Chapter Seventy-Five: The Heavens Are Shocked by the Text!
"There's something wrong with the dragons!"
In the Chaotian Palace, Di Xin once again looked at the sky above the North Sea.
"Silver Armor Dragon! Now the dragon race has long been extinct!"
After Kong Xuan saw this old dragon, he snorted coldly.
"Emperor, this kind of silver-armored dragon's attack power and defense power can be ranked first even in the early years of the flood famine! Especially the defensive power, only the golden armor dragon can beat them among the dragon clan!"
Bai Xiaotian continued.
You must know that in the early years of the flood famine, at that time, there were many anti-heaven divine beasts. Being able to rank on the list in the early years of the flood is enough to illustrate the problem.
"The dragon clan's heritage is really extraordinary! There are actually means to let the power of the early years of the flood famine survive to this day!"
Although Kong Xuan and Bai Xiaotian didn't say it explicitly, how could Di Xin not understand it.
"The martial arts are also very powerful! the old dragon that can make the dragon clan spend a lot of money to leave behind, how can he have this opportunity if he didn't have the strength to be idle in the early years of the flood famine?"
Ge Tianshi also interjected beside him. At the same time, his tone was full of sighs.
Di Xin knew that this was the plan of the Ge Tian clan and the ancient human race. The Terrans also did this at the beginning, but unfortunately, the result was very tragic.
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At the same time, the attacks of Confucius and Shang Yang and ghost cars have also entered a white heat.
"Wen Dao, hum, let you see my rain tricks!"
Shang Yang's eyes looked at Confucius coldly, and then, I saw the corners of his mouth muttering a language that no one could understand.
But with Shang Yang's spell finished.
There was a torrential rain between heaven and earth, and this torrential rain seemed to be filled with endless sharp breath. What's even more terrifying is that the rain lines formed by these torrential rains actually formed a zigzag shape.
A murderous aura between heaven and earth.
These sawtooth teeth are boundless to the sky, to the ground.
Immediately, these rain lines spun up, like a huge monster, spinning towards Confucius!
Such a terrible rain killing method made many of the great powers watching the battle tremble.
"The text carries the way!"
Confucius's expression remained unchanged, and he muttered directly.
The Spring and Autumn Book once again rushed out of the endless text. Each of these words is square. Angular.
Suddenly, the words broke down in an instant.
Many strokes appeared in the void. Horizontal and vertical skimming hooks, boundless.
These 'horizontal' strokes directly grew to the size of a hundred zhang, and they all seemed to be like giant mountains in the void. exudes a heavy majesty, which makes people have to be frightened.
The 'vertical' strokes are directly raised for thousands of meters, and the giant sticks that reach the sky stand on the ground, ready to sweep the enemy at any time.
"Apostrophe" and "pinch" two strokes burst out of endless edges, like a heavenly knife, the cold light flashed, making people's scalp numb.
There are also 'hook' strokes that turn into pitch-black hooks, as if to hook the heavens and the earth.
These horizontal and vertical strokes have become the body of the road.
This endless text forms an endless army of killing.
"Shang Yang, you are the only one in the rain road, and my Wen Dao can carry ten thousand ways! How can you win me?"
Confucius's rumbling voice rang out.
After seeing this method, the ghost car felt that its head was big.
"Hmph! Confucius, Wendao should not exist in the world!"
"Quack, quack, quack!"
The ghost car emitted a thick black mildew, and after the unbearable sound of the ghost car shouted, suddenly, a stream of mildew rushed out of the body of the ghost car, and these mildew seemed to be brewing something in the air.
In just an instant, everyone knew what the ghost car was going to do. I saw that the mildew turned into ten-headed birds, yes, the mildew on these ghost cars turned into ten-headed birds.
These ten-headed birds rushed to Confucius all over the world, and these ten-headed birds passed all the way, which was simply seeing stones through stones, and encountering water through water. Nothing can stop the onslaught of these ten-headed birds.
This is not to say that the momentum of these ten birds is very strong, but the ten birds are all made of mildew. This mildew is formless and substantial, and it is the most unique kind of qi between heaven and earth.
Any attack will not hurt him!
This kind of method is very terrifying! In ancient times, I don't know how many strong people have unknowingly fallen into this way.
"Ten Headed Birds!"
When Confucius saw the onslaught of the ten-headed birds, his brows furrowed.
"No wonder your ghost car was disliked by people in ancient times, it turned out that the tenth head was blown up!
As if to solve the doubts in his heart, Confucius's voice was very clear.
"However, with these musty gases, you really don't qualify for calculating me!"
As Confucius finished speaking, a pure white qi suddenly rushed out from above Confucius's head.
"Haoran righteousness!"
"All the people of my Wendao will give birth to Haoran righteousness! Heaven and earth have righteousness, and my Wendao Haoran righteousness is the purest and most rigid qi between heaven and earth! Any bewitching and evil demons will turn to ashes under the righteousness of my Wendao Haoran!"
The voice of Confucius spread throughout the heavens and the earth.
In an instant, Confucius's two great methods shocked the heavens.
Between heaven and earth, the sonorous sound is like a flood bell and a great lu, completely spreading throughout the heavens. The battle here is too fierce.
Swords.
The eyes of the heavens were focused on this place.
Although Shang Yang's rain path was extremely sharp, he was restrained when he encountered Confucius's text and carried the way.
Countless giant mountains directly rampaged, causing the sawtooth of the rain to be directly knocked away. Then there are endless killing rods flying up and down, and all of a sudden these jagged people are scattered.
If you can't form a scale, you can't show greater power.
One hook after another directly hooked the body of the merchant sheep, and wanted to hook the merchant sheep over. These hooks don't know what specific things are between heaven and earth, and they are extremely terrifying. They seemed to come from nothingness, and they were directly connected to Shang Yang's body, and with Shang Yang's ability, they were all roared in pain.
If you want to say even worse, it's the ghost car!
Once again, the invincible attack of bad luck failed. Under the righteousness, all the mildew seemed to have met a nemesis, and everything dissipated.
He didn't attack Confucius, but Confucius's attack made him suffer enough.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Between heaven and earth, a flash of sword light flashed. These days the knife is unpredictable and extremely fast.
The huge body of the ghost car didn't know how many knives he had been stabbed for a moment.
A thousand cuts!
It's a real cut!
The ghost car kept fluttering, but after a move was behind, how could Confucius give him a chance to breathe.
Flesh and blood fly here!
"The Terrans are so majestic!"
Suddenly, an ethereal sound spread throughout the desolate world.
"Confucius, the literary minister, has the inheritance of the ancestors, and the Wendao is just the first means, and he can have the upper hand with one enemy and two, and the two quasi-saints of the war demon clan!"
"Wu Xiang Sun Wu pushed all the way horizontally, hitting the East China Sea, the South China Sea, and the West Sea one after another, if it weren't for the dragon clan having a hidden powerhouse, wouldn't the dragon clan be wiped out?"
"Not good!"
After hearing the words of this man spread throughout the heavens, Di Xin's face suddenly turned ugly.
"Ready to shoot!"