In the blue sky, the clouds suddenly collapsed, disappearing, 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 the sand in his eyes.
In the world, eyes opened, full of wisdom to see everything and unshakable indifference.
Between the mountains and seas, a phantom as high as a hundred feet high appeared, wearing a Confucian robe and a Confucian crown, with blurred faces and long beards floating.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the scorching sun in the sky seems to be a little dimmed.
This phantom has a blue sky above her head and a vast ocean.
As soon as this phantom appeared, the clear air lingered in the vicinity of Jingshan, and the sound of reading aloud came from the void.
The fresh air of Confucian academies accumulated over a thousand years is like the light of fireflies.
Confucian saint!
The pioneer of the Confucian system, a great man who surpasses the grade.
Since the death of the Confucian Saint, for the first time in more than 1,200 years, someone summoned the heroic soul of the Confucian Saint.
At this moment, the sculpture of the Witch God trembled violently, and the entire altar and the entire valley were shaking, like an earthquake.
At this moment, within a radius of hundreds of miles of Jingshan City, all living creatures crawled on the ground, trembling.
Irbu and Uda Pagoda were trembling all over, their spine was bent, and they were stubborn and refused to crawl. This was the last decent face of a third-grade wizard.
The great wizard Saren Agu looked up at the huge phantom standing tall, his lips trembling slightly.
He murmured: Confucian saint...
Since the birth of human civilization, the changes in the ritual system and the changes in the system have been complicated and chaotic.
But if we extend the long river of history and look at it from a macro perspective, the changes in human civilization can be simply classified into two stages:
Before Confucianism and after Confucianism.
Before the birth of Confucianism, the system was changing and unstable, and it was in a relatively chaotic stage.
After the birth of Confucianism, human civilization has a foundation and a foundation that will never leave its sect.
In the tens of thousands of years after the era of gods and demons, whether it is luck, whether it is the ancient emperor or the millions of emperors in later generations, they are not as good as the Confucian and Saint.
As the founder of human civilization, Confucian sages seemed to have emerged.
Wei Yuan's eyes were replaced by a clear light, highlighting the divine indifference. His body was cracked in fine cracks, and the Ru Guan and the carving knife shone brightly, repairing his body over and over again, cracking again and again, and repeating the cycle.
At this moment, he shoulders not only the power beyond the level, but also the first-class magnificent luck since the birth of the human race.
After the death of Confucian Sheng, no one has ever summoned his heroic soul, which is not unreasonable.
Wei Yuan raised his head, stared at Emperor Joan of Arc in the air, and said lightly: You might as well draw your sword!
Joan of Arc looked at him coldly.
Slashed down with one sword.
The sword light is brilliant, and time and space seem to solidify at this moment. There has never been such a brilliant sword energy in the world, because in history, there is no swordsman who surpasses the level.
Ah……
The screams rang out in the battlefield, and several masters who were brave enough to see the scene had a creepy change in their bodies.
Some people suddenly shot out sword energy from their bodies, and then they broke into pieces.
Some of their bodies are dyed with iron gray and become a sculpture.
Some suddenly caught fire and quickly turned into ashes, leaving two dark and oily footprints on the ground.
Some turn into yellow sand and dissolve; some turn into woody, the skin has wood texture, and green leaves grow in the pores.
Masters such as Zhang Kaitai suddenly closed their eyes and lowered their heads, not daring to look at the sword light.
Fear exploded in their hearts.
When it comes to the most peak battle in the world of Jiuzhou, it can really easily turn one area into wasteland.
The glorious sword light came to my eyes in a flash.
Wei Yuan raised his foot and stomped forward, with a loud voice like a big bell: Who dared to be arrogant before the Confucian sages?
The phantom of a hundred feet was too close to the feet and stepped forward gently.
With this step, a tsunami of hundreds of feet high suddenly broke out in the ocean, and Jingshan completely collapsed, the mountain collapsed, and the tsunami...
The power of the Confucian saint razed the mountains and rivers to the ground and turned the earth into a country of marsh.
The five-colored sword light collapsed and turned into a pure five elements force, rendering the sky colorful and magnificent.
Salen Agu, Joan of Arc, Irbu, and Uda Pagoda, the four super masters were hit by a stream of clear air that almost swept across the world, like leaves in the wind, and their bodies quickly destroyed.
Four top strong men stand up to help repair their injuries. Their aura has fallen to the bottom and their ambition is even more slumped.
The combined sword of the four people has reached a strength beyond the level, but unexpectedly, it is destroyed by the foot of the Confucian Sheng.
The collapsed five elements sword energy directly changed the elemental rules of this world. Towering trees grew in the sea, gurgling streams flowed from the rocks, and flames burned on the sea...
It’s not that this sword is not powerful enough.
It is the Confucian sage who is too strong.
Emperor Joan of Arc's aura was unstable, and the black light wrapped around his body turned into black flames, suffocating himself.
He practiced the way of the human sect, and would also be burned by the fire of karma. In the past few decades, relying on the identity and status of the king, he firmly suppressed the fire of karma.
Just now, the clear air was hit by the breath, and the karma fire immediately retaliated.
He took a deep breath and sucked the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The body of the Taoist sect, known as the unscrupulous body of the Yang God, emitted golden light and put out the fire of karma.
……
Wei Yuan's face turned a little pale, he ignored the four defeated generals, turned around and walked towards the altar in the valley.
The power of the Confucian sage destroys his body all the time, despite the carvings of swords, the Confucian crown, and the blessings of Zhao Shou.But it is still an unbearable burden for Wei Yuan to come.
Summoning existences beyond grades is a price.
There is no mysterious and mysterious magic backlash, and some just bear the simple truth of being too heavy.
As Wei Yuan turned around, the shadow of the Confucian Saint turned to the valley simultaneously and moved forward.
No one dares to block the path of Confucianism and saints, and no one can do it.
Saren Agu looked at the Qingyi, not angry because the situation was hopeless, and was still calm and gentle, and said slowly:
Wei Yuan, you are extremely talented. Even if the Witch God untie the seal, you can still keep it alone. Why bother?
