"Moon God, what are you doing?"

In the square, the star soul behind the moon god looked angry and full of reluctance.

The moon god turned around, looked at the Star Soul, and said in a secret voice: "Star Soul, you should know that your body cannot bear the next tricks."

"You don't have to worry about it." Xinghun replied in a secret voice. He has always been smooth sailing with his peers because of his talent since childhood. Xinghun, who was one of the two major guardians of the Yin and Yang family, was arrogant and had never suffered such a big loss.

"It doesn't matter how you are. But if you lose face from the Yin-Yang family here, it has something to do with me. Besides, you don't want to become like that in front of everyone!"

After the moon god finished speaking, a hint of fear appeared on Xinghun's face, and the true energy in his body calmed down, straightened his body, no longer a warning posture.

The moon god ignored the star soul, turned around, and looked at Zhang Liang opposite him again.

At this moment, the third Confucian leader had more incisions in his clothes, which were messy, but he stood in the wind, his posture was graceful and his independence and pride had a unique elegance.

"The Lord of Lingxu Sword is indeed extraordinary. The Yin-Yang Family lost in this game. But if I read it correctly, the one Zhang San’s boss just used the secret magic sword Lingxiao Sword of the Taoist Tianzong. I wonder how the Third Master of Confucianism could use the Taoist secret?"

Ying Ziyi smiled and the moon god asked back, which seemed casual, but it contained evil intentions. Judging from the hierarchy in the great villain system, the Divine Sword Lingxiao True Art definitely belongs to the martial arts of the heavenly level, and is the secret of not being passed down in the sect. A Confucian disciple is the secret of not being passed down by the Jingtong Family, and the meaning of this is much more interesting to me.

Sure enough, after the moon god finished speaking, whether it was the great scholars behind Prince Fusu or the Confucian disciples on Xiaoshengxianzhuang, they all revealed a strange look on their faces and frowned.

But Fu Nian looked as usual, and Yan Lu even had a calm and tolerant expression. But they understood that the little sage village, which was in a turbulent situation, seemed to be in trouble again.

"In the past, Liang traveled around the world and received guidance from Taoist masters." Zhang Liang didn't say much, and he seemed to have no interest in the detailed explanation of the moon god.

With the long sword back to the sheath, Zhang Liang walked out of the field, clasped his fists at the crowd watching the battle, Fu Nian nodded, and Zhang Liang returned to the crowd, beside Ying Ziyi.

Zhang Liang asked softly: "Your Highness, everyone thought Zifang would lose, why didn't Your Highness think so?"

Good guy, Ying Ziyi said in his heart. It seems that Zhang Liang was still paying attention to the situation here while fighting. It seems that Zhang Liang saw the action he had stopped Fu Nian just now.

"Who is Zifang Yan Zhang Liang?"

Ying Ziyi's words made Zhang Liang a little confused. What exactly does this mean?

Ying Ziyi saw Zhang Liang's confusion, and he was so excited that he could show this expression.

"Please ask your prince for advice."

"Zhang Liang has no choice but to make plans and unparalleled strategies. If he is not sure, how could he draw out the Lingxu sword?"

Zhang Liang was quite surprised. Looking at Ying Ziyi, what he didn't expect was that the one who knew him best was the prince of the empire, the infamous Ying Ziyi in the world.

Zhang Liang was complicated in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged. Looking at his senior brother Yan Lu’s fingers, he had quietly walked into the field.

The Moon God has not left since he entered the square just now.

The moon god was solemn and his whole body was filled with a sacred aura. Yan Lu looked calm and peaceful.

The two have completely different temperaments. Yan Lu bowed slightly and said, "Yan Lu, the second leader of Confucianism, asked for advice!"

After Yan Lu finished speaking, a tide-like black shadow surged out from the feet of the moon god, and quickly swallowed everything around him until the last ray of light disappeared from Yan Lu's vision.

At this moment, it seemed that the whole world had disappeared.

Peng, a bright yellow flame appeared between Yan Lu and the moon god, reflecting this strange space.

"Is this an illusion?" Yan Lu looked around and smiled.

"That's right." The Moon God's voice was indifferent and cold: "Here, you will experience the pain deep in your heart. No matter how strong the will is, you cannot stay out of the world."

"Is that right?" Yan Lu smiled, but there was not much fluctuation.

"What's going on with these two people?"

Outside the square, everyone was surprised to see Yan Lu and Yue Shen who were motionless, what were these two people doing?

