Just at the moment of speaking, a strong force erupted from Jun Wuxi's body, vast as the sea, divine grace descended from heaven, in the vicissitudes of medieval history, heavy descended on this world, at the same time, he exuded a light, followed by terrifying coercion.

No one at the scene imagined that there was no expectation at all when he said that he would do it, his indifferent eyes made people uneasy, and the momentum on his body was more sufficient than that of Emperor Zhao Zhenggang, and my consciousness was hidden in the dark, and I was seriously observing his changes at the moment.

"Buzz!"

There was a violent tremor in the void, and then the faint light on his body emanated, converging into a sword shadow, and the aura emitted by the sword shadow was suffocating, and those forbidden army masters were all like clay sculptures, unable to move at all.

"But you don't have to die first, I'll let you see with your own eyes what happens to those who attack my Jun clan. Jun stared at Zhao Zhenggang indifferently without tears.

When he said this, he waved his hand casually, and it was an endless power, which instantly enveloped him in the face, no one can leave here, I am afraid that if you want to leave here, you must go beyond his realm, but presumably no one knows his specific realm.

"Then I'll take a look and see how you make their deaths worse!" Zhao Zhenggang said indifferently, his words full of disdain.

Perhaps in his opinion, all this is Jun Wuxian bluffing, Zhao Zhenggang was also a famous martial arts Tianjiao back then, and he once left his own myth on the mainland, but sometimes, it backfired, he never took that step after all, but only the existence under the realm of Wuzong.

It is impossible for martial arts cultivation to be diligent, and he can only sit in the position of the Northern Qing Dynasty and wait for death, it may be that he is too eager for power, which has caused him to become suspicious since he ascended the throne, and he has to figure out every move of anyone, although he is an emperor, I am afraid that he is the most tired one among these emperors.

"Okay, then I'll show you it. ”

The moment the words fell, Jun Wuxian's figure became ethereal, and in an instant, the aura of martial arts rose to the sky, and he was wrapped in the whole person, but in an instant, the figure became blurred, and the whole person finally turned into a streamer, flew out of the Jinluan Palace, and finally floated in the sky.

"Above the Martial Sect Realm!" A Praetorian Guard master stared at the scene in front of him, revealing a solemn gaze.

"One Sect Four Grandmasters!"

"The Jun clan is in full swing, and its power is so terrifying!"

"Unbelievable!"

"He's not a martial artist!"

At this time, those civil officials confided in their hearts, and their words were full of jealousy of the Jun family, but the military attachés were full of jealousy, and they were not sure about the realm of Jun Wuxian at all, just because they were more sensitive to that coercion.

"Old dog of the Feng family, get out!"

Jun Wuxian who stepped on the void was shrouded in light, no one could see his expression clearly, the majestic and vast power spread out, at that moment, everyone couldn't help but kneel, this is a kind of power from the soul, it is the coercion at the level of life.

"Buzz!"

In the sky above the entire Jingshi, the Dao Mang emerged, as terrifying as the gods descended, overlooking the entire world, looking at the north of the Jingshi, which was the location of the Feng family, the family of the Northern Qing Dynasty, and the ancestor of the Feng family was at the peak of the martial monarch realm.

"Poof!"

My consciousness fluctuated violently, this power was too strong, it was the most majestic I had ever seen, it was a kind of crushing from above the soul, I don't know why, I always felt that this person was at the peak of the martial arts.

"Want to escape?! Then I'll destroy your Feng family!"

Jun Wuxian was in such a strange state, which shocked the ancestor of the Feng family, knowing that he was at least a master of the Martial Sect Realm, it was definitely not something he could fight against, and he wanted to escape from the Jingshi as quickly as possible, but the void Jun Wutear's eyes rushed into the sky, shooting out two divine rays, which was the vast power.

"Ahh

With the frightened and terrible screams from the Jingshi, the old ancestor of the Feng family was stunned to death in the void, and then there was a wail from the Feng family.

"The Feng family calculates my Jun clan, and punishes them for three generations not to cultivate martial arts, and those who violate them will die!"

Jun Wuxi, who was like a god in the void, spoke again, and his words were full of indifference, and he fell into the Feng family with the light of the Dao.

Feng family.

"Ahh

"Poof! God is going to kill my Feng family!"

"My cultivation is regressing, what kind of power is this?!"

"Impossible, how can there be such a terrifying martial arts power in the world?"

The martial artists of the Feng family were all wailing, and it was precisely because of this sound that everyone's martial arts cultivation was completely gone, and even if they used the supreme secret method, they could not mobilize the power in their bodies.

In the sky above the Jingshi, the light is still as vast as the sea, exuding a terrifying coercion, the entire Jingshi is alarmed, and ordinary people still think that the gods have descended to earth, so they bow their heads and look at the Wenshu Monastery Pavilion in the Jingshi with indifferent eyes.

"Beiqing Wenshu Monastery Pavilion, the disaster of the world is chaotic, the literati are lost, and the punishment is imposed on behalf of the heavens, and the text is allowed to be approved. ”

The indifferent voice continued to come from the void, and the gods rushed into the sky, and then, there was a white mist in the sky above the Beiqing Wenshu Monastery Pavilion, and finally converged into a figure, and the figure was extremely ethereal, in everyone's memory, this voice was very familiar.

