Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 250 God's Birth (for Subscription)

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The bright moon hangs high, and the cold moonlight covers the entire monastery.

The middle-aged deacon from the outer courtyard of the Royal Academy had an extremely ugly face. He stared at Su Qinian, and said in a cold and gloomy tone, "Second son of the Su family, you really want to disobey the order of the Confucianism and my Royal Academy! will!"

Su Qinian glanced at him and said calmly: "I am the new head of the hospital."

what!

At this moment, the middle-aged deacon was stunned. He didn't expect to get such news. Although he didn't want to admit it, in history, the head of the Taoist academy had the same status as the head of his royal academy, and both were canonized by the first emperor of the Han Dynasty. Yipin, although he has no right to participate in politics, it can be seen that the emperor does not worship him. He can be said to be one of the most respected figures in the martial arts world.

Today, the Taoist temple has fallen, although no one mentions this period of history, but as long as the emperor of the Han Dynasty did not issue an imperial decree and the Ministry of officials did not destroy the files, this period of history is undeniable.

In front of the main hall, the old man's face also became ugly, and there was no way out. The Great Confucian Order was not ordinary, let alone a master of the Primordial Spirit List like Wuzhi Qinxian, the Five-colored Confucian Ling was even more terrifying than the ordinary Great Confucian Ling.

"Okay! If that's the case, you two generations of courtyard masters will receive the Great Confucian Order together!"

The middle-aged deacon sneered, turned his eyes suddenly, looked at the void, and said: "Little monk, you don't leave either!"

Kongkong smiled evilly, took another deep breath, and shouted the Buddha's name loudly, saying: "The prey of the little monk is here, the prey will not go away, and the little monk will not go away."

"I don't know what it means!" The middle-aged deacon sneered, and then raised his voice, "The great Confucianism ordered you to come out, and you will not kneel down to accept it!"

This was a kind of deliberate humiliation, but obviously, the three of Su Qinian, including Xu Kong, didn't take it seriously.

Even in front of the main hall, the old man clasped his ears, wondering: "Which dog is barking?"

The middle-aged deacon from the Royal Academy almost rushed to the door, his whole face was flushed, and he scolded angrily: "Dare to blaspheme the Great Confucianism Order! You will be doomed forever!"

The next moment, with devout eyes, he held up the five-color scroll, and then slowly pulled it away.

boom!

An unspeakable energy rose up, accompanied by five colors of light, illuminating half of Chang'an City in an instant.

This is a chilling aura of majesty, even if it is outside the alley, a group of disciples from the outer court of the Royal Academy, or even some secret spies from various forces, can't help but tremble all over, and some can't bear this invisible aura , back again and again.

The five-color Great Confucian Order comes from Shang Yu, the dean of the Outer Court of the Royal Academy and the five-fingered Qin Xiangong.

"The Great Confucianism orders, all schools and academies bow their heads, no one dares not to obey!"

A group of disciples from the Royal Outer Academy showed fanaticism and reverence, and even more arrogance. As disciples of the Royal Academy, this was also their honor.

The sky above the monastery.

The five-color scrolls were pulled open, floating up, and the five elements of the heaven and the earth converged. This was a kind of great majesty. Just like Su Qinian, he also felt the air stagnant around him, like gold and iron, imprisoning him in place.

It's hard to imagine that the first ray of energy is so terrifying, Su Qinian's eyes are unprecedentedly dignified, if it is an ordinary master who has just entered the second-rate dragon and tiger realm, he will be here in an instant. Crawling down with a majestic aura, he couldn't bear it at all, and only his solid physique forged by the ten-layer "Turtle and Snake Art" could forcibly support it.

"Amitabha!"

Chanting in the void, clasping his hands together, the body of King Ming III emerged from behind. The ancient Buddha shadow loomed in the void. It was no longer as grand as it used to be, and only remained as tall as it was. It seemed that it would collapse at any time and dissipate into nothingness.

Beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead. At this time, this disciple of the evil Buddha smiled wryly. Today, he is really stumped. The road of detachment is really not easy.

Only the old man in front of the main hall, although his eyes were equally dignified, did not seem to be affected in any way.

The next moment, the five-color scroll was enlarged, and on the scroll, mountains, rivers and rivers, images of five lakes and four seas could be seen faintly, surrounded by fairy mist, and auspicious air was transpiring.

Then, a slender figure walked out of it, like the person in the painting, descending from the virtual to the real world.

A middle-aged man with a warm and handsome appearance, wearing a five-color robe, which is formed by the five elements of heaven and earth. His black hair is like ink, tied with a five-color ribbon. At this time, he stepped into the void and stood above the Taoist temple.

A terrifying aura, which was several times stronger than before, overflowed. It belonged to the top primordial figure, the majestic aura of a generation of great Confucians, if it wasn't just a great Confucian order, it would be enough to make first-class people bow their heads.

Even so, Su Qinian also felt a great oppression, his muscles and bones creaked, and he gradually reached the limit of a kind of endurance.

Pfft!

Monk Void sat cross-legged, he recited inexplicable scriptures, behind him was the phantom of King Ming floating up and down, surrounded by black golden Buddha light, and there were bursts of strange Sanskrit singing, slowly there was an eternal and immobile breath, but it was barely resisted. Hold this drooping majestic aura.

