In the blue sky, the clouds suddenly disintegrated, and nothing was left, leaving only a blue sky.

The force that rushed to the sky, the existence that had not yet appeared, seemed to have a little sand in its eyes.

Between heaven and earth, a pair of eyes opened, full of wisdom that perceives everything, and unshakable indifference.

Between the mountains and the sea, a phantom figure as high as a hundred zhang appeared, wearing a Confucian robe and a Confucian crown, with a blurred face and a long beard.

I don't know if it's an illusion, the sun in the sky seems to be a little dimmed.

This phantom figure, with the blue sky above his head and his feet on the ocean.

As soon as this phantom came out, within a hundred miles of Jingshan, the air was clear, and the sound of reading aloud came from the void.

The Confucian Academy has accumulated a thousand years of pure air, compared with it, it is like the light of fireflies.

Confucianism!

The founder of the Confucian system, a great man who transcends grades.

Since the death of the Confucian saint, more than 1,200 years, for the first time, someone has summoned the heroic soul of the Confucian saint.

At this moment, the sculpture of the witch god shook violently, and the entire altar and the entire valley shook, like an earthquake.

At this moment, within a radius of 100 miles from Jingshan City, all living beings were prostrate on the ground, trembling.

Ilbu and Uda Pagoda, trembling all over, with a crooked spine, stubbornly refusing to prostrate, this is the last dignity of the three-rank wizard.

The Great Wizard Salen Agu looked up at the huge phantom that stood up to the sky, his lips trembling slightly.

He muttered, "Confucian ........."

Since the birth of human civilization, the changes in the ritual system and the system have been complicated and chaotic. But if the long river of "history" is extended? Looking at it from a macro perspective? In fact, the changes of human civilization can be simply classified into two stages:

Pre-Confucian and post-Confucian.

Before the birth of Confucianism, the system was changeable and unstable? It's in a relatively chaotic phase.

After the birth of Confucianism? Only then does the civilization of the human race have the cornerstone, and there is a foundation that will never deviate from its sect.

In the tens of thousands of years after the conclusion of the era of gods and demons? If you talk about luck? Whether it is the emperor of the ancients, or the thousands of emperors in later generations? It's not as good as the Confucian saint.

As the founder of human civilization, Confucianism is more like coming into being.

Wei Yuan's eyes were replaced by a clear light, highlighting the god-like indifference, his flesh cracked through fine cracks? The crown and the carving knife are shining? Repairing his body over and over again, re-splitting over and over again, and repeating the cycle.

At this moment? He shoulders not only the power beyond the grade, but also the first-class majestic luck since the birth of the human race.

After the death of the Confucian saint? No one has ever been able to summon his heroic spirit? Not without reason.

Wei Yuan raised his head? Staring at Emperor Joan of Arc in the air, he said lightly: "You might as well use your sword!"

Emperor Joan of Arc looked at him indifferently.

Slash down with a sword.

The sword light is brilliant, time and space seem to be frozen at this moment, and there has never been such a powerful sword qi in the world, because in history, there is no swordsman who surpasses the grade.

"Ah.......h

Screams rang out in the battlefield, and a few masters who were brave enough to see this scene had a terrifying change in their bodies.

Some of them suddenly burst out of their bodies, and then, they fell apart.

Some of the bodies were dyed iron gray and turned into sculptures.

Some of them burst into flames and quickly turned to ashes, leaving two black footprints on the ground.

Some of them turned into yellow sand and collapsed, while others had flesh lignified, their skin had wood textures, and green leaves had grown from their pores.

Zhang Kaitai and the other masters closed their eyes violently, lowered their heads, and didn't dare to look at this sword light.

Fear exploded in their hearts.

When it comes to the pinnacle-level battle in the Kyushu world, it can really easily turn a region into a wasteland.

The brilliant sword light has come to the eye in an instant.

Wei Yuan raised his foot and stomped forward, with a momentum like Hong Zhong Dalu: "Before the Confucian Sage, who dares to be presumptuous!"

The hundred-zhang phantom synchronized his feet and stepped forward gently.

With this step, a tsunami hundreds of feet high suddenly set off in the ocean, and Jingshan completely collapsed, landslide, and tsunami........

