"There is a Confucian Confucian in the White Emperor City! Who is he?"

Just when Gong Manxue was preaching to Li Xiake in the White Emperor City, the vision he gave birth to had already alarmed countless martial arts masters on the earth.

In the far west, there is a huge mountain like black jade, this peak seems to gather all the cold and evil in the world, even the light of the sun can hardly envelop it, it is like a phantom, standing in the snow-capped mountains, if there is nothing, a gust of wind blows, and even this phantom blows and sways, rippling ripples from layers of strange void.

And on top of this huge peak, which is not smaller than Mount Meru, there are rows of tall and unusual buildings, and rows of black-armored guards who are about three feet tall and only show two blood-red eyes, are holding long weapons, silently patrolling back and forth in the streets.

Men and women dressed in white with blood-colored flames embroidered on their clothes were on the mountain following the teachings of various academies to learn each sample collar, and from time to time there were bursts of strong or weak fluctuations in the martial arts arena, which was the movement of the disciples in the competition.

When Gong Manxue was preaching in the White Emperor City, an extremely clear lake on the black giant mountain suddenly had no wind and waves, and the lotus bones in the lake gradually swayed, and the petals slowly stretched out, emitting a faint fragrance.

Just when the lake was making waves, there was already a middle-aged man by the lake, and after a while, several more people appeared at the lake, all looking at the white lotus flowers in the lake, and their faces were not very good-looking.

The white-robed man at the head was tall, with a long face and thin eyes, long hair and a shawl, and the whole person stood by the lake, giving people a strange sense of majesty that could support heaven and earth, he stood on the mountain, as if he was suppressing the mountain, not the mountain supporting him, and the wind blew on the top of the mountain, directly through his body, as if he himself had become a part of the void, and there was no physical form, even a single hair had not shaken.

"Confucianism, hehe, Confucianism!"

The middle-aged man looked at the white lotus that was still slowly stretching in the clear lake water, and said hesitantly: "Every time there is one more lotus flower in the empty pool, there will be one more peerless master in the world, hehe, a flower bone of the lotus flower in this pool has been born for more than fifty years, but it has never bloomed, I have always been curious about whose body this flower should be, but I didn't expect that it is the flower blooming in the White Emperor City!"

He turned around, looked in the direction of the White Emperor City, and said lightly: "Inform the Dao Masters of all places, don't fight the idea of the White Emperor City in the future, the White Emperor City is thousands of miles away, don't make another incident!"

An old man bowed his head and stepped forward: "However, now that the disciples who have entered the White Emperor City, how will they be arranged?

"Evacuate White Emperor City?"

The man at the head laughed: "When the peerless Great Confucian revealed his magical powers, there were no laws within a radius of a hundred miles, at this time, all the disciples who entered the White Emperor City, one was counted as one, as long as the person who practiced the Holy Gate Heart Method, there would not be a fluke to survive!"

The old man said: "The great Confucianism preaching is indeed remarkable, but the disciples in our sect are not powerless, and they rush out of the city directly, and they may not be in a situation. ”

The man at the head said, "What is the place of the White Emperor City, have you forgotten?"

The old man's body was shocked, and he suddenly remembered something, and his eyes showed a look of horror: "The imperial capital of the White Emperor in the past!

At this moment, the old man's heart was cold, and although he asked, he no longer had any hope in his heart. He himself is the sect master of the Wuxiang Sect, and the strategy of secretly deploying and taking the White Emperor City is also his one, thinking that he can make a great contribution to the middle of the door, but he didn't expect to encounter such an iron plate.

In the White Emperor City, he sent nearly 30,000 elite disciples, thinking of succeeding in one fell swoop and taking the White Emperor City, as a stronghold for the people of the Demon Gate, and also a springboard for the Demon Gate to dominate the world. The White Emperor City is the key point of land and water, the first place occupied by the soldiers of the world, you can attack the Central Plains, you can defend the city to protect yourself, and you can defend the dangerous places in the world, and the area within a radius of thousands of miles is under the influence of the White Emperor City.

It is precisely this point that the Wuxiang Sect Master covets, so he lays out the White Emperor City, and wants the disciples in the sect to replace the city lord of this city and the forces of various sects.

"Sect master, I want to go down the mountain to meet this Confucian master in person!"

The heart of this phaseless sect master was dripping blood, and he said to the middle-aged man at the head: "The disciples in the sect are all in the White Emperor City, I ...... I'm going to get them out!"

If all the disciples of the Wuxiang Sect in the White Emperor City were killed, he, the Wuxiang Sect Master, would lose a large number of people, which would be an extremely serious blow to him, and he couldn't help but be in a hurry.

When several men and women next to them looked at the old man of the Wuxiang Sect, their eyes showed a light of schadenfreude, and a young woman couldn't help but laugh coquettishly: "Ren Shifei, I am afraid that the disciples of your Wuxiang Sect will really become Wuxiang this time, and they will all die by the impact of this great Confucian Fa, and they will all die unexpectedly, and they will die in an explosion, then there will really be no appearance at all!"

Ren Shifei was furious: "Bai Gu Miaoxiang, do you want to die?"

Bai Gu Miaoxiang glanced at Ren Shifei with a smile, and said coquettishly: "Sect Master Ren, the slave family has long wanted to die in your arms, but there has never been a chance, this time the slave family is undressed and waiting for you in the Miaoxiangtang, you must come!"

Ren Shifei was angry, and he wanted to reason with Bai Gu Miaoxiang. The twelve true legends of the Demon Gate, among which the Wuxiang Sect and the Miao Xiangtang are born rivals, one has no appearance and no shadow, and the other is a thousand faces, it is the splash that is intolerable, and the open and secret battles have been fought for many years, and there are winners and losers for each other.

"Today's White Emperor City can't be splashed with water, no one should go, if you go, you will die!"

When Ren Shifei quarreled with Bai Gu Miaoxiang, the middle-aged man headed by looked at the sky with his hands in his hands, and said lightly: "Gong Manxue is a disciple of Confucianism, and he is also the most radical lineage, and the heart of killing is stronger than ours.

He lowered his head, his eyes were full of light, and the clouds on the top of the mountain moved: "Start the Heavenly Strike Plan, and put Gong Manxue in the hit list, ranking seventh!"

A black-clothed servant next to him bowed down and went to give orders.

Several men and women next to them were all surprised when they heard Gong Manxue's ranking on the Heavenly Strike List, and Ren Shifei exclaimed: "Seventh place, Sect Master, do you value him so much?"

The middle-aged man said: "Ren Daoyuan, as the master of the Confucian sect, is inevitably worried, but Gong Manxue is different, don't look at him as a good old man, harmless to people and animals, that is because you didn't provoke him." If it really angers him, hehe, the disciples of the Confucian sect who kill the first lineage can be lifted down in the sky!"

He sighed: "Everyone is arranged, Ren Daoyuan is still a chess player, a chess piece, and he has fixed the White Emperor City." Everyone still underestimates him!"

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