"Eight-part Heavenly Dragon Escape, one thought transforms all dharmas!"
Fahai's One Thought Flying Technique was used to hunt down the third-grade monster, but the speed was too slow. So he simply used the eight-part Tianlong Escape, which he had just learned, and borrowed the power of the eight-part True Dragon to blend into the heaven and earth, all laws and all things, and quietly
Silently and quickly chasing the Red Emperor in the direction of his escape.
Passing through thousands of mountains and rivers, just as Fahai was rushing to catch up, he suddenly heard a familiar poem chanting from ten miles ahead.
"The ghost valley spreads the fire, the dragon's blood lights up the beautiful seal. The heavenly scroll opens the holy path, and the Confucian scholar kills the king~"
"The Confucian killed the sky?! He's not dead yet?" Fa Hai heard the sound and hurriedly speeded up and dived towards the source of the sound. He found a hiding place with an excellent view, hid his body with one thought and concentrated his vision.
Looking over from a distance.
In a deserted valley, with the setting sun shining, the Confucian scholar Shi Tian, dressed in a blood-shirt and holding an ancient scroll, was standing proudly against the wind, blocking the path of Red Emperor and Chu Zhongtian.
What surprised Fahai was not only the Guigu Confucian who came back from the dead and appeared in Buzhou, but also Chu Zhongtian.
Only half an hour has passed since Fahai chased the two Red Emperors. Chu Zhongtian, who originally had only one head left, has strangely recovered as before. Although his body looks a little weak, Fahai has to sigh again.
The demons and gods have become real and defy the heavens.
When he thought of this, Fahai really wanted to show up immediately and give Chu Zhongtian a hard blow, but his eight-part Tianlong Seal was too loud to use and could not be used instantly. With the advanced cultivation of the Red Emperor,
With Chu Zhongtian's perverted physique, if he just wanted to escape, Fa Hai would not be sure of killing him with one blow.
Coupled with the fact that there was another Confucian scholar who was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe, Fahai felt that it was not too late to observe first before making any comments.
"Chu Zhongtian, a Confucian scholar, repays virtue with virtue and repays grievance with straightness. The hatred that was gnawed at the heart of the ghost world in the past is now settled together!"
Just when Fa Hai was hesitating, the Confucian scholar Shi Tian had already spoken, his tone was cold and vast, neither quick nor slow.
Confucianism has always emphasized etiquette before fighting. Although Confucianists were full of murderous intentions, they were not eager to take action.
"Haha, have a generation of Confucians actually learned to take advantage of others' danger?" Chu Zhongtian heard this, but he just smiled sarcastically, took a step forward without fear, and was already facing the Confucian Killing Heaven.
"Monster, thanks to you, I failed the trial. Although I obtained the exquisite heart of the seven orifices in my clan and resurrected it, I am no longer qualified to inherit our clan's name of killing the sky. The one standing in front of you now is Guigu Hanshilin.
One disabled scholar - Feng Wuxin. I will kill you today, firstly for my personal grudges, and secondly to rectify the name of my clan." Confucian Feng Wuxin's tone is still calm, but his murderous intention is even stronger. There is a trace of blood on the gold mask.
Her autumn-like eyes shone with rainbow light.
It is said that if the heart has seven orifices and is exquisite, its eyes will be filled with rainbow light and can see through all the glitz and glamor in the world. If you practice with this heart, you can achieve the goal of heaven in less than a hundred years.
"You are a pedant. You talk a lot of nonsense. Since you have come all the way to die, today I, Chu Zhongtian, will accept your seven-orificed exquisite heart, just to make up for the loss."
Chu Zhongtian, who had been tortured to death by Fahai, was filled with evil fire. He was shouted at by a monster by his defeated general that day, and his heart was already extremely angry. The evil fire and suffocation poured into the Confucian in front of him.
His body shape changed and he turned into the body of a demon god. When the bat's wings stretched out, he grabbed the Confucian's chest with one claw.
A brazen claw. There is no trick, but it avoids all evil spirits and is unstoppable.
Chu Zhongtian is a leader in the Taoist sect, he is the head of many families, and he has many magical weapons. But at this moment, he is so angry that he just wants to kill the person in front of him in the most direct and brutal way, and let out the evil in his heart.
"!"
The Confucian scholar Feng Wuxin was already on guard. Chu Zhongtian transformed in an instant, and Feng Wuxin flew back a hundred feet. He raised the Dragon-Slaying Holy Scroll, absorbing all the spirits of heaven and earth within a hundred miles, and turned it into a golden palace.
Wuxin is firmly protected in it. Although this palace is transformed by spiritual energy and is originally an illusion, it looks like it is made of gold. It has carved beams and painted buildings, and is so magnificent that it can almost be confused with the real one.
