"Eight Heavenly Dragons, one thought turns ten thousand laws!"

Fahai's idea of flying heaven was used to chase and kill the three-grade demon, the speed was too slow, so he simply used the eight heavenly dragon escapes that he had learned at first, and with the power of the eight true dragons, he melted into the ten thousand laws of heaven and earth, and quietly chased in the direction of the Red Emperor's escape.

Sweeping thousands of mountains and rivers, just as Fahai was hurrying to catch up, he suddenly heard a familiar poetry ten miles ahead.

"The ghost valley passes the fire, and the dragon's blood points to the chapter. The heavens open the holy road, and the Confucian kills the king~"

"Confucianism kills the heavens?! He's not dead yet? Hearing this, Fahai hurriedly sped up and dived towards the source of the sound, found a hiding place with an excellent view, hid his body with a thought, and gathered his eyes to look at the past from afar.

In a barren valley, the remnant sun was shining, and a Confucian man in a bloody shirt and holding an ancient scroll was standing proudly in the wind, blocking the way of the 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.

From Fahai chasing and killing the Red Emperor to the present, it has only been half an hour, and Chu Zhongtian, who originally only had one head left, has unexpectedly recovered as before, although his body looks a little weak, but it also has to make Fahai sigh again that the Heaven Swallowing Demon God has become really against the sky.

As soon as he thought of this, Fahai really wanted to appear immediately, and give Chu Zhongtian a hard time, but his eight Heavenly Dragon Seals were too powerful to be exerted, and they couldn't be instantaneous, with the Red Emperor's advanced cultivation and Chu Zhongtian's perverted physique, if he was bent on escaping, Fahai was not sure that he would be killed with one blow.

In addition, there is another Confucian who is difficult to distinguish between friend and foe, which makes Fahai feel that it is not too late to observe first.

"Chu Zhongtian, Confucian, repay virtue with virtue and repay grievances with straightforwardness, the revenge of digging out the heart of the Netherworld back then is over today!"

Just as Fahai hesitated. The Confucian Killing Heaven had already spoken, and his tone was cold and vast, unhurried.

Confucianism has always paid attention to the first salute and then the soldiers, and although the Confucian was full of murderous intent, he was not in a hurry to do it.

"Haha, a generation of Confucian scholars has learned to take advantage of people's dangers?" Chu Zhongtian heard this. But he just sneered, and with a fearless step, he had already faced the Confucian Confucian's killing of the sky.

"Demon, thanks to your blessing, I failed in the next trial, although I got the seven exquisite hearts of the clan and resurrected them, I am no longer qualified to inherit the name of my clan to kill the sky. What is standing in front of you now is just a remnant of the Ghost Valley Han Shilin - Feng Wuxin. I killed you today, one for my personal grudge, and the other for my name. Confucian Feng Wuxin's tone was still unhurried, but the killing intent was three points better, and the eyes like autumn water on the gold mask were even more radiant.

Legend has it that if the heart has seven tricks, if it is exquisite, then the eyes contain rainbow light, and can see through the glitz and glamour of the world. If you practice with this heart, you will be able to reach the Heavenly Dao in less than a hundred years.

"Pedantic. There are so many, since you have come all the way to die, today I, Chu Zhongtian, even accepted your seven exquisite hearts, just to make up for the loss. ”

Chu Zhongtian, who had been abused by Fahai to the dead and alive, was full of evil fire at this time, and he was screamed by the defeated generals of the day, and his heart was already extremely angry at this time. The evil fire and stuffiness in his stomach completely surged towards the Confucian in front of him, and his body changed, and he had already turned into the body of a demon god, and when the bat's wings were stretched, one claw grabbed the Confucian man's chest.

A brazen claw. There is no trickery, but all spirits are evasive and unstoppable.

Chu Zhongtian is a leader in the Dao Sect, he is the head of many families, and he has many magic weapons, but at this moment, he is extremely angry, but he only wants to kill the person in front of him in the most direct and murderous way, and he is full of evil anger in his heart.

"Dragon Slayer Holy Scroll. There is a golden house in the book! ”

The Confucian Feng Wuxin was already on guard, Chu Zhongtian transformed in an instant, Feng Wuxin had already flown back a hundred feet, and the dragon slaying holy scroll was raised, absorbing the spirit of heaven and earth within a radius of a hundred miles, turning into a golden palace, and protecting Feng Wuxin in it. Although this palace is transformed by aura, it is an illusory thing, but it seems to be made of gold, carved beams and paintings, magnificent, almost can be fake and real.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one. is also a five-grade cultivator, and it is also the spirit of heaven and earth, and the golden house of Confucianism is enough to throw out dozens of streets of those half-hung five-grade monks in the southern state.