Back then, the Confucian Saint sealed the witch god, and there was a huge secret.Looking at Jiuzhou, those who know the secrets are the number of hands.
How can we protect ourselves if the country is destroyed?Wei Yuan ignored him and moved towards the valley firmly and slowly.
He also has an enemy.
Wei Yuan walked forward in the void and was blocked by a barrier when approaching the valley.
This barrier is invisible and qualitative, invisible, but can be touched, and it blocks Wei Yuan from the valley.
Inside the valley is another world, which refuses Wei Yuan to enter.
Only the ones that can block the super products are super products.
The witch god can already influence reality and penetrate power.
The only thing that can block luck is luck.
Wei Yuan held the carving knife and gently tapped it on the invisible barrier. The air wave buzzed and bounced the carving knife away.
Saren Agu looked at this scene from afar and said:
The witch god has been able to penetrate the seal and affect reality. It is not a sculpture at the mercy of others.Unfortunately, your reaction is too fast. If you can delay two or three years, the Witch God will be able to mobilize more luck.
Wei Yuan turned his neck and looked at Salen Agu in the distance:
You are hinting that I am trying my best to break the barrier and consume the few powers of the Confucian Saint, so that I have no room for sealing the Witch God.
Saren Agu said calmly: Do you have any choice?
Wei Yuan's mouth raised: Who said there was no.
……
In Jingshan City, the figure of a white-clothed sorcerer appeared. He silently passed through the closed city gate and arrived at the Witch God Cult's headquarters.
Come out... come...
After the white-clothed warlock said, he raised his foot and stomped it gently. The formation was centered on him and spread rapidly, covering the surrounding streets and houses.
Teleportation array pattern!
A cavalry suddenly appeared, holding a steel knife and wearing armor. The leader was a young man who was even more beautiful than a woman.
The people in the city looked at the group of strangers from the sky in shock. Through details such as armor and appearance, they identified that they were Dafeng's cavalry, and their faces changed drastically.
I can't understand why Dafeng's army suddenly came to the city.
The Yan Kingdom borders the three border states of Dafeng. Relying on the dangerous obstacles and easy defense and difficult attack, they are fearless and often have coalition forces with Jingkang, repeatedly invading the border, burning, killing and looting.
Even the people in the market can pinch their waists and laugh at them:
Central Plains are like girls, you can bully them at will.
Only we fight Dafeng, but no reason for Dafeng to fight us.
This phenomenon has not changed until the end of the Shanhaiguan Battle.
Nangong Qianrou held up her sword, her temperament was cold, and she shouted:
Since the founding of the Dafeng Kingdom, the Witch God Cult has killed the people of Dafeng and robbed our Dafeng women. The blood debts are full of burning bamboos and can't be written. The people of the three northeastern states have been suffering from the Witch God Cult for a long time.The soldiers of Dafeng, follow me to massacre the city.
Massacre of the city!
Massacre of the city!
Massacre of the city...
Chen Xiong's roar gathered together, and the sound shook the sky.
Ten thousand cavalry rushed into the streets, slaughtered and turned the city into a purgatory on earth.
Today's massacre of the city, and the blood debt will be paid for!
……
Wei Yuan!!
Seeing the slaughter in Jingshan City, Linghui Master Yierbu was furious:
Only the super product can seal the super product. You are a mortal body, mixed with it, aren’t you really afraid of death?!
As the situation progressed to this point, this third-grade master felt powerless from the bottom of his heart.
You, Wei Yuan, are neither Confucian disciples nor those ordinary ants. Second-rank martial artists are enough to be alone in order to be free and free, so why bother to seek death?
If you say you are beaten by the Witch God Sect, you will beat you by the Witch God Sect.
Wei Yuan's eyes were taken back from Jingshan City, turned to the great wizard Salen Agu, and said with a smile: The old soldiers back then, they would not be disappointed if they called me the Great Devotional God of Military Affairs.
In the case of destined to be without food and grass, Yan Kingdom, which was deeply trapped, came to the capital, attracting most of the troops of Yan Kingdom and Kang Kingdom.Then he secretly crossed Chencang and crossed Wangyang to Jingshan City.
Summoned the dragons of the Jiaomen to offset the storm of the Rain Master.
He severely damaged the first-class wizard with a carving knife and forced Emperor Joan of Arc to appear.
Invite the Confucian Saint and Heroes to severely injure all the top masters of the Witch God Cult camp.
He sent Nangong Qianrou and Sun Xuan to join the opportunity to join forces and enter Jingshan City at a critical moment, shaking Wu Shen's luck.
From the moment he set out to the present, he has calculated how to march, how to divide his troops, which route he takes, who he needs to help, how many enemies he has, who he is... Every step he has calculated.
The supervisor once said that in the world, there are too few people who can compete with me on the chessboard and no winner, and Wei Yuan is one of them.
Every time someone dies in Jingshan City, the fortune that the witch god can borrow will be reduced by a little.
Wei Yuan raised the carving knife and gently stroked the barrier that was as thin as an eggshell, breaking through the barrier of the Witch God.
Yilbu and Uda Pagoda watched Wei Yuan enter the valley with unwilling expression on his face.
Salen Agu and the late Emperor Joan of De looked at this scene, with the former looking calm while the latter looking cold.
……
The altar is dozens of feet tall, only slightly shorter than the mountain.
Wei Yuan looked up and glanced at the towering altar. The stone steps were stacked, with a total of ninety-nine levels. At the end were the gods believed in by the Witch God Cult and the pioneer of the wizard system.
After the Age of Gods and Demons, one of the few super products.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is like a god or a demon.
Wei Yuan withdrew his gaze, raised his foot, and stepped onto the first step.
In an instant, the sky was killing intent and the earth was killing intent. This space was repelling him and targeting him, and terrible pressure was coming.
Wei Yuan paused and stepped onto the second level.
The phantom of the Confucian Saint descends the clear light, offsetting the pressure of heaven and earth.
Wei Yuan held his head up and bowed to the shadow of the Confucian Saint: No!
