Chapter Seventy-Three: The Great Confucian Sage
After just a glance, Ying Chong knew that it was not easy, and he must have been trapped by Heishui Yuanjun with a secret method. Although the situation has the upper hand, it can not get out in a short time.
At this time, the hundred-bone Yuanjun also sank his body, entering the battered cabin, his eyes were proud, and he actually looked down at Guan Quan.
"This Immortal Yuan Rank Yin Yuan Thunder, can you feel good? The things made by your human race are very easy to use. It's also a shame that they have power over your life, and this seat will never be able to get such a heavy treasure in this life. ”
The Guan Quan seemed to be extremely injured, coughing incessantly, and dripping blood in front of him. However, in the cough, there was still a smile: "It's really domineering! A Immortal Yuan Rank Yin Yuan Thunder is worth more than 150,000 gold." I really didn't expect that this official was really so valuable in their eyes. But if that's all I have, I'm afraid I won't be able to take my life. ”
The Hundred Bones Yuanjun seemed to be smiling, not smiling, and did not make an evaluation, but his figure suddenly pounced. A white bone knife swelled dozens of times in an instant, and it was overwhelming.
The power of management does not flicker, and a book flies out of his sleeve. The Chinese characters are actually high-grade cinnabar books, and the words are like dragons flying and phoenixes. At this time, there is no wind spontaneously combusting, and the handwriting of that sentence is reflected in a red color.
Then a gust of wind hung up, and above the head of the ruler, a violent wind pressure was formed. Formless and insubstantial. But he stopped the hundred-zhang bone knife and continued to cut down.
And at this time, there was also a soft groan in the mouth of the ruler: "The first month is full of frost, and my heart is sad." The people's rumors are also the generals of Kong. I miss me alone, and I worry about Jingjing. Mourn me carefully, worry and itch. My parents gave birth to me, but I didn't come first, not later. Good words are self-talking, bad words are self-talking. The more the worry is healed, it is an insult. I am worried and worried, and I have no choice but to think of me. the innocent of the people, and their servants. Mourn my people, where can I stop in my ?——house?"
Ying Chong only heard half of it, and knew that this was from the Confucian classic "Book of Songs - New Year's Month". To the effect that the owner of the poem, who fears for the future of the country and sympathizes with the suffering of the common people, has been ostracized, and is worried and resentful about it.
However, what made Ying Chong even more focused was that every word of the Guan Quan at this moment, an inch of golden flame ignited around his body.
When the "Book of Songs-New Year" was halfway through, the whole body of the person in charge had turned into a red gold fire man, and there was a red gold fire sword in his hand, which was rapidly taking shape.
"This is Haoran righteousness!"
Zhang Yi gasped in the spirit armor. His voice trembled, and he was clearly shocked to the extreme.
Confucian cultivation is rare in the world, and those who can cultivate Haoran righteousness are even rarer, and there is no one in ten thousand. Each of them is an upright gentleman with a benevolent temperament, and outstanding ability, and is the true backbone of Confucianism. Some people even call it a great Confucian, a saint or a saint candidate!
Ying Chong's eyes also flashed a hint of different color. He was not only surprised by the identity of the sage in this authority, but also because of the induction in his own primordial spirit.
Cultivating the Divine Determination for several months has made his Yuan Shen power gradually stronger, so at this time, he can clearly sense the vast ideas and boiling thoughts in the Yuan Shen of the power.
Therefore, he can also faintly glimpse its mystery - this so-called Haoran righteousness must be an extremely special method of cultivation of the Yuan Shen. It was a spiritual power guided by faith, or rather, it was an obsession! Unwavering, frightening, frightening.
The Hundred Bone Divine Monarch was also surprised, but then he smiled again: "I have long guessed that you are in charge of power, and most of you have become a Confucian master! Today's mistake is not that you are injured, I am afraid of my bones, and I can't hurt you at all. ”
When the words fell, the Hundred Bone Divine Monarch was above his head, and he raised a huge array plate, which contained dozens of crystals, scattering purple and red brilliance.
