"Great Confucianism, great Confucianism, great master..."
Chen Shaojun murmured to himself. Chen Shaojun never knew that it had eaten so many Confucian and Taoist masters.
In ancient times, many scholars appeared during the heyday of Confucianism and Taoism, but then there was a gap. There were only sages and sages. From then on, each generation became worse than the last. In modern times, there are no more scholars, let alone sages. Chen Shaojun has always listened
Confucianism and Taoism have talked about luck, but they only think of it as a natural change caused by the withering and prosperity of trees.
However, it now sounds like the decline of ancient Confucianism and Taoism is deeply related to these ancient evil thoughts.
If the facts are as it said, after returning from the Confucian Confucian School in disgrace, in order to retaliate, it ate up all the disciples named by the Confucian Scholars, leading to the cessation of the Confucian Scholars' learning, maybe due to the decline of Confucianism and Taoism,
Ancient evil thoughts play a very important role in this head.
"It's too sinister, too vicious..."
Chen Shaojun was trembling with anger, and his fists could not help but be clenched.
Although at the beginning, he only practiced Confucianism and Taoism to increase his mental strength, to serve martial arts, and studied with a purpose. However, along the way, he studied with concentration, and before he knew it, Chen Shaojun had already become a member of Confucianism and Taoism.
If before, in Chen Shaojun's heart, ancient evil thoughts were only a matter between martial arts and Taoism, then now, this is even more a matter between ancient evil thoughts and Confucianism and Taoism.
"No matter what, we must not let it leave here alive!"
Chen Shaojun gritted his teeth fiercely, with a look of determination in his eyes.
Given the cruelty of this ancient evil thought and the inevitable retribution it shows, if it is allowed to leave here, Confucianism and Taoism will not know how to be poisoned by it, and how many great Confucians, great Confucians, and masters will want to harm its poisonous hand.
How many literary scholars will be killed by it.
"This bastard! Evil!"
The ancient elf's hair and beards were trembling and angry. The ancient evil thoughts were more cruel than he imagined.
"Hahaha!"
Seemingly aware of the anger in the two of them, Ancient Evil Thought not only did not feel dissatisfied, but instead became more and more proud.
"Boy, do you think you can compete with me just because you got the Zhuzi's things? The Zhuzi are long gone. I can even eat the Grand Master, let alone a little Confucian like you? Even if you get his
No matter what the thing is, in the end you will die too! No, not just you, all of you will die!"
The ancient evil thoughts laughed loudly, and the sound was extremely violent.
"By the way, you also reminded me of something. You humans have a saying that it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. When I leave here, I must go to that place again. I have eaten so many people
Devils and monsters, but they have never eaten Zhuzi. Although thousands of years have passed and Zhuzi is gone, his bones are still there!"
"If I can't eat Zhuzi, it's not bad to eat his bones. No, there's no point in just eating him. I want to resurrect him, turn him into my puppet, and be enslaved by me forever. Only in this way can I vent my heart.
The anger, hahaha!!”
"You will not succeed, and I will never give you such a chance!"
At this moment, Chen Shaojun suddenly spoke, with a loud voice and clear eyes.
The battle up to now was not only about the life and death of this group of people, but also related to the safety of the entire human world and Confucianism. No matter what, he would never let it succeed.
"Hahaha, why? Just based on the tattered piece of paper left by Zhuzi?"
The ancient evil thoughts laughed, this time it came from above. The dark monster more than 120 meters high appeared above Chen Shaojun's head again, its huge eyes were condescending, full of ridicule.
"What can you do even if you get it? Apart from passive defense, what can you do? I will break your righteousness now, capture you, and kill you all - by the way, speaking of it, I
I also want to thank you for helping me grab that page from Zhuzi’s book!”
With the last sentence, the ancient evil thoughts' gaze suddenly became extremely cruel.
Confucianism! Confucianism!
The thing it hated the most, if it didn't torture that boy severely, how could it be worthy of the pain it had suffered in the past!
"boom!"
Before the voice of the ancient evil thoughts could be heard, the sky was torn apart, and another huge arm like a mountain tore through the sky, crashing down fiercely downwards, hitting the barrier heavily.
The golden light burst out, and without any surprise, the blow was blocked again, but the ancient evil thought didn't seem to care.
"Come on, let me see how many times you can block it!"
The roar of ancient evil thoughts resounded throughout the world, and the next moment, with a roar, the two iron fists that were tens of meters long continued to rain down like a violent storm.
Boom, the raging waves of evil water continued to pour down from the sky, and then hit the ground heavily.
"Boy, all the disciples are not invincible, and they can't protect you. When the energy is exhausted, you will die!"
Whoops, the wind is howling, the air current is turbulent, and the evil and violent dark power keeps coming, and the strong black energy completely drowns the golden light of the barrier.