He summoned the Confucian Saint not to kill the enemy, but to seal the witch god.
Salen Agu encouraged him to use the power of Confucianism to break the barrier in order to weaken the power of Confucianism layer by layer. When he arrived on the altar, how much strength does Confucianism have?
He, Wei Yuan, is not a tool, not just a tool that carries the souls of Confucian saints and heroes.
On the contrary, Wei Yuan is the one who seals the witch god in this life.
Confucian sages are his tools.
Level 2, Level 3, Level 4...
After level 20, every step Wei Yuan took, a crack appeared in his body. The immortal body of a high-ranking martial artist repaired the terrible wound and barely maintained his balance.
After level 50, Wei Yuan was like a pieced together porcelain man, with cracks all over his body, including his elegant and handsome face.
He finally stopped, not knowing whether he was exhausted or was suppressed and could no longer move forward.
If you don’t surpass the grade, you will be a mortal after all. What’s the difference between you and an ants?
The ethereal sigh came, as if it came from the ancient times.
With this voice, Pei Mo Neng's power surged, and the heaven and earth worked together to strangle Wei Yuan.
There are two paths in front of Wei Yuan. The first path is to use the power of Confucian saints to reach the top. As for this hard-won heroic soul after reaching the top, only God knows whether this hard-won heroic soul or whether it has the remaining power to seal the witch god.
The second way is to turn around and leave, and retreat with the Dafeng army.
……
God, so majestic...
Wei Yuan murmured, a dusty past broke through the blockade of memory.
Forty years ago, when Joan of Arc was still in power, a tragic war broke out in the three northeastern prefectures.
The witch god descended to the oracle, destroyed Dafeng, and seized luck. At that time, the Three Kingdoms of Northeast China mobilized 200,000 troops to capture the three prefectures of Xiang, Jing and Yu. They were slaughtered every three days, and the elderly, weak, women and children were not kept, and the people of Dafeng were slaughtered like lowly grass.
There is no one in a hundred miles, and the dead bones are buried in the mountains and fields.
More cruel and violent than the demon man.
To this day, that battle is still a shadow in the hearts of the old man who had experienced war chaos back then.
It was also the battle that in the following ten years, the imperial court held 100,000 troops in the three prefectures, and the people would rather be refugees than return to their hometowns. They were really afraid of being beaten by the Witch God Sect.
Afterwards, the court recreated the Huang Book and found that Xiangzhou, Jingzhou and Yuzhou had thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, nine out of ten families were empty, and the people who died in that war were millions.
Wei Yuan, his ancestral home is Yuzhou.
Only one young man survived in the Wei family.
The past comes to my mind, and now he is no longer the boy in blue clothes of the past. Wei Yuan laughed wildly:
Looking back for forty years, the country has hated and family has been in the present.Now, I want to know whether God can trap me, an ant.
He was wearing a blue dress and climbed up the stairs, and the cage of the heaven and dungeon was like a decoration.
Level 99, reaching the top in one go.
Standing in front of the witch god sculpture is a broken human form.
Wei Yuan sneered disdainfully: It seems that God is nothing more than that.
Recently, at the age of 4,800, only two people in the Central Plains human race have ascended to the Witch God Cult.
A Confucian saint a thousand two hundred years ago.
Wei Yuan a thousand two hundred years later.
Only these two people.
……
The great wizard Salen Agu sighed, Wei Yuan, the witch god is reviving, and the general trend is in progress.The Central Plains are now in decline and Confucianism is weak, making it difficult to become a climate.The luck is lost, and supervision is no longer at its peak.Why do you have to be a chariot with a mantis arm?
After saying that, his fingertips gently slid across his wrist, allowing the blood to flow, and pinched the seal with his hands, and the sound was like a bell, spreading throughout the world: He offered sacrifices to the witch god.
Beside him, Yierbu and Udabaota looked serious, each cutting their wrists and pinching the same hand gestures.
The wrists of the three high-quality wizards were bleeding, and the blood was like a thread, but it did not drip, but turned into a crimson glow, drifting towards the altar in the distance, towards the sculpture of the witch god.
Blood sacrifice!
The blood sacrifice method of the Witch God Sect.
Hearing the voice of the great wizard, the wizards who saw this scene understood that the Witch God Sect was already at a critical moment of life and death.
Hundreds of wizards left the battlefield one after another, cutting their wrists without hesitation, pinching magic tricks with their hands, like a witch god offering sacrifices to themselves.
Nalan Yan felt his body temperature gradually cool, and his vitality passed with blood, turning into crimson light, floating towards the valley, and merging into the sculpture that was worshipped by the wizards for thousands of years.
You, the soldiers of the Central Plains Dafeng, are you afraid of death? I, the Witch God Sect, are greedy for life and afraid of death?
The Witch God Cult has ruled the northeast for more than 4,000 years, but has never been beaten so embarrassed.
Even if you die today, you will be defeated by Wei Yuan and Dafeng.
On his dying moment, Nalan Yan suddenly turned his head and looked at Xi Qingyi, remembering his father who died in the Battle of Shanhaiguan.
Unexpectedly, father and son died at the hands of the same person.
Nalan Yan slowly closed his eyes and passed away quietly.
One by one, the wizards fell down and turned into haggard mummies. They died silently, but there were no complaints or regrets.
Their will was integrated into the sculpture of the Witch God, which was the last resistance of the Witch God Cult, which was the curse issued by the wizards to Wei Yuan and the Confucian Saints.
……
Click...
On the altar, the sculpture of the witch god appeared cracks and fine stone chips burst out.
A stream of black smoke penetrated the middle of the sculpture's eyebrows, covering the sky, blocking the sun, blocking the blue sky, turning the day into night.
In a short while, this black mist covered Jingshan City with a radius of hundreds of miles, rolling endlessly, like a storm.
An ordinary man splattered with blood three feet in anger, and the emperor scattered millions of corpses in anger.
What if the gods are angry?
The soldiers survived again. A few surviving people around Jingshan City raised their heads and looked at the black fog above their heads in horror.