As soon as an expert takes action, he will know if there is one. Both are fifth-grade cultivators, and they are also the spirit that commands heaven and earth. The appearance of this golden house of Confucian Feng Wuxin is enough to throw away dozens of half-hearted fifth-grade monks in the southern states.
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After a muffled thunderous roar, golden shavings flew everywhere, and Chu Zhongtian's unstoppable grasp only shattered a few pieces of broken tiles.
"!"
Just when Chu Zhongtian was blocked by the golden house, the sacred dragon-slaying scroll in the Confucian's hand rose again, and the golden house suddenly decomposed into tens of thousands of golden flying swords, which shot at Chu Zhongtian's huge demon god's body like a storm.
superior.
In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and Chu Zhongtian was like a cow that had been slaughtered by a butler. Except for his huge head, which was still indestructible, there was no trace of flesh left on his body.
When masters compete with each other, if one move is wrong, the whole game will be lost.
Chu Zhongtian was defeated because he underestimated the Confucian scholar Feng Wuxin, and his slight carelessness led to endless tragedy.
Although Feng Wuxin was Chu Zhongtian's defeated general, you must know that Feng Wuxin, who was in the Netherworld Fantasy Land at that time, before facing Chu Zhongtian, was fighting with Minglong and the young heroes of various factions who were trying to seize the treasure on his own.
And he still had the upper hand.
Even if Chu Zhongtian killed Feng Wuxin in the end, it was by surprise and risking his life with his immortal body, rather than by absolute strength.
At this moment, Chu Zhongtian lost, but even if he lost, he was still the unkillable Chu Zhongtian and the invincible Lin Danda.
"Ah! I was careless!"
The huge head roared, and Chu Zhongtian's skeleton-like body flew away. On the way back, the flesh and blood all over his body grew strangely and rapidly again.
"!"
But the Confucian seemed to have known that Chu Zhongtian had this move, and did not dare to be careless. He chanted softly, unfolded the holy scroll, and a bright light fell from the sky. The Confucian took the holy light in his hand, rose into the air, and lifted up the Holy Spirit with his fingertips.
The light moved with his body, and a finger of skylight glanced at Chu Zhongtian's head, which was flying back.
"Tian'er!"
Although the Confucians chased and killed quickly, they were not faster than the Red Emperor who was always concerned about the situation of the battle.
Before, the Red Emperor had always been wary of Chu Zhongtian's surprisingly strong male self-esteem and had not come to help, but now he could not care so much.
The red shadow flashed, and the Red Emperor appeared on Chu Zhongtian's retreat. He raised his hand, and with a seemingly careless finger, all the Confucian's killing blows were scattered. The sky-killing light returned instantly.
none.
"Pfft~"
No matter how powerful Confucian Feng Wuxin's magical powers were, he was still at the fifth level of cultivation. In front of the Red Emperor, who was at the third level of cultivation, he immediately shrank. His body flew back a hundred feet and barely stood still. Then his body swayed and he vomited a mouthful of blood with a pop.
The Confucian vomited blood, but it was the Red Emperor who was surprised. Looking at the crumbling Confucian, the Red Emperor's beautiful eyes widened, full of surprise, "How can a mere fifth-grade monk survive even one finger from me, the Red Emperor?"
"Hong'er, kill him. The dragon-slaying clan in China is the most mysterious and difficult to deal with. If he doesn't die, there will be endless troubles!"
Just a few breaths before the Confucian retreated and vomited blood, Chu Zhongtian's flesh and blood had returned to its original state again. He took out a Taoist robe from somewhere and put it on his body. Although his face became paler, his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"In this case, let him die." Although the Red Emperor did not take Chu Zhongtian's concerns seriously, he was accustomed to being obedient to Chu Zhongtian, and with a raised hand, he wanted to send the Confucian on his way.
At this moment, a breeze suddenly blew by from the horizon. Elegant poems came with the wind.
"A fan gently shakes the air of a gentleman, and ten smiling phoenix chicks fight against the crouching dragon. Turn over the hands of hundreds of springs and autumns, and see the rise and fall of the ages..."
Following the clear chant, a middle-aged Confucian scholar holding a folding fan seemed to be singing from the void. He walked slowly towards the palace, and came to the front of Chu Zhongtian and the two of them with three swaying steps. He looked relaxed and comfortable.
, as if this is not a cruel battlefield for monks, but an elegant academy for scholars.
"A gentle fan blowing the air of a gentleman... Han Shilin's elegance and elegance?!" Chu Zhongtian's eyes suddenly condensed.
