Vol 2 Chapter 236: Guo Shi Wushuang

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In the blue sky, the clouds suddenly collapsed and disappeared, leaving only a blue sky.
The power that soared into the sky, the existence that had not yet appeared, seemed to be unable to rub any sand in his eyes.
Between the heaven and the earth, a pair of eyes opened, full of insightful wisdom and unshakable indifference.
Between the mountains and the sea, a phantom as high as hundreds of feet appeared, wearing a Confucian gown, wearing a Confucian crown, his face blurred, and his long beard fluttering.
I don't know if it is an illusion, the scorching sun in the sky seems to have dimmed a bit.
This phantom shadow has a blue sky on its head and its feet on the ocean. . .
As soon as this phantom came out, within a hundred miles of Jingshan, fresh air lingered, and the sound of reading aloud came from the void.
Compared with the freshness of the Confucian Academy that has accumulated for a thousand years, it is like the light of fireflies.
Rusheng!
The founder of the Confucian system, a great man who transcends grades.
Since the death of Confucian sage, more than one thousand two hundred years, for the first time someone summoned the heroic soul of Confucian sage.
At this moment, the sculpture of the wizard trembled violently, and the entire altar and the entire valley were shaking, like an earthquake.
At this moment, within a hundred miles of Jingshan City, all the creatures were crawling on the ground, trembling.
Ilbu and Uda Pagodas shuddered, their spine was bent, and stubbornly refused to crawl. This was the last decent aspect of the third-rank wizard.
The great wizard Sharon Agu, looking up at the huge phantom standing on top of the earth, his lips trembled slightly.
He murmured: "Sage Confucian..."
Since the birth of the human civilization, the changes in the etiquette system and the system have become messy. But if the long river of "history" is extended, looking at it from a macro perspective, the changes in human civilization can be simply classified into two stages:
Before and after Confucianism.
Before the birth of Confucianism, the system was volatile and unstable, and it was in a relatively chaotic stage.
After the birth of Confucianism, the human civilization had the cornerstone and the foundation of ever-changing invariability.
In the tens of thousands of years after the conclusion of the Age of Gods and Demons, if you talk about luck, whether it is the emperor of the ancients or the emperors of the next generations, it is not as good as the sage of Confucianism.
As the founder of human civilization, Confucian sages are more like coming into being.
Wei Yuan's eyes were replaced by a clear light, highlighting the indifference of the gods. His body was cracked with fine cracks, and the Confucian crown and the carving knife glowed with clear light. He repaired his body over and over again, splitting again over and over again, repeating the cycle again and again. .
At this moment, he shoulders not only the power beyond the ranks, but also the majestic luck since the birth of the human race.
After the death of Confucian sage, no one can summon his heroic soul, it is not without reason.
Wei Yuan raised his head, staring at Emperor Joan in the air, and said calmly: "Why don't you take out the sword!"
Emperor Joan looked at him indifferently.
Cut down with a sword.
Jian Guanghuang, time and space seem to be frozen at this moment, there has never been such a strong sword aura in the world, because in history, there has been no swordsman beyond the rank.
"what......."
Screams rang out in the battlefield, and several masters who had the courage to take a look at the scene experienced creepy changes in their bodies.
Some bodies suddenly shot out sword energy, and then they fell apart.
Some bodies were stained with iron gray and turned into sculptures.
Some caught fire abruptly and quickly turned into ashes, leaving two black and greasy footprints on the ground.
Some turned into yellow sand and scattered; some flesh became lignified, the skin appeared wood texture, and green leaves grew in the pores.
The masters such as Zhang Kaitai suddenly closed their eyes and lowered their heads, not daring to look at this sword light.
Fear exploded in their hearts.
When it comes to the most peak battle in the Kyushu world, it can really easily turn a region into wasteland.
The light of the sword of Huang Huang had reached his eyes in a flash.
Wei Yuan lifted his foot and stomped forward with a momentum like Hong Zhong Dalu: "Before Confucian sage, who dares to be presumptuous!"