The power of the Confucian saint with one foot razed the mountains and rivers to the ground, and turned the earth into a country.

The five-colored sword light collapsed violently, turning into the pure power of the five elements, rendering the sky colorful and magnificent.

Sarun Agu, Emperor Joan of Arc, Ilbu, and Uda Pagoda, the chests of the four super masters were hit by a clear qi that almost swept through the world, like leaves in the wind, and their bodies quickly deteriorated.

The four top powerhouses condensed their masters, repaired their injuries, their breath had fallen to the bottom, and their morale was even more sluggish.

The sword of the four people combined has reached a strength beyond the grade, but it is unexpectedly destroyed under the foot of the Confucian Sage.

The scattered Five Elements Sword Qi directly changed the elemental laws of this heaven and earth, towering trees grew in the sea, gurgling streams flowed out of the rocks, and flames burned on the surface of the sea.........

It's not that this sword isn't powerful enough.

It's the Confucian saint who is too strong.

Emperor Joan of Arc's breath was unstable, and the black light wrapped around his body turned into black flames, devouring himself.

He cultivated the way of the human sect, and he would also be burned by the karmic fire, and in the past few decades, relying on the identity and status of the monarch, he has firmly suppressed the karmic fire.

Fang was hit by Qing Qi, his breath weakened, and the karmic fire immediately reversed.

He took a deep breath and swallowed the aura of heaven and earth, and the body of the Yang God, known as the immortal Yang God of the Dao Gate, emitted golden light and extinguished the karmic fire.

...........

Wei Yuan's face turned a little pale, and he ignored the four defeated generals, turned around, and walked towards the altar in the valley.

The power of the Confucian saint was destroying his body all the time, despite the carving knife, the Confucian crown, and the blessing of Zhao Shou. But for Wei Yuan, it is still an unbearable burden.

Summoning beings beyond the rank comes at a price.

There is no mysterious and mysterious spell backlash, and there is just the simple truth of "carrying too much".

As Wei Yuan turned around, the phantom of the Confucian Sage turned to the valley synchronously, and moved his body.

No one dares to stand in the way of Confucianism, not a single product.

Sarun Agu looked at the green clothes, and was not angry because the general trend had gone, still calm and gentle, and said slowly:

"Wei Yuan, you are extremely talented, even if the witch god breaks the seal, you can be alone, why bother?"

Back then, the Confucian saint sealed the witch god, and there was a huge secret. Looking at Kyushu, I know the number of people who are hidden in it, and I have two hands.

Wei Yuan turned a deaf ear and resolutely and slowly advanced towards the valley.

He also has an enemy.

Wei Yuan walked forward in the void, and as he approached the valley, he was blocked by a barrier.

This barrier was invisible and qualitative, invisible, but tangible, it blocked Wei Yuan out of the valley.

Inside the valley, there was another heaven and earth, which refused Wei Yuan's entry.

The only thing that can block the super product is the super product.

The witch god has been able to influence reality and seep power.

The only thing that can stop luck is luck.

Wei Yuan held the carving knife and lightly tapped it on the invisible barrier, and the air wave "buzzed" and bounced the carving knife away.

Salen Agu looked at this scene from afar and said:

"The witch god has been able to penetrate the seal and affect reality, it is not a sculpture to be slaughtered. It's a pity that your reaction is too fast, if you can delay it for two or three years, the witch god will be able to mobilize more luck. ”

Wei Yuan turned his neck and looked at Salen Agu in the distance:

"You're suggesting that I'm trying my best to destroy the barrier, draining the few powers of the Confucian Saint, leaving me with no room to seal the Witch God. ”

Salen Agu said calmly, "Do you still have a choice?"

The corners of Wei Yuan's mouth curled: "Who said no." ”

..............

In Jingshan City, the figure of the white-clothed warlock appeared, and he silently passed through the closed city gate and arrived at the main altar of the Witch God Sect.

"Out of ....... Come........ Let's .........."

After the white-clothed warlock stumbled, he raised his foot and stomped lightly, and the formation took him as the core, spreading rapidly, enveloping the surrounding streets and houses.