"Third-grade cultivator from China?!" Chidi's expression was equally heavy. Although she didn't know who Feng Zhongru was, she saw him coming from the void. He looked like he was wandering in the void, looking into the heavens. Although there was no daoist silk floating behind him,
The light of Buddhist wisdom did not arise in the back of his head, but he knew that the cultivation level of those who came after him would never be lower than the third level.
Wen Yizaidao said that the third-grade monks in China are not like the four emperors of the Shenyao Dynasty in Buzhou. They are all people of inquiry. Even if the Red Emperor is a big demon from Hezhou, he would not dare to have the slightest contempt, let alone
Now that she was injured, it was not easy to protect Chu Zhongtian in front of the other party, even if she risked her life.
"It's actually him?!" Fahai, who had been hiding all this time, was also shocked when he heard the poem chanting.
Confucianism advocates the value of peace, so Confucian monks rarely participate in battles in the world of cultivation. Even if they do, they mostly do so with courtesy first and then with military force.
Poetry comes first before people appear, which is the embodiment of the Confucian concept. The purpose is to make opponents retreat after hearing the sound, so as to avoid unnecessary killing. However, for the dragon-slaying clan who are aliens in Confucianism, reciting poetry is as good as
The Taoist Immeasurable God, like the Buddhist Amitabha, is just an opening statement.
A fan gently shakes the wind of a gentleman, ten smiling phoenix chicks fight against the crouching dragon. Turn over the spring and autumn of hundreds of dynasties, and see the rise and fall of the ages. These few lines of poetry are the favorite words of the Chinese dragon-slaying clan, the ghost valley, the cold scholar, and the scholar Fengya in recent years.
Opening remarks.
Hanshilin is one of the four forests in Guigu, and Hanshilin Daru is the master of Hanshilin.
Guigu Hanshilin, Fangshilin, Leshilin, Hermits, these four forests are equivalent to the four courtyards of Dalin Temple.
Therefore, this Feng Yasong is also a very important figure in Gui Valley, and he is one of the few great scholars in Gui Valley who walks in the world of cultivation, and his experience is very legendary.
The poem "Ode to Fengya" was originally written by a scholar from a poor family thousands of years ago, but he was arrogant. He went to Beijing ten times to take the exam, just to get the top prize. Unfortunately, he was ranked second in the ten rankings. He drunkenly chanted "A talented man comes to study,
Come and see the flowers bloom, and you will see me when you open the door, I am the number one scholar” has become a long-lasting joke.
Therefore, Feng Yasong, who was resentful towards the court, angrily entered the Han Shilin in Guigu and spread the world's poor scholars, specifically to oppose the emperor. What's more, Feng Yasong studied Confucian law and hated evil as much as hatred.
Cruel, it caused several bloody storms in the world of cultivation, and countless souls died under the "Sorrow of the Emperor" sword.
It wasn't until later that Feng Yasong's archrival, Qin Wuxin, who ranked first in the top ten rankings, that is, the current prime minister, Qin Lingyun's father, who held a grand ceremony at Jixia Academy, personally came forward to ask for a fight, and finally stopped his murderous behavior.
After taking away his magical weapon, which was the "Emperor's Sorrow" of the Dragon Slaying Clan, Qin Wuwei gave him the "Gentleman's Style" of Jixia Academy in order not to hurt the harmony of the Confucian family.
At this point, Fengya Song, who failed in both civil and military affairs, went into hiding and cultivated his moral character. When he reappeared in the world of cultivation, he was already a Han scholar, and his behavior style had also changed a lot. However, for some reason, his cultivation has remained the same for nearly a thousand years.
Stopped at the third level.
Therefore, Feng Yasong is also the forest owner with the lowest level among the four forests in Guigu.
The reason why Fahai paid attention to Feng Yasong was not because he was interested in him as a person, but because he was very interested in the "gentleman's style" in his hands.
The Wind of a Gentleman was passed down to Yasheng, and is one of the three sacred weapons of Jixia Academy. It embodies the gentleman like the wind. It moves through the grass and grass, and is surrounded by thousands of people. It can subdue people without killing anyone.
Moreover, it is said that the weapon spirit of Junzi Feng is the most interesting weapon spirit in the world.
In Fahai's view, such an interesting instrument of benevolence is simply a huge blessing when it is placed in the hands of Feng Yasong, a great Confucian scholar who advocates "the heaven has no selfish laws, the earth has no selfish feelings, the sun has no selfish shine, and the time has no selfish actions."
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ps: Recently, Parker, the capital is on holiday, and the surrounding black and white people are working overtime, working hard to escort, and they are not paid overtime, so there is no way to deal with it. Alas, in short, I can only write when I have time. (
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