That Baizhang phantom was too foot synchronously, and lightly stepped forward.
With this foot on, Wang Yangzhong suddenly set off a tsunami hundreds of meters high, Jingshan completely collapsed, landslides, tsunami...
The power of the sage of Confucianism razed mountains and rivers to the ground and turned the earth into a country.
The five-color sword light collapsed suddenly and turned into the pure force of the five elements, rendering the sky colorful and magnificent.
The four super masters of Salun Agu, Joan of Arc, Ilbu, and Uda Pagoda were hit by a breath of fresh air that almost swept across the world, like a leaf in the wind, and their bodies quickly shattered.
The four top powerhouses stood up and repaired their injuries, their breath has fallen to the bottom, and their ambitions have been sluggish.
The sword of the four people has reached the strength beyond the rank, and it is unexpected that under the foot of the Confucian sage, it will be wiped out.
The collapsed Five Elements Sword Qi directly changed the law of elements in this heaven and earth. Towering trees grew out of the sea, gurgling streams flowed from the rocks, and flames burned on the sea surface...
It's not that this sword is not powerful enough.
Confucianism is too strong.
Joan of Arc's breath was unstable, and the black light entwined around his body turned into a black flame, backlashing himself.
He cultivated the human way, and he would also be burned by the fire of karma. In the past few decades, relying on the identity and status of the monarch, he firmly suppressed the fire of karma.
Just now he was hit by the Qing Qi, his breath weakened, and the karma fire immediately backlashed.
He took a deep breath, vomiting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the body of the sun god, known as the immortal sun god, emitted golden light and extinguished the fire of karma.
...........
Wei Yuan's face paled for a few minutes, no longer caring about the four defeated generals, turned around, and walked towards the altar in the valley.
The power of Confucian sage destroys his body all the time, despite the carving knife, the Confucian crown, and the blessing of Zhao Shou. But for Wei Yuan to come, it is still unbearable.
Summoning existence beyond the ranks requires a price.
There is no mysterious and mysterious magic backlash, but some are just the simple truth of "overloading".
With Wei Yuan's turning around, the phantom of Confucian Sage turned to the valley simultaneously and moved his body.
No one dares to stand in the way of Confucian sages, no one is good.
Sarun Agu looked at the attacking Tsing Yi, and was not angry because the general situation was gone. He was still calm and gentle, and said slowly:
"Wei Yuan, you are so talented. Even if the witch unlocks the seal, you can still be good at it, why bother?"
Back then, the Confucian sage sealed the witch god, which had a huge secret. Throughout Kyushu, we know the number of secrets among them.
How to subdue the country and exterminate the species? Wei Yuan turned a deaf ear to it, and moved firmly and slowly towards the valley.
He also has an enemy.
Wei Yuan moved forward in the void, and when he approached the valley, he was blocked by a barrier.
This barrier was intangible and quality, invisible, but tangible, it blocked Wei Yuan from the valley.
In the valley, there is another piece of heaven and earth, which refused to enter Wei Yuan.
Only the super product can block the super product.
The witch can already influence reality and seep out power.
The only thing that can block air luck is air luck.
Wei Yuan held the carving knife and lightly tapped it on the invisible barrier. The air wave shook and bounced the carving knife away.
Salon Agu looked at this scene in the distance and said:
"The witch has been able to penetrate the seal and affect reality. It is not a sculpture that can be slaughtered. Unfortunately, your response is too fast. If it can be delayed for two or three years, the witch can mobilize more luck."
Wei Yuan turned his neck and looked at Salun Agu in the distance:
"You are suggesting that I try my best to destroy the barrier and consume the few powers of Confucian Sage, so that I have no room to seal the wizard god."
Sarun Agu said calmly: "Do you have any choice?"
Wei Yuan's mouth curled up: "Who said no."
..............
In Jingshan City, the figure of the white warlock appeared, and he passed through the closed city gate silently and arrived at the general altar of the Witch God Sect.
"Come out........."
The white warlock stumbling and stumbling over, he lifted his foot and stomped lightly, the formation centered on him, spread rapidly, covering the surrounding streets and houses.