Above the Taoist temple, the middle-aged man who walked out of the five-color scroll glanced at the young monk, and then his eyes fell on the old man in front of the main hall, and his identity was self-evident.

The Dean of the Outer School of the Royal Academy, Shang Yu of Wuzhiqin Fairy Palace.

Before the five-fingered qin fairy could speak, the old man's mocking voice sounded in front of the hall.

"Gong Shangyu, it's rare that you use a brand of Yuanshen to kill me. After all these years, you still haven't improved at all. I'm curious, how can you have the face to call yourself a great Confucian before you have received the true teaching of Confucianism and Taoism?"

The five-fingered qin fairy in the five-color robe heard the words and lowered his gaze. There was a clanging sword in front of the hall, and the vacuum was like a sword. The invisible sharp edge almost split the vacuum, but he was always separated from the old man by an inch.

"Being patient for so many years, I thought you were going to sit down and pass away peacefully, but I didn't expect you to be restless." Gong Shangyu said lightly, "The seniors in the inner courtyard keep their hands, but it doesn't mean that I will also keep my hands. Will be annihilated, no one can restart the past, what should end must end, since you are so urgent, I will naturally send you a ride by myself."

"Five hundred years ago, you knew what was right and wrong," the old man said suddenly, "It's just that the old man didn't expect that shamelessness can be inherited in one continuous line."

"You!" The middle-aged deacon not far away was furious.

However, Gong Shangyu was not angry, his eyes were calm, and his five-color robe was lightly fluttering in the moonlight, as if the gods of the heavens were in the dust, aloft and majestic like a prison.

"No one can violate the order and rules. Under the order, everything is false."

Hearing this, the old man sneered: "Order and rules? This is also the root cause of your Gong Shangyu half a step away, so hard to inherit Confucianism and Taoism!"

Ok?

Gong Shangyu finally frowned, and the entire Taoist monastery fell into a vacuum in an instant, and the majestic aura became more and more intense. He calmly said: "No matter how much you talk, you can't hide your fall. No matter how great your reasoning is, you can't escape." But in this whole world of hundreds of millions of great Han territories, I am here and you are there, and this is the end."

"You are the second son of the Su family, the descendant of "Sword of Death"."

Suddenly, the five-fingered qin fairy's gaze fell on Su Qinian.

Confronting a top soul figure directly, in Su Qi's few years of experience, only the real Jin Guang, the master of Jinsuo Peak, gave him such a heavy oppression, and this one in front of him was just like the old man said. Even so, the brand of Yuanshen, in Su Qinian's opinion, compared with this five-fingered zither fairy, Jinguang Daoist is far behind, far behind.

At this glance, Su Qinian had the illusion that all his secrets were exposed. Although it was just a brand mark, it seemed to be able to penetrate into the depths of his heart.

"Unfortunately, your aptitude and comprehension are mediocre at first, but it fits with the "Sword of Death", and you have been promoted and achieved the current achievements, but it is only drinking poison to quench your thirst. You are destined to not live long." Gong Shangyu looked a little Youyuan, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, said, "I really didn't expect that your broken line of inheritance would be continued again. Master Jiyuan has some tricks, but it's just a dying struggle. After five hundred years, I still want to touch the taboo, I really thought that us inheritors would forget the past."

Su Qinian remained silent, as if he had stepped into an invisible net, which involved far more than he could have imagined.

But he doesn't care about all of this, the reason why he is still standing here is only because the God of Pregnancy has established the way, but he has a clear conscience.

The red gold long knife clanged, and the next moment, Su Qinian raised the long knife and pointed at the void.

Not far away, the breathing of the void almost stopped. He never imagined that Su Qinian would be so courageous that he dared to raise his saber at the five-fingered piano fairy. It is what his current state can resist, and he is truly overwhelmed.

"it is good!"

At this moment, only the old man shouted loudly. Up to now, what else can he say, the descendants of the life-saving knife in the past, even if they are brilliant for a moment, they never disappoint.

"What is lost will eventually be annihilated."

Just spit out these seven words lightly, above the Taoist temple, the imprint of Yuanshen who came out of the five-color great Confucianism order made a move.

The five-color robe danced lightly under the moon. It was a palm with slender fingers. At this time, it was pressed down in the air, and the five-color sharpness flowed on the fingertips. It magnified in an instant, covering the sky and the moon, covering the entire monastery.

The majestic aura belonging to the top primordial figure, even if it is just a ray of primordial brand, still exudes great coercion.

puff!

At this moment, the void coughed up blood, and the phantom of King Ming behind him collapsed, unable to bear it any longer, being oppressed by the invisible air mechanism, his muscles and bones were broken in an instant.

"The Great Confucianism ordered to come out, that one shot!"

Outside the deep alley, the eyes of almost the entire Chang'an were focused on the sky above the Taoist temple at this time. The figure of the five-colored light seemed to be as high as the sky, with the power of latitude and longitude, and its majesty reached the sky.

At this time, in the monastery, the figure belonging to Su Qinian sat down cross-legged, his black hair moved without wind, and he remained motionless even though the sky above his head was torn apart.

The next moment, where the center of his eyebrows was, the door of the divine court opened, and the whole body was like a god cast in silver, like the reincarnation of a god from the heavens, bathed in divine brilliance, and stepped out. (Ask for a monthly ticket recommendation ticket, starting point genuine subscription is the biggest support for ten steps!)

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