Vol 2 Chapter 827: Dixian Zhuji, Huangtian 6 Saints (this

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Phoo~
A touch of divine will seems to break through a thin film.
Countless pictures flowed by like water in my heart, and immediately freeze.
Old houses, old trees, blue lights...
From far and near, from big to small, it seems that a long time has passed, An Qisheng's eyes fell in this ancient house.
Among the dimly lit lights, an old man was struggling to write, sometimes accompanied by a light cough.
"...The people are fighting against the monsters, the war is spreading, and the people are not living...Sigh, I have been pursuing the principles of the unreached master all my life, sighing, I have been struggling in my life, and peace is difficult..."
"The Tao is free and easy, the Buddha cultivates oneself, where is my Confucian Tao? Master, the disciple is incompetent, it is difficult to carry on the mantle of your old man, and the saddest thing is that it cannot be passed on or passed on..."
"...Thousands of years, how many rushing, how much persistence, how much resistance, will it all end up like a dream? God and Buddha are invincible, where is the way of life? Where is it?!"
"Poor, sad, hateful..."
Under the light of a bean, the old man's breath flickered like a light, as if it could be extinguished at any time.
He tried to write down everything he knew and understood again and again, but he tried again and again, but failed.
He has everything in his heart, but he can't say it, but he has the heart to keep a book, but he can't write it.
I made pens, blood books, stone tablets, hidden head characters, anagrams, and dismantling characters again and again... but after changing the methods countless times, I still couldn't leave any writing.
He knew, but there was no difference between not knowing.
An Qisheng stared at it, as if faintly empathizing.
As his realm climbed, the magical powers of the dreaming giant changed several times, and it was no longer what it was before. With a move of his heart, he could feel everything he could perceive.
Sorrow,
Unwilling,
sigh,
Compassion,
Sadness.... Many emotions surged in my heart instantly, which is the melancholy of the old man.
Many memories of the old man also appeared in his heart.
This old man, named "Zeng Yan", is a true Confucian ancestor, the great-grandson of Confucius's 72 disciples, "Zeng", and the ancestor of Zeng San.
He was in an era when Emperor Jue Tian Tong was cut off from Confucianism and Taoism, and it was also a chaotic period when the monsters were really fighting.
Because of his status and inheritance, he knows far more than Zeng San, but unfortunately, he can't tell.
"Will anyone hear? I don't know..."
After a long time, the old man seemed to give up completely, and walked out of the room. His figure was thin, but tall but no different from Zeng San.
He stopped under the old tree, looked at the stars in the distance, and muttered to himself: "Perhaps it is in vain, but even he can't deprive history..."
He muttered in his heart, the light of the soul illuminates the courtyard like substance, and immediately turned into a pen in his palm.
Taking emptiness as paper, heart as pen, and his lifelong practice of Confucianism as ink, he started writing.
"...Mengmeng heaven and earth first opened, the gods are born, this is the era of the gods and demons, the era of the gods and demons, respected by the three supreme beasts,
One is the candle dragon, the second is the Shenlin, and the third is the Phoenix Emperor.
This is the ancestor of scales, birds, and beasts. This period begins with the death of the Phoenix Emperor before birth, and ends with the enlightenment of the Heavenly Sage and the Demon Sage.
The Tianmoji opened immediately.
The two sages Linfan swept the Zhoutian gods and demons. After many years of fighting, the heavenly sages ascended to the sky and preached. After many years, many great supernatural powers gradually evolved into the prototype of the imperial court.
The demon saint enters the earth, opens up the underground Demon Abyss, collects the evil spirits of heaven and earth, and sits down to gather all the demon heads since the beginning of the heaven and earth, and become the ancestor of the Demon Abyss.
The two sides have fought for many years, and many new born gods and demons have fallen, but a race different from the gods and demons was born on the body of the gods and demons.
This is the beginning of Terran.
The end of the Tianmo Period is symbolized by the creation of the Imperial Court and the birth of the human race.
The ages have passed, and the ancient times have come.
In the ancient times, the gods and demons licked their wounds, quietly accumulating strength, and the heavenly sage and the demon sage stopped and meditated separately.
The new-born human race ushered in the Primordial Era in ignorance, fighting against the fierce beasts, fighting with the world, and gradually gaining a foothold.
Heaven and earth changed again, and a great world did not know where it came from, awakening the gods and demons of Zhou Tian, ​​a hegemon in that world, strong and unparalleled.
The owner called himself the "Old Man of Desolate Desolation" and said that his clan was a demon. The old man of Desolate had the power of a candle dragon that day, and his size was infinite.
The arrival of the demon world led to the suppression of the riots of the gods and demons. The first battle lasted for countless years. In the end, the demon world was renamed the "Animal Dao" with the fall of the old man in the wild.
In the ancient times, gods and demons fought against demons, and the human race was also affected, almost annihilated, struggling to survive.
......."
Zeng Yan struggled to write in the dark, his light was mighty, his aura was strong, but his words would disappear, and his words would be lost. Even the many Confucian disciples who were agitated by his actions did not know what he was doing.
But he didn't realize it, just leaving a stroke of words in the space, only An Qisheng could feel the bitterness in his heart.
This is not his first attempt, but it must be his last attempt.
Without him, his deadline is approaching.
I don't know if it is feasible, but I have to let it go.
"Shen Mo Ji, Tian Mo Ji, Tai Gu Ji..."
An Qisheng's mind was very deep. This was the first time he had seen the Dixian Dao, or the past of the Emperor Heaven.