Teleportation Pattern!

A famous iron rider suddenly appeared, armed with a steel sword and dressed in armor, led by a young man who was more beautiful than a woman.

The people in the city looked at this group of strangers from the sky in astonishment, and through the details such as armor and appearance, they recognized that it was Dafeng's cavalry, and their faces suddenly changed greatly.

I can't understand why Daebong's army suddenly came to the city.

Yanguo borders the three states on the border of Dafeng, relying on the dangers and dangers, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and has no fear, often allied with Jingkang, repeatedly violated the border, burned and looted. Even if you are a person in the market, you can pinch your waist and laugh:

"The Central Plains is like a girl, you can be bullied at will. ”

Only we fight Dafeng, and there is no reason for Dafeng to fight us.

This phenomenon remained unchanged until the end of the Battle of Shanhaiguan.

Nangong Qianrou held her saber high, her temperament was cold, and she shouted:

"Since the founding of Dafeng, in the past six hundred years, the Wushen Sect has killed the people of Dafeng, robbed me of Dafeng women, and the blood debts are heavy. Soldiers of Dafeng, slaughter the city with me. ”

"Slaughter the city!"

"Slaughter the city!"

"Slaughter ........."

Shen Xiong's roar gathered in one place, and the sound shook the sky.

10,000 heavy cavalry rushed into the streets, slaughtering and turning the city into a living purgatory.

Slaughter the city today, blood debt and blood repayment!

............

"Wei Yuan!!"

Seeing the slaughter in full swing in Jingshan City, Linghui Master Ilbu was furious:

"Only the super product can seal the super product, you are a mortal body, mixed in with it, are you really not afraid of death?!"

The situation has progressed to this point, and this three-grade master has a sense of powerlessness from the depths of his heart.

You Wei Yuan are neither a Confucian disciple, nor are you those mortal ants, the second-grade martial artist is enough to be alone and at ease, so why bother to kill yourself?

"If you say that you will be beaten by the Witch God Cult, I will beat you the Witch God Sect. ”

Wei Yuan's gaze retracted from Jingshan City, turned to the Great Wizard Saren Agu, and said with a smile: "The old soldiers of the year, it is not good to disappoint them by calling me a great god of service. ”

Under the circumstance that there is no food and grass, he chiseled through the dangerous Yan country, and approached the national capital, attracting most of the troops of Yan and Kang. Then the darkness of Chen Cang, crossing the ocean to Jingshan City.

Summoning the Jiaobu Jiaolong to offset the stormy waves of the "rain master".

Hit the great wizard of Yipin with a carving knife and forced Emperor Joan of Arc to appear.

Invite the Confucian Heroic Soul to inflict heavy damage on all the top masters of the Witch God Cult camp.

Send Nangong Qianrou to join Sun Xuan, enter Jingshan City at a critical moment, and shake the luck of the witch god.

From the moment of the expedition, until now, how to march, how to divide the army, which route to take, whose help is needed, how many enemies there are, who is ......... Every step of the way, he counted it.

Jian Zheng once said that in the world, there are too few people who can fight with me in chessboard games, regardless of victory or defeat, and Wei Yuan is counted as one.

Every time someone dies in Jingshan City, the luck that the witch god can borrow is weakened by one point.

Wei Yuan raised his carving knife and slashed lightly towards the barrier that was already as thin as an eggshell, breaking through the barrier of the witch god.

Ilbu and Uda Pagoda watched Wei Yuan enter the valley with unwilling faces.

Sarun Agu and the former Joan of Arc looked at this scene, the former with a calm gaze, the latter with a cold gaze.

...........

The altar is dozens of feet high, only slightly shorter than the mountain peak.

Wei Yuan raised his head and glanced at the towering altar, the stone layers were stacked on top of each other, a total of ninety-nine levels, and at the end was the god of the Witch God Cult and the founder of the wizard system.

After the era of gods and demons, one of the few super-products.

It's not too much to call it "like a god like a demon".

Wei Yuan retracted his gaze, raised his feet, and stepped onto the first step.

In an instant, the sky was killing, the earth was killing, this space was repelling him, and it was under terrible pressure against him.