The black fog suddenly collapsed, as if it were sky-turning, and condensed into a tall black shadow over the altar, with blurred faces.
The person who dared to look directly at the shadow died suddenly on the spot.
The black shadow of a hundred feet confronts the phantom of a hundred feet, like two giants who created the world.
Confucian saint!
In the dark shadow, a huge and ethereal voice came, like anger, hatred, and sigh.
With this sound, the sky was filled with thunder and the wind and clouds changed color.A terrible storm has come.
You will regret it.
A vague and grand voice came again.
Wei Yuan knew that this sentence was said to him.
He remained silent, turned his head, looked at the battlefield in the distance, fighting for the great Feng soldiers.
These soldiers who died in the territory of the Witch God Cult, as well as the old soldiers who died in the Battle of Shanhaiguan, sacrificed their lives and wrapped their bodies for them. In the final analysis, there are only four words: for the country and the people.
I, Wei Yuan, brought them to die, for these four words?
The black shadow is high above and overlooks indifferently, like a god looking down at the people and ants.
The black shadow raised his hand and pressed his fingers gently.
It is certainly terrible when a god is angry, but what qualifications do ordinary people have to experience the anger of the gods? For gods, they are just an existence that can be killed with just a finger.
What is the difference between it and ant?
The sound of bone shattering sounded, and the attack of the gods had not arrived yet, and the power had broken Wei Yuan's bones.
His spine bent suddenly, as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulder, and it was hard to raise his head any longer.
At this time, Wei Yuan was like porcelain that was about to fall apart, with cracks everywhere.
This scene is very similar to when the Buddhist battle, the golden body method forced Xu Qi'an to kneel down.
At this moment, he seemed to hear Xu Qi'an's roar and the roars of tens of thousands of people in the capital.
Wei Yuan's eyes suddenly burst out with light, clear and clear.
In my life, I do not respect God, worship Buddha, and believe in the king, just for the people.
If the gods are not kind, they are my enemies.
Wei Yuan straightened his body little by little, his bones were broken, including his spine. At this time, he could straighten his back, probably because he had some beliefs to support him.
In Jiuzhou today, few people know why the Confucian saint sealed the witch god.
Few people know why Emperor Gaozu went back on his word back then.
Few people know that in ancient times, the Witch God eroded the Central Plains and cut off the fortune of the human race.
He Wei Yuan did not want the backbone of civilization to collapse, nor did he want the Central Plains people to bow their heads to be slaves for generations.
The god's angry fingers condensed and fell from the sky.
He raised his hand tremblingly, holding the carving knife in his hand, and the red blood flowed like water.
A hand stretched out from behind and held the carving knife with him.
At some point, the huge phantom, a hundred feet tall, had disappeared. It appeared behind Wei Yuan, as if it was the most solid backer of this hero who came thousands of years later.
Wei Yuan's hands no longer trembled.
There were Confucian saints a thousand years ago, and there were Wei Yuan a thousand years later!
The scholar was full of energy and was angry and roared at the Witch God:
Your witch god wants to erode my great fortune and to cut off my Central Plains human race. Have you asked me Wei Yuan!
Wei Yuan held the sword of the Religious Sage and handed it forward gently.
The carving knife bursts with dazzling light.
More than 1,200 years have passed since the last time the Religious Saint made a sword.
This knife spans thousands of years.
There is no such stunning sword light in the world, nor such ostentatious spirit.
Power beyond the grade exploded over the altar.
The sky collapsed.
The black shadow condensed by the witch god collapsed inch by inch, disintegrating into terrible fluctuations that swept the world.
This force swept across the hills and flattened the hills; it swept across the ocean and set off a tsunami; it swept across the city, and the city turned into ruins.
Nangong Qianrou took the lead and led the heavy cavalry to retreat, her eyes were red and her face was distorted.
Adopted Father, you will definitely survive.
Zhang Kaitai and other Jin Luo and Gao Pin Wufu were also on the run and were in a competition with the death row.
Everyone was running away and fled in a panic way.
It took a long time to go away, and wherever it passed, it was razed to the ground.
The Witch God Cult's Headquarters, Jingshan City, has since become history.
Only the altar, which was sealed by the Confucian Saint and the power of the witch god, was preserved in this destructive wave.
Wei Yuan stood proudly on the altar, wearing ragged blue clothes.
Why……
In the void, a misty sound came, but it was no longer grand.
The phantom of the Confucian Saint behind him stepped into the sculpture of the witch god in one step, and the cracked gaps were repaired by themselves.
The Witch God was sealed again.
Why?
Wei Yuan turned around tiredly and looked at the Central Plains. He became famous in the 6th year of Yuanjing, repelled the barbarian cavalry and became the upstart in Dafeng.
Then he made plans in the Shanhaiguan Battle and won this great battle that changed the pattern of Jiuzhou.
Then he abolished his cultivation and entered the temple, confronted many parties in the court, and suppressed the officials with the body of eunuchs.Glory, merit, and power are in your hands and are extremely brilliant.
Throughout his life, there are many things that political enemies have been studying for half their lives but still cannot understand.
No children, no family, alone.
The eunuchs regard gold, silver and wealth as spiritual pillars, and he also regard them as dirt.
After decades of ups and downs in officialdom, can you really have no desires or desires?
Wei Yuan's eyes seemed to penetrate thousands of mountains and rivers, and he saw the sub-sacred temple on the top of Qingyun Mountain, the stone tablet standing in the hall, and the four crooked sentences.
Why?
Wei Yuan said softly: Establish your mind for heaven and earth, establish your destiny for the living and the people, carry forward your unique knowledge for the past sages, and bring peace to the ages.
He closed his eyes and never opened them again.
……
In the autumn of the 37th year of Yuan Jing, Wei Yuan led an army of 100,000 to capture the Witch God Cult and sealed the Witch God.
Jingshan City turned into ruins, and hundreds of thousands of creatures were wiped out.
This is the first time in history that the Iron Cavalry of the Central Plains human race has stepped on the Witch God Cult's General Assembly.
Leave a name in history.