Boom!
At a certain moment, there was a muffled thunder resounding in the night, rumbling and shaking, thousands of miles away, but it shocked this ancient city.
Huh~~~
Immediately, a high-pitched chirping sound resounded through the sky.
Under the night, a peacock with gorgeous wings, dazzling color, and strong aura, came from the south. Bring down endless divine light.
"Peacock King!"
In the ancient city, some people exclaimed, some were shocked, and even more people fled, but more people approached this ancient house.
Pop~
In the ancient house, surprised by the singing of birds, Zeng Yan's hand trembled with a large pen, and disappeared after the "Emperor Struggle".
"Maybe it's hard to violate God's will, I Zeng Yan, after all, can't compare to my ancestor..."
The old man sighed softly.
He looked up at the peacock coming from the south with a high breath and a look of jealousy, and said loudly, "I don't know if the Peacock King is coming, what's the matter?"
"My brother was killed by your Confucian family!"
The sharp but not ear-piercing scream resounded through the night, but it was full of cold chills: "When swallowing eighty cities, Confucian disciples will give away the spirit of my brother!"
Huhuhu~
When the sound waves roared, there was a sudden gust of wind between the sky and the earth.
I don't know thousands of miles away, the earth is flying sand and rocks for it, and under the violent wind, countless earth and sand are soaring into the sky.
It was the entire ancient city, trembling and roaring, and the formation under it, the prohibition seemed to be completely useless.
Before his words fell, tens of thousands of people in the city broke through their houses and flew up to the sky, seeming to be thrown into the mouth of the peacock.
"How dare you?!"
Zeng Yan's heart was furious, and with a long drink, there seemed to be a heavenly river emerging from the sky and the earth.
The river was flooded that day, its shape was towering like a dragon, and its air was magnificent, as if to light up the whole night, all the flying people were wrapped in the river and put back into the city.
"The vast river of Confucianism? Zeng Yan, with your broken and dilapidated creek, you want to stop this king?!"
With a long cry, the Peacock King cut through the void for thousands of miles, and a hazy five-color light appeared on the wings, and it was about to wash down the river.
"Five colors of light..."
An Qisheng, who was staring at this scene, couldn't help but move. Although this five-color divine light was immature, its essence was somewhat lacking, and it was not much different from the divine light and five realms of his five-qi dynasty...
Many of his previous speculations seem to have been confirmed.
"Five-color magic light?! Peacock King has mastered the five-color magic light?!"
"No, that's not right! This, this is the light of the Little Five Elements."
Some Confucian disciples were horrified.
I don't know how many supernatural powers appeared in the battle of cutting the sky, but the five-color divine light must be the most outstanding among them. Although this divine light has only one essence, it is already indescribable.
Compared with it, apart from the vast river of Confucianism, there is only the same unpredictable yin and yang.
There are also Confucian disciples who are excited in their hearts, and are determined to win the vast river.
It's just beyond anyone's expectations.
This brush failed.
The vast river, when the five-color intertwined divine light whizzed to and fro, it disappeared.
"The ancestor and the noble ancestor are called the two holes together. They once had the friendship of fighting side by side. How can they be right with the five-color divine light?"
Zeng Yan took back the vast river and sighed as he looked at the Peacock King who spread his wings and screamed.
Once upon a time, the two races of humans and monsters could still fight side by side. Although there was disharmony, it was innocent.
Although the relationship between the Confucian school and the Peacock clan is not very good, it is not to the level of life and death like this.
"Dare to mention the family ancestor?"
The Peacock King cried his neck and screamed, and if he was extremely angry, he shook the sky: "A sour and rotten philosopher, how can He De compare with my ancestor? He wants to be above my ancestor?"
boom!
The wind was raging, the mountains in the city shook, and many houses shook and collapsed.
Many Confucian disciples were urging magical powers to protect the city, UU reading www.uukānshu. com couldn't help being furious when he heard these words: "The people who are covered with hair and horns are not worthy of my master's name!"
"You wait for death!"
The Peacock King jumped like thunder, spreading his wings to set off a frenzy in the sky, and rushing down amidst the boundless lightning and thunder, he was about to destroy the entire city.
"enough!"
Zeng Yan shouted coldly, suppressing the riot in the whole city, and the whole person had risen into the air, rushing towards the Peacock King at a speed that seemed slow but fast.
boom!
There was a thunderous roar.
Zeng Yan was wearing the five-color light, and he had no resistance to cover his five-color light, allowing him to drown himself.
"you?"
The Peacock King looked at the old man in astonishment.
"The five-color divine light is worthy of supernatural powers, and the small five-element divine light with only one point of true meaning is already so good..."
Surrounded by the five colors, Zeng Yan felt the changes in his body, calmly and calmly: "Your brother was killed by a Confucianist. As the master of Confucianism, I think it is enough to pay for my life on my behalf."
His deadline is approaching, he has no time to explore what happened in it, and he does not want to kill the Peacock King to increase the hatred between the demons.
"I only hope that the Peacock King will not be a killer, so as not to blaspheme the struggle of our ancestors..."
In the horrified gaze of the King Peacock, he slowly closed his eyes, allowing the five-color light to brush it into it.
"teacher!"
"granduncle!"
"Brother Zeng!"
.....
Huh~~~
Cries, exclaims, and humming sounds resounded.
Immediately, many pictures began to fade, and finally, like porcelain falling to the ground, they were completely broken and turned into countless streams of light.
Submerge in An Qisheng's heart.
.........
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