Since the ancestors of the hundred schools retreated from the original land of the Legalists, the royal family of the Dali Dynasty was like sitting on boiling oil, and they were tormented by great pain every day.

Who would have wanted to fight with the Legalists, and suddenly it became a race dispute in the world, and the Dali Dynasty, which had already been beaten into a sieve by the Legalists, suddenly became the front line of this great scuffle, could it be that the Da Li, which has lasted for thousands of years, really became the first dynasty to fall in this big melee?

Since the wild goose pass was broken by the Legalists, the huge territory of the Dali Dynasty no longer has a barrier like a moat, and the reason why it has been able to defend it all these years is that it naturally can't escape the support of the Ten Realms Soldier Xiu Kun and the Tang Gate.

But now in the face of the wolf-like expeditionary army, how to resist with just one Kun and one Tang Sect.

Emperor Oguri asked Kun Jun, "Sir, can my Oguri Dynasty hold on?"

Kun Yan also looked at the battle line filled with ghostly and demonic energy, and shook his head dejectedly.

Whether it is the Taiji Dynasty, the Ghost King of the Underworld, or the Demon Clan, they all have the background of facing war with Haozheng Continent, not to mention that now that the three forces are united and work together, the number of troops that can be mobilized is inferior to that of the entire Haozheng Continent.

Back then, the demon clan unified the human world and lived in the heavenly court, and the three sects united with the hundred schools to pull the demon clan off the horse, and the strength of the demon clan alone was enough to call the entire human world, not to mention the underworld, where the number of yin souls stranded there was more than the living beings in the human world!

Tang Ben, the elder of the Tang Sect Patriarch Hall, and Tang Zhongyin, the leader of the younger generation, looked at the troops that were constantly rushing, and their faces were also pale and they couldn't bear it, not only the Da Li Dynasty was gone, but the Tang Sect was not spared.

Tang Bendao: "This should be the responsibility of all people in the world to resist foreign invasions, but now we can only let the Confucian family carry the front, and the two families of Buddhism and Taoism stand by and watch?"

Kun Yu nodded helplessly, "In fact, this is true, unless the entire Haozheng Continent is lost, and these people still have to march to the Xuanqing Continent of the Shilian Continent, otherwise, we will not help." ”

Tang Zhongyin's tone trembled a little, "The expeditionary army is blooming everywhere, and the battle line is so long, can Confucianism defend it?"

Kun Yan stood with his hands on his back, but suddenly smiled very brightly, "If Confucianism does its best, why be afraid of anyone, because Confucianism is invincible." ”

It's just this scene, will there really be a miracle?

In the Confucian Confucian Temple, once again, all the people of Confucian culture were present.

The three saints of Wen Shengxin and Shengli went to Xintiandi together, and the Holy Ancestor will not reappear in the world, and the two masters of Lisheng and Yasheng are still missing.

The Confucian heritage, the ten saints who worship the Temple of Literature, there are only four, in the face of the expeditionary army, can you see this heritage?

The Temple of Literature continued to play a noisy atmosphere, and the enemy had launched an offensive to deal with how to fight this battle, and still could not set a general policy.

This is the sorrow of Confucianism, with thousands of contexts, and it will always be like a plate of loose sand.

Shi Li, the deputy head of culture and education who supported the affairs, frowned, and Meng Weichu passively poured himself a few sips of wine, if he could not continue to sit here at all, he unified his opinion, Confucianism wants to fight, but how to fight?

The ancestor of the Qi family watched coldly.

Wu Jingchen spread out the landscape map of the vast continent, pointing and pointing at how to deploy and how to resist, but there are really people who listen to the buzzing sound in their ears, and the matter of life and death is still fighting with each other.

This is the status quo of Confucianism, enshrined in the ten sages, accompanied by thirty-six sages, who has a loud voice, it seems that who has more truth, all together, Leng is not a person who speaks a lot of money.

