Ordinary Mojia students need to summon their own book spirits to use the magic work, and this second-generation sage of the Mojia Academy, Yu Li, directly used it without summoning the book spirit! It seems that the abilities of these previous generations of saints cannot be judged according to the common sense of the Book Sword Continent.

A pale inky black smoke appeared behind him, dotted with black ink, like the ink from the light ink brushwork in Gongbi paintings. When the smoke cleared, a large trap bird appeared in the air behind him. This trap bird is more than two feet long, and its wings are spread out for dozens of feet, so large that it almost occupies most of the sky. Covered with white feathers, it resembles a legendary giant bird of antiquity, and it is impossible to tell that it is artificially made. It flapped its two huge wings, and as the wings flapped, the water of the great river below was blown into wrinkles.

The pale ink-colored smoke was caused by his earth-shattering and majestic Mojia scholarly atmosphere, and the scholarly atmosphere of the Mohist scholars was all pale ink. And this huge mechanical bird is his masterpiece in the 'magic work', and it is one of the dependents of the bird slippery to dominate the world hundreds of years ago.

He is indeed the second-generation sage of the Mo family, and there is nothing false about it! Seeing the appearance of this flying bird, the people of the Confucian Academy present thought in horror in their hearts.

After summoning the giant bird, the bird lightly tapped the ground with the tip of his toe, and the whole person had jumped high, and the golden robe on his body was hunting and fluttering in midair. As the edge of the robe fell, he had already landed lightly on the back of the giant bird. Standing in mid-air and looking at the group of weak cultivators below, his eyes were unusually indifferent. Suddenly, the pupils of his eyes turned a terrifying blood-red. It is full of violent, murderous atmosphere.

The two huge wings of the giant bird slammed into each other. Several blazing flames rushed towards the crowd below, and the flames were huge fireballs. With billowing black smoke and the sound of howling wind.

Boom Boom!

The explosion exploded in an instant among the members of the Confucian Academy, and a huge sound sounded, like a landslide and the ground cracked. Suddenly, the sand and gravel below were flying, and people who had no time to dodge were blown up. The stump is broken, and the flesh is flying. Such a violent explosion happened in an instant, and ordinary people simply could not dodge. Several of the masters in the Confucian Academy, who had reached the level of scholars, jumped up violently and shot into the sky like projectiles, trying to dodge this fierce attack. However. The bombing was almost devastating, and the strong aftermath still hit their backs. Several masters were hit behind them in mid-air, and with a whoop, blood spurted wildly from their mouths.

This second-generation saint of the Mojia Academy killed most of the members of the Confucian Academy team in seconds as soon as he made a move, and several masters who had advanced cultivation were also seriously injured, and his strength was terrifying. The bird in mid-air had no intention of stopping, and the huge head of the giant bird slammed up, and a black flame erupted from its big mouth again. With the sound of the howling wind, it rushed towards several seriously injured masters. Several masters who were scholars and cultivators felt the attack, and they were so frightened that their souls were scared.

"Stop!"

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from the sky several miles away. With a "whoosh", a figure flew in the sky. It sprang in mid-air like a meteor. Immediately, an earthy yellow majestic light flashed, like the brilliance of the sun in the sky. This light blocked the black fireball emitted by the giant bird and saved several masters from the Confucian Academy.

The visitor was instantly in front of the fowl slippery. Linkong stood across from him, staring at him with indifferent eyes.

"Dean!"

A few of the masters saw the comer. I screamed in surprise. They all fell to the ground and breathed a long sigh of relief: now they were saved. The person who came was the president of the Confucian Academy, the fourth-generation sage of the Confucian Academy - Zisi, with Zisi's cultivation, even if he could not withstand the birds, I believe that he could save the lives of several masters.

These masters were all mid-university scholars and were the pillars of the Confucian Academy. Death of any of them would be a great loss for the Confucian Academy. After landing, they sat cross-legged on the ground and began pranayama to heal the wounds they had just received from the explosion. The Confucian Academy's 'Yongzhen' supernatural power can continue to live as long as he steps on the ground, using the earth to constantly restore his vitality and heal his injured body.

"Who are you!" Seeing Zisi blocking himself from killing, a hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes.

"Confucian Academy, the fourth generation of sages, Zisi!" Zisi said in a cold tone.

"Saint?" a sneer flashed at the corner of Yu Li's mouth, "Your cultivation can only be regarded as the lowest level of saints, and the saints of the Seven Great Academies are already inferior to one generation after another." With your ability, you can only be regarded as the strongest among ordinary people, and you are also an ant in front of me, at most a stronger ant!"

The lowest saint and the dean was also an ant in front of him!? Several masters who were pranayama on the ground heard this, and they thought in confusion in their hearts. However, when they thought of the matter of the Shujian Dao Conference, they knew it in their hearts. The current saints of the Seven Great Academies can be regarded as the top existence of the Han Empire, but at the time of the Sword Gorge of the Book of Wars, several saints and sword saints joined forces to not be the opponent of the second-generation Taoist sage Zhuangzi, and almost caused everyone to be destroyed! Only the Taishi Dong Zhongshu could barely block Zhuangzi's attack, and his strength surpassed that of the saints of other academies, and all of this was related to the Shinto he created himself. It seems that the saints of the Seven Academies are not the strongest existences.

And Zisi's scholarly cultivation has reached the saint level, of course, he knows that his cultivation has encountered a bottleneck, and he has never been able to break through and improve his cultivation. The appearance of Zhuangzi in the Sword Gorge of the Book of War made him more aware that there was a more powerful existence above the saints. didn't say much at the moment, just said coldly: "Your Excellency, as a second-generation saint of the Mo family, came to slaughter a group of juniors from my Confucian Academy, I feel sorry for Your Excellency!"

"It's just a group of ants, kill it, kill it!" "You came just in time today, I want to eradicate you now, lest I bother to go to Lu Country!"

Ghost Record!

Standing on the back of the giant bird, the golden robe on his body was windless, and a huge nine-tailed demon fox phantom appeared in the void behind him. This nine-tailed demon fox has a graceful arc on its upper body, and its huge head is like a long roar in the sky. Underneath him are nine fluffy tails, which are very strange. The outline of the entire spirit fox was a miserable green, like a ghost fire with a terrifying demonic aura.

Magical powers are formed by the spirit of the book. The scholars of the Mojia Academy have two kinds of book spirits, one is "The Ghost Record", and the other is "The Devil's Axe". "The Ghost Record" records the thoughts and supernatural powers of the Mo family, and the magic work is the manufacturing ability of the Mo family. Mohist thoughts: 'love', 'non-attack', 'mandate of heaven', 'Ming ghost'...... This nine-tailed demon fox is the sublimation of the core idea of the Mo family's 'Ming Ghost'.

(To be continued.) )