"It takes time to prepare and launch the illusion. It seems that the moon god enters the square early, so he is really far-sighted!" Zhang Liang sighed slightly, a little worried about his senior brother. "But why did she use such dangerous means?"

It would be fine if the enemy was just a poor guy. Yan Lu had a high level of cultivation and used illusion to deal with him, the risk was extremely high!

No one here knows the current situation of Moon God than Ying Ziyi. She attracts demons into her heart and practices extreme. At this moment, although Moon God's appearance still looks like the past and is sacred and inviolable, if she really starts with a master like Yan Lu, she will probably be exposed.

In the illusion, darkness is as old as before.

Waves of invisible attacks were quietly launched, but the moon god was a little surprised, but Fu Nian on the opposite side still had a calm expression, as if the means of attacking people's hearts were useless to him.

"Interesting." The Moon God's mouth raised slightly and said, "This is the first time I have encountered such a situation in an illusion. There are only two explanations. One is that you have cultivated to the state of ruthlessness and desirelessness, but this is not something that a mortal can do. Then there is only another one left. Your heart is as stable as a rock. Sitting forgot to contain light. I didn't expect that after a hundred years, someone will practice the method of sitting forgot to such an extent. What I didn't expect was that this person was still a disciple of Confucianism."

For more than ten years, Yan Lu has lived under Fu Nian, and all the light has been covered by Fu Nian, but he has no dissatisfaction with all this, nor has he complained about it at all.

Yan Lu smiled and said, "The morning begins again, that's all."

The moon god sneered, "To put it this way, the two Confucian leaders have a very good relationship with Taoism! The people in the Ren Sect should not have this ability. In this way, they should be the guys in the Tian Sect who are ill-intentioned?"

"Mr. Moon God, you have too much obsession."

The moon god seemed to have equated this matter with the conspiracy of Tianzong in his heart, but Yan Lu did not agree.

"Whether Confucianism or Taoism, harmony but different. I have been guided by Taoist predecessors and have benefited a lot." Yan Lu looked at the moon god's appearance and his eyes slid down. At this moment, the sacredness is no longer there, but there is a hint of charm between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Although the Yin-Yang family takes a different sword, it is to surpass the limits of the heavens and will not enter the evil path after all. However, I did not expect that the Moon God of the Yin-Yang family, the great witch who Qin Emperor trusts the most, would secretly practice such evil techniques!"

Yan Lu looked at the moon god with a hint of surprise at the corner of his eyes.

"Whether evil or righteous, I have no choice now." The moon god's voice turned soft and charming, as if it were ****, penetrated people's hearts. But Yan Lu heard a trace of regret and helplessness from it.

The figure of the moon god gradually disappeared, the burning flame disappeared, and the surroundings returned to darkness.

In the darkness, there were some very charming eyes that appeared.

It is charming, weird and even a little scary.

In Yan Lu's heart, all the scenes of the past seemed to have no secrets under those eyes.

This does not mean that the moon god detective Yan Lu passed by, but it is precisely a certain emotional resonance.

The cold wind in the north is the coldest, the soldiers are sharp, the black flag is surging, and the iron cavalry is roaring.

The sun sets in the long smoke and sun, on the battlefield, the tide of black cavalry surged in waves, destroying all the threats on the battlefield.

Blood intertwined, and the bloody aura spread to every corner. The remaining red-armored soldiers were seriously injured and moaned and wailed in the pile of corpses. The soldier on the horse had no expression on his face, and his long spear pierced obliquely, which instantly ended the soldier's life.

The red color of blood dyed the entire sky red, and everything became chaotic and unclear. The only eye-catching thing was the big flag with black background cloud pattern. There was a big word Qin embroidered on it!

The perspective changed, and the black armored soldiers of more than ten times were surrounding the remaining soldiers. Unlike the dark tide in the sky, the Red Armored Army, which was curled up in the corner and only a small group of people, would be extinguished at all times. However, the Qin army did not attack for the time being, and seemed to be waiting for something?

Looking forward, the red soldiers faced the destined ending, but there was no trace of fear on their faces. They held the Long Ge Sword tightly and fought for a long time, and the sweat on their bodies had long dried up. Their faces were pale and the corners of their mouths were cracked. At this moment, their faces were sad, but they had no power to cry.

What Qin Jun was waiting for soon had an answer. It was a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes. After his hands were put on his back, the corners of his mouth slightly opened, as if he was talking about something?

