A ray of platinum light soared up into the sky. The shaking space outside WWw, QuanBen-XiaoShuo, cOm suddenly stopped, and the woman seemed to be a huge force shocking everything in all directions.
In the distance, two fierce battlefields, the battle also stopped.
The black hole was filled quickly and the space gradually stabilized, slowly exposing the two in the battlefield.
In the Peacock Ling Avenue, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of Kong Xuan's mouth, and his face turned pale, but his fierce face remained unchanged. Even if his whole body was severely injured, he still stared at Confucius, and then slowly looked towards the sky above the Chongtian Temple.
In Hongru Avenue, Confucius' clothes were damaged in some places again, but from the haughty manner, the injury suffered by Confucius was still very small.
The saints and the ancestors are still superior to the saints, even if Kong Xuan is so strong, he still loses to the saints.
Confucius looked at the platinum avenue in the distance, clenching his fists slightly.
Quasi mention is reborn
How could Confucius unexpectedly make Zhunti stand up? You know, in my own calculations, the 18-arm and three-eyed golden body pose that Zhun mentioned has been completely ruined! How to turn over if my fate is broken? Because of this, Confucius allowed the Bodhi ancestor to merge with the golden body method. No one can fill the gap, even a saint.
But right now
Confucius calculated slightly and knew what was going on right away!
Is it the man named Zhong Shan
With an anger in his heart, Confucius looked at Zhong Shan.
"Humph!"
A cold snort.
A huge breath is approaching Zhong Shan.
"Stop it!" Hao Meili suddenly exclaimed.
With a stroke of the probing hand, a page of paper appeared in the void, and that page of paper suddenly stood in front of Zhong Shan. It was the paper of the book of life and death.
"Bang～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～！"
An air current blew across both sides of Zhong Shan, and Hao Meili also retreated more than a dozen steps, and was finally blocked by Zhong Shan. A trace of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes looked at Confucius with hatred in the distance.
"Kong Qiu, curse a junior, you really look down!"
Suddenly a soft voice came from the void. The voice was not high, but it spread strangely to everyone's ears in all directions.
It was the ancestor of Bodhi who was talking, no, it is not the ancestor of Bodhi at this moment.
In the platinum avenue, the face is still the ancestor of Bodhi, but the clothes on his body have changed from white to platinum, with a faint metallic luster, and his eyes have become a lot sharper, staring at Confucius in the distance, stepping away. Go out and stand in front of the Chongtian Temple.
"Chun mention the old man, you really live!" Kong Xuan's face suddenly showed a trace of joy.
"Quick mention!" Confucius said solemnly.
In the platinum avenue, the reborn Zhun Ti nodded to Kong Xuan, and then looked at Confucius again.
Sun Shen's face was slightly excited. Master, has your master become a former saint? Can you mention saints? Although the holy position is no longer there, Sun Shen still knows how powerful the old saints are.
Zhong Shan saw clearly just now, and he could still see his face clearly, just like Taishang, with a clear face. Except for the rebirth 30.
Zhunti moved his fingers slightly while looking at Confucius. After some calculations, Zhun Ti exhaled slightly.
"The changes in the world are really big!" Zhun Ti exclaimed slightly.
"Zhun mentioned, do you want to stop me?" Confucius said solemnly.
"Retreat now, I can assume that I haven't seen anything!" Zhun said lightly.
Confucius struggled for a while, and he should have said this.
"Previous saint? Show yourself before others, aren't you afraid of being held accountable for the number of days?" Confucius said solemnly.
Zhun Ti smiled slightly and said, "I know the number of days better than you!"
Zhunzi said in a big tone, but he had the qualifications. Confucius is a saint, the closest type of person to the number of days. Regarding the understanding of the number of days, Confucius is obviously not as good as Zhunzi. At least Confucius has not the courage to change the number of days!
"call!"
Zhunti stepped out and appeared beside Kong Xuan, looking at Kong Qiu, and then at Kong Xuan.
"You regressed!" Zhunti said lightly.
Zhunti said to Kong Xuan. After Zhunti finished speaking, the countless guests in the sky hall were silent for a while, Kong Xuan regressed? real or fake? Kong Xuan was so sturdy just now, he actually regressed? What was it like before then
"I haven't retrieved some things. Naturally, they don't have the power to fight with you back then!" Kong Xuan said directly.
Zhunti nodded, then looked at Confucius and said, "Go back. You know the situation. Confucianism and Taoism are not your original creation. You have also slowly understood Confucianism and Taoism by imitating Zhou Li. I also understand Confucianism. I am here. You I can’t ask for a woman. Even if Kong Xuan and I can’t keep you, you have to pay a heavy price. You must know that there are too many ancestors staring at your holy throne. Once you fight with us, you will pay. The price of this will be unbearable for you."
On the side, Kong Xuan frowned, but he asked to speak, Kong Xuan did not continue. There must be a plan to mention oneself here.
Confucius looked at the two of them, and said lightly: "Do you know who you are talking to? I have been given the holy throne, you are still qualified to command me?"
Zhunti stared at Confucius, his eyes slightly cold and said: "Come out, your breath is too familiar, how can you hide it from me?"
After Zhun mentioned, the brows of many guests in the sky hall frowned slightly. What does Zhun mention mean? Who else is hiding around? Did Kong Xuan hide it
"suddenly!"
A white light flashed in the sky, and another terrifying aura pressed down. That breath was full of domineering. It makes people's heart tremble.
Another person in white clothes suddenly appeared on the edge of Hongru Avenue.
"Is it a saint?" Hao Meili still lay in Zhong Shan's arms and cried.
In the sky, the man's face was blurred, and an aura no weaker than Confucius radiated from him. It is the saint who broke into the heaven not long ago!
Two saints
The Holy Capital of Xianyang has really become a gathering place for big shots. Actually two saints came here at once? And they all seem to be enemies.
"Now, who has retreated?" Confucius said solemnly.
Zhun Ti looked at Mi Tian a little solemnly, then shook his head and said: "Mi Tian, it seems that Hongjun is right. You have completely reduced to a running dog."
The saint was not angry either, but he looked up and down and said, "Knowingly knowing that it cannot be violated, but rushing up to death like moths to the fire, I think there is a problem with the seven of you. It is still unsatisfactory to have the supreme karma of heaven and earth? How many days a running dog? You are worthy too? Look at yourself, then look at me. Ignorance!"
Above the Tiandian square.
The guests' minds have long been attracted by the big figures in the distance, because the game of these big figures can determine their own death. But now there are two saints, what should I do
Zhong Shan also looked at it solemnly, and occasionally glanced at Ying, and found that Ying's expression remained unchanged, still staring at Confucius as before, and even ignoring the sudden arrival of the saint.
What exactly is Ying waiting for
PS: This chapter is a little bit less, the head of the game is a little dizzy, so I immediately sleep for a while, and the next move will make up for this more insufficiency. Excuse me! By the way, thanks to the friends who have rewarded these days, thank you!
(To be continued)