At this moment, the area where Chen Shaojun is located seems to have turned into a vast ocean, a vast ocean of evil spirits, and Chen Shaojun’s sacred object is a small boat in the ocean. Although it seems to be still strong, the next moment, it may be destroyed at any time.
It was overturned by big waves, turned into pieces, and completely submerged by the ocean.
And one thing the ancient evil thoughts say is right. Although the power of the disciples is extremely powerful and "one scholar can defeat all evils", the attacks of the ancient evil thoughts are by no means ineffective.
From the beginning to the present, with the indiscriminate bombardment of ancient evil thoughts, those evil spirits continue to consume the power of the saints' holy objects, and the golden light on the saints' barrier has become weaker and weaker, although the degree of attenuation is not that great.
Big, but sooner or later it will be completely exhausted by ancient evil thoughts in this way.
And that was the day of Chen Shaojun's death.
Chen Shaojun said nothing, his heart was filled with confusion.
He could clearly feel the violent wind and rain in the outside world, and he could also feel the changes in the auras of the saints' holy objects. However, Chen Shaojun remained motionless. The gap between the two sides was too great, and what he could do was very limited.
At this moment, Chen Shaojun's eyes were all focused on the half piece of the sacred object in his hand.
"How to do it? What should be done?"
Chen Shaojun murmured to himself.
The words on the rice paper were flying and phoenix-shaped, and they were obviously written on the fly. The scholars at that time were able to shock the ancient evil thoughts with just a line of random words, making them escape thousands of miles away, and even in the end they did not dare to seek revenge on him.
But Chen Shaojun is not a scholar, and for a moment, he didn't know what to do.
"No, this is not just a line of words. Zhuzi has already noticed the essence of ancient evil thoughts. Otherwise, he would not take action. Zhuzi's cultivation and power are contained in this line of words. If I can exert Zhuzi's
The artistic conception hidden in it will definitely defeat the ancient evil thoughts."
Chen Shaojun secretly thought in his heart. Time is running out, and there is not much time left for him. Although the various holy objects can still withstand the attack of ancient evil thoughts, even Chen Shaojun does not know how long the various sacred objects can last. He must
Find a way as soon as possible to deal with ancient evil thoughts.
"Master!"
At this time, the ancient elf spoke. He could clearly feel the determination and perseverance in Chen Shaojun's heart, and he could also feel the anxiety in his heart.
"Although I don't know much about Confucianism and Taoism, after all, I was born in ancient times and was fortunate to be at the same time as the other disciples. Confucianism and Taoism are different from our Taoism. Taoism pays attention to one step at a time, deep cultivation step by step, and step by step through one's own cultivation and hard work.
Obtained. But Confucianism and Taoism are different. Although the sacred objects of the various disciples are not owned by the master, as long as the master reaches a certain level and meets the requirements, he can still use the sacred objects of the masters."
The ancient elf spoke.
"But the problem now is that my cultivation level is too low, and it is not enough to exert the power of the sacred objects."
Chen Shaojun opened his mouth and frowned tightly. With his current cultivation level, if placed in the human world, it would be enough to make many people in Confucianism and Taoism stunned. However, it is still far from enough when facing the sacred objects left by the disciples.
If he had reached the level of using the Holy Objects of the Sons, he wouldn't have to go to such trouble at all. He could just throw out the Holy Objects of the Sons and suppress the ancient evil thoughts. There would be no way for it to be allowed to run wild here.
"Then from Young Master's point of view, what is the minimum level required to exert the power of the saints' holy objects?"
The ancient elf said again that this aspect was indeed a blind spot in his knowledge.
"I don't know, but I'm afraid you need to at least reach the master level... No, maybe you can only use the power of the disciples if you reach the grand master level."
Chen Shaojun said, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
In the realm of Confucianism and Taoism, the great Confucian, the great Confucian, the master, the great master, the head of Confucianism, the sage, and then the philosophers. The great Confucian, the master is too far away from the realm of the philosophers, and Chen Shaojun has no confidence that he can use the relics of the philosophers.
As for the power, even the Grand Master was just a guess in Chen Shaojun's mind. Whether it would be effective or not, he was still not sure. Everything was just a guess on his part.
A penny can stump a hero. For Chen Shaojun now, the gap in realm is simply a chasm. It is extremely difficult for him to reach the current realm and approach the master. It is even more difficult to break through to the great master. The momentum is like
Ascend to heaven.
"But I remember that when some of the priests around Princess Jiaoyang met the young master before, they called him the sage and virtuous man, saying that he once wrote sage articles about the world and the world in the human world."
The ancient elf cautiously tried again and said:
"So I thought, since Confucianism and Taoism are considered realms of learning, then do the articles you write count as realms? If not, then that's it. But if they are, how can you say that your realm is not enough?"
boom!
Hearing the words of the ancient elf, Chen Shaojun trembled all over, and immediately stood there, speechless.