Far away in Great Qin, a hundred thousand miles away from the Song Kingdom, in a forbidden place of the Great Sword Sect.

A middle-aged man was dressed in a coarse cloth shirt, and in his hand was holding a seven-foot Qingfeng with a simple temperament and engraved with small seals of rice grains.

"It turned out that the purpose of the Ink Washing Academy was to put this Dao Sword in the Eastern Regions to deal with him. ”

This middle-aged man has a mediocre appearance and looks a little decadent, but if Liu Xunxiang is here, he will definitely be able to recognize that this middle-aged man is the boss who sold him the evil scriptures in the dilapidated little shop in Nangong City back then.

The Dao Carrying Sword seemed to feel the call in the underworld, and the sword body made a roar and vibrated endlessly, but no matter how it struggled, it could never escape from the middle-aged man's palm.

In the imperial capital of the Song Kingdom, Confucianism's face changed, this Dao sword is one of the Zhenzong swords of the Ink Washing Academy, and now he has not obeyed his call, he must have been intercepted.

But the sword spirit has already been born in this Dao carrying sword, and what can stop the sword spirit is not something that ordinary great monks can do.

"This Eastern Regions is a little different from the past. ”

Confucian was a little anxious in his heart, and hurriedly changed his hands, and shouted: "Zi is silent, strange power is confused!"

I saw an atmospheric vicissitudes of life burst out with the words of Confucius in his hand, and the voice of Confucius was ethereal, but there was a great power hidden in it, as if all the prohibitions, magic circles and seals in this world would be dissolved and disintegrated in this voice.

This word can break all the forbidden seals in the world!

"The great power of Confucianism, Zi said!" Liu Xunxiang was shocked.

It is rumored that there are thousands of supernatural powers in the world, and the most praised in the cultivation world is the son of Confucianism, the words of Taoism, and the closed-mouth meditation of Buddhism.

Unexpectedly, today, this Confucian student directly used such immortal powers, but even so, the Dao Sword still did not appear in front of everyone, and Confucian was even more devoured by the supernatural powers, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Meng Zai, you despicable villain, what kind of ruthless magic power did you use to block the connection between the Dao Sword and me!"

Meng Zai said lightly: "If you don't cultivate well, you resent others for being ruthless, and the Ink Washing Academy is really not as good as the generation, and the way of the gentleman left by the master back then has now been completely forgotten by you." ”

"Shut up, you deviant, what qualifications do you have to speak about the Master!" Confucian was furious.

Meng Zai smiled: "You have, then I ask you, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, today you know that I am here, but you still dare to come, you claim to be brave, but in fact you are stupid, this is the way of a gentleman you pursue?"

Meng Zheng's voice turned into a wave of Dao sound and crashed into Confucius, this Confucian suddenly shrank his pupils, opened his mouth and spurted blood again, and the breath of the whole person suddenly withered.

"Evil words confuse the public!" Confucian Sheng covered his chest with his right hand, and his eyes were red.

He Zi said, the words and the law are the same as the great supernatural powers, and the evil words confuse the public.

Xinghe and the others were full of envy, such a great supernatural power, some monks may not be able to see the sound and appearance in their lifetime, but now in this imperial capital, they actually saw two kinds at once.

Emperor Song on the side saw that Confucian was frustrated, and was about to act, but Meng Zai's eyes flashed, and he stretched out his hand to grab the position where Emperor Song was, bent his fingers into claws, and directly dragged the Emperor Song from the air along with the dragon chair.

Emperor Song and the dragon chair smashed down the palace range, only to see three or five splendid palaces directly smashed to pieces.

Ye Siran Xinghe and the others looked at the side where Emperor Song fell with a dull face, and they couldn't relax for a while.

That is the strongest man in the Song Kingdom, although he has not achieved the Divine Xuan, but he is also a great monk who can overwhelm the Yunxiang Realm, but in the hands of Meng Zheng, he can't even make a move.

Seeing this, Su Zhiling was about to fly to Emperor Song's side, after all, no matter what Emperor Song said, he was also her master.

Liu Xunxiang grabbed her and said: "This Emperor Song is the king of a country, Senior Meng has lost his face by this move, it is good for you to save him, but it is also the most embarrassing side of him, the emperor's face, humiliation." ”

Su Zhiling was awe-inspiring, for the emperor, face is the most important, if he bumps into it, I am afraid that after this incident, Emperor Song will not be able to kill himself.

On the other hand, Ye Siran and the others saw that all of them were standing in place, and none of them had the intention of stepping forward to investigate.

Nangong Yixuan shook his head on the side and said: "This Meng senior, it is worthy of being a fierce man who overturned a holy land by himself back then, Emperor Song is in his hands, and he doesn't even have a chance to resist." ”

Liu Xunxiang also stared intently at Meng Zao, just when Meng Zao was moving towards Emperor Song, he clearly felt that this Meng Zao seemed to be different from the monk.

In the way the monk fights with people, he uses all the aura, but Meng Zai's body does not seem to have any aura.

Seeing that Emperor Song was directly smashed to the ground by Meng Zheng, Wu Liang in the sky was also energetic, only to see him rubbing his hands, rushing up with a snort, and smashing his fist directly on the face of the father-in-law who was following Emperor Song, the Yunxiang Realm.

"Mother, Dao Ye has long been unhappy with you, a eunuch who is neither male nor female. ”

This father-in-law was careless for a while, and Wu Liang directly knocked out two teeth, and he was suddenly angry, urging the aura to fight with Wu Liang.

And another great power of the Yun Xiang Realm of the Song Kingdom saw the two of them fighting, and without saying a word, he directly rushed towards Wu Liang to kill.