Teleportation pattern!
A famous iron rider appeared suddenly, holding a steel knife and wearing armor, and the leader was a young man who was more beautiful than a woman.
The people in the city looked at these strangers from the sky in amazement. Through the details of armor and length, they identified the cavalry of Dafeng, and their complexion changed suddenly.
I don’t understand why Dafeng’s army suddenly came to the city.
Yan State borders the three borders of Dafeng and Dafeng. Relying on many dangers, it is easy to defend and difficult to attack. It is reliant and fearless. It often joins the coalition forces of Jingkang and Jingkang. Even people in the market can pinch their waists and sneer:
"The Central Plains are like a lady, you can cheat at will."
Only we beat Dafeng, there is no reason to beat us.
This phenomenon remained unchanged until the end of the Shanhaiguan Campaign.
Nangong Qianrou held her saber high, with a cold temperament, and shouted:
"Since the founding of the People’s Republic of China, in the six hundred years since the founding of the People’s Republic of China, the witch sect killed the Dafeng people and robbed me of the Dafeng woman. The people of the three northeastern states have been suffering from the sacred witch god. Massacre."
"Tucheng!"
"Tucheng!"
"Tucheng..."
The roar of Shen Xiong gathered in one place, and the sound shook the sky.
Ten thousand heavy cavalry rushed into the streets, killing wildly, turning the city into a purgatory on earth.
Today slaughter the city, blood debt is paid!
.........
"Wei Yuan!!"
Seeing the killing in full swing in Jingshan City, Linghui Master Ilbu was furious:
"Only a super product can seal a super product, you are a mortal body, mixed with it, are you really afraid of death?!"
The situation has progressed to this point, and this third-rank master has a sense of powerlessness from deep in his heart.
You Wei Yuan is neither a disciple of Confucianism nor those mortal ants. The second-rank martial artist is enough to take care of himself and be at ease. Why bother to seek your own death?
"Speaking of hitting you witch cult, just hit you witch cult."
Wei Yuan retracted his gaze from Jingshan City, turned to the great wizard Salun Agu, and said with a smile: "Old soldiers of the year, call me a great service to the of the army, so that they can't be disappointed."
Under the circumstance that there will be no food and grass, he penetrated through the dangerous Yan Nation and approached the capital of the country, attracting most of the troops of Yan Nation and Kang Nation. After that, he stayed in the dark and crossed the ocean to Jingshan City.
Summon the Jiaobu Jiaolong to offset the stormy waves of the "Rain Master".
With a carving knife, he severely injured the first-rank wizard and forced the emperor to appear.
Invite the Confucian sage and the heroic soul to severely injure all the top masters of the witch gods camp.
Send Nangong Qianrou and Sun Xuan a chance to join Jingshan City at a critical moment, shaking the shaman’s luck.
From the moment of marching to the present, how to march, how to divide the troops, which route to take, whose help is needed, how many enemies there are, who are...every step, he counts.
Jian Zheng once said that in the current world, there are too few people who can fight with me on the chessboard. There are too few and too few people, and Wei Yuan is one.
Every time a person dies in Jingshan City, the luck that the Wizard God can borrow decreases by one point.
Wei Yuan raised the carving knife and lightly stroked the barrier that was already thin as an eggshell, breaking the barrier of the wizard god.
Ilbu and Uda Pagoda watched Wei Yuan enter the valley with unwilling faces.
Sarun Agu and the first emperor Joan watched this scene, the former's eyes were calm, the latter's eyes were cold.
...........
The altar is tens of feet high, only slightly shorter than the peak.
Wei Yuan raised his head and glanced at the towering altar. There were ninety-nine levels of cascading stones, and at the end was the of the shamanism belief, the pioneer of the shaman system.
After the age of gods and demons, one of the few super products.
It's not too much to say "like a like a devil".
Wei Yuan retracted his gaze, raised his foot, and stepped onto the first step.
In an instant, the heavens made murderous intent, and the ground made murderous intent. This space was repelling him and was targeting him, and there was terrible pressure.
