On the high platform, the Taixue Lord is on the throne, although the true body has not appeared, but the vast and boundless true yuan is like a round of sun, and the light of the folds alone makes people dare not look directly.

"Book Deacon, you have presided over the disaster relief merit, I can make you a wish." The blow of the master of Taixue made the people present dare not call Confucianism lightly, in the final analysis, the rivers and lakes are always the strength to speak.

The secretary stepped forward and said respectfully: "The merit of disaster relief, I dare not cross the hairpin, but the merit of all the people who learn the sea." Yang Sen paused and said, "I shouldn't have made a request, but there are important things that need to be learned from Bingmingtai." ”

The master said, "Say it! ”

"I have been in a big position for a hundred years, and now I am gradually feeling powerless, and I am willing to abdicate and make way for Xian!" Yang Sen sighed.

As soon as Yang Sen's words fell, he felt countless eyes on him.

"Hmm!" Master Taixue thought for a moment and said, "Book Order, I see your hard work, but this matter will be discussed later." ”

"The position of the Church is vacant, and you can choose it yourself."

At this moment, the horizon seemed to lose its color and turned into a black and white world.

The thunder was heavy, the heavens and the earth murmured, and there was an unusual oppressive breath, as if blowing from a yellow spring.

Thousands of martial arts people looked at the eyes of the deacons, and saw that the sun on the horizon had been covered by boundless black clouds.

In the black clouds, the endless phantom of death with a scythe wandered, and the ghost sound of "babbling" was endless.

"What's that?" The crowd was horrified.

Seeing the vision in the sky, Lord Taixue sighed: "What I was worried about has finally happened, Taishi Hou, the presiding officer retreats." ”

As soon as these words came out, Tai Shi Hou showed a look of disbelief and pointed at Tai Xue: "You, you ......"

"That's it,......" Tai Shihou's face changed a few times, and finally he waved his long sleeves and couldn't help but speak.

In the face of this evil that covered the sky, several of the deacons also felt terrified in their hearts.

Yang Sen looked at the shadow that shrouded the sky, and his heart ached, it was the sorrow that had been passed down from generation to generation. He held the Holy Cross in his left hand, which he never left, and his right hand on his chest: "Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name." Thy kingdom come, and thy will be done on earth......"

Although he was attached to Confucianism, Yang Sen has always been a believer in God. Only by placing one's heart in the Almighty can one forget the fear of death. Death, this is the ultimate nightmare of the Heaven Keeper clan.

The milky white holy light rises, and the heavenly light turns into a white angelic icon, with six wings in the sky, and the eyes are pitiful, which is the mercy of the Heavenly Father. Bathed in this infinite light, the fear in everyone's hearts disappeared for a while.

"Are you waiting for the opportunity to act?" After the master finished speaking, the light had already crossed the air.

"Confucian disciples listen to the order and retreat in an orderly manner!" Tai Shihou also made a decision.

……

The black clouds rolled, flooding the boundless range of the sea of learning, and everywhere they passed, the heavens and the earth lost their vitality, and the creatures turned into dry bones.

Beyond the sea of learning, there are many high-rise buildings, which is a prosperous place in the world. When they saw the black clouds in the sky, they all pointed and talked about it, but they didn't have much worry in their hearts.

"Look over there, the clouds are so big, it probably rains heavily."

"Hey, I'm afraid there's a ghost?"

"What are you afraid of, this is a holy place of Confucianism, and ghosts and evil will not invade."

"Yes, yes, haven't you heard, some time ago there was a big earthquake, and many people died outside. I heard that there are saints in Xuehai, so there are no earthquakes here. ”

……

"This is the power of death in Hades' lock!" Rao Beifeng saw the vision of the sky, and felt the power of death that could not be faced.

"Let's go!" Rao Beifeng shouted, his handprints bloomed and fell like flowers, and a golden light of mixed yuan rose, protecting the boundless sea of learning.

Yang Sen's body shone with holy light, his eyes were compassionate, and he took pity on the world, and said to several deacons: "I will go to help the Taixue Master." ”

At this moment, a sharp sword aura fell from the sky, and a person in the sky came arrogantly with the divine sword: "Xu Wei's confidant is still pressing the sword, even if the enemy is difficult to do, dare to open cold eyes in the world, and do not frown at the waves of the world." ”

The poem number fell, and the person who came fell on the flag in front of the stage on tiptoe, dressed in a white sword suit, flawless and unblemished. His gaze pressed on, locked on to Yang Sen.

Yang Sen didn't dare to be careless, this person's murderous fierceness was only seen in his life, and he knew that as long as he showed his flaws, he would be hit by thunder.

"The people in the blood list, there is no shortage of sons, and the pearl is seeking time!" Tai Shi Hou said jealously.

"And the concubine?" Tai Shihou turned his head suddenly, and saw a person in scantily clad clothes, smoky and flattering, twisting his snake-like waist and walking over.

"Enchantress!" As soon as Tai Shihou saw the person who came, he felt suffocated in his chest, and with a "poof", blood was scattered on the ground. "When was this poison laid?"

"The elegance is peerless, and the coquettish indulgence kills thousands of miles." The person who came was the soul who went to Jiuquan to drink in the capital, she sang softly, and her soft and charming demeanor made everyone in the martial arts stupid all of a sudden.

Looking at the ugly people below, Xia Yu "giggled" and stroked his plump red lips with a smile, and said: "A woman's beauty is hopeless poison for a man!" ”

She gently said to the few Confucian students below, "Do you think I am beautiful?" ”

Confucian crawled over obsessively and nodded: "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!" ”

He gently hooked his chin with his fingers and kissed it lightly in Confucius's intoxicated demeanor.