Wei Yuan paused and stepped up the second step.

The Confucian Illusory Shadow descended the clear light to offset the pressure of heaven and earth.

Wei Yuan raised his head and waved towards the Confucian Saint Phantom: "No need!"

He summoned the Confucian Sage, not to kill the enemy, but to seal the witch god.

Salen Agu instigated him to break the barrier with the power of the Confucian Sage, just to weaken the power of the Confucian Sage layer by layer, and when he got to the altar, how much power did the Confucian Sage still have?

He Wei Yuan is not a tool, not just a tool that carries the soul of a Confucian saint.

On the contrary, he, Wei Yuan, is the one who seals the witch god in this life.

Confucianism is his tool.

Level 2, Level 3, Level 4..........

After level twenty, with every step Wei Yuan took, a crack appeared in his body, and the immortal body of the high-grade martial artist repaired the terrible wounds, barely maintaining his balance.

After level fifty, Wei Yuan was like a porcelain figure that had been pieced together, and his body was already full of cracks, including his elegant and handsome face.

He finally stopped, not knowing whether he was exhausted or pressed and could no longer move forward.

"It's not beyond the grade, it's a mortal after all, what's the difference with ants?"

An ethereal sigh came, as if from an ancient desolation.

With this voice, the power of Pei Mo Nengyu surged, and heaven and earth worked together to strangle Wei Yuan.

In front of Wei Yuan are two paths, the first way is to use the power of the Confucian saint to reach the top, as for after reaching the top, this hard-won heroic soul, and whether there is any spare strength to seal the witch god, only God knows.

The second way is to turn around and leave, and retreat with the Daebong army.

............

"Gods, so majestic........."

Wei Yuan muttered, a dusty past that broke through the blockade of memory.

Forty years ago, when Emperor Joan of Arc was still in power, there was a tragic war in the three northeastern states.

At that time, the three northeastern kingdoms mobilized 200,000 troops, captured the three states of Xiangjing, Henan, and slaughtered in three days, leaving no one of the old and weak women and children, and the people of Dafeng were slaughtered like lowly grass mustards.

Hundreds of miles are uninhabited, and dry bones are buried in the mountains.

More ferocious and more violent than the demon barbarian.

To this day, that battle is still a shadow in the hearts of the old people who experienced the war back then.

It was also that battle, and in the next ten years, the imperial court had 100,000 soldiers in Sanzhou, and the people would rather be exiles than return to their homeland, because they were really scared by the Witch God Sect.

Afterwards, the imperial court recreated the yellow book, and found that Xiangzhou, Jingzhou, and Yuzhou had thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, ten rooms and nine emptiness, and millions of people died in that war.

Wei Yuan, ancestral home in Yuzhou.

The Wei family only survived as a teenager.

The past came to mind, and now he is no longer the young man in green shirts he was back then, Wei Yuan laughed wildly:

"Looking back on the past 40 years, the country hates the family and the family is still in the dynasty. Now, I want to know, God, can you trap me, this ant. ”

Dressed in green clothes and walking up the stairs, the cage of heaven and earth is like a decoration.

Ninety-nine levels, reaching the top in one go.

Standing in front of the statue of the witch god was a broken human form.

Wei Yuan sneered disdainfully: "It seems that God is nothing more than that. ”

At the age of 4,800 years, only two people from the Central Plains Human Race have ascended the main altar of the Witch God Sect.

Confucianism 1,200 years ago.

Wei Yuan 1,200 years later.

That's all there is to it.

............

Great Wizard Sarun Agu sighed, "Wei Yuan, the resurgence of the Witch God is the trend of the times. The Central Plains is now withering talents, Confucianism is weak, and it is difficult to become a climate. Luck is lost, and the prison is no longer at its peak. Why do you want to use your mantis arm as a car?"

After speaking, his fingertips gently slid over his wrist, letting the blood flow, and pinching the Dharma seal in his hand, the sound was like a bell, spreading throughout the heavens and the earth: "Sacrifice to the witch god." ”

Beside them, Ilbu and Udapagoda had serious faces, each slitting their wrists and pinching the same trick.

