Meng Juntong holds a tower in his hand, called the Glazed Tower of Immeasurable Merit, which is a hundred zhang high tower that the high priest of Luo Shu has found in an ancient Shinto ruins at the end of the Jiuqu Milky Way, and the high priest will take it back to Shaohua Dream City with supreme magical powers, plus thousands of years of refining, so that it can be integrated between square inches, containing infinite magic.

Before leaving the Purification Platform, the High Priest gave the pagoda to Meng Juntong, reminding her that this path should not be used unless it was absolutely necessary.

Urging treasures is useless in terms of spiritual power and spells, and only by urging them with dreams can they manifest magic.

However, this tower consumes an unusually domineering amount, and even requires the use of merit power.

If the cultivation is not stable and solid, and the pagoda is urged, it is likely to be drained of spiritual energy and greatly damage the foundation.

Meng Juntong's eyes had just stepped through the Quadruple Dream Realm Illusion Realm, and he was far from reaching the Illusion Realm that the High Priest had said.

But now apart from this treasure at the bottom of the box, Meng Juntong really has no other way.

Just as she gritted her teeth and was about to cast a dream spell to urge the tower, a huge crack suddenly appeared in the sky, which was forcibly torn open by some unknown force.

The five-colored silk is projected from outside the sky, and the sound of the book is loud between the heaven and the earth, as if there are thousands of students, reciting the wisdom of the ancient sages in unison.

The Poor Qi True Spirit let out a low roar, and without saying a word, it dissipated and disappeared directly, and the Basheng Sword that had hovered in mid-air before fell to the ground and was inserted into the ruins of the large street outside Wuyang Palace.

It could be seen that it was terrified of the five-colored pillar of light beyond the heavenly dome, as well as the sound of reading aloud.

"Such a powerful and righteous spirit, could it be that a Confucian sage came into the world!" Da Chu, where the boxing saint An Jie is located, has always pursued a military family, but he also knows how great the influence of Confucianism has been passed down in the world.

Compared to Qi Qi, Ah Nasal Dao is much more pitiful, he does not have the utensils to live in at the moment, and the ten thousand burial mounds below have been destroyed in the previous war, and he wants to disperse back to the human urn, but the human urn is almost dead.

At this moment, the only thing that the Annal Tract Manifestation could do was to run, but it had only flown out less than ten zhang, and the head containing the appearance of all beings was immediately bounced back, and all the appearance of all living beings changed into a look, that is, crying and wailing.

Billowing black qi emanated from the appearance of the nasal passage, and he seemed to want to forcibly decompose himself, hiding in various parts of heaven and earth, and having the opportunity to reunite and gather in the future.

But the people outside the sky didn't intend to give him this opportunity, and another pure white pillar of light was cast, and countless words from ancient times flew on the pillar of light.

The white light enveloped the nasal passage manifestation in it, and no matter how he resisted, it was difficult to escape even the slightest trace of black qi.

All the people in Whitewater City looked up at this spectacle in the sky, and the people who had originally worshiped Meng Juntong turned their heads to the huge crack in the sky and began to bow their heads reverently.

Meng Juntong saw that things had taken a turn for the better, so he took the glazed pagoda back.

Yan Fengyi and Xing Bai's injuries eased a little, and they rushed to meet Meng Juntong.

Most of the red sun in the early morning had already risen, and with that mighty aura, every wisp of evil qi in Whitewater City was swept away.

Even the living burial mound, which I don't know how many years Lan Ning had been raised, became clean and clean at this moment, without the slightest sense of filth and filth.

Suddenly, a figure floated out of the crack in the sky, dressed in a Confucian shirt, with one hand behind him, holding the saint's classic with one hand, with a jade crown and green silk, and his spirit was outstanding, and there was no smoke and fire all over his body.

"It's a Confucian sage," Yan Fengyi hurriedly bowed and bowed, holding the Confucian disciple salute.

He is not one of those superstitious and ignorant people in the market, when he was young, Yan Fengyi also traveled to study and went to the Qi State Jixia Palace to study and study, and he can be regarded as half a Confucian disciple.

The mysterious young Confucian sage slowly fell, and he was actually standing on the edge of the eaves where Lan Ning was, and he turned his head to Yan Fengyi and nodded with a smile.

"How did that saint master stand next to that guy Lan Ning. Wei Ling stretched out his hand and pointed in that direction and exclaimed.

Although his shouting might not be able to reach there from such a long distance, Yan Fengyi still pressed Wei Ling's hand: "Don't be rude." ”

Meng Juntong saw that the two seemed to be talking about something, could it be that he was admonishing Lan Ning to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, no, it should be a scholar on the ground, that is a Confucian sage. Out of curiosity, she took out a wisp of spiritual power and leaned in that direction, which was less than two hundred steps away from the two of them, just within the range of her spiritual power.

But this time, her spiritual power only flew less than fifty steps before hitting a wall.

The saint turned his head and glanced at Meng Juntong as if nothing happened, and smiled, he was clearly aware of Meng Juntong's snooping attempt, but he was not angry.

Within a hundred and fifty steps of the saint's surroundings, no snooping force could get close.

"Lan Ning, I said a long time ago, this road is not easy to walk. The Confucian sage spoke slowly.

Lan Ning's body had decayed to the extreme at this moment, and the Great Grandmaster's martial body was in tatters.

suffered that level of backlash, if it were someone else, I am afraid that it would have died a long time ago.

Lan Ning coughed heavily, wiped the blood from his mouth and said with a smile: "It's not good to walk and come here, you shouldn't have come here to see me off for the last time." Why do you want to learn from Buddhism and live away from me?"

The sage seemed to think about this issue seriously, and finally shook his head and said, "Your sins, the Buddha can't get through, I'm afraid it will be difficult to re-enter reincarnation." ”

Lan Ning smiled casually: "Even if I die, unless my soul is extinguished and I enter the Huangquan Underworld, how many people can help me, and who dares to help me? ”

The saint frowned slightly: "Listen to what you mean, are you going to Huangquan Dao to continue to do evil?"

Lan Ning shrugged his shoulders: "Not necessarily, but most of it is difficult to change by nature, or you will beat me away at this moment and completely stop it." ”

The saint lowered his hand, and the scroll in his palm had disappeared: "Lan Ning, are you still haunted by that matter?"

The uninhibited expression on Lan Ning's face immediately froze, and he said in a heavy tone: "Do you have to mention this to me, I take the demon path of this life, and you are still not satisfied?"

The saint sighed and turned his head to look at the statue of Xunzun's nasal passage: "After death, would you like to change into it?"

Lan Ning looked over and shook his head and said, "I'd rather be scattered." ”

The saint snapped out a finger and pressed it in the middle of Lan Ning's eyebrows: "Just as you wish." ”

In an instant, thousands of majestic qi converged in one finger, and the bees poured into Lan Ning's eyebrows.

With a muffled sound, Lan Ning's body turned into flying ash and dissipated into nothingness.

Lan Ning, the great grandmaster who had dominated Baishui City for nearly a year, was finally completely annihilated at this moment.