After a thunderous roar, the gold dust flew away, and Chu Zhongtian grabbed it unstoppably, and only scratched a few pieces of broken tiles.

"Dragon Slayer Holy Scroll. There is an endless sword in the book! ”

Just when Chu Zhongtian was blocked by the golden house, the dragon slaying holy scroll in the Confucian man's hand was raised again, and the golden house suddenly decomposed into tens of thousands of golden flying swords, and the storm shot on Chu Zhongtian's huge demon god's body.

In an instant, flesh and blood flew sideways, Chu Zhongtian was like a cow that had been dismantled by Ku Ding, except for his huge head that was still indestructible, there was no trace of residual flesh on his body.

Masters fight, one move, all lose.

Chu Zhongtian was defeated because he underestimated the Confucian style and was careless, and a trace of lightness achieved endless tragedies.

Although Feng Wuxin was a defeated general under Chu Zhongtian, you must know that Feng Wuxin, who was in the Netherworld at that time, before facing Chu Zhongtian, was fighting with the Dark Dragon and the young heroes of various factions who seized the treasure with his own strength, and he also had the upper hand.

Even if Chu Zhongtian killed Feng Wuxin in the end, he relied on surprise and took his immortal body to fight for his life, not by absolute strength.

At this moment, Chu Zhongtian lost, but even if he lost, he was still the unkillable Chu Zhongtian and the incomprehensible Lin Danda.

"Ahh Careless! ”

The huge head roared, and Chu Zhongtian's skeleton-like body had already flown away, and on the way back, the flesh and blood all over his body were already extremely weird and grew extremely fast again.

"Dragon Slayer Holy Scroll. There is a light in the book! ”

The Confucian seemed to know that Chu Zhongtian had this move, and he didn't dare to be careless, he groaned softly, the holy scroll was unfurled, and a bright light fell from the sky, and the Confucian received the holy light in his hand, his body rose in the air, and his fingertips swept the holy light, and his body moved with his fingers, and a finger of heavenly light swept towards the head of Chu Zhongtian who flew back.

"Oh my God!"

Although the Confucian pursues and kills quickly, it is not faster than the Red Emperor, who has always cared about the battle situation.

Previously, the Red Emperor had always been afraid of Chu Zhongtian's surprisingly strong male self-esteem, and did not help, but at this time, he couldn't care so much.

The red shadow flashed, and the Red Emperor had already appeared on Chu Zhongtian's retreat, raising his bare hand, and with a seemingly inadvertent finger, it was a blow that shook the Confucian's killing. The light of the sky-killing was gone in an instant.

"Poof~"

No matter how strong the Confucian style is, it is also a five-grade cultivation, and in front of the Red Emperor of the third-grade cultivation, he was suddenly deflated, and his body flew back a hundred zhang square and barely stood still, and then his body shook. A poof, he vomited a mouthful of blood.

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, "A mere five-grade monk, can I be fingered by my Red Emperor and not die?" ”

"Hong'er, kill him. The Shenzhou Dragon Slayer Clan is the most mysterious and difficult, if he doesn't die. There is going to be hell to pay! ”

Just as the Confucian flew back and vomited blood, Chu Zhongtian's flesh and blood had already recovered again, and he took out a Taoist robe out of nowhere and put it on his body, although his face became more and more pale, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"In that case, let him die." Although the Red Emperor disagreed with Chu Zhongtian's worries, he was accustomed to being obedient to Chu Zhongtian and raising his hands with no eyes. I want to send the Confucian on the road.

At this moment, a fresh breeze blew across the sky. Elegant poetry comes with the wind.

"A fan gently shakes the gentleman's wind, and the ten smiling phoenixes fight the sleeping dragon. Hundreds of dynasties and spring and autumn turn their hands to see, the rise and fall of the ages for a few months and ......"

With Qing Yin, a middle-aged Confucian with a folding fan in his hand seemed to come from the void and sing, Yingying Gongfu and Ran Ran Mansion stepped in front of Chu Zhongtian and the two of them. That relaxed and comfortable appearance, as if this was not a cruel monk battlefield, but an elegant scholar school.

"A gentleman's wind...... Han Shilin's great Confucian style and elegance?! Chu Zhongtian's eyes suddenly froze.