The blood flowed from the wrists of the three high-grade wizards, like threads, but it did not drip down, but turned into crimson brilliance, and the wisps drifted towards the altar in the distance, to the sculpture of the witch god.

Blood Sacrifice Dafa!

The blood sacrifice of the Witch God Cult.

Hearing the voice of the Great Wizard, the wizards who saw this scene understood that the Witch God Cult was already at a critical moment of life and death.

Hundreds of wizards left the battlefield one after another, cutting their wrists without the slightest hesitation, pinching magic tricks in their hands, and sacrificing themselves like witch gods.

Nalan Yan only felt that his body temperature was gradually cold, and his vitality flowed along with the blood, turning into crimson brilliance, floating towards the valley, and merging into the sculpture that had been worshiped by the wizards for thousands of years.

You Central Plains soldiers can be brave and not afraid of death, is it true that my Wushen Sect is greedy for life and afraid of death?

The Witch God Cult has ruled the Northeast for more than 4,000 years, and he has never been beaten so embarrassed.

Even if you die today, you have to let Wei Yuan and let the great dedication fail.

When he was dying, Nalan Yan Huoran turned his head, looked at the green clothes, and remembered his father who was killed in the Battle of Shanhaiguan.

Unexpectedly, the father and son died at the hands of the same person.

Nalan Yan slowly closed his eyes and passed away quietly.

One wizard after another fell, turned into withered corpses, and they died silently, but without complaint or regret.

Their will was integrated into the witch god sculpture, this was the last resistance of the witch god cult, this was the curse issued by the wizards to Wei Yuan and the Confucian saints.

...........

Click........

On the altar, the statue of the witch god cracked, bursting out with fine stone chips.

Plumes of black smoke shine through the center of the sculpture's eyebrows, covering the sky and the sun, blocking the scorching sun, blocking the blue sky, turning the day into night.

In Russia, this black fog shrouded Jingshan City for a hundred miles, rolling endlessly, like a storm under a raging wave.

The horseman was angry and blood was splashed three feet, and the Son of Heaven was angry and ambushed millions of corpses.

What if the gods are angry?

The soldiers' fight survived again, and around Jingshan City, the few surviving raised their heads and looked at the black mist above their heads with frightened faces.

The black mist suddenly collapsed, like the sky falling, and condensed into a tall black shadow above the altar, and the face was blurred.

Those who dared to look directly at the dark shadow died violently on the spot.

The hundred-zhang black shadow confronts the hundred-zhang phantom, like two giants who open the world.

"Confucian Saint!"

In the dark shadows, there was an ethereal and grand voice, like anger, hatred, and sighing.

With this sound, the sky thundered, and the wind and clouds changed color. A terrible storm has struck.

"You'll regret it. ”

The ethereal voice came again.

Wei Yuan knew that this sentence was for him.

He was silent, turned his head, and glanced at the battlefield in the distance, the great soldiers in the fight.

These soldiers who died in the land of the Wushen Sect, as well as those veterans who died in the Battle of Shanhaiguan, the things they shed their blood for, and the things they shrouded in horse leather, in the final analysis, are just four words: for the country and the people.

I, Wei Yuan, brought them to death, for the sake of these four words?

The black shadow is condescending, indifferently overlooking, as if the gods are looking down on the common people and the ants.

The shadow raised his hand and pressed his fingers lightly.

The anger of the gods is terrible, but what qualifications do mortals have to experience the wrath of the gods, for the gods, it is just an existence that can be pressed to death with a finger.

What is the difference with ants.

The sound of bones shattering sounded, and the attack of the gods had not yet arrived, and the power had already shattered Wei Yuan's bones.

His spine bent sharply, as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders, and it was difficult to lift his head again.

At this time, Wei Yuan, like porcelain about to fall apart, was already full of cracks.

This scene is similar to when Buddhism was fighting, the golden body forced Xu Qi'an to kneel.

At this moment, he seemed to hear Xu Qi'an's roar and hear the roar of tens of thousands of people in the capital.

Wei Yuan's eyes suddenly burst into light, clear and clear.

In this life, I don't worship God, I don't worship Buddha, I don't believe in kings, just for the common people.

