Confucianism, since Confucius attained enlightenment, has developed rapidly in the earthly realm. Vertex. Fastest updates

After Confucius became an immortal, he left seventy-two sages behind, and they were still cultivating in this Yaoguang Star.

The battle of the great world, not only the demon race, but also the demon race, Taoism, Buddhism and so on. All families, factions, races, and groups are fighting for their luck.

When the killing and robbery comes, no one wants to respond to the killing and robbery and seek the benefit of others.

Either his own family died, or his family died.

Heavenly Dao Hongjun, no matter who fills this place, it is the same in the eyes of Heavenly Dao.

The Immortal Heavenly Court was so powerful at the beginning, and not all of them were killed.

When the calamity comes, someone has to pay for it.

Seventy-two sages, all cultivated in the Mahayana realm.

This is a terrifying number, and it is also the essence of Confucianism.

In the mortal world, Confucianism honored Confucius as a sage. In the fairy world, I'm afraid Confucius can't be ranked.

Qin Feng is now in the corner of the Heavenly Dao, condescending, and can already look down on this world.

Seventy-two sages of Confucianism, headed by Fan Su, known as Fan Zi.

Every time Li Yuancheng ends the court, he asks for his opinion.

With a wave of his hand, he threw out a scripture with golden lettering on it, and immediately enveloped all seventy-two people.

This scripture is the "Analects" written by Confucius himself!

The Analects that circulated in the mortal world are only fragments copied from them. The true essence of Confucianism is all in the "Wheel Sutra".

Fan Zi shouted at Qin Feng, "Sect Master Qin, you don't need to hide behind the scenes anymore. Today, it's time for us to decide the winner! ”

"Thief, bring disaster to the country and the people, come down and send it to death!"

"We, Confucians, will kill you today!"

“……”

The seventy-two sages of Confucianism scolded and shot out one after another at the "Analects", making the scriptures shine more and more golden.

This is a defensive array, and Confucianism also has a fairy weapon, which is the Spring and Autumn Pen.

A golden brush was typed at the same time, and it was in the same place as the "Analects", which also shone with a dazzling golden light.

One stroke at a time, showing the essence of Confucianism.

Qin Feng stepped down into the air with a smile, stood in the middle of the formation with his hands in his hands, and snorted lightly at the seventy-two sages, "The young people can only be strong in the mortal world. Since Confucius founded Confucianism, he has occupied the resources of heaven and earth until now. The more the cause and effect are formed, it is already full of murder and robbery. You are chaotic, but you don't know it, you think that you still occupy the fortune of heaven and earth, don't you know that today is the day of your calamity! ”

Fan Zi scolded. We naturally know the luck of waiting, and we don't need you, a thief, to bewitch the public! In the Spring and Autumn Period, I will write fairly! ”

Seventy-two sages worked together, and the spring and autumn golden pens rose to the sky, shining with dazzling light in the sun.

Use space as a piece of paper and write a big word "kill" on it.

Fan Zi shouted, "Kill!"

As soon as the killing word moved, it turned into a sharp sword and slashed at Qin Feng in the air.

This is the sword of Confucianism, representing the power of faith of hundreds of millions of Confucian believers within the earthly realm.

This sword is made by the joint force of seventy-two sages, and can stand on the stars and split the moon, and cut one star into powder.

The men and horses on both sides all held their breath, it was the first time they had seen a battle at this level, it was simply devastating.

The long sword has not fallen, and it is still a hundred meters from the ground.

A burst of sand and dust was raised in an instant, hovering and raging within a radius of more than ten miles.

Under the pressure of the sword qi, all the flowers and trees on the ground turned into powder, and even the boulder was shattered into pieces.

Lin Nan looked straight at it, and secretly scolded Qin Feng for why he didn't take the whip. A broken pen, where is the whip opponent.

Li Yuancheng on the other side narrowed his eyes even more, and his palms were sweaty. As long as Qin Feng dies, Li Qingxuan's good days will come to an end. The luck of heaven and earth will return to him.

This is what he relies on, and this is the confidence that he has to fight a decisive battle.

Qin Feng stood in place with his hands in his hands, just smiled faintly, and suddenly there were four elephant divine beasts floating and hovering above his head, and his fingers pointed lightly at the sky.

The space in front of him shook like cloth, and when the long sword was ten meters above his head, it suddenly stopped suddenly.

This time, the hearts of the seventy-two sages all fell to the bottom.

They screamed, "Kill!"

The power of faith in the "Analects" quickly gathered on the spring and autumn pen in the sky.

The golden long sword suddenly became more and more powerful, and with a buzzing sound, even the ground around Qin Feng collapsed.

Qin Feng just drank lightly, "Break!" ”

The space in front of him shook suddenly, as simple as shaking off the dust on his body, and he turned the long sword into powder.

The eyes of the seventy-two sages of Confucianism were about to fall out in surprise, they were all the cultivation of the Mahayana scriptures, and there was no reason why there was so much difference.

Their divine sea shook violently, poof, and all of them spat out a mouthful of stuffy blood.

Fan Zi took the lead, pinched the trick again, and led the juniors and disciples to shout at the same time, "Town! ”

"On the Classics" is a golden masterpiece, and the Spring and Autumn Golden Pen writes the word "town" in the air again with a size of 100 meters!

This golden font quickly evolved, turning into a golden mountain with a height of a hundred feet, and pressed down towards Qin Feng.

Qin Feng shook his head, squinted his eyes and sighed, "Confucianism, there are still some Taoists, but they are all Xiao Daoer!" ”

The mountain peak is like Mount Tai pressing on the top, and the huge pressure makes the ground rumble, pressing the space for a while, and the wind is rolling up in the air.

The large army, which was tens of thousands of meters apart in the rear, was attacked by the huge coercion, and could not help but retreat backwards one after another.

Li Yuancheng's teeth were about to bite out, and he scolded with a hiss, "Bastard, you're not dead yet!" ”

The mountain peak fell, and I saw Qin Feng smash out with a punch, slamming into the mountain peak.

There was a muffled boom, and the huge coercion was like a nuclear bomb exploding, and the boom spread rapidly in all directions.

Lin Xia was so frightened that he hurriedly sacrificed the central Wuji Banner and covered all the city tower checkpoints inside.

The golden light of the "Analects" above the heads of the seventy-two sages flashed, and it also formed a golden barrier up to 100 meters high behind them.

That huge mountain peak, without a breath in the fight against Qin Feng's fist strength, was smashed by a punch with a bang.

At this moment, the Spring and Autumn Pen and the "Analects" were rushed by the strength of the fist and suddenly exploded. A dazzling light flashed in the air, and finally dissipated without a trace.

On Qin Feng's body, the twelve witch gods quickly rushed out and surrounded all the seventy-two sages.

The black wind was gusting, and the evil spirit was churning.

The sunny weather, because of the appearance of these twelve witch gods, was instantly covered by dark clouds.

On the ground, like a hell general, the yin aura is permeated, and he whimpers.

The seventy-two immortals had already been shaken by the power of the backlash, and in the face of such a powerful yin qi, they could only sigh loudly, "Is it really my Confucian luck broken?" ”

In the end, they sacrificed their respective magic weapons, what saint ruler, saint sword, saint bell, a full seventy-two magic weapons, and smashed them at the twelve witch gods.

"Whew" roared, like a monster coming out of hell.

The twelve witch gods rotated, the space shook, and the twelve magic weapons were all powdered.

These monster-like witch gods opened their mouths and pounced on them. A handful pierced their bodies, and with a bite of their fangs, they swallowed even the primordial gods that were carrying them into their stomachs.