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Of course, these speculations and deductions are of no help in defeating and suppressing this strange poison king.

The only way to kill it is with unrivaled strength.

In fact, it was not just Yan Libing who was in despair at this moment. Even the Horse-Faced Ghost who was still fighting with the Poison Claw felt a chill in his heart when he was distracted and discovered the true form of the Poison King.

He thought that he had already tied up most of the power of the Poison King hiding in the dark, and that his true power should be extremely weak and could be dealt with and delayed by the Lei family.

However, reality dealt him a heavy blow; the power gap between him and the Poison King was too great.

Perhaps they all have the power of a grandmaster, but his power index may be only a dozen, while that of the Poison King is ninety-nine.

Just one step away from breaking through to the Grandmaster level, just one step away from entering another level.

But even if there was only a slight difference, the gap in military power between the two had widened to an extremely terrifying level.

Even though he inherited the Yinshan heritage and was an extremely talented person, he could not see any hope of survival at this moment.

Perhaps, only by gathering the strength of the Bull-Headed God, the Horse-Faced Ghost, and even Lei Wanche, could they fight against this strange Poison King.

Right now, we can only hope that the boy from Yujing City has a good trump card and can kill the Poison King.

Yan Libing was very nervous at this time. Facing the Poison King with three heads and six arms, he dared not even breathe, because the pressure from the opponent was overwhelming. All his focus was on the bright red withered heart essence full of blood in his hanging hands.

"Wow wow wow!"

There were three more baby-like cries. Yan Libing's heart was shocked. He didn't dare to hold back any more. His hand was as slender as an orchid. He flicked it slightly at the chest of his clothes, unfolding a piece of yellow cloth, half a foot wide and one foot long. The outside was like silk and the inside was like cotton wool.

There were also lines of ink-colored handwriting neatly spread out on the cloth. Although they were only the size of a fingernail, each word emitted a milky white light. Every word was bright, and they were connected into a milky white light curtain, blocking Yan Libing in front of him.

In the void, there was a huge, upright, and more shocking chanting sound than the thunder in a storm, "Time flies by, day and night!"

Nine words, just nine short words, but they seem like a cry from another time and space, from a great man.

The great scholar's handwriting seemed to turn into an endless river under the sound of chanting, flowing from the beginningless place to the endless place.

The poison cave was dark and gloomy, as if the sun would never be seen. The sky of hope was torn apart by golden rays of light. Countless fine fragments of light fell to the ground, killing countless dark and poisonous insects, and dissolving, eliminating and annihilating the endless evil and poisonous power!

Such a huge momentum is actually still just a tiny aftertaste. Most of its righteousness and infinite power fall on the strange Poison King.

But the Poison King's three heads and six eyes opened together, and six rays of light gathered together in six arms, evolving into a dark green sky curtain, like the blue sky and the blue sea, floating in front of him, facing the destructive power of the great scholar's handwriting, and erupting with an aftermath that shocked the world and made ghosts weep.

In an instant, the sky and the earth became dark, nothing could be seen or heard, and there was no trace of anything. People in it lost the so-called five senses, and only the initial consciousness and thoughts were left.

Above the sky, the Horse-Faced Ghost was caught off guard and was directly swept by the tremendous aftermath of the shock wave. His body fell several miles away and turned into a brilliant meteor, falling from the sky.

The poisonous claws were also turned into powder by the aftermath, and even the so-called thousands and millions of poisonous insect corpses were not left behind.

Meng Zhao silently used his magical skills and turned into a black hole, swallowing up all the visible and invisible forces around him without leaking any edge, attracting the attention of Yan Libing and the Weird Poison King.

The whole person seemed to have disappeared from this space.

He is realizing.

The handwriting of the great Confucian scholar in ancient times was undoubtedly the power of a great master. He circulated the power of divine essence and compressed the purest and majestic realm of Confucianism. In that short piece of handwriting, every word was like a huge and blazing sun, so bright and righteous that it swept away all the evil ways and strange things.

It is true that righteousness lasts forever and all evil is warded off! Meng Zhaotong is familiar with the strengths of Buddhism, Taoism and Demonism. He controls them with the body of Emperor Dragon Ziwei, and it is easy and natural.

As for Confucian martial arts, I have only had a superficial understanding of them.

Because in essence, the imperial way and the Confucian way are in conflict and contradictory.

It's not that the two are incompatible, on the contrary, they complement each other.

But when all these factors are concentrated on one person, it becomes extremely embarrassing.

Just as since ancient times, the power of the emperor and the power of the prime minister have been checks and balances, and it is a truth that one grows while the other declines.

But it is also undeniable that the practice of Confucianism and Taoism is indeed very magical and mysterious.

In fact, it is somewhat similar to Zhao Ruling's martial arts practice, which focuses on Taoism rather than martial arts.

Confucianism, Confucianism, what is being cultivated is the great way of Confucianism, and in doing so, one practices the great way. The so-called martial arts and realms are merely the scenery along the way to reaching the great road.

For example, Confucian and Taoist monks often do not fly for three years, but then soar into the sky; they do not sing for three years, but then sing as a surprise.

They often do not focus on the practice of martial arts, but work hard on Confucianism, or practice their own ideas and cultivation through practice.

Once you have sufficient foundation and perfect yourself, you can soar into the sky at any time.

For example, some great scholars may be masters or grand masters in terms of realm, but their combat power is extremely weak and may not be as good as some strong men who have truly been tempered in fighting against death.

However, this is only because they have not majored in the art of fighting. If they want to, they can certainly have strong fighting capabilities.

But doing so would be like putting the cart before the horse and reversing the priorities.

Therefore, there has been a saying since ancient times that literati are weak.

It’s not that they are really weak, but their philosophy is not to blindly pursue powerful military force.

But if one really wants to explore and learn, the fighting power of Confucianism will definitely surprise people.

For example, the handwriting of a great scholar from the Middle Ages held in Yan Libing's hand.

It is derived from a righteous spirit combined with the laws of heaven and earth.

One word means one path, and one path represents a method comparable to that of a grand master.

The only pity is that this handwriting of the great scholar is, after all, just handwriting, and the great scholar’s ​​real body is not here.

Moreover, the power of this handwriting is limited, not infinite and can be squandered at will.

This also led to the fact that Yan Libing's method was indeed preemptive and extremely domineering.

However, he wanted to directly annihilate the strange poison king who was born from the will and flesh and blood of a super powerful person.

I am still not up to the task! (End of this chapter)