"Shenzhou Sanpin Monk?!" The Red Emperor's expression was also heavy, although she didn't know who the Confucianism in the wind was, but she saw the other party coming in vain. A fugue is too empty, looking through the heavens, although there is no Daomen Dao Aya floating behind him, and there is no Buddhism Huiguang behind his head, but he knows that the cultivation of people is never inferior to the realm of the three grades.

Wen Yizai said, the three-grade monks of Shenzhou are not the four emperors of the Shenyao Dynasty of Buzhou, they are all people who ask the Tao, even if the Red Emperor is a big demon from Hezhou, he does not dare to have the slightest contempt, not to mention that she is already injured now, and if she wants to protect Chu Zhongtian in front of the other party, it is not easy to fight hard.

"It's him?!" Fahai, who has been hidden and has not come out, was also shocked when he heard the poem.

Confucianism advocates harmony as the precious, so Confucian monks rarely participate in the battle of the cultivation realm, and even if they do, most of them bow first and then soldiers.

Poetry comes first, which is the embodiment of the Confucian concept, in order to make the opponent retreat when he hears the voice, so as not to kill each other unnecessarily. However, for the heterogeneous dragon slayer in Confucianism, chanting poetry, like the immeasurable Tianzun of Taoism and Amitabha Buddha of Buddhism, is just an opening statement.

A fan gently shakes the gentleman's wind, and the ten smiling phoenixes fight the sleeping dragon. Hundreds of dynasties and spring and autumn turn over their hands, and the rise and fall of the ages are bright for a few months. These few lines of poetry are the favorite opening words of the Shenzhou Dragon Slayer Clan, the Ghost Valley Han Shilin, the Great Confucianism, and the Ya Song in recent years.

Han Shilin is one of the four forests in the Ghost Valley, and Han Shilin Daru is the lord of Han Shilin.

Guigu Hanshilin, Fang Shilin, Leshilin, Hermit Forest, these four forests are equivalent to the four courtyards of Dalin Temple.

Therefore, this Feng Yasong is also a pivotal figure in the Ghost Valley, and he is one of the very few great Confucians in the Ghost Valley who walk in the cultivation realm, and his experience is very legendary.

Feng Ya Song was a cold scholar thousands of years ago, but he was arrogant, he had entered Beijing ten times to take the exam, just for the champion, but unfortunately the ten lists were the eyes of the list, and his drunken chanting of "the talented man reads, come to see the flowers, open the door to see me, I am the champion" has become a joke that has been praised for a long time.

So, Feng Yasong, who was resentful of the court, was angry and entered the Han Shilin of the Ghost Valley to open up the world, specifically against the Son of Heaven, and moreover, Feng Yasong learned Confucian law, the most jealous and hateful, cruel means, set off several bloody storms in the Xiuzhen world, and countless souls died under the sword of the "Death of the Son of Heaven".

It wasn't until later that Feng Yasong's sworn enemy, Qin Wusin, who had suppressed him on the top ten, that is, the father of the prime minister of the dynasty, the great sacrificial wine of Jixia Academy, and Qin Lingyun, personally came forward to make an appointment to fight, so as to stop his killing behavior and take away his magic weapon, that is, the "death of the Son of Heaven" of the dragon slaying clan, after that, Qin Wuxin gave him the "gentleman's wind" of Jixia Academy in order not to hurt the harmony of Confucianism.

At this point, the failure of the civil and military Feng Ya Song will not be hidden, self-cultivation, and when it reappears in the cultivation realm, it is already the body of Han Shilin Confucian, and his style of acting has changed a lot, but, for some reason, his cultivation has been stagnant for nearly a thousand years.

Therefore, Feng Yasong is also the forest master with the lowest realm among the four forests of the Ghost Valley.

The reason why Fahai paid attention to Feng Yasong was not because he was interested in him, but because he was very interested in the "gentleman's style" in his hands.

The style of a gentleman, passed on to Yasheng, is one of the three major magic weapons of Jixia Academy, a gentleman is like the wind, the wind is popular, and all the people are subdued, and they can descend people without killing people.

Moreover, it is said that the spirit of the gentleman's wind is the most interesting spirit in the world.

In Fahai's view, it would be a great waste to put such an interesting instrument of benevolence in the hands of Feng Yasong, a Confucian scholar who advocates "selfless law in heaven, selfless love on earth, selfless in the day, and selfless action in time".

PS: Recently, Eh Pak, Jingshi is on holiday travel, working overtime in black and white around, busy and tired, escorting, and not paying overtime pay, there is nowhere to be reasonable. Hey, in short, I can only write when I have time to write. (To be continued......)