Dragons have no head, no head!

In the midst of the chaos, the wall that was as high as the sky once again flashed with golden light, and the wise words of many sages once again turned into huge golden characters and appeared on it.

The golden characters on the wall of the text appeared, and the tone was so thick that people couldn't breathe.

All the Confucian students present stood up, dressed up, and prayed sincerely.

The wall of the text surged, and a token appeared out of thin air, the golden light shone brightly, piercing people's eyes, and the Confucian Temple was suddenly quiet.

On the front of the token, the two words manifestation, "sages".

Since the Yulong Pass, the Holy Master issued a decree of sages to save the life of Shirakawa, Confucianism once again issued a decree calling on Confucian disciples to call on the sages.

And the thoughts that all the Confucian people have in their hearts are all speculating about who issued this edict of the sages.

The literary qi hovering over the Temple of Literature suddenly and fiercely pressed, as if it was about to press on the Temple of Literature.

On the left side of the Holy Master, the golden body of the meritorious master of the Holy Lord suddenly overflowed with golden light.

The people of the Confucian Temple were all shocked in their hearts, and shouted in unison, "Welcome to the sect master!"

The golden body of merit enshrined in the Confucian Confucian Temple for thousands of years trembled violently, but I saw an old man in a Confucian shirt Shi Shiran walking down from the incense case, standing with his hands behind his back, facing everyone's worship, and said with a smile: "Confucianism, you still need to contribute." ”

Who is coming, it is the Confucian scholar who sets the rules for the whole world, and he is a saint!

"It's a matter of life and death, and what kind of noisy and noisy things become. ”

"With a ticket to enter Xintiandi in my hand, the Confucian chess, it's time to move. ”

The radiant Lord of the Rites strode out of the Temple of Literature and looked up at the strong Confucian atmosphere on the steps.

"The power of the three religions, how can you afford to offend. ”

With a wave of his big hand, the literary qi that stirred the sky surged.

Covering the sky and the sun, all in one palm.

In front of the iron cavalry of the Taiji Dynasty, in front of the Yin soldiers and ghost generals of the Ghost King of the Underworld, and in front of the demon birds of the Demon Clan, the entire Haozheng Continent began to fall into a layer of clouds.

"With Confucianism as a continent, you can block demons and ghosts. ”

"Up!"

With a loud shout, the Wen Qi entrenched in the sky above the entire Haozheng Continent was fiercely pressed, and all of them poured into the earth, erecting a wall of qi that enveloped the entire Haozheng Continent.

The Great Wall of Wenqi descended from the sky, like an insurmountable moat in front of the expeditionary army.

If you want to fight Confucianism, please break the Great Wall of Wenqi!

The head of culture and education, the saint of rites, refining the land of Haozheng continent and continent, in the big world of the world, erected a small world of human body.

"Old man, for Confucianism, there is only so much to do!"

On this day, the scuffle in the world tore apart and killed, and the Confucian rites and saints were united with the mountains and rivers of the continent, and the Confucianism accumulated over the years of civilization erected a Great Wall of culture in the world.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please let it go. ”

The sound of salutation resounded throughout the world.

In Dingjun Mountain, there are countless sword embankments built by great sword immortals.

In the vast continent, there is the Great Wall of Literature built by Confucian sages.

Dare to ask the world, how to break!

Fengrao the world chess first!

This is the confidence of Confucianism.

Everyone, let it go!

I'm immovable!

How about giving you a hand?

Confucianism can be called invincible!

At the Temple of Literature, Shi Li took the lead in bowing, "Everyone, can you fight?"

Meng Weichu shook off the wine jug in his hand with one hand, "Fight!"

Countless figures swayed from the Temple of Literature, all of them rushed to the Great Wall of Wenqi.

Shi Li, "Sir, let's go!"

This was followed by the mourning of scholars all over the world.

"Master Lisheng, let's go!"

Confucianism, give it a go!