"What a strong force! Damn, if my Kong family's Enlightenment Inkstone hadn't disappeared, it wouldn't have been like this!" Kong Wanze's eyes were filled with unwillingness. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He gritted his teeth, the power of the three stars was very difficult under the attack of the Red Flame Demon Emperor, and the collapse of the long river of history was also accelerating! Once it completely collapsed, the Spring and Autumn Pen and the Confucian canon would be greatly damaged, and Kong Wanze would also have to return to his soul!

The most important thing is the Terrans, what will be the fate of the Terrans?

But he had no other choice, because he was the descendant of the Kong family, the Supreme Elder! His duty was to protect the Kong family and the human race!

Even if he dies in battle, he must buy the last time for the Terrans, and there may be other strong ones.

With an awe-inspiring expression, the Heavenly Machine Wheel suddenly turned into a rainbow light and blasted towards the Red Flame Demon Emperor! The power of the five stars surrounded the Heavenly Machine Wheel, shining with incomparably brilliant light.

And the four great holy lords of the southeast, northwest, and northwest were also shooting with holy weapons at this time, and the power of the four stars was also circling in them! The speed of the Eastern Holy Lord's attack was a little slower, and his brows frowned a little painfully.

"I'm waiting for you!" The five demi-saints of the demon clan snorted in unison at this time, and it was also the magic weapon that struck, and they were entangled with the five saints of the human race.

At this time, the saints of the two races also took action one after another, and they actually fought equally, although the human race was stronger, but they were unable to rescue Kong Wanze for the time being.

"Oh no!" All the saints of the human race sank in their hearts at this time, Kong Wanze was already seriously injured, and he couldn't support it for long!

Once he is defeated and dies, and the defense line of the Terran saints collapses, who else can stop the fierce power of the Red Flame Demon Emperor!

Then the demon clan will rise to the sky, as long as Haoran's righteousness is completely wiped out by the demonic qi, then it is the most terrible result.

In the core of the holy land, the eight major sub-saints frowned at the same time, and the holy power on their bodies roared out, and in an instant, a phantom image of a sub-saint was formed.

But at this time, in the depths of the ancient well, there was a sudden sound of wild laughter, and the surging sea of skeleton blood rose again, and the magnificent and terrifying power suddenly bombarded up, and the golden giant net on the ancient well suddenly had a trace of vibration.

"No!" King Wen of Zhou suddenly said in a deep voice.

"Let's take a look!" Zhuangzi continued! The shadow of the sub-saint dispersed, turning into holy light and returning to the eight great sub-saints!

The golden giant net was immediately as stable as a rock, no matter how the powerful existence under the ancient well tossed.

In the sky above the Three Kingdoms of the Terran Race, dark clouds were gathering at this time, and a sad feeling spread throughout the Terran Race! This was a sign that a half-saint powerhouse was about to return to his soul, and the heavens and the earth wept for it.

Perhaps the worst fate of the Terrans will soon become......

"The battle between the two clans and the saint powerhouses, it seems that our human race is tending to have the upper hand!" Yu Yichen was suspended in the air at this time, looking into the distance! With his half-saint level divine soul, he could feel the battle of the highest level between the two clans at this time!

It's just that this kind of battle is just a phantom for him.

Although he was worried, it was not something he could meddle in! A middle-level martial Confucian powerhouse could exert the peak combat power of the Great Confucian, but in a battle at such a level, he could not even be regarded as a scum with infinitely doubled combat effectiveness.

"If the tower keeper or Mr. Xuanqing can join the battle, then the demon clan is probably not an opponent!" Yu Yichen couldn't help but think in his heart! But he also knew that if he wanted to come out to fight in the Holy Demon Tower, it was basically just a fantasy. But the strength of these two people is really unfathomable.

Of course, he can summon some powerful characters, but the remaining Shouyuan is not even a fraction, of course, at this time, without a sub-saint-level character to make a move, no one is useless.

"Even so, I have to do my part for the human race!" Yu Yichen gritted his teeth, and the Heavenly Chosen Wen Palace in his soul suddenly appeared.

When the Heavenly Chosen Wen Palace was in the battle to seize the palace in the Chu State, the loss was extremely large and had begun to burst, and it could not be used at all.

However, no one thought that his technique of stealing the sky and changing the sun would progress so fast that his soul qi could involuntarily turn into talent, nourishing this Wen Palace.

The shattered Heavenly Chosen Wen Palace obediently infiltrated the soul to repair, and after five years, it was finally restored to its original state, and even went to a higher level!

At this time, seeing that the luck of the human race was constantly declining, it was the result of the suppression of Haoran's righteousness, and even the continuous collapse of the long river of history! Yu Yichen is now also a strong man at the level of Confucianism, and he knows a little about many secrets of the human race.

If the righteous qi between heaven and earth cannot be restored, then the decline of the luck of the human race cannot be stopped!

And what Yu Yichen knows, there is exactly one battle poem that can enhance the righteousness of the human race, but with his current strength, how to write it will have to pay a great price, and it is even a little unlikely.

But the situation forced him to have no choice but to try his best to summon the cohesion of the entire human race.

Unity is strength, especially at critical times like these.

A resolute look gradually appeared on his face, and with a stomp of his foot, he activated the small spirit gathering formation around him.

The Martial Palace suddenly disappeared, and Yu Yichen switched to the mode of a scribe! A slight cracking sound suddenly came from the Heavenly Chosen Wen Palace, and then a vigorous pure talent emerged.

At the price of shattering the Heavenly Chosen Wen Palace, he exchanged it for the power infinitely close to the half-saint, and cooperated with the demi-saint-level divine soul to write battle poems.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness...... Lu Yichen wrote slowly with a Chinese pen in his hand, as if it weighed a thousand catties! Five big characters with trembling gold suddenly appeared in the sky, so that this human race could see it.

And these five big golden characters seem to be able to convey some kind of message to the hearts of every human race, which is very magical.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds. The lower is the river, and the upper is the sun and the stars...... "This is the righteous song of Wen Tianxiang on the earth, and it is also the only war poem of the human race that tells the righteousness of Haoran in detail! The first eight sentences are the essence of the whole poem!"

Righteousness, righteousness, righteousness, this is the luck of the world, the luck of the human race. The poems that drive luck are inherently the most terrifying and difficult. If there is no astonishing level, it is not a poem of luck at all, which requires a lot of strength to bear.

Yu Yichen believed that if he could write it, it would be a battle poem of the Amazing Saint level.

But after the five words were written, one-fifth of the talent in his body was gone, and Yu Yichen took a deep breath and continued to write! One after another, the big golden characters flew into the sky, competing with the sun and the moon, and even the degree of dazzling was inferior to the golden handwriting of the Confucian family's secret books.