Wei Yuan paused and stepped up the second step.
Confucian sage shadow casts clear light to offset the pressure of heaven and earth.
Wei Yuan held up his head, imagining the sage of Confucianism: "No need!"
He summoned the Confucian sage, not to kill the enemy, but to seal the wizard god.
Salun Agu urged him to break through the barrier with the power of the Confucian sage in order to weaken the power of the Confucian sage. When he was on the altar, how much power would the Confucian sage have?
Wei Yuan is not a tool, not just a tool to carry the Confucian sage and heroic soul.
On the contrary, Wei Yuan is the one who sealed the witch in this world.
Confucian sage is his tool.
Level 2, Level 3, Level 4..........
After level 20, every time Wei Yuan took a step, a crack appeared in his body. The immortal body of the high-rank martial artist repaired the terrible wound, barely maintaining balance.
After level fifty, Wei Yuan was like a pieced porcelain man, with cracks all over his body, including his elegant and handsome face.
He finally stopped, not knowing whether he was exhausted or he could no longer move forward.
"It's not out of grade, it's a mortal after all, how is it different from ants?"
There was a misty sigh, as if from an ancient predecessor.
Accompanied by this voice, the power of Peimo Nengyu surged in, and the world worked together to strangle Wei Yuan.
There were two paths in front of Wei Yuan. The first path was to use the power of the Confucian sage to climb to the top. As for the hard-earned heroic soul after climbing to the top, there is no spare power to seal the wizard god, only God knows.
The second way is to turn around and leave and retreat with Dafeng army.
.........
"God, so majestic..."
Wei Yuan murmured, a dusty past broke the blockade of memory.
Forty years ago, when Joan of Arc was still on the throne, a tragic battle took place in the three states of Northeast China.
The witch descended on the oracle to destroy the Dafeng and seize the luck. At that time, the three northeast kingdoms mobilized 200,000 troops and captured the three states of Xiangjing, Henan, and a massacre in three days. The old and the weak, women and children were not left, and the people were like humble grass. Slaughtered.
Hundreds of miles were uninhabited, with dead bones buried in the mountains and plains.
More cruel and violent than the monster.
To this day, that battle is still a shadow in the hearts of the old people who had experienced the war.
It was the same battle. In the following ten years, the court had 100,000 soldiers in the three states. The people would rather be refugees than return to their homeland. They were really afraid of being beaten by the witch gods.
Afterwards, the court rebuilt the Yellow Book and discovered millions of people who died in the war, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in Xiangzhou, Jingzhou, and Yuzhou.
Wei Yuan was born in Yuzhou.
Only one teenager survived in the Wei family.
The past of Qianchen came to mind, and now he is no longer the boy in the green shirt of the year. Wei Yuan laughed wildly:
"Looking back for forty years, the country hates the family feud so far. Now, I want to know, God, can I trap my ant."
Climbing up the steps in Tsing Yi, a cage of heaven and earth is like a decoration.
At level ninety-nine, he reached the top in one go.
Standing in front of the witch sculpture was already a broken human figure.
Wei Yuan sneered disdainfully and said, "It seems that God is nothing but that."
At the age of 4,800, only two members of the Central Plains human race have ever boarded the general altar of the Witch God Sect.
Confucian sage one thousand or two hundred years ago.
Wei Yuan one thousand and two hundred years later.
Only these two.
.........
The great wizard Salun Agu sighed, "Wei Yuan, the witch is resurrected, and the general trend is the trend. The Central Plains is now dying of talents, Confucianism is weak, and it is difficult to become a climate. The loss of luck, the supervision of righteousness is not at its peak. Why do you need to be a man?"
After he finished speaking, he slid his fingertips across his wrist, letting the blood flow, and pinched the seal with his hands. The sound was like a red bell, spreading all over the world: "Sacrifice to the wizard god."
To their sides, Ilbu and Uda Pagoda looked serious, cut their wrists and pinched the same techniques.