As soon as he rushed to Wu Liang's side, he saw a sudden fall from the sky and a long-haired beast claw, which had been covering the sky and the sun, and directly smashed this Yunxiang Realm power to the ground with one claw.

The guardian beast of the Fog Hidden Sect also took action.

"It's over, it's still a fight. Liu Xunxiang looked at the light and darkness behind the clouds above, and hurriedly shouted at Xinghe and the others: "Quick, let the monk transfer mortals!"

Xinghe and the others reacted, and one after another jade slips suddenly turned into streamers and flew into the air, and then, a layer of light curtain appeared in the sky above the residents of the imperial capital, and so many residents couldn't move at all.

Therefore, a group of Rebirthing Realm Ancestors took action one after another to form a defensive formation to resist the aftermath of this supernatural power.

Roar!!!

In the depths of the palace, Emperor Song shook open the rocks, his hair was scattered, and his face was hideous.

He is a dignified and respected country, and today he was directly pulled down from the air with a chair in front of his people, which is a great shame and humiliation, which can be imagined.

"Meng Zai!! you deceive people too much!!"

Emperor Song urged the aura, destroyed the decay all the way, and rushed directly to Meng Zheng, but Meng Zheng's eyes were always staring at Confucianism, and he directly ignored the angry Song Emperor.

Seeing that this Song Emperor rushed with the great supernatural power of heaven and earth, Meng Zao's body did not move, and he backhanded a palm in the direction of Song Huang.

There was no movement in the void, but Emperor Song, who rushed in, was like a fly, and his body was whipped by Meng Zao's palm, and he didn't stop until he pierced and smashed more than five halls.

The gap, the gap between Emperor Song and Meng Zheng is too big.

Even if this Song Emperor's ability is overwhelming, in front of Meng Zheng, he is the child who has no power to restrain the chicken.

"It is worthy of the fierce man who overturned the entire Ink Washing Academy with the power of one person. Liu Xunxiang's eyes were full of brilliance.

This is the cultivation realm, and strength is respected.

Emperor Song can not be afraid of Bai Yue, he can not be afraid of Qin State, and he can not be afraid of Wu Liang in the Yunxiang Realm, but for Meng Zheng, he has to be afraid.

Confucian Sheng's eyes were scarlet, like a mad beast staring at Meng Zheng: "Meng Zheng, you have done a lot of evil, you have no respect for your superiors, you are a scholar in vain!"

Meng Zai withdrew his hands, his hands behind his back, as if he had just knocked over Emperor Song, it was just a trivial matter for him.

"Junior, you are not my opponent, what is the use of these words? Meng Mou is not a scholar, it is not you who have the final say, and it is not your Ink Washing Academy that has the final say.

Just like this world, it is the world of the people of the world, maybe some people are afraid of power and will refer to soap as white, but in this world, there are always sober people.

After Meng left, he no longer pursued the incident, but it was you who never let Meng go for the sake of the so-called face.

Let me ask, the face of your Ink Washing Academy is face, and the face of my Meng is not face?"

These words were like magic sounds, turned into infinite power, and were imprinted in the ears of Confucian scholars.

The monk is supernatural, and he criticizes and writes.

Confucian Sheng was manipulated by Meng Zai's supernatural powers, and the clarity in his eyes began to disappear little by little, at this moment, this Confucian suddenly bit his tongue, and directly bit off all his tongues, and through severe pain, he barely broke free from Meng Zai's supernatural powers.

"Full of nonsense, as a holy place for scholars, how can you be so defiled, you are deviant, and you want to trap me in injustice!"

Liu Xunxiang looked at the Confucian who was covered in blood, and wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he still couldn't say a word.

The grievances between Meng Zheng and the Ink Washing Academy, no one can say who is right and who is wrong.

"Sour rotten literati. Meng Zai sneered.

Confucius suddenly felt as if someone had choked his neck, his face turned red, and his eyes were protruding, but Meng Zheng didn't intend to waste time and was ready to kill him.

Seeing that Confucianism was about to fail, an old voice suddenly came from the sky, this voice was strong, as if it contained thousands of truths, and people heard it like an empowerment, and they drank it as a head.

"Do not do unto others as you would have them do unto you. ”

It was simply eight words, but Confucian suddenly relaxed, the suffocation on his neck dissipated in an instant, and he knelt on the ground and gasped for breath.

"Divine !!"

"It's .... The breath of the Divine Realm. ”

Emperor Song, Xinghe and other great powers suddenly changed their faces drastically, in this voice, they felt the supreme divine might, as if they were like a prison, it seemed that this voice had great power, so that they did not have the slightest ability to resist.

"Is this the Divine Mystery Realm?" Liu Xunxiang's eyes fell into confusion, and her body involuntarily wanted to kneel down.

No, you can't kneel!

The cultivator in Liu Xunxiang's body suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of scarlet eyes appeared in the gray sea of consciousness like two red lanterns.

Liu Xunxiang came to his senses, but saw that the surroundings, Xinghe, Ye Siran, Wu Liang, Nangong Yixuan, Su Zhiling and others had already knelt on the ground respectfully.

But he could see that there was a look of struggle in Wu Liang's eyes, and obviously, their original intention was not to kneel.

"Hey, funny little one. The owner of the voice above seemed to find that Liu Xunxiang was not kneeling, and spoke in admiration.

Meng Zheng frowned slightly, and appeared in front of Liu Xunxiang, blocking him behind.

"The contemporary gentleman of the Ink Academy. Meng Zai said slowly, his voice seemed to be a little solemn.