Wuxia: Will the night master, the third Confucian saint is exposed

Chapter 14 The land immortals are also difficult to get close to an inch, the strongest fate method in the world

“What a big hand! This turned out to be… The Dao of Heaven did its best to protect Xuanyuan Jingcheng alone! ”

Seeing the endless golden light like a waterfall descending, the stream of light filled the surroundings of Xuanyuan Jingcheng.

Render Xuanyuan Jingcheng like a golden statue.

Shine brightly.

In Tai’an City, Zhao Chun sighed softly for this scene.

After all, he is a person who has been canonized.

Even if Xuanyuan Jingcheng temporarily did not enter the Confucian Saint Dao for the sake of obsession in his heart, he also had the help of the Heavenly Dao!

^……

On the big snow pad.

In front of him, Xuanyuan Dapan fell, and his hand seemed to roll up wind and thunder, and smashed into Xuanyuan Jingcheng!

In the end, it did not enter the golden light, but only rippled a little, and there was no follow-up.

The entire arm seemed to be swallowed by the golden waterfall turned into by Wendao, and disappeared.

Just as Xuanyuan Dapan was puzzled. 、

A mighty righteous qi suddenly erupted!

The majestic momentum is like the Vajra Buddha who is not angry and self-threatening!

I saw that behind Xuanyuan Jingcheng, in a trance, several blurred figures seemed to appear.

Although they can’t see their faces, they can smell the smell of book ink coming out of everyone’s bodies.

Do not sigh ten years of cold window bitterness, only praise the hall ink fragrance.

It was actually the Heavenly Confucian Saint Shadow!

In the land of Western Liang, Li Yishan, who was canonized as a Confucian saint, saw this scene, and also smiled slightly.

Since Xu Xiaoma set foot on the South Mountain to calm the Spring and Autumn Festival, his blood in his heart has cooled.

Now this dusty blood was actually lit up again by Xuanyuan Jingcheng, and laughed loudly.

“Xuanyuan Jingcheng, he is an out-and-out reader!”

“That’s it, I’ll help you today!”

Before the words fell, a Confucian aura was already quietly permeating.

Behind Xuanyuan Jingcheng, condensed into the last phantom.

Squinting slightly, Xuanyuan Jingcheng smiled indifferently.

“Thank you seniors for your help.”

The Confucian Saints of the Heavens stood majestically, and countless deep voices gradually sounded, as if chanting ancient poems, and a touch of ancient wind blew around them.

Bloom with golden light!

I saw a white lotus slowly emerging at the foot of Xuanyuan Jingcheng.

Haoran righteous qi also suddenly surged at this moment, as if the overwhelming anger poured out on Xuanyuan Dapan in an instant!

The wind and snow stopped for a moment.

“How come!”

With a terrifying roar, where everyone could see, they saw layers of light and shadow obscuring their vision, and everything in the world was immersed in boundless golden light.

It took a long time to dissipate.

The golden light dissipated, and the heavenly Confucian saints behind Xuanyuan Jingcheng gradually blurred at this time, turning into a little halo and disappearing.

Only Xuanyuan Jingcheng was still holding a scroll in his hand and standing in place.

The thin figure looks a little weak in the vast snow, but it is as straight as a peak.

A smile on his face.

In front of him, blood stains followed the distance mottled and finally spilled on a severed hand.

That was Xuanyuan Dapan’s right hand that was originally trapped in the golden light!

But looking around, Xuanyuan Dapan’s figure had disappeared.

Xuanyuan Dapan is really a generation of heroes, and he actually took advantage of the moment when the golden light blocked his sight, did not hesitate to cut off his right hand, took the opportunity to escape, and fled back to the bull gang.

A faint disappointment appeared on Xuanyuan Jingcheng’s face, and then quickly faded.

And the gold list above the nine heavens suddenly made waves again at this time.

The words originally engraved on the gold list changed rapidly, flowing out one after another afterimages.