She lightly pointed her finger at Tai Shihou and said, "You go and help me kill him, and I will only belong to you." ”

Confucian Sheng's obsessive eyes suddenly glowed red, and he killed Taishi Hou with a fanatical face: "Kill!" Kill! ”

Yue Lingxi was shocked when she saw her father Taishi Hou poisoned, "Father! ”。 As soon as the hand was raised, the famous blade was already in the hand.

And here, a figure had stopped in front of the Moon Spirit Rhino.

Holding a paper umbrella in her hand, stepping on clogs, the black Toei kimono is covered with cherry blossoms, and the delicate makeup on her forehead looks like a happy little woman waiting for her husband's return.

This kind of look is the gentleness that belongs to a woman, and the eyebrows that enter the painting are the colors waiting for the return of the beloved.

It's a pity that this is the battlefield. She is not waiting for you to come home, but to send you back to that eternal vacuum home.

Yue Lingxi looked at the two knives on the waist of the visitor, one long and one short: "Who are you?" ”

The person who came was silent, the paper umbrella was thrown, the hand was already holding the knife at the waist, and the clogs were getting more and more urgent: "Click, click, click, click......"

The sudden turmoil made Xian Zhiyin and Mo Dump Chi frown for a while, both of them were masters of heaven and earth, and they could feel the horror that engulfed the world from the sudden breath of death.

glanced at each other, and followed the master of Taixue to chase after him.

High in the sky, the Taixue Master, who sniped the power of the god of death, emitted a sun-like light, curbing the spread of the aura of death.

"Hahahaha!" In the dark world, a whole wild laugh came: "Interesting, funny! His voice was hoarse and harsh, bringing gusts of gloomy wind.

A ray of light spit out in the darkness, and it was also the end of the three words of Taixue.

"It's... What's going on? String bosom friend and ink poured pool were stunned for a while.

The two rays of light collided in mid-air like meteors, and the goshawk flapped its wings, exuding a strange aura wherever it passed, like a lifeless wasteland.

Mo Dump Chi frowned, "What's going on?" ”

Xian Zhiyin felt the two qi engines in the sky, and suddenly he couldn't tell the difference: "The golden light breath is vast and pure, and the one who controls it is Confucian righteousness." The black light is deep and boundless, and it is the condensation of the boundless breath of death. ”

Mo Dump Chi said: "Between heaven and earth, everyone's qi is unique, and the two people in front of him, although they have different true elements, but the qi is the same. ”

There are countless strange techniques in the suffering realm, and the mystery is even more incredible, and the two qi machines in front of them have the same light, so that the two of them dare not do it easily.

"Let's wait and see!" The two felt the same way.

"Who are you? If you have such a capability, why should you hide your head and cover your eyes? In a few moves, the gold on the opposite side was on an equal footing with himself, and the Taixue Master in the black light was very surprised.

"I am the master of the Taixue, it was my fault that you were born with a thought?" The golden light showed no weakness.

"Foolish person who talks nonsense, let me see your true face?" The black light was angry, and he shouted endless dead breath in return, turning into a phantom of death standing up to the sky.

Everyone looked up, only to see the black cloak of death's aura covering the faces of the visitors in shadows, and a huge and friendless giant scythe exuding the breath of death.

"Death, Death!"

Although they have never seen it, at a glance, everyone understands the identity of the person who came, as if they understand that the world is the earth, and the person in front of them is the god of death who is in charge of the fate of all beings.

In mid-air, the divine angel transformed by Yang Sen was dwarfed in front of death, no longer sacred, as if it had become a big white bird.

Death looked at the slap-sized angel in front of him, and his heart was somewhat familiar, but there was a hurry, and the current goal was to debunk the person who had stolen his name.

The scythe of death slashed down, like mountains upside down, and the canopy of heaven was torn.

Such a dangerous situation made the face of the string bosom friend Wu Mo pour the pool changed greatly, and the two of them confirmed the enemy and me the moment the true form of the comer was revealed.

"The wind sweeps the mountains in all directions" The string bosom friend drank softly, waved his hand, and Confucianism did not pass on the holy merit "Indefinite Three Uniques" to shoot at the time.

The wind is fifty-seven hanging, "a lonely boat falls on the beach, there is no water to advance and retreat". Ze is the fifty-eighth hanging, "with the virtue of being strong and healthy, and holding a soft posture." ”

"Wind" and "Ze" are both the temperament of Confucian gentlemen. Only one move will be the first of all the classics to the fullest.

The ink pouring pool is not to be outdone, the true yuan is full, and the "gentleman's style" of Confucianism's secret tricks is not lagging behind.

This was once in the hands of the Sword Monarch Twelve Hatreds, and the secret trick of Confucianism that shocked the world was used in the hands of the founder, adding three points of mellowness.

The two of them joined forces to attract the heavens and the earth, and the Confucian Sect broke through the evil light and faced the scythe of death in the sky.

At this time, the golden Taixue master's trick was also completed, and he saw a shocking sword shadow emitting from the light and shadow. The sword shadow of blood light decides the heavens and the earth.

"Blood Sword Heavenly Perfection!"

……

The power of the three types of fighting the god of death together, suddenly the wind and clouds were empty, and the heavens and the earth were silent.

The combination of the three suddenly became comparable to the Grim Reaper.

In the sky, the shadow of death shattered, and only a man fell from the sky. With gray hair, staring eyes, and slightly raised corners of his mouth, he is very domineering, and he is the master of Taixue.

And the golden light was shattered, and the person inside also showed his true body. The sword eyebrows flew sideburns, the eyes were resolute, and a sword aura slowly descended on the earth with the holy light of Confucianism.

Looking at this young face that was similar to his own, the Taixue Master couldn't help but exclaim: "Impossible, how is this possible?" ”