The wrists of the three high-grade wizards flowed with blood, blood was like a thread, but it did not drip, but turned into a crimson brilliance, floating towards the far away altar and the sculpture of the wizard god.
Blood sacrifice Dafa!
The Blood Sacrifice of the Sorcerer Sect.
Hearing the voice of the great wizard, the wizards who saw this scene understand that the witch is already at a critical moment of life and death.
Hundreds of wizards left the battlefield one after another, cutting their own wrists without hesitation, pinching the magic tricks, offering sacrifices to themselves like a wizard god.
Nalanyan only felt that his body temperature was getting colder, and the vitality flowed with the blood, turning into crimson brilliance, drifting to the valley, and merging into the sculpture that was worshipped by wizards for thousands of years.
Your great servicemen in the Central Plains can defend themselves against death. Isn't the witch cult who is greedy of life and fear of death?
Witch God Sect has ruled the Northeast for more than four thousand years. How has it been beaten so embarrassed.
Even if you die today, let you Wei Yuan and let Da Feng Gong fail.
While dying, Nalanyan suddenly turned his head, looked at the Tsing Yi, and remembered his father who was killed in the battle of Shanhaiguan.
Unexpectedly, father and son died at the same hands.
Nalanyan slowly closed his eyes and passed away quietly.
The wizards fell down and turned into withered corpses. They died silently, but there were no complaints or regrets.
Their will is integrated into the sculpture of the wizard god, this is the last resistance of the wizard god, this is the curse of the wizards to Wei Yuan, to the Confucian sage.
...........
Click.....
On the altar, the witch sculpture appeared chapped, and fine stone chips burst out.
A puff of black smoke reveals the eyebrows of the sculpture, covering the sky and the sun, blocking the blazing sun, blocking the blue sky, and turning day into night.
In a hurry, this black mist enveloped Jingshan City for a hundred miles, rolling endlessly, like a violent storm.
The husband splattered three feet of blood, and the emperor smashed his body a million in anger.
What if the gods are angry?
The soldiers fought again. Around Jingshan City, the few survivors raised their heads and looked at the black fog above them with horror.
The black mist suddenly collapsed, and its momentum was like the sky, and it condensed into a tall black shadow over the altar, with a blurred face.
Those who dared to look straight at the shadows were killed instantly.
The shadow of Baizhang, confronting the shadow of Baizhang, is like two giants who opened the world.
"Rusheng!"
In the dark shadows, there was a vague and magnificent voice, like anger, hatred, and sigh.
Accompanied by this sound, there was a thunder in the sky, and the wind and clouds changed color. A terrible storm has come.
"You will regret this."
A vague and magnificent voice came again.
Wei Yuan knew that this sentence was addressed to him.
He was silent, turned his head, and glanced at the battlefield in the distance, fighting the big soldier.
These soldiers who died in the land of the Witch God Sect, and those veterans who died in the battle of Shanhaiguan, they threw their heads and shrouded their horses, but in the final analysis there are only two words: for the country and the people.
I, Wei Yuan, took them to die, for, isn't it also these four words?
The black shadow is condescending, looking indifferently, like a overlooking the common people, overlooking the ants.
The black shadow raised his hand and pressed his finger lightly.
When the gods are angry, it is terrible, but what qualifications do mortals have to experience the wrath of gods? For gods, it is just a existence that can be killed by a finger.
What is the difference with ants.
The sound of broken bones sounded, and before the attack of the gods arrived, Wei Yuan's bones had been broken with power.
His spine bent down sharply, as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders, and it was difficult to raise his head.
At this time, Wei Yuan, like a porcelain about to fall apart, was already full of cracks.
This scene is similar to that of the golden body method that forced Xu Qi'an to kneel down during the Buddhism fight.
At this moment, he seemed to hear Xu Qi'an's roar and the roar of tens of thousands of people in the capital.
Wei Yuan's eyes suddenly burst into light, clear and clear.
In my whole life, I don't respect God, don't respect Buddha, and don't believe in kings, just for the common people.
God's unkindness is my enemy.
