Chapter Seventy-Three: The Power of the Spring and Autumn Book!
As the two old demons of the ghost car and the merchant sheep are strong people who have survived from ancient times to the present day, their magical means are not a joke.
Even Confucius, who had always been calm, saw the combined attack of the ghost car and the merchant sheep, and his face instantly became much more serious.
Flying sand and rocks, the entire air is filled with endless attack and killing power, and ordinary masters are afraid that they will be strangled into nothingness in an instant. The power of this ghost car under the wings is so great, so fierce, so strong.
"Confucius, Terran, suffer death!"
The shrill shouts of the ghost car hit Confucius like waves. This is the unique method of the ghost car, attacking the spirit.
"Water kill!"
Shang Yang's attack was very simple. The water between heaven and earth seemed to obey the dispatch of this merchant sheep and turned into a sharp sword, and the transparent sword emitted bursts of cold light, which made people palpitate when they saw it.
This merchant sheep is worthy of being a demon beast close to water by nature. This ability to control water was comparable to the co-operation of the water ancestor among the ancestors in ancient times.
"Hmph! How can you be underestimated by the means of literature and Taoism?" Confucius snorted coldly.
"Ghost car, my Wendao spiritual power is all over the world, what can I do with this divine soul attack?"
Confucius stood on the ground, and his body exuded bursts of spiritual fluctuations, which actually formed a substance. The desolate space can't withstand the vast spiritual power of Confucius.
"Mental Storm!"
Confucius's eyes widened, and he looked at the place where the ghost car was, and suddenly, the heavens and the earth changed color.
The void shattered piece by piece, as if a huge hand was stirring the heavens and the earth.
Ka Ka Ka 、、、、、、
Broken, broken, broken continuously!
This piece of heaven and earth has collapsed. It was as if a giant had slapped the lid down. It's a terrible way to attack.
This spiritual power is a divine soul attack, and the speed is instantaneous! It can be said that the intention is where the attack is!
"Boom, boom!"
As if it hit the Immortal Palace, the huge collision caused the huge body of the ghost car to be directly pushed out for thousands of miles.
At the same time, a stream of invisible spiritual coercion also hit the ghost car's body fiercely.
Although the battle of the ancient Wenzu was earth-shattering, the strength of the Wenzu at that time had reached an incredible level. They simply can't see the true essence of Wendao.
Therefore, except for a few people, other people don't know about Wendao's spiritual power against the sky.
Such is the ghost car now!
I thought that in ancient times, it was difficult to entangle the soul attack that could cause great damage to Confucius, but unexpectedly, Confucius's spiritual power was even more terrifying than him.
Under the counterattack of this spiritual storm, he was immediately attacked by the divine soul.
Huge drops of black blood dripped down from the sky. A black river was formed above the ground in an instant. This black river is full of gloomy air, and a stream of mildew lingers in the sky.
"Boom!"
A deafening sound came.
A black body of several hundred feet fell into the distance.
Confucius actually knocked down a part of this ghost car.
"Shang Yang, look at the power of my Spring and Autumn Book!"
Confucius fought against the two at the same time, but he did not panic at all. As Confucius's words were finished, I saw that the Spring and Autumn Book rose in the air against the wind, and it didn't stop until it was a hundred zhang old.
At this time, the spring and autumn album is golden and bright, like a small sun, shining on all things.
"A thousand pounds of words!"
Suddenly, endless words rushed out of the Spring and Autumn Book. It's like stars falling from the sky. It's a starry place.
Every word is like a layer of immortal gold. It gives a sense of conquest with strength.
"Papa、、、、、、"
It's two forces colliding.
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"Oh my God, is this still a scholar?"
A young man's eyes are about to stand out.
Under a huge brush, the disciples and followers that Confucius had collected these days all opened their eyes wide, watching Confucius fight these two old demons in disbelief.
This is exactly what Confucius wrote.
In this battle, Confucius did not intend to expose the writing and Taoism. It's his hole card.
I have to say that Confucius is indeed a born saint of literature and Taoism!
The Spring and Autumn Book written by him himself has been rendered by the spirit of literature and Taoism, and has incredible power! This is his own unique treasure of literature and Taoism.
Everyone's literature is different! Confucius's literature is the Spring and Autumn Book!
The Spring and Autumn Book is infused with his life's work. Everything written in the Spring and Autumn Book is his own literary understanding. This point is something that Wenzu can't deprive.
Wendao pen belongs to the human race, and the Spring and Autumn Book belongs to him alone!
"Yes! Is this still a scholar? They all say that they are useless and are scholars! But from now on, who would dare to say that scholars are not!"
Another young student's eyes lit up. I can't wait to be the one who is fighting outside now.
"I want to study hard! After this battle, I must study hard!"
"Study hard and make progress every day!"
Many of the young students present had secretly made up their minds in their hearts.
"Aha, my scholar is useful after all!"
"Even if you die now, it's worth it!"
These are some old scholars.
"Chaowen said, Xi Ke will die! What Mr. Confucius said is really good! What an eye-opener!"
Who would have thought that a scholar who had always been weak would be so terrible to launch a majestic style!"
This is the exclamation of the followers of Confucius.
Although the battle between the three of them did not expand the scope, as a quasi-saint Great Perfection, this aura was transmitted.
All eyes are on this place.
"Ghost car, Shang Yang. They're not dead!"
The first thing to pay attention to in these eyes was the ghost car, the merchant sheep.
It's really that the prestige of the two demons in ancient times is too great. Although it is rumored that both fell in the end, the prestige of the two demons is even greater.
It is so rare that a demon can carry attributes! Especially the attributes of the two demons, which represent disaster and auspiciousness. This characteristic characteristic attributes.
"Huh, this Terran?"
But then, many eyes converged on Confucius.
This ghost car, Shang Yang's methods are already so terrifying. But there are people who can match two people at the same time.
It's simply incredible!
"Wen Dao is born again!"
Just a moment later, all the powers watching the battle lost their voices.
Since the disappearance of Wen Zu, the means of Wen Dao have fallen silent.
"In ancient times, didn't we kill all the people of the Wendao? Even the Wendao books were burned! How could there still be a Wendao inheritance?"
"Yes! That Terran was killed by us for thousands of generations, and the rest of the Terrans didn't know that there were still ancient Terrans! The Terrans were really terrible! Under such a great purge, there were still people who could comprehend the Dao!"