The Holy Dao Qi was permeated between heaven and earth, and an incomparable power was brewing between heaven and earth, and even if Kong Sheng tried his best to suppress that mighty will, it was still captured by heaven and earth, spreading in all directions.

At this moment, Chaoge was thousands of miles away, and countless great powers were all looking at the grass house in the east of Chaoge City.

All the people stopped their movements one after another and listened to the sound of reading in their ears.

Wuwang Mansion, Wu Jing raised his head violently and looked out of the city with a shocked face.

In the Water Pavilion Villa, the male and female swords continued to buzz, and the sword qi around Shi Niang's body burst out.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on the small building.

Whether Kong Qiu can attain enlightenment or not will affect his fate for hundreds of years to come.

"I remember that in my previous life, although Confucius had great talents, he finally stopped outside the Holy Dao Gate and sank into the sand! It was not until another thousand years passed that the Confucian sub-sage was born, continued the Taoist veins of Confucius, and condensed the vast river, that Confucius was truly canonized, and he was immortal and immortal! It was a thousand years late to the holy throne, which changed the situation of the whole world! I don't know what will happen in this life!" Zixin stood on the star-picking tower, his eyes were full of divine light, and he was powerless at this time.

The holy path can only be walked by oneself and realized by oneself.

The pen fell into a storm

When Yu Qi's last stroke fell, Kong Qiu snatched the manuscript and excitedly grasped the righteous song that had been passed down for thousands of years!

"Boom!"

The aura of Haoran in the body could no longer be suppressed, and in an instant, it went straight into the nine heavens and stirred the galaxy, the blue white sun color light appeared, and the ceiling was generated out of thin air from nothingness, and it was sprinkled towards Kongqiu.

The majestic and incomparable aura turned into a match, tearing the sky straight and heading towards the Heavenly Dao.

"Run away! This guy's Haoran righteousness is too domineering, if it's too late, I'm afraid that the mana in your body and I will also be turned into nothingness by Haoran righteousness!" The poisonous dragon jumped up and down in Yu Qi's sleeves, his eyes full of uneasiness.

"This is your fate, with the help of Kong Sheng's righteousness, you have refined the poisonous veins in your body, this is your fate, don't hesitate, don't hurry up and pounce!" Yu Qi grabbed the poisonous dragon and threw it on Kong Sheng's body, and then ran away without saying a word.

It's too domineering!

Haoran is too domineering!

At this time, a horse in Kong Sheng's body rushed into the sky, and went straight towards the mighty heavenly dao, and the matchless qi burst out all around his body, exuding a strange power.

"Now I am Kong Qiu standing a mighty long river, Confucianism, the long river is now!" "Kongqiu's Yuan Shen is like a mighty waterfall, falling from the Nine Heavens Star River, constantly colliding with the void air, the power of the Heavenly Dao appears at this time, the wind and thunder are great, and the sun and the moon are not bright.

On one side is the vision of the saint's enlightenment, and on the other side, lightning and thunder are rolling.

Upper capital

The true dragon whimpered, snapped straight down, curled up in a ball, and did not dare to face the power of the mighty Heavenly Dao.

The time of Confucianism has passed, and today Confucius forcibly preached! He wants to fight for Confucianism and fight for a life!

The mighty primordial spirit of Kong Qiu is constantly fusing with the void and merging with heaven and earth, wanting to forcibly squeeze into heaven and earth, constantly fighting with the way of heaven, and getting closer to the way of heaven.

Haoran's qi burst out, and the Haoran righteousness in a radius of hundreds of miles was overwhelming, and all the laws were shattered everywhere it passed, and the demons and monsters were knocked out of the prototype in an instant, and turned into ashes in a wail.

The Buddhist monks and Taoist monks, under the suppression of that heroic righteousness, were all pale and turned into ordinary people, and they did not dare to leak out a single bit of qi.

"Confucian sages, please help Confucius to help me prove the Haoran Dao and condense the Haoran River!"

It's just that when manpower is finally exhausted, the general trend of Confucianism has passed, how to compete with heaven and earth?

"Kong Qiu wants to forcibly preach?" On the first cave of the Daomen, the old Taoist priest looked at the lotus pond water and shook his head: "The general trend of Confucianism has been decadent, and now it is too late to preach, and the time has been lost." It's just going against the sky, and it's a dead end after all. ”

Endless recklessness

In a ruined temple

An eight- or nine-year-old little novice with red lips and white teeth suddenly raised his head to look at the long river that traversed the whole world, his eyes were flowing with golden light, and his eyes opened: "After thousands of years, there are people who have attacked the Holy Dao again, but it's a pity that ...... Although Kong Qiu is amazing and gorgeous, he has lost time. If you go against the sky, you won't be able to make the climate!"

"Living Buddha, should we take the opportunity to sneak attack him?" The Golden Cymbal King stood behind the boy at this time, and his eyes showed a solemnity.

"If you don't want to live, do it. Don't say it's you and me, even if it's a saint of the three sects, they will never dare to make a move at will. At this time, the mighty river is confronting the Heavenly Dao, if anyone makes a move, they will be locked by the Heavenly Dao and suffer the suppression of the Heavenly Dao!" The Living Buddha shook his head: "Besides, Kong Qiu is going against the sky, and his qi will be exhausted, don't worry about him!"

