Hand support three seals.

He Yuanfeng's body moved forward and stepped out in one step!

A mysterious aura permeated from his body, and the momentum that had reached the peak rose again, and it actually rose a little.

The powerful people sitting in the front row had already felt this change, and their eyes couldn't help but widen.

No one expected that He Yuanfeng would enter the tribulation period under such circumstances!

A smile appeared on He Yuanfeng's face.

But his ambitions don't stop there.

He held the Three Talents Seal in his hand high and recited the obscure scriptures in his mouth.

He Yuanfeng stepped into the air, and the three talents were printed and lighted, enveloping the entire square.

If someone opens the pupil technique at this moment, they can see that bright yellow silk threads fly out from the top of the heads of the disciples of the Sancai Academy, and under the traction of the Sancai Seal, they will not enter He Yuanfeng's body.

Not only Sancai Square, but also in the entire territory of Sancai Academy, in every place where there are branches of Sancai Academy, countless silk threads converge into an ocean, rushing in the direction of the main altar!

At this time, the powerful people in Sancai Square had already discovered that something was wrong.

The old dean of Sancai Academy, his actions at this moment are too abnormal.

Shen Li suddenly got up and looked at He Yuanfeng in the air: "Master, what are you doing?!" ”

He Yuanfeng lowered his head, glanced at his apprentice, then looked at the people in the field, and said loudly:

"Today, we must harvest the talents of the world, and use the literary fortune of Confucianism in the world to cast the saint fruit position!"

Those bright yellow silk threads are the [talent] that only readers can have.

"What, what?"

Shen Li couldn't believe his ears.

The other people's faces were also full of disbelief.

He Yuanfeng stepped on the void, overlooking the people of Sancai Academy, his eyes were resolute and cold.

From the very beginning, this celebration was a stage carefully planned by He Yuanfeng for himself.

What is there to set a heart for heaven and earth? It's just He Yuanfeng's performance.

He had been trapped at the peak of the Mahayana period for too long.

It's been so long that his longevity is coming to an end.

But He Yuanfeng hasn't lived long enough.

By chance, he was given a scroll of secret magic.

It records a way to harvest the talents of the world, and to make oneself holy in the world at the cost of cutting off the world's Confucian literary fortune and cutting off the world's Confucian path.

That volume of secret art was recorded in such detail that it made He Yuanfeng feel scared.

He once thought that the one who developed this method should be the enemy of ancient Confucianism and Taoism.

After deducing the results, he hesitated for a long time.

Because He Yuanfeng is very clear.

If he really did this, once he succeeded, it would mean that the Confucian cultivators in the world would cut off the path and there would be no way forward.

He will destroy the entire Confucianism with his own hands, and there will be no Confucianism inheritance in the world from now on.

But in the end, He Yuanfeng still chose this path.

He wanted to live forever so much.

The more the deadline approaches, the more fearful it is about death.

Moreover, sanctification on earth...... It's so tempting.

Under the oppression of death and the temptation of enlightenment, he finally gave up his nearly 5,000 years of perseverance, forgot the oath he had made in front of the statue of the saint when he was young, and opened the secret scroll.

In accordance with the requirements of the secret method, he prepared this celebration, and used the method of appearing in front of people to accumulate his prestige and fortune to the peak.

He is the only one in this world who can use this secret method.

Because he is the dean of Sancai Academy and the leader of Confucianism in the world.

Only those who are tied to the luck of Confucianism can cut off the luck of Confucianism and use it to perform this technique.

And now, just the first step, it made him a monk of the Tribulation Period.

He Yuanfeng felt very good, let out a long roar, the three talent seals in his hands vibrated and glowed, and a large amount of talent qi surged from all directions.

Almost at this moment, all the great powers of Confucianism gave birth to a kind of perception between the underworld.

The road ahead will be broken, and the road will be extinct!

"Master, stop!"

Shen Li jumped up, jumped into the air, and said loudly:

"The Tao is the way of the people of the world, and the talent is the talent of the people of the world.

He Yuanfeng glanced at him, and with a flick of his robe, he knocked Shen Li down.

He has only been in the Mahayana period for three hundred years, how can he be the opponent of He Yuanfeng, who has already completed the tribulation and holds the Dao weapon in his hand?

"Those who steal the hook will be punished, and those who steal the country will be punished!"

He Yuanfeng looked at his apprentice and scolded:

"It's just to borrow some talents, and when I achieve the rank of saint, I will open a new path for Confucianism in the world! At that time, I will be the new Confucian saint! ”

"Crazy, really crazy!"

There is great power to gnash teeth.

"I'm waiting for the incarnation to come, and I want to deal with him, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to catch it."

Someone spoke.

The old man on the side shook his head and did not speak.

He Yuanfeng dared to risk the world's disapproval and commit such a stealing move, I am afraid that he would have already prepared his back.

Between heaven and earth, the wind and clouds change.

A mana hand flew out from the direction of Zhongzhou, across hundreds of millions of miles of rivers and mountains, and suppressed it.

There was a powerful body that made a move, trying to stop He Yuanfeng's actions.

He Yuanfeng sneered, not dodging or dodging, but an extremely dazzling golden light burst out from his body.

If you look closely, this golden light is composed of countless extremely fine silk threads, gathered together, and it is extremely intense.

The golden light extends out, one zhang, two zhang, three zhang......

It spread a thousand feet away before the golden light stopped extending.

The mana hand fell, hitting the golden light, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and it disappeared into invisibility.

"This is Heavenly Merit!"

The gray-clothed master of Qichen Temple recognized the roots of this golden light, and his face suddenly changed.

"Don't say an attack, even if you wait for your real body to come, the old man is not afraid!"

He Yuanfeng held the Sancai Seal in his hand, and his voice resounded through the sky, "I am the leader of the Confucian Sect, and this heavenly merit should be used by me!" ”

Ancient Confucianism and Taoism have been inherited to this day, opening up the wisdom of the people, educating the world, and gaining countless merits from heaven.

Sancai Academy inherits the ancient Confucianism and Taoism heritage, and also inherits some of the heavenly merits.

Now on He Yuanfeng's body, there is a thousand zhang long!

This body of merit is the greatest reliance on He Yuanfeng for daring to do such a stealing thing!

He Yuanfeng, who holds the seal of the three talents, is not afraid of everything!

Even if all the powerful true bodies present are in person, he can rely on the heavenly merits on his body to support the time of a cup of tea under the attack of everyone!

It wasn't a long time, but it was enough for him to become enlightened.

He Yuanfeng had already sensed the change in Confucianism's luck.

Somewhere in the Cangyuan Realm, in a thatched hall, the old man who was writing at his desk suddenly stopped writing and frowned.

Beside him were neatly stacked manuscripts of novels.

But the chapter that was going on on the desk couldn't be written like a pen with broken ink.

On top of a painting boat, an elegant-looking middle-aged scribe opened his mouth to speak.

But only the first half of the que was pronounced, and the second half was stuck in the throat.

In the imperial examination room, some students worked hard to write and write, and they were full of joy.

At this moment, he suddenly stopped writing and didn't know how to continue.

Similar things continue to happen everywhere in the Cangyuan Realm.

Confucianism's luck was cut off by He Yuanfeng, and his talent was detained by him from the world's scholars.

He will use Confucianism's luck as firewood, and the world's talent as fire, and burn out a saint's fruit position!

A raging fire is about to ignite.

He Yuanfeng looked up to the sky and roared:

"Confucianism and Taoism are dying, I am the new saint!"