The "Saint's Chapter" that had been standing in the void in front of him, the glowing golden light flowing on it, suddenly dimmed completely, and in just two or three breaths, the golden light was completely shattered.

And all the words on this "sage's article" turned into pitch black as ink at the moment when the golden light was shattered, and then like a puff of ashes, one by one the black words collapsed, turning into countless dust powder, and did not return to the "Haoran righteousness", but completely dissipated between heaven and earth!

"Moral collapse. Cen Can looked at this scene and sighed heavily, "This sage's book "The Eight Virtues of Being a Man" has completely abandoned him. ”

"Why bother!" Chu Lao also shook his head, "He was completely shaken by this poem." Even his moral conscience thinks that he has done something bad to slander others. This "Eight Virtues of Being a Man" is the highest consideration of morality, once it damages any of the eight virtues, it will collapse immediately, and the immortals will be irretrievable. ”

Lu Li looked at the old man in white who seemed to be more than twenty years old, and then at Meng Siao, who was sneering, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Although this poem is unparalleled in righteousness, it can be said to be a first-class righteous poem between heaven and earth throughout the ages, but I don't know why, I always feel that with his temperament, he can't make such a poem at all." ”

The Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi also smiled bitterly: "I don't believe it either, but if it weren't for his heart, it would not have been possible to attract all the 'classics' of the great Confucians here! ”

A word to wake up the dreamer!

As soon as he said this, including himself, the four Great Confucians were all stunned, and their faces showed shocked expressions one by one!

Trigger the resonance of the "classics" of Confucianism, and let the records in the "classics" be re-transformed into the most primitive and pure "Haoran righteousness", which can be used for its use——

Although this is unbelievable, with the grand artistic conception of this poem, it is not impossible for these great Confucians to accept this fact.

But!

After they realized it, they couldn't extract their own "Haoran righteousness" from this poem, which was really terrifying!

One of the three iron rules of Confucianism's "Haoran Righteousness", "Haoran Righteousness" can be borrowed, which means that the party with "Haoran Righteousness" takes the initiative to cooperate, and I have never heard of anyone who can forcibly "borrow" the "Haoran Righteousness" of others.

Like Meng Siao at the moment, it is no longer simply "borrowed," but "plundered"! Only what has been taken away cannot be recovered.

"How can this be?!" Lu Li looked at this imposing poem that soared straight into the sky like a pillar of the sky, and his whole body trembled slightly.

"In the legend, it seems that only the will of the saint can arouse the resonance of other people in Confucianism, gather the 'heroic righteousness' of thousands of people, and compete with the sky. Cen Can is worthy of being the most knowledgeable and knowledgeable of the four, and he immediately thought of a possibility.

However, as soon as this possibility was spoken, the look of horror on the faces of the four people did not decrease in the slightest, but became more intense-

The will of the saints!

Could it be that this poem contains the will of a true saint?!

However, even if this Meng Siao has obtained the "preaching of the saint", is in charge of the "indoctrination scriptures", and is the "spokesperson" of the saint in this world, he only has the possibility of becoming a "sub-saint" or even a "saint". This possibility is just a potential, just a hope, to really achieve it, I don't know how many tribulations to go through, how much effort and how much cost to pay.

With his current true talent and the accumulation of "Haoran righteousness", he has not even been able to condense his own "classics", how can he make a poem with the "will of a saint"? !

It's simply not possible!

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, ninety......" Just when Cen Can and the four of them were so shocked by their guesses that they couldn't say a word, among the seven people opposite, the middle-aged Confucian in green shirts who was dancing began to count the words of this poem, "One hundred and fifty-six, one hundred and fifty-seven, one hundred and fifty-eight, one hundred and fifty-nine...... Two hundred and ninety-eight, two hundred and ninety-nine, three hundred...... Three hundred! Sure enough, it's the number of the Great Perfection of 100!"

He slapped his thigh, grabbed the arm of Wu Ji Tian beside him, and shook it vigorously: "See it! See it! This is the real 'Sage Psalm'! The real number of consummation!"

Wu Ji Khotan wanted to break free from him, but as soon as he heard this, his eyes immediately straightened.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, ninety......" He also began to count, and after a moment, his eyes widened as if they were about to fall out of their sockets, "Three hundred......! This ...... This, this, this...... It's really the 'Psalms of the Saints'!!"

His voice trembled, and his body involuntarily retreated again and again, and he stumbled, almost falling to the ground.

Three hundred words, full hundred, this is the real number of perfect words, there is no leakage in the body, although compared with the perfection of one hundred, one thousand, and ten thousand, it is slightly inferior, but there is no doubt that the number of three hundred is also the real perfection!

"How is that possible?!" he suddenly screamed as if he had seen a ghost, "how can anyone recite this psalm without missing a word! Only a true saint can be without leakage of his body, and all of them are Dzogchen! This kid is just a yellow-mouthed child with no hair!"

His face was sickly flushed, his blood was spurting, and his whole person was already a little crazy.

"The lack of one of the Great Dao is already the limit! Only the saints of the Confucian Sect and the supreme power that have reached the realm of death can be able to be unleaked and the Great Dao is complete! This must be a very clever illusion! Look at me to break the illusion!" The purple-robed man shouted loudly, and the spiritual flames of water and fire on his body rose higher and higher.

He took a scroll out of his bosom and spread it out in front of him solemnly.

"Formation Diagram?!" The Confucian in Tsing Yi exclaimed, "You are crazy! This is my Dali Jingshi! You dare to directly use the magic weapon of 'Formation Diagram'! Do you want to be killed directly on the spot!"

The purple-robed man was not moved at all, the scroll was spread out, and his hands pressed it.

Suddenly, the spiritual power in his body was absorbed by the tiled scroll like a tide.

"Is this the 'array diagram' that the array master made after arranging the large array and sealing it completely in a scroll of special material? Meng Siao looked at this scene, and his heart moved slightly.

From this scroll, he had sensed a destructive force that was enough to destroy the entire "Liulichang" market. It is a real ruin, completely razing the surroundings of Fang Yuan to the ground!