The power that soared into the sky, the existence that had not yet appeared seemed to be unable to rub the sand in his eyes.
In the world, eyes opened, full of wisdom to see everything and unshakable indifference.
Between the mountains and seas, a phantom as high as a hundred feet high appeared, wearing a Confucian robe and a Confucian crown, with blurred faces and long beards floating.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the scorching sun in the sky seems to be a little dimmed.
This phantom has a blue sky above her head and a vast ocean.
As soon as this phantom appeared, the clear air lingered in the vicinity of Jingshan, and the sound of reading aloud came from the void.
The fresh air of Confucian academies accumulated over a thousand years is like the light of fireflies.
Confucian saint!
The pioneer of the Confucian system, a great man who surpasses the grade.
Since the death of the Confucian Saint, for the first time in more than 1,200 years, someone summoned the heroic soul of the Confucian Saint.
At this moment, the sculpture of the Witch God trembled violently, and the entire altar and the entire valley were shaking, like an earthquake.
At this moment, within a radius of hundreds of miles of Jingshan City, all living creatures crawled on the ground, trembling.
Irbu and Uda Pagoda were trembling all over, their spine was bent, and they were stubborn and refused to crawl. This was the last decent face of a third-grade wizard.
The great wizard Saren Agu looked up at the huge phantom standing tall, his lips trembling slightly.
He murmured: Confucian saint...
Since the birth of human civilization, the changes in the ritual system and the changes in the system have been complicated and chaotic.
But if we extend the long river of history and look at it from a macro perspective, the changes in human civilization can be simply classified into two stages:
Before Confucianism and after Confucianism.
Before the birth of Confucianism, the system was changing and unstable, and it was in a relatively chaotic stage.
After the birth of Confucianism, human civilization has a foundation and a foundation that will never leave its sect.
In the tens of thousands of years after the era of gods and demons, whether it is luck, whether it is the ancient emperor or the millions of emperors in later generations, they are not as good as the Confucian and Saint.
As the founder of human civilization, Confucian sages seemed to have emerged.
Wei Yuan's eyes were replaced by a clear light, highlighting the divine indifference. His body was cracked in fine cracks, and the Ru Guan and the carving knife shone brightly, repairing his body over and over again, cracking again and again, and repeating the cycle.
At this moment, he shoulders not only the power beyond the level, but also the first-class magnificent luck since the birth of the human race.
After the death of Confucian Sheng, no one has ever summoned his heroic soul, which is not unreasonable.
Wei Yuan raised his head, stared at Emperor Joan of Arc in the air, and said lightly: You might as well draw your sword!
Joan of Arc looked at him coldly.
Slashed down with one sword.
The sword light is brilliant, and time and space seem to solidify at this moment. There has never been such a brilliant sword energy in the world, because in history, there is no swordsman who surpasses the level.
Ah……
The screams rang out in the battlefield, and several masters who were brave enough to see the scene had a creepy change in their bodies.
Some people suddenly shot out sword energy from their bodies, and then they broke into pieces.
Some of their bodies are dyed with iron gray and become a sculpture.
Some suddenly caught fire and quickly turned into ashes, leaving two dark and oily footprints on the ground.
Some turn into yellow sand and dissolve; some turn into woody, the skin has wood texture, and green leaves grow in the pores.
Masters such as Zhang Kaitai suddenly closed their eyes and lowered their heads, not daring to look at the sword light.
Fear exploded in their hearts.
When it comes to the most peak battle in the world of Jiuzhou, it can really easily turn one area into wasteland.
The glorious sword light came to my eyes in a flash.
Wei Yuan raised his foot and stomped forward, with a loud voice like a big bell: Who dared to be arrogant before the Confucian sages?
The phantom of a hundred feet was too close to the feet and stepped forward gently.
With this step, a tsunami of hundreds of feet high suddenly broke out in the ocean, and Jingshan completely collapsed, the mountain collapsed, and the tsunami...
The power of the Confucian saint razed the mountains and rivers to the ground and turned the earth into a country of marsh.
The five-colored sword light collapsed and turned into a pure five elements force, rendering the sky colorful and magnificent.
Salen Agu, Joan of Arc, Irbu, and Uda Pagoda, the four super masters were hit by a stream of clear air that almost swept across the world, like leaves in the wind, and their bodies quickly destroyed.
Four top strong men stand up to help repair their injuries. Their aura has fallen to the bottom and their ambition is even more slumped.
The combined sword of the four people has reached a strength beyond the level, but unexpectedly, it is destroyed by the foot of the Confucian Sheng.
The collapsed five elements sword energy directly changed the elemental rules of this world. Towering trees grew in the sea, gurgling streams flowed from the rocks, and flames burned on the sea...
It’s not that this sword is not powerful enough.
It is the Confucian sage who is too strong.
Emperor Joan of Arc's aura was unstable, and the black light wrapped around his body turned into black flames, suffocating himself.
He practiced the way of the human sect, and would also be burned by the fire of karma. In the past few decades, relying on the identity and status of the king, he firmly suppressed the fire of karma.
Just now, the clear air was hit by the breath, and the karma fire immediately retaliated.
He took a deep breath and sucked the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The body of the Taoist sect, known as the unscrupulous body of the Yang God, emitted golden light and put out the fire of karma.
……
Wei Yuan's face turned a little pale, he ignored the four defeated generals, turned around and walked towards the altar in the valley.
The power of the Confucian sage destroys his body all the time, despite the carvings of swords, the Confucian crown, and the blessings of Zhao Shou.But it is still an unbearable burden for Wei Yuan to come.
Summoning existences beyond grades is a price.
There is no mysterious and mysterious magic backlash, and some just bear the simple truth of being too heavy.
As Wei Yuan turned around, the shadow of the Confucian Saint turned to the valley simultaneously and moved forward.
No one dares to block the path of Confucianism and saints, and no one can do it.
Saren Agu looked at the Qingyi, not angry because the situation was hopeless, and was still calm and gentle, and said slowly:
Wei Yuan, you are extremely talented. Even if the Witch God untie the seal, you can still keep it alone. Why bother?