Ying Chong's expression was cold, he didn't know what that array was, but he knew that it could not only resist the invasion of divine thoughts, but also suppress people's mental power. At the moment when this thing appeared, the fierce wind that controlled the power had weakened by at least a few percent.
The hundred-zhang bone knife pressed down little by little, but the hundred-bone god monarch obviously didn't have the patience to continue to wait for the bone knife to make a contribution. With a flicker of the void, it had already pierced in front of the person in charge, and it was directly smashed out with a heavy fist. Countless water surged wildly, wrapping around his bone-covered hands, with a force comparable to tens of thousands of oxen, causing Guan Quan to slide back several steps in a row, blood surging in his mouth, and the two golden light runes in front of him were also forcibly shattered.
Ying Chong's face was gloomy, and seeing that Guan Quan was about to be defeated and killed, he made a decision without thinking about it at all.
It is one of the things that can't bear to control the power that such a character dies here, and the second is that once this Hundred Bone Divine Monarch frees his hand, he may not let them go. The ferocious name of this great demon is much stronger than that of the four evils in the capital. In the middle of the river, they wanted to escape safely in this hand, hoping to be almost zero.
The two big demons who took action against the management today do not need to hide their identities. But the Yin Yuan Thunder and the array disk are clues.
Once this Hundred Bones Divine Monarch intends to kill people and destroy his mouth, he is afraid that he will not be able to survive.
"Do it!"
Zhang Yi had already had the intention of helping, and when he heard Yingchong's words, he immediately made a brazen move. The ten short spears on the back of the Spirit Guard were all taken down by him with lightning and thrown out with lightning speed! Only three of them were thrown at the Hundred Bone Divine Monarch himself, and the other seven were all directed at the air array. Knowing that the latter is the key point of the real Hundred Bone Divine Monarch, as long as he can destroy this array, there will be no limit to the righteousness of the power.
Yue'er also put on the Mu Yuan Divine Armor at the same time, her posture flew and flashed, and she came first, and the speed of movement was not under the Hundred Bone Divine Monarch. It was just above the array in an instant, and then it fell with a punch!
"It's just a few ants, and you dare to be presumptuous! You're looking for death!"
The Hundred Bone Divine Monarch raised his head, and finally divided his attention to Ying Chong and the others. A pair of purple and gold pupils also showed cold eyes, and the killing intent was full of intent.
First, a few bone spurs popped out of his fingertips, knocking the spears flying one by one. Then the hundred-zhang bone knife also swept back, forcing Ying Yue'er to have to bounce up.
This move turned the crisis into safety, but it also gave the management power a chance to breathe. More blood spilled from all over his body, and on the shattered deck, several more blood talismans were condensed. Then these wooden decks seemed to have life, and countless purple and green wood vines grew out, rolling towards the hundred bone primordial monarch layer by layer. And in front of the management power, a layer of blood flame talisman shield was also condensed. The wind swept in all directions.
"You can leave quickly! I can still delay you for a moment and a half! Today, Guan Mou is assassinated again, and the court will definitely investigate it strictly, and at that time, I hope that you, the son of the world, can honestly tell you about today's scene. ”
The voice of the ruler was desolate and sad, and it was clear that it contained the will to die.
The Hundred Bone Divine Monarch sneered: "Wishful thinking! No one wants to live here today!"
Dozens of bone blades pierced out of his body, and in an instant, those purple and green wood vines were all twisted into pieces.
However, at this moment, the Hundred Bone Divine Monarch suddenly sensed an alarm, and an extremely dangerous feeling spread to his heart.
Almost subconsciously, I looked in the direction of the left. I saw a 'Flying Thunder God' armor over there, which had already opened the door of his chest when he was distracted just now, and a young man of about fourteen years old appeared inside, with his right hand raised, and on his arm he was wearing an extremely gorgeous and magnificent armarmor, as if it was woven with peacock feathers, pointing in his direction.
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