Groups of sages, great Confucians, and scribes, at the cost of their lives, used blood and bones as barriers to stop in front of the holy path of the white bone spirit. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, the master could no longer remain calm. It's just that he still didn't say anything, still didn't do anything, and watched the old people in his memory pass away.

Life is always accompanied by bursts of stinging, and these betrayers, no matter what reason and reason for betrayal, are a kind of pain for him.

As for why they betrayed themselves, not themselves, the reason is actually very simple. Master, he has never expressed his disgust with the demon clan.

In Confucianism, demons and humans are not incompatible. The reasons for Qingyang's accusation are not sufficient, even if it can confuse people for a while, it will eventually be exposed. It's just that he is ruthless enough and resolute enough to cross a layer of gold for himself with a fearless death.

This layer of gold continued to strengthen in the passing of fresh lives, and later, even the master could not break it.

The layout ability of the mastermind behind the "White Bone ......" is too strong, and the master can't break the game, so this huge canonization operation can't continue, and he feels guilty because of it.

The white bone spirit eyes were bright, and he swept over the representatives of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism, and the hundreds of schools of thought: "Don't think that I don't know in my heart, there are people here who are playing ghosts." So many Confucian scholars, so firm determination, so martyrdom...... It can't be done without careful planning.

Congratulations to the one who is secretly planning all this, the plan has succeeded, and the canonization conference is over. However, this matter will not be settled like this, the representatives of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism, and all the representatives of the hundred schools of thought must stay and be investigated. ”

"The canonization conference has been suspended, and you now have no status in the Confucian sect, so why did you leave us on behalf of the Confucian sect? In other words, do you think your reputation and status are enough?"

Although he said this very politely and full of mockery, his expression was very serious and his attitude was very thoughtful, and even his words were in a simple inquiring tone, which made people feel uncomfortable.

The master glanced up at the man, and said lightly: "The matter of canonization on behalf of the heavens is over, and I am now granting the position of sacrificial wine to the White Bone Jingwen Sect as the founder of Confucianism, and I am the supreme supervisor of Confucianism, and I share weal and woe with Confucianism, who is against it?"

Among the Confucian scholars, there are those who read and read stupidly, and there are elm lumps that become more and more confused the more they read, but there are no fools.

When the book fool has an epiphany, and the elm has an enlightenment, only the stupid word is the most hopeless, and it can't survive in the highest Confucian school like Shushan Xuehai.

After the initial heartache and the sadness of the rabbit's death, they have gradually calmed down, and they have begun to wonder if there is a problem behind this strange situation.

No one will stand up against the Master's decision until he has received an affirmative answer.

There are two sects of Buddhism and Taoism, and the representatives of the hundred schools of thought have changed their faces one after another, and Huang Long suppressed his anger and said: "Master, you also mean this? Because of the loss of certain interests, you suspect us, and even imprison us?!"

The master shook his head and said, "I did not suspect you, let alone imprison you, I just announced an appointment. ”

The white bone spirit glanced at him, knowing that he was excusing Confucianism. The imprison of many representatives of this kind of behavior is enough to cause an uproar and crazy revenge, which the white bone spirits and monkeys can withstand, but the Confucian sect does not.

The best outcome is probably a heavy loss.

Although there is no good or evil in the white bones, he also knows how to vote for me with a peach and repay it with Qiong Yao.

The group of Confucian scholars led by Shantai Qingyang successfully cut off the path to his ascension to the throne of the heart saint with ossified mountains and blood as the river, and also made the master bear the black cauldron of forgetting his righteousness.

Under such circumstances, the master still gave him great power, so that he had control over the mountains and the sea of books, which was the greatest kindness released, and he needed to come up with something to give back.

"It doesn't really matter if Master means that or not, the important thing is that I want you to stay here and be investigated. The white bone spirit said seriously: "If you don't cooperate, you will die." ”

Xu was that his voice was too cold, or because the coldness in his eyes was too strong, Huang Long Zhensheng shuddered, and a trace of fear subconsciously appeared in his heart.

Suddenly, he suddenly came to his senses, he was very dissatisfied with his performance just now, hated the house and Wu, and looked at the white bone spirit with disgust in his eyes: "I'm not ashamed, I'm going to leave here today!"

Seeing him turn around angrily, he was about to leave with his disciple. The white bone spirit summoned the Demon Hunting God Bow, used the Blood Transformation God Sword as an arrow, and pulled the bow to the full moon, pointing at the back of the Yellow Dragon Zhenren.

"Bang!"

The loose fingers shattered, and a light red light with almost unclear speed spanned several miles, stabbing heavily at the back of Huanglong Zhenren's heart, and the tip of the knife revealed from the front of the heart.

Huang Longzhen's body that wanted to ascend to the sky suddenly stiffened, and he lowered his head in shock, looking at the cold blade stuck in his chest.

White Bone Spirit, how dare she do this? Is she really not afraid of the sage's wrath and the involvement of Confucianism?

Also, what were the old masters and Mencius thinking, and why would they allow this to happen?

Huanglong Zhenren couldn't understand why he wondered why his fearless reasons had become decorations.

Like him, many people did not understand why Master and Mencius would indulge the White Bone Spirit so much. Even at the cost of Confucianism being disgusted by the saints.

Only Yan Hui knew that after the master personally sealed the white bone essence as Wenzong's sacrificial wine, the white bone spirit became one of the helmsmen of Confucianism. Although it can't be compared to a saint, it can at least control the direction of this huge mountain gate.

The White Bone Spirit said that if you don't cooperate, you will die. Then, this is the voice of Confucianism.

"Wow ......"

The white bone spirit stretched out his hand and dragged the blood-turning knife back from Huang Long's body, brought out a handful of hot blood, and held it in his hand: "Don't force me, I don't want to kill anyone!"

Huang Long's heart was pierced, and his essence and blood were spilled, but fortunately, he did not worry about his life.

Stabilizing the injury on his chest with clear light, he turned around, let out a low roar, and rushed madly towards the white bone spirit.

"Bang!" the monkey threw out the golden rod and slammed one end into Huang Long's face, shattering his mouth full of dragon teeth, blood splattered everywhere, and his whole body flew upside down, and fell into the sea with a pop.

"Please think twice. The monkey put away the golden hoop in his hand, and stared at the sacredness of the present.

Fierce and powerful!

There are two sects of Buddhism and Taoism, and the representatives of the hundreds of schools of thought have either turned their eyes or bowed their heads, not daring to look at him, lest he see the resentment in his eyes.

White Bone Spirit, Sun Wukong, these are two peerless demons, killing people without caring about the inheritance of the mountain gate, many representatives dare not joke with their lives.