Wei Yuan straightened his body a little bit, his bones were broken, including his spine. At this moment, he could straighten his waist, probably because of some belief supporting him.
Today, in Kyushu, few people know why the Confucian sage sealed the witch god.
There are very few people why the emperor Gaozu turned his back.
Few people know that in ancient times, the wizard once eroded the Central Plains and cut off the luck of the human race.
He Wei Yuan didn't want the backbone of civilization to collapse, and he didn't want the Central Plains humans to bow their heads to slaves for generations.
The fingers that condensed the anger of the creatures fell from the sky.
He raised his hand tremblingly, holding the carving knife in his hand, and the red blood was flowing like water.
A hand stretched out from behind and held the carving knife with him.
I don't know when, the huge phantom of a hundred feet high has disappeared. It appeared behind Wei Yuan, as if it were the most solid backing for this outstanding man after thousands of years.
Wei Yuan's hands no longer trembled.
Thousands of years ago there was a Confucian sage, after a thousand years there was Wei Yuan!
The scholar was very energetic, rushed into the crown, and screamed at the wizard god:
"Your witch wants to erode my great luck and cut off my Central Plains humanity, have you asked me Wei Yuan!"
Wei Yuan held the Rusheng carving knife and gently handed it forward.
The carving knife bloomed with dazzling brilliance.
It has been more than one thousand and two hundred years since the last time Confucian Sage shot the sword.
This knife spans thousands of years.
There is no such amazing knife light in the world, and there is no such a public spirit.
The power beyond the rank exploded over the altar.
The sky is falling.
The black shadow condensed by the witch collapsed inch by inch, disintegrating into terrible fluctuations that swept the world.
This force swept over the hills and flattened the hills; swept across the ocean and set off a tsunami; swept across the city, turning the city into ruins.
Nangong Qianrou took the lead and led the heavy cavalry to retreat, with red eyes and twisted face.
Foster father, you must survive.
Zhang Kaitai and other golden gongs and high-grade martial arts are also on the run, in a deathmatch.
Everyone is at large, fleeing panicked.
After a long, long time, this aftermath dissipated, and everything it passed was flattened to the ground.
The General Altar of Witch God Sect ~EbookFREE.me~Jingshan City, has since become history.
Only the altar protected by the seal of the Confucian sage and the power of the witch survived this devastating wave.
Wei Yuan stood proudly on the altar, dressed in ragged Tsing Yi.
"why........."
There was a misty voice in the void, but it was no longer grand.
The shadow of the Confucian sage behind him stepped into the witch sculpture, and the chapped gap was repaired by itself.
The witch was sealed again.
why?
Wei Yuan turned tiredly and looked towards the Central Plains. He made his fortune in Yuanjing 6 years, repelled the barbarian cavalry, and became a great upstart. Then he strategized in the battle of Shanhaiguan and won the great battle that changed the pattern of Kyushu.
Then he abolished his cultivation, entered the temple, and contended with the multi-party courts, and used the to subdue the public. Glory, deeds, and power are in your hands, brilliant.
Throughout his life, there are many things that political opponents have studied for half a lifetime, but still cannot understand.
No children, no family, all alone.
The eunuchs regarded gold and silver as the spiritual support, and he also regarded it as dung.
Huanhai has been ups and downs for decades, is there really no desire or desire?
Wei Yuan's gaze seemed to penetrate thousands of mountains and rivers, and saw the sub-temple on the top of Qingyun Mountain, the stone stele standing in the temple, and the four crooked words.
why?
Wei Yuan whispered: "Establish a heart for the heaven and the earth, establish a life for the people, for the sacred and continue to learn, and open peace for all generations."
He closed his eyes and never opened them again.
.........
In the autumn of Yuanjing 37 years, Wei Yuan led an army of 100,000 to capture the general altar of the witch gods and seal the witch gods.
Jingshan City was turned into ruins, and hundreds of thousands of lives were wiped out.
This is the first time in history that the iron cavalry of the Central Plains has broken through the general altar of the witch gods.
Qing history left a name.