Finally, a paragraph was formed.

[The ninth in the gold list, Xuanyuan Jingcheng].

[Gold List Reward: The strongest method in the world. 】

[Protect the safety of Xuanyuan Jing City with the law of life, before he enters the Confucian Saint, even if the land immortals, he must not hurt Xuanyuan Jing City in the slightest. ] 】

The ancient text glowing with golden light was slowly written on the unfolding gold list.

Immediately, the golden lotus that originally floated around the golden list was slowly falling towards Xuanyuan Jingcheng at this time.

Finally floated behind him.

A magnificent and unparalleled righteous qi also pervaded, like a god in the world.

……

At the same time, the criticism on the gold list caused countless heroes in Kyushu to tremble.

Great Qin, Great Zhou, Great Departure….

Countless emperors looked at the golden list in the clouds in the distance, and some solemn thoughts appeared in their eyebrows.

The strongest method in the world undoubtedly made Xuanyuan Jingcheng jump up and become the number one powerhouse in Kyushu at this time.

Before stepping into the Confucian Saint, even the land immortals were indisputably powerful, enough to make everyone in the world feel embarrassed.

The First Emperor even turned around and admonished Li Si.

“No matter what happens after that, try not to provoke Xuanyuan Jingcheng.”

“If you can.”

The First Emperor’s eyes turned slightly, revealing a sly smile.

“It’s even better to be able to draw this great god into my Great Qin.”

For the words of the First Emperor, although Li Si was a little unwilling, he did not have the ability to refute it.

As a Confucian, the exclusion of others is almost innate.

But at this time, Xuanyuan Jingcheng was no longer a figure at the same level as him.

Even if Li Si wanted to be excluded, in the eyes of Xuanyuan Jingcheng, it was just a trick for a child to live a family.

Strength is respected, the strong survive. The world is so cruel.

Most of the other emperors also made the same choice as the first emperor.

Zhao Chun of the Great Departure Dynasty couldn’t help but smile.

After all, Xuanyuan Jingcheng was originally the one he left the Great Departure, and in this regard, he Zhao Chun had an innate advantage.

But unlike the bustle of the various royal courts, the snow at this time was extremely quiet on the snowy ping.

Only Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who was in the white expanse, stood in place, lowering his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

In his hand he held a scroll that I don’t know how many times it had been turned.

The side pages of the test paper have long been turned and broken, showing the dullness of the years.

Suddenly, a crisp voice came from behind him.

“Father… Father…”

Xuanyuan Jingcheng’s body suddenly froze, and he slowly turned his head.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng lowered his head in the distance, his slender jade fingers intertwined.

A row of delicate and shy girls.

The corners of Xuanyuan Jingcheng’s mouth unconsciously floated slightly.

This was the first time that Xuanyuan Qingfeng had called him his father.

A call made this scholar, who seemed to be a little weak, wait for more than ten years.

Behind Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood his wife, the lady known as Broken Shoes.

The bride, who had already aged and delicate, looked at Xuanyuan Jingcheng surrounded by golden light.

Suddenly, a smile that no one had seen before appeared, and two water marks were drawn at the corners of his eyes for no reason.

Said.

“Life should be suffering, and good people should be good.”

“Jingcheng, after all these years of fooling around, I don’t gamble with you.”

Saying that, he shredded the painting that had been hanging in the room for decades and threw it casually.

The wind and snow are over, and spring is coming.

, The breeze blew by, witnessing the three people slowly walking down the snowy ping, and the original traces were buried layer by layer by white.

……

In the midst of peace and tranquility, the golden list hanging high in the sky suddenly resounded with a roar, muffled thunder.

It was as if the mountain rain was coming, and there was a strong smell of blood.

Countless golden lights and shadows flew chaotically on the gold list, and a line of words gradually emerged.

[The eighth on the Kyushu Confucian Saint List, Confucian Saint Chen no Leopard].

[Subordinate forces: Western Liang! ] 】