Back then, the Confucian Saint sealed the witch god, and there was a huge secret.Looking at Jiuzhou, those who know the secrets are the number of hands.
How can we protect ourselves if the country is destroyed?Wei Yuan ignored him and moved towards the valley firmly and slowly.
He also has an enemy.
Wei Yuan walked forward in the void and was blocked by a barrier when approaching the valley.
This barrier is invisible and qualitative, invisible, but can be touched, and it blocks Wei Yuan from the valley.
Inside the valley is another world, which refuses Wei Yuan to enter.
Only the ones that can block the super products are super products.
The witch god can already influence reality and penetrate power.
The only thing that can block luck is luck.
Wei Yuan held the carving knife and gently tapped it on the invisible barrier. The air wave buzzed and bounced the carving knife away.
Saren Agu looked at this scene from afar and said:
The witch god has been able to penetrate the seal and affect reality. It is not a sculpture at the mercy of others.Unfortunately, your reaction is too fast. If you can delay two or three years, the Witch God will be able to mobilize more luck.
Wei Yuan turned his neck and looked at Salen Agu in the distance:
You are hinting that I am trying my best to break the barrier and consume the few powers of the Confucian Saint, so that I have no room for sealing the Witch God.
Saren Agu said calmly: Do you have any choice?
Wei Yuan's mouth raised: Who said there was no.
……
In Jingshan City, the figure of a white-clothed sorcerer appeared. He silently passed through the closed city gate and arrived at the Witch God Cult's headquarters.
Come out... come...
After the white-clothed warlock said, he raised his foot and stomped it gently. The formation was centered on him and spread rapidly, covering the surrounding streets and houses.
Teleportation array pattern!
A cavalry suddenly appeared, holding a steel knife and wearing armor. The leader was a young man who was even more beautiful than a woman.
The people in the city looked at the group of strangers from the sky in shock. Through details such as armor and appearance, they identified that they were Dafeng's cavalry, and their faces changed drastically.
I can't understand why Dafeng's army suddenly came to the city.
The Yan Kingdom borders the three border states of Dafeng. Relying on the dangerous obstacles and easy defense and difficult attack, they are fearless and often have coalition forces with Jingkang, repeatedly invading the border, burning, killing and looting.
Even the people in the market can pinch their waists and laugh at them:
Central Plains are like girls, you can bully them at will.
Only we fight Dafeng, but no reason for Dafeng to fight us.
This phenomenon has not changed until the end of the Shanhaiguan Battle.
Nangong Qianrou held up her sword, her temperament was cold, and she shouted:
Since the founding of the Dafeng Kingdom, the Witch God Cult has killed the people of Dafeng and robbed our Dafeng women. The blood debts are full of burning bamboos and can't be written. The people of the three northeastern states have been suffering from the Witch God Cult for a long time.The soldiers of Dafeng, follow me to massacre the city.
Massacre of the city!
Massacre of the city!
Massacre of the city...
Chen Xiong's roar gathered together, and the sound shook the sky.
Ten thousand cavalry rushed into the streets, slaughtered and turned the city into a purgatory on earth.
Today's massacre of the city, and the blood debt will be paid for!
……
Wei Yuan!!
Seeing the slaughter in Jingshan City, Linghui Master Yierbu was furious:
Only the super product can seal the super product. You are a mortal body, mixed with it, aren’t you really afraid of death?!
As the situation progressed to this point, this third-grade master felt powerless from the bottom of his heart.
You, Wei Yuan, are neither Confucian disciples nor those ordinary ants. Second-rank martial artists are enough to be alone in order to be free and free, so why bother to seek death?
If you say you are beaten by the Witch God Sect, you will beat you by the Witch God Sect.
Wei Yuan's eyes were taken back from Jingshan City, turned to the great wizard Salen Agu, and said with a smile: The old soldiers back then, they would not be disappointed if they called me the Great Devotional God of Military Affairs.
In the case of destined to be without food and grass, Yan Kingdom, which was deeply trapped, came to the capital, attracting most of the troops of Yan Kingdom and Kang Kingdom.Then he secretly crossed Chencang and crossed Wangyang to Jingshan City.
Summoned the dragons of the Jiaomen to offset the storm of the Rain Master.
He severely damaged the first-class wizard with a carving knife and forced Emperor Joan of Arc to appear.
Invite the Confucian Saint and Heroes to severely injure all the top masters of the Witch God Cult camp.
He sent Nangong Qianrou and Sun Xuan to join the opportunity to join forces and enter Jingshan City at a critical moment, shaking Wu Shen's luck.
From the moment he set out to the present, he has calculated how to march, how to divide his troops, which route he takes, who he needs to help, how many enemies he has, who he is... Every step he has calculated.
The supervisor once said that in the world, there are too few people who can compete with me on the chessboard and no winner, and Wei Yuan is one of them.
Every time someone dies in Jingshan City, the fortune that the witch god can borrow will be reduced by a little.
Wei Yuan raised the carving knife and gently stroked the barrier that was as thin as an eggshell, breaking through the barrier of the Witch God.
Yilbu and Uda Pagoda watched Wei Yuan enter the valley with unwilling expression on his face.
Salen Agu and the late Emperor Joan of De looked at this scene, with the former looking calm while the latter looking cold.
……
The altar is dozens of feet tall, only slightly shorter than the mountain.
Wei Yuan looked up and glanced at the towering altar. The stone steps were stacked, with a total of ninety-nine levels. At the end were the gods believed in by the Witch God Cult and the pioneer of the wizard system.
After the Age of Gods and Demons, one of the few super products.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is like a god or a demon.
Wei Yuan withdrew his gaze, raised his foot, and stepped onto the first step.
In an instant, the sky was killing intent and the earth was killing intent. This space was repelling him and targeting him, and terrible pressure was coming.
Wei Yuan paused and stepped onto the second level.
The phantom of the Confucian Saint descends the clear light, offsetting the pressure of heaven and earth.
Wei Yuan held his head up and bowed to the shadow of the Confucian Saint: No!
