, after years of understanding the intentions of the saints of the human race, we can't wait to slap ourselves in the face. Even though our emperor and dragon race are gifted and grow up in the best times, our wisdom and spirit are easily crushed by the saints of the human race. The human race is indeed respectable and terrible."

The saints looked at Fang Yun in the dark sky and the back of the saints of the Terran with thousands of feelings.

Suddenly, their spirits were shocked, because on the book mountain behind Fang Yun, the saints flew high, their clothes were floating, and they were very natural and unrestrained.

In front of each holy throne, there is at least one book, or a classic written by yourself, or other classics. There is no repetition.

Then, a strange scene appeared. The saints of the human race bowed their heads slightly and said, "I'd like to share this book with all literary friends."

Boom

Around each Terran holy throne, there is a pure white holy light rising into the sky, one holy white light column after another, with a diameter of more than two feet, which is not bulky, but the number is increasing.

Finally, nearly a hundred holy white pillars of light appeared around everyone.

Each holy white light column converges and condenses into a holy classic.

Each Terran holy throne is surrounded by nearly a hundred holy classics and rotates slowly.

Finally, a scene that shocked all the new saints and ancestors appeared.

Every holy classic becomes the original author of that book.

Behind Fang Yun, there are more than 8000 holy places!

The holy light is bright, everyone is like a dragon, like stars floating and sinking, covering the sky and pressing the world.

The mighty holy power and righteousness are like a tsunami, stirring in a chaotic vacuum.

Everyone who sees this scene has an illusion that it is not 8000 saints, but a peak saint!

Those new saints and ancestors were stunned when they saw this scene, and even the evil dragon and dragon eating tengzu in prison were shocked.

The claws of the evil dragon in the prison kept scratching in the void, and the rattan of the Dragon eater moved disorderly and gently.

Qingzu said in horror, "what kind of ethnic anomaly is this?"

As like as two peas of the book of letters, Fang Yun turned around and looked at the sacred people in the sky. Many of them were just alike, unable to distinguish true from false.

"Is this just a vision or a real person?" Qingzu asked again. He has lived through the ages, but he has never seen such a vision since the ancient times.

Fang Yun did not answer Qingzu's words, nodded slightly to the saints and said, "I'm willing to share the book mountain with all literary friends."

The saints of the Terran all over the sky nodded back and didn't give a big gift.

All the saints and ancestors, including the twilight fortress, waited curiously.

Nothing happened.

"How..." Qing Zu looked to Fang Yun.

Fang Yun smiled, but did not answer, and turned to face the battlefield.

"Today I come from the world. I don't cut the emperor and don't look back."

When Fang Yun finished, he was like an ordinary man, walking in the void with the emperor tree as a walking stick.

The ancestors were stunned and hurried to keep up.

Qingzu followed him and muttered to himself, "what is Fangzu's great universe like?" all the ancestors were shocked and lost in thought.

Fang Yun shared the book mountain with 8000 saints, but nothing happened. This is too strange. Something unexpected will happen later.

Fang Yun took one step and brought his ancestors into the battlefield.

The dragon, emperor and many Jinzu had been observing Fang Yun before. After Fang Yun cut into the battlefield, the battle suddenly stopped and the two sides separated.

"You are..."

The dragon clan and the emperor clan and the holy ancestor all vaguely guessed Fang Yun's identity, but they were not sure. After all, the legend is too old. Now there are only three emperors who experienced the legend.

As like as two peas, thousands of gold ancestors were built up like gold, with golden light and expressionless faces, but just staring at Fang Yun.

More than 3000 Jinzu stood together, and the zuwei were connected together. Although there was no ethnic group vision, it was like a wall of heaven and earth in front.

Their momentum was so strong that they suppressed the ethnic differences between the dragon and the emperor.

Fang Yun ignored the ancestors of the emperor family and the dragon family and glanced at more than 3000 Jinzu in front of him.

The strength of these Jinzu lies between the new emperor and the new emperor, and there is no peak emperor.

Fang Yun's eyes passed through them and looked into the battlefield where the battle was more intense.

"You are in my way."

The ancestors of the emperor family and the dragon family hurriedly stopped with the holy idea, because there was a tacit understanding between the two sides that the holy ancestor should not fight under the peak.

Fang Yun took a step forward. At the moment he raised his feet, a strange scene appeared.

Behind each Terran throne, there is a dense sea of stars. More than 8000 star seas overlap and merge into one immediately.

Ten thousand stars soared into the sky and condensed into a circular star field thousands of times denser than ordinary star systems over the battlefield.

Fang Yun taught all saints the moon, chapter and star sentences of the supreme text, and the star sea formed by the moon, chapter and star sentences of all saints merged into one.

When Fang Yun's right foot was lifted to the highest place, the sea of stars appeared.

Fang Yun didn't do it, but 8000 saints did.

Each holy throne uses its own holy Tao and war poetry.

Behind Fang Yun, the power of all living beings surged and combined with 8000 saints.

Eight thousand saints stretched out together and pointed to the three thousand golden ancestors ahead.

In front of each holy throne, their own holy war poems emerged. Then, a scene that shocked the world appeared. After each holy war poem, countless identical holy war poems poured out, which were integrated into one, as if pulling out a terrible monster.

There are more than 8000 holy Dao war poems in different forms and colors. There are arrows to kill the sky, knives to destroy the world, kings who swallow the world, and flames that burn all ages. They are like sacred mountains, better like sky domes. They carry the breath of destroying the world, cross the vacuum, and instantly reach the three thousand golden ancestors.

The more than 3000 Jinzu had no time to respond, so they were submerged by the flood of 8000 Shengdao war poems.

Shenhua is rampant and strange lights flash.

Peak blow, vacuum shock.

The three thousand golden ancestors had no time to scream, and were melted by the strongest holy Tao and war poetry in the ages.

Fang Yun's right foot fell, took a complete step, crossed the vacuum and reached the depths of the battlefield.