After the man finished speaking, the leaders of the Red Armored Army sighed to the sky: The thousand-year-old Zhou is about to perish today! Lu Buwei, as Zhou ministers, we will not surrender to Qin!

The man's words surrounded his ears, which were particularly clear. After that, these pictures disappeared one by one, shattered into pieces, surrounding Yan Lu. The fragments turned into light and rushed towards Yan Lu, as if they were to tear him apart.

In addition to the huge power and strong determination contained in the light, Yan Lu felt a hint of desolation and sadness inexplicably.

The illusion disappeared, but in reality, a tear flowed out from the corner of Yan Lu's eyes.

Both of them returned to reality from the illusion, but Yan Lu held the light in his hand and bowed: "My Moon God, Yan Lu lost."

"What?"

Everyone present was very surprised. Why did Yan Lu admit defeat after these two stood for a while?

The Moon God did not speak or respond, and turned around and planned to leave.

"Master Moon God." Yan Lu stopped him, "I just said that Master Moon God was too paranoid, and this was Yan Lu's mistake. Master Moon God's will and courage are beyond Yan Lu's reach."

It is as gentle as the wind, and as gentle as spring.

The pure smile that infects people's hearts seemed to be able to melt people. But the moon god just glanced at it, leaving Yan Lu with a back view, and returned to the side of Gongzi Fusu.

Yan Lu was not angry, and came to Ying Ziyi and others. He first greeted Ying Ziyi, but said to Fu Nian: "Sorry, senior brother of the sect, I lost."

Fu Nian was not angry. He had been with this junior brother for more than ten years. Fu Nian understood his temper very well.

Yan Lu looks like a good man, but in fact he is introverted. How amazing is the sharpness contained under that long sword? Fu Nian is very clear. Once Yan Lu intends to do something seriously, he will never give up halfway and will not easily give up.

If he admits losing, it must be something. Yan Lu believes that he is not as good as the Moon God.

Fu Nian patted his shoulder and said, "Junior brother, don't blame yourself."

Yan Lu smiled and answered in the crowd.

Fusu and others looked at Ying Ziyi's side. It was not that he was waiting for Ying Ziyi's opening remarks. It was just the candidates for the third game, Fu Nian and Xiaomeng, were both on Ying Ziyi's side at this moment.

The relationship between Xiaomeng and Ying Ziyi seems to be a little unclear. The men under Gongzi Fusu seem to be a little worried at this moment, will Xiaomeng let go?

"I have always wanted to learn about Fu Nian, you created the Saint King sword technique," Xiaomeng said, and in his tone, he looked like a teacher taught his juniors.

But Fu Nian was always obsessed with a disciple's courtesy and was extremely respectful. "Master Xiaomeng said this, but Fu Nian was disrespectful."

"Let's wait." At this time, Ying Ziyi spoke out and stopped him.

However, the eyes of the crowd were all focused on Ying Ziyi, but he heard him say, "You two are masters among the masters. If you really fight, it would not be so easy to end."

If a master like Fu Nian Xiaomeng fights, if he really wants to be more and more serious, he will decide the winner. He has to fight for thousands of rounds, three days and three nights.

"It's getting late. I think you might as well choose another way, let's compare the high and low!" Ying Ziyi looked at the big scholar who was disgusting the sluggishness of the competition, shook his head straight at the big scholar beside him.

"I don't know what the Crown Prince said?" Fu Nian asked with his hand.

"Stone scissors and cloth." Ying Ziyi said a method that neither the knowledgeable scholars present nor the well-known alchemist who were very knowledgeable had ever heard of.

After Ying Ziyi told the rules of the stone scissors step, everyone's foreheads were covered with black lines.

What a joke! How can I play like this! What do you think of the election as the chief of my Confucianism?

The great scholar around Fusu was about to object, but Xiaomeng smiled on her face. "Just do it like this!"

"But Master Xiaomeng..." Fusu was about to dissuade him, but he didn't expect that Fu Nian said to Ying Ziyi with a embarrassed look on his face and said, "Your Highness, this method is very strange. Is it... change to another one?"

Fu Nian, who had always been majestic, was a little embarrassed at this moment.

Just kidding, if the disciples of the Xiaoshengshen Zhuang present saw their master with his arms wide open and a young girl guessing Ding Ke, it would be more than just a loss of fame! This would be a loss of fame!

"If Master Fu Nian has any concerns, then the prince will take action himself!"

Ying Ziyi had no worries at all. He waved his hands and said, "Xiaomeng, I want to fight you, whoever loses will take off his clothes...ah, no, it is surrender." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!