He summoned the Confucian Saint not to kill the enemy, but to seal the witch god.
Salen Agu encouraged him to use the power of Confucianism to break the barrier in order to weaken the power of Confucianism layer by layer. When he arrived on the altar, how much strength does Confucianism have?
He, Wei Yuan, is not a tool, not just a tool that carries the souls of Confucian saints and heroes.
On the contrary, Wei Yuan is the one who seals the witch god in this life.
Confucian sages are his tools.
Level 2, Level 3, Level 4...
After level 20, every step Wei Yuan took, a crack appeared in his body. The immortal body of a high-ranking martial artist repaired the terrible wound and barely maintained his balance.
After level 50, Wei Yuan was like a pieced together porcelain man, with cracks all over his body, including his elegant and handsome face.
He finally stopped, not knowing whether he was exhausted or was suppressed and could no longer move forward.
If you don’t surpass the grade, you will be a mortal after all. What’s the difference between you and an ants?
The ethereal sigh came, as if it came from the ancient times.
With this voice, Pei Mo Neng's power surged, and the heaven and earth worked together to strangle Wei Yuan.
There are two paths in front of Wei Yuan. The first path is to use the power of Confucian saints to reach the top. As for this hard-won heroic soul after reaching the top, only God knows whether this hard-won heroic soul or whether it has the remaining power to seal the witch god.
The second way is to turn around and leave, and retreat with the Dafeng army.
……
God, so majestic...
Wei Yuan murmured, a dusty past broke through the blockade of memory.
Forty years ago, when Joan of Arc was still in power, a tragic war broke out in the three northeastern prefectures.
The witch god descended to the oracle, destroyed Dafeng, and seized luck. At that time, the Three Kingdoms of Northeast China mobilized 200,000 troops to capture the three prefectures of Xiang, Jing and Yu. They were slaughtered every three days, and the elderly, weak, women and children were not kept, and the people of Dafeng were slaughtered like lowly grass.
There is no one in a hundred miles, and the dead bones are buried in the mountains and fields.
More cruel and violent than the demon man.
To this day, that battle is still a shadow in the hearts of the old man who had experienced war chaos back then.
It was also the battle that in the following ten years, the imperial court held 100,000 troops in the three prefectures, and the people would rather be refugees than return to their hometowns. They were really afraid of being beaten by the Witch God Sect.
Afterwards, the court recreated the Huang Book and found that Xiangzhou, Jingzhou and Yuzhou had thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, nine out of ten families were empty, and the people who died in that war were millions.
Wei Yuan, his ancestral home is Yuzhou.
Only one young man survived in the Wei family.
The past comes to my mind, and now he is no longer the boy in blue clothes of the past. Wei Yuan laughed wildly:
Looking back for forty years, the country has hated and family has been in the present.Now, I want to know whether God can trap me, an ant.
He was wearing a blue dress and climbed up the stairs, and the cage of the heaven and dungeon was like a decoration.
Level 99, reaching the top in one go.
Standing in front of the witch god sculpture is a broken human form.
Wei Yuan sneered disdainfully: It seems that God is nothing more than that.
Recently, at the age of 4,800, only two people in the Central Plains human race have ascended to the Witch God Cult.
A Confucian saint a thousand two hundred years ago.
Wei Yuan a thousand two hundred years later.
Only these two people.
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The great wizard Salen Agu sighed, Wei Yuan, the witch god is reviving, and the general trend is in progress.The Central Plains are now in decline and Confucianism is weak, making it difficult to become a climate.The luck is lost, and supervision is no longer at its peak.Why do you have to be a chariot with a mantis arm?
After saying that, his fingertips gently slid across his wrist, allowing the blood to flow, and pinched the seal with his hands, and the sound was like a bell, spreading throughout the world: He offered sacrifices to the witch god.
Beside him, Yierbu and Udabaota looked serious, each cutting their wrists and pinching the same hand gestures.
The wrists of the three high-quality wizards were bleeding, and the blood was like a thread, but it did not drip, but turned into a crimson glow, drifting towards the altar in the distance, towards the sculpture of the witch god.
Blood sacrifice!
The blood sacrifice method of the Witch God Sect.
Hearing the voice of the great wizard, the wizards who saw this scene understood that the Witch God Sect was already at a critical moment of life and death.
Hundreds of wizards left the battlefield one after another, cutting their wrists without hesitation, pinching magic tricks with their hands, like a witch god offering sacrifices to themselves.
Nalan Yan felt his body temperature gradually cool, and his vitality passed with blood, turning into crimson light, floating towards the valley, and merging into the sculpture that was worshipped by the wizards for thousands of years.
You, the soldiers of the Central Plains Dafeng, are you afraid of death? I, the Witch God Sect, are greedy for life and afraid of death?
The Witch God Cult has ruled the northeast for more than 4,000 years, but has never been beaten so embarrassed.
Even if you die today, you will be defeated by Wei Yuan and Dafeng.
On his dying moment, Nalan Yan suddenly turned his head and looked at Xi Qingyi, remembering his father who died in the Battle of Shanhaiguan.
Unexpectedly, father and son died at the hands of the same person.
Nalan Yan slowly closed his eyes and passed away quietly.
One by one, the wizards fell down and turned into haggard mummies. They died silently, but there were no complaints or regrets.
Their will was integrated into the sculpture of the Witch God, which was the last resistance of the Witch God Cult, which was the curse issued by the wizards to Wei Yuan and the Confucian Saints.
……
Click...
On the altar, the sculpture of the witch god appeared cracks and fine stone chips burst out.
A stream of black smoke penetrated the middle of the sculpture's eyebrows, covering the sky, blocking the sun, blocking the blue sky, turning the day into night.
In a short while, this black mist covered Jingshan City with a radius of hundreds of miles, rolling endlessly, like a storm.
An ordinary man splattered with blood three feet in anger, and the emperor scattered millions of corpses in anger.
What if the gods are angry?
The soldiers survived again. A few surviving people around Jingshan City raised their heads and looked at the black fog above their heads in horror.