If the gods are unkind, they are my enemies.

Wei Yuan straightened his body a little bit, his bones were shattered, including his backbone, he could straighten his waist at this time, probably because there was some faith supporting him.

In Kyushu today, few people know why the Confucian saint sealed the witch god.

There are very few people why Emperor Gaozu rebelled back then.

Few people know that in ancient times, the witch god once eroded the Central Plains and cut off the luck of the human race.

He Wei Yuan doesn't want the backbone of civilization to collapse, and he doesn't want the Central Plains human race to bow his head and become slaves for generations.

The fingers of the wrath of the living beings were condensed, and they fell from the sky.

He raised his hand tremblingly, his hand grasping the carving knife, and the red blood flowed like water.

A hand reached out from behind his back, holding the carving knife with him.

I don't know when, the huge phantom that is a hundred zhang high has disappeared, and it has appeared behind Wei Yuan, as if it is the most solid backing of this thousand-year-old masterpiece.

Wei Yuan's hands no longer trembled.

A thousand years ago, there was a Confucian saint, and a thousand years later, there was Wei Yuan!

The scholar was in high spirits, angry at the crown, and roared at the witch god:

"Your witch god wants to erode my great luck and cut off my Central Plains human race's qi, have you asked me Wei Yuan!"

Wei Yuan held the Confucian Saint Carving Knife and gently handed it forward.

The carving knife blooms with a dazzling brilliance.

More than 1,200 years have passed since the last time the Confucian sage took out the sword.

This knife spans thousands of years.

There is no such amazing sword light in the world, and there is no such flamboyant spirit.

Transcendent power exploded above the altar.

The sky fell.

The black shadow condensed by the witch god collapsed inch by inch, collapsing into a terrifying wave that swept the heavens and the earth.

This force swept over the hills, flattened the hills, swept over the oceans and set off tsunamis, swept over the cities, and the cities were reduced to ruins.

Nangong Qianrou took the lead and led the heavy cavalry to retreat, her eyes were red and her face was distorted.

Father, you will survive.

Zhang Kaitai and other Jin Gong and Gao Pin Wufu are also on the run, in a death match.

Everyone is on the run, fleeing in a panic.

It was a long, long time before the aftermath dissipated, and the place where it passed was razed to the ground.

The main altar of the Witch God Sect, Jingshan City, has since become history.

Only the altar, which was protected by the Confucian Seal and the power of the witch god, survived in this devastating fluctuation.

Wei Yuan stood proudly on the altar, wearing a ragged green robe.

"Why ........."

In the void, there was an ethereal voice, but it was no longer grand.

The Confucian Phantom behind him stepped into the statue of the witch god, and the cracked gap repaired itself.

The witch god, sealed again.

Why?

Wei Yuan turned around tiredly and looked at the Central Plains, he started in the 6th year of Yuanjing, repelled the barbarian cavalry, and became the new upstart of Dafeng. Then he strategized in the Battle of Shanhaiguan and won this huge battle that changed the pattern of Kyushu.

Later, he abolished his cultivation, entered the temple, competed with the many parties in the court, and subdued the princes as eunuchs. Glory, merit, power, in the palm of your hand, brilliant.

Throughout his life, there are many things that have been studied by political opponents for half a lifetime and still cannot be understood.

No heirs, no family, alone.

The gold and silver treasures that the eunuchs regarded as spiritual pillars were also regarded as dung.

After decades of ups and downs in the sea, there is really no desire or desire?

Wei Yuan's gaze seemed to penetrate thousands of mountains and rivers, and he saw the sub-temple on the top of Qingyun Mountain, saw the stone tablet standing in the temple, and saw the crooked four sentences.

Why?

Wei Yuan said softly: "Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations." ”

He closed his eyes and never opened them again.

.........

In the autumn of Yuanjing 37, Wei Yuan led an army of 100,000 to capture the main altar of the Witch God Sect and seal the Witch God.

Jingshan City was reduced to ruins, and hundreds of thousands of lives were wiped out.

This is the first time in history that the iron cavalry of the Central Plains human race has broken through the main altar of the Wushen Sect.

Leave a name in history.