"Wensheng Kongqiu!"

I don't know who shouted, the identity of this figure was revealed, this person is the saint of the Wendao lineage, named Kongqiu, who created Wendao on this continent about 6,000 years ago, and every academy on this continent has a statue of him, which is used to worship Kongqiu and commemorate his creation of Wendao.

"We meet the saints!"

"Saint help! This person kills innocents indiscriminately, intending to subvert our Northern Qing Dynasty. ”

"If a saint has a spirit. It's up to us. ”

In the void, the figure whose whole body was wrapped in light looked at the figure of the saint Kongqiu in the air, and the saint Kongqiu actually bowed his hand to Jun Wuxian in the surprised eyes of everyone.

"I am a projection gathered by the Wenqi, there is a certain consciousness of a saint, Your Excellency recognizes it, there is a destiny, you can naturally deal with my Wendao criminals, but please also ask your subordinates to be merciful, and leave a torch inheritance for my Wendao in Beiqing. The voice of the Void Wendao Sage was loud, vast as the sea, and his voice was extremely loud, at this moment his words shocked everyone, it was determined that the Wenshu Monastery Pavilion made a mistake, and the Wenshu Saint consciousness agreed, so naturally let them have nothing to blame.

My consciousness continued to observe the changes between heaven and earth, and in general, all of this was beyond my expectations, just this special existence born from Wen Shengshuo, there is an inexplicable power in it.

"Wen Sheng, please be aware that we have not done anything wrong. "Some of the people of the academy wailed and cried bitterly.

"Sage, don't be deceived by him, we wait for the things of literature and Taoism, devote ourselves to studying, and have never done anything that hurts heaven and reason, what is the crime?"

"It's his Jun clan who is causing trouble to the dynasty, and we are also doing it according to the emperor's order, what is the crime?"

"I'm not convinced!"

"Buzz!"

"The foundation of Wendao is to assist the king to settle the world, uphold the righteousness in his heart, and stand on the world.

And the physiognomy of this holy Guan'er and others, there is no righteousness in the heart, and the filthy qi of the world is piled up in the heart, in the final analysis, it is caused by greed in the heart.

Now I have issued a decree, you are all removed, not for my Wendao children, this life is in the same vein as my Wendao, and there is no longer anything to do with it, I hope you will do it yourself. ”

This is the anti-heaven means left by the saint of Wendao in this world, with the heroic righteousness of the world's scholars, he can gather his phantom, so that he can come to the world in another way, the breath of the world's scholars but after the approval of heaven and earth, can cultivate a kind of existence of Haoran righteousness.

The Wendao lineage began 6,000 years ago, and its ancestor Wendao sage Kong Qiu could not be traced between the worlds, and disappeared into the long river of history like a myth.

In the Wendao Holy Courtyard in Zhongzhou, there is a legend that the Wendao sage Confucius was sitting here, when the sky descended a vision, the snow came in June, the void road was ethereal, there was a white shadow descending into the world, it seemed to be a feather soaring, and there were many legends left in the Zhongzhou Dynasty at that time.

There are still monuments recorded, of course, this mysterious event has also been recorded by the Holy Temple, however, there is no result to prove that he is a broken void, feathered and soared, and the root of all things in the world is always determined.

Although the saint of Wendao does not exist in the world, he can have the background to stay in the world, this is the secret of the lineage of Wendao, in general, there are not many core disciples of this lineage, just because the conditions for practicing Haoran righteousness are too harsh, and few people in the world can meet this requirement, resulting in the withering of talents in this lineage.

If anyone with a discerning eye can distinguish this fact, however, the phantom of the saint agrees at this time, which makes people feel unbelievable and unbelievable, and it is even more difficult to think that he reprimanded these people to their faces, what kind of existence is the saint, a mythical figure who cannot be seen in the world for millions of years.

It may not be possible to give birth to a saint in 10,000 years, but if it is born, the world will respect it, which is the consensus of the world.

"Yes!"

"Thank you, Saint!"

At this time, the sage phantom spit out such a sentence, and in an instant, the capital master of the Beiqing Dynasty boiled instantly, and the Beiqing came out of the saint and pressed the Wendao line, and the saint's back hand actually agreed.

"The Jun clan is a saint!"

"Heaven is going to kill my Zhao family!"

Above the court, everyone looked shocked, no one thought that since Jun Wuxian in front of him was a martial arts saint, he surpassed the imperial dynasty, overrode the imperial clan, and made the Jun clan a holy clan.

Zhao Zhenggang's face instantly turned pale, this was a bolt from the blue for him, he had never looked at the waste material in his eyes, since he entered his field of vision, he had been giving him a lot of surprises, just because he knew that strangling him before he grew up could satisfy a need in his heart, but he was very wrong this time, this person has fully grown up, and he will walk to the peak of the continent without paying attention, and it is impossible for anyone to shake his status.

At the same time, he also knew that these people who had calculated the Jun clan would be wiped out!