The black fog suddenly collapsed, as if it were sky-turning, and condensed into a tall black shadow over the altar, with blurred faces.
The person who dared to look directly at the shadow died suddenly on the spot.
The black shadow of a hundred feet confronts the phantom of a hundred feet, like two giants who created the world.
Confucian saint!
In the dark shadow, a huge and ethereal voice came, like anger, hatred, and sigh.
With this sound, the sky was filled with thunder and the wind and clouds changed color.A terrible storm has come.
You will regret it.
A vague and grand voice came again.
Wei Yuan knew that this sentence was said to him.
He remained silent, turned his head, looked at the battlefield in the distance, fighting for the great Feng soldiers.
These soldiers who died in the territory of the Witch God Cult, as well as the old soldiers who died in the Battle of Shanhaiguan, sacrificed their lives and wrapped their bodies for them. In the final analysis, there are only four words: for the country and the people.
I, Wei Yuan, brought them to die, for these four words?
The black shadow is high above and overlooks indifferently, like a god looking down at the people and ants.
The black shadow raised his hand and pressed his fingers gently.
It is certainly terrible when a god is angry, but what qualifications do ordinary people have to experience the anger of the gods? For gods, they are just an existence that can be killed with just a finger.
What is the difference between it and ant?
The sound of bone shattering sounded, and the attack of the gods had not arrived yet, and the power had broken Wei Yuan's bones.
His spine bent suddenly, as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulder, and it was hard to raise his head any longer.
At this time, Wei Yuan was like porcelain that was about to fall apart, with cracks everywhere.
This scene is very similar to when the Buddhist battle, the golden body method forced Xu Qi'an to kneel down.
At this moment, he seemed to hear Xu Qi'an's roar and the roars of tens of thousands of people in the capital.
Wei Yuan's eyes suddenly burst out with light, clear and clear.
In my life, I do not respect God, worship Buddha, and believe in the king, just for the people.
If the gods are not kind, they are my enemies.
Wei Yuan straightened his body little by little, his bones were broken, including his spine. At this time, he could straighten his back, probably because he had some beliefs to support him.
In Jiuzhou today, few people know why the Confucian saint sealed the witch god.
Few people know why Emperor Gaozu went back on his word back then.
Few people know that in ancient times, the Witch God eroded the Central Plains and cut off the fortune of the human race.
He Wei Yuan did not want the backbone of civilization to collapse, nor did he want the Central Plains people to bow their heads to be slaves for generations.
The god's angry fingers condensed and fell from the sky.
He raised his hand tremblingly, holding the carving knife in his hand, and the red blood flowed like water.
A hand stretched out from behind and held the carving knife with him.
At some point, the huge phantom, a hundred feet tall, had disappeared. It appeared behind Wei Yuan, as if it was the most solid backer of this hero who came thousands of years later.
Wei Yuan's hands no longer trembled.
There were Confucian saints a thousand years ago, and there were Wei Yuan a thousand years later!
The scholar was full of energy and was angry and roared at the Witch God:
Your witch god wants to erode my great fortune and to cut off my Central Plains human race. Have you asked me Wei Yuan!
Wei Yuan held the sword of the Religious Sage and handed it forward gently.
The carving knife bursts with dazzling light.
More than 1,200 years have passed since the last time the Religious Saint made a sword.
This knife spans thousands of years.
There is no such stunning sword light in the world, nor such ostentatious spirit.
Power beyond the grade exploded over the altar.
The sky collapsed.
The black shadow condensed by the witch god collapsed inch by inch, disintegrating into terrible fluctuations that swept the world.
This force swept across the hills and flattened the hills; it swept across the ocean and set off a tsunami; it swept across the city, and the city turned into ruins.
Nangong Qianrou took the lead and led the heavy cavalry to retreat, her eyes were red and her face was distorted.
Adopted Father, you will definitely survive.
Zhang Kaitai and other Jin Luo and Gao Pin Wufu were also on the run and were in a competition with the death row.
Everyone was running away and fled in a panic way.
It took a long time to go away, and wherever it passed, it was razed to the ground.
The Witch God Cult's Headquarters, Jingshan City, has since become history.
Only the altar, which was sealed by the Confucian Saint and the power of the witch god, was preserved in this destructive wave.
Wei Yuan stood proudly on the altar, wearing ragged blue clothes.
Why……
In the void, a misty sound came, but it was no longer grand.
The phantom of the Confucian Saint behind him stepped into the sculpture of the witch god in one step, and the cracked gaps were repaired by themselves.
The Witch God was sealed again.
Why?
Wei Yuan turned around tiredly and looked at the Central Plains. He became famous in the 6th year of Yuanjing, repelled the barbarian cavalry and became the upstart in Dafeng.
Then he made plans in the Shanhaiguan Battle and won this great battle that changed the pattern of Jiuzhou.
Then he abolished his cultivation and entered the temple, confronted many parties in the court, and suppressed the officials with the body of eunuchs.Glory, merit, and power are in your hands and are extremely brilliant.
Throughout his life, there are many things that political enemies have been studying for half their lives but still cannot understand.
No children, no family, alone.
The eunuchs regard gold, silver and wealth as spiritual pillars, and he also regard them as dirt.
After decades of ups and downs in officialdom, can you really have no desires or desires?
Wei Yuan's eyes seemed to penetrate thousands of mountains and rivers, and he saw the sub-sacred temple on the top of Qingyun Mountain, the stone tablet standing in the hall, and the four crooked sentences.
Why?
Wei Yuan said softly: Establish your mind for heaven and earth, establish your destiny for the living and the people, carry forward your unique knowledge for the past sages, and bring peace to the ages.
He closed his eyes and never opened them again.
……
In the autumn of the 37th year of Yuan Jing, Wei Yuan led an army of 100,000 to capture the Witch God Cult and sealed the Witch God.
Jingshan City turned into ruins, and hundreds of thousands of creatures were wiped out.
This is the first time in history that the Iron Cavalry of the Central Plains human race has stepped on the Witch God Cult's General Assembly.
Leave a name in history.
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