Seeing that the momentum of the mighty river of Kongqiu stopped, and exuded a declining momentum, at this moment, suddenly the mighty qi between heaven and earth rolled, and an ancient vicissitudes of life in the void came: "Haoran righteousness?

"What a Kongqiu! You have this heart, and you sacrifice your life to seek the Tao, how can I, the ancestor of writing, sit back and watch? I, Cangjie, will help you today to strengthen my human script!"

At this moment, a mighty wave came, and then in an instant, a figure rushed up from a corner of heaven and earth, and crashed straight into the vast river of Kongqiu.

In an instant, with the power of Cangjie, Kongqiu's mighty river skyrocketed, swelling more than three times.

"Boom!"

With the help of this force, the mighty river of Kong Qiu continued to be wrapped in incomparable power, tearing the void and struggling between heaven and earth, accepting the refinement of the power of the Heavenly Dao, and resisting the assimilation of the power of the Heavenly Dao.

It's a pity that manpower will eventually be exhausted, and the mighty river will continue to shrink in the face of the tempering of the power of the Heavenly Dao, turning into its original size, and constantly refining and shrinking, exuding an immortal qi.

"I, Chen Lun, am willing to help you!"

At this moment, there was another sound, but I saw a wave spread, carrying a majestic momentum, and Haoran crashed into the Haoran River.

"Chen Lun, a generation of great Confucians of the Great Xia Dynasty, has fallen for more than 700 years, and I can't imagine that the heroic spirit still exists!" In the Chaoge City, Zi Xin clenched his fists, and his eyes showed a solemnity: "There was no such atmosphere in the previous life. ”

"Hahaha, Confucius and I forcibly opened up a way for my Confucianism to live, how can we sit back and watch!"

When the words fell, Chen Hai sat down, his soul was wrapped in Haoran's qi, and he suddenly rushed towards the Haoran River.

"Chen Hai!" Yu Qi's eyes became serious, and he felt the familiar qi. At the beginning of the Yizhou Hou Mansion, thanks to this gentleman's tolerance, he gave himself a chance to have a chance to read and write.

"I'm ...... Chen"

"I'm Liu Hui ......"

"I'm ...... Wang Hai"

"My Cow Book ......"

Time and space are distorting and fluctuating, and one after another Haoran righteousness, like moths to a fire, overwhelming the sky, like a river that embraces all rivers, rushing towards the mighty river.

"For thousands of years, since the beginning of Cangjie's creation of characters, all the sages have actually abandoned their remnants of their souls and fulfilled the vast river of Confucius! Confucius created not only the Confucian avenue, but also the avenue of cultural governance!" Yu Qi's face was terrified, looking at the long river that covered the entire heaven and earth, and his fists were clenched tightly.

Endless heroes, as long as they are the sages of the past who know the words, at this time, the remnant soul does not know where to rise, feel the call of the mighty river, and they have given up their lives and rushed towards the mighty river.

Moths to the fire!

Knowing that he threw himself into the long river and was assimilated by the long river, there was no mark in the world since then, but all the scholars did not hesitate.

With that mighty soul, there are not many people who read books in ancient and modern times, but there are definitely a lot of them.

Ten thousand streams returned to the sect, Kong Qiu won the support of the sages of the past dynasties and all living beings, and the mighty river soared, not only resisting the backlash of the Heavenly Dao, but also breaking through the obstacles, turning into a real dragon and crashing into the Heavenly Dao.

The world is running, and hundreds of millions of laws are flowing, and they are going towards the vast river, only to see that the vast river is accompanied by the tempering of hundreds of millions of laws, and it continues to disappear, leaving behind the most solid and immortal essence, and the immortal imprints are derived in the vast river.

"Impossible! How could it be! He actually came to this point!" Before the broken temple, the Living Buddha stood up in shock, looking at the long river that was constantly being refined by the laws of heaven and earth in disbelief, and his eyes were full of horror.

It's incredible!

"Impossible! Impossible! The Holy Dao can still play like this?" the Living Buddha's eyes were full of shock.

Being able to resist the rejection of the Heavenly Dao and integrate into the Heavenly Dao is equivalent to completing the first step.

Next, as long as you can withstand the running-in and tempering of the operation laws of the world, condense the immortal true chapter, and integrate with the Heavenly Dao, then it will be considered a success!

"God, Confucius is so lucky, and countless ancient masters have come to help him! Confucianism has been able to compete in a battle for tens of thousands of years. Today, if Confucius cannot become holy and condense the mighty river, he is afraid that Confucianism will never emerge for tens of thousands of years! Confucianism has gambled all its qi! The remnants of the sages of the past dynasties have also given up all their vitality!

Buddhism has living Buddhas, Taoism has saints, what about Confucianism?

Nothing!

If you can't prove yourself as a saint, the future trend is sweeping away, how can Confucianism compete?

Why?

It's impossible to fight!

Confucianism deposed the hundred schools, if the hundred schools were turned over, would Confucianism still have a way to live?

Today's objections, all the great Confucians of Kyushu are dead! All the Dao fruits have been integrated into the Haoran River, and they have sacrificed their lives to fulfill Kongqiu, and they want to fight against the reckless momentum to have a chance of survival.

"In the past life and this life, fate will be rewritten!" In Chaoge City, Zixin's clothes were bulging, and his body trembled.