The heavens start from Liuyue City

Chapter 514 The Three Saints Arrive, Fate Guidance

Ten days later, the birthday banquet officially began.

In the Chongtian Palace Square, a large number of banquet tables were placed. The higher the status, the closer to Ying.

Apart from Shen Ye, the closest to Ying were the four distinguished guests from the Sifang Palace.

Needless to say, Bodhi and Tathagata came, but the two later distinguished guests, Lan and Zhongshan, confused many guests.

Lan has little reputation in the world, and Zhongshan only has the Great Immortal Realm. Is such a person worthy to be ranked alongside Bodhi and Tathagata?
Although many people slandered him, they were still not stupid enough to raise questions at the birthday banquet. After all, Da Qin was famously strong.

Ying looked around, raised his wine and greeted: "It's my birthday today. I would like to first congratulate Da Qin, and then thank all the guests!"

All the guests hurriedly raised their drinks and responded: "The Holy King of Qin may live forever!"

At this time, a sneer suddenly came from the sky: "A long life without borders? Unfortunately, ninety thousand years old is your end."

Hearing this curse, several heavenly paths outside the Chongtian Palace soared into the sky, wrapped in blood, and they drew their swords and struck towards the sky.

"Bold thief, get out of here!"

"For insulting the Holy King, you deserve to be killed!"

The expressions of all the guests in the square changed greatly. Da Qin actually had so many powerful ancestors. What surprised them even more was that those vast heavenly paths that rushed into the clouds were easily smashed into pieces.

The next moment, the sound of reading aloud could be heard all around the Holy Capital of Xianyang.

"The Master said: When three people walk together, there must be my teacher. Choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones!"

"The Master said: To govern with virtue is like Beichen, who lives in his place and all the stars share it..."

The loud voice spread throughout the entire Xianyang Holy City, and Xianyang, which was originally noisy, became quiet in an instant.

The awe-inspiring righteousness gathered from all directions, covering the Holy Capital of Xianyang and shining brightly on the Qin Dynasty.

"It's the Confucian sect. The Confucian sect has officially taken action against Da Qin."

"I wonder if Saint Hongru will come."

The guests in the square had worried eyes. They just came to attend the birthday banquet and did not want to get involved in the dispute between Da Qin and Confucianism.

When the heaven and earth are filled with Confucian and Taoist scriptures, a huge white cloud slowly floats from the south, condensed from the awe-inspiring righteousness.

Tens of thousands of Confucian scholars sat cross-legged on the white clouds, holding a Spring and Autumn Annals in their hands, reading Confucian classics. In front of them were 72 Confucian sages.

The leader, Zilu, shouted loudly: "The Qin is ruthless and brings disaster to the people. My master will punish it on behalf of Heaven. Anyone who has close friendship with the Qin Dynasty will be the enemy of Confucianism. However, Heaven has the virtue of a good life. Those who leave Xianyang now will not be with us in the past." Let the grudges between Confucianism and Confucianism be forgotten, everyone, please make your choice as soon as possible."

As soon as the words fell, all the guests in the square panicked. They had long heard that Da Qin had a feud with the Confucian sect, but they did not expect that the quarrel would be so big and that it would not stop until death.

Many people secretly looked at Ying in front of the Chongtian Palace. Even though Ying had unparalleled power, the Confucian sect was led by a saint after all. He was a saint, one of the nine strongest people in the world.

Ying, who was sitting on the Kowloon Sky Chair, responded calmly: "The clown is performing so hard to celebrate my birthday?"

Seeing how calm Ying was, the guests who were leaning toward Da Qin gradually felt relieved, and only a few guests secretly left on the excuse of "escape from the toilet."

Seeing that not many guests left in the square, Zilu felt that he was losing face and scolded: "You are stubborn and stubborn. Since you want to be buried with the violent Qin, our Confucian sect will never show mercy."

"Noisy!" Ying's eyes turned cold, and a black jade dragon-shaped heavenly path rose into the sky, a million miles in size. With a dragon's roar, the awe-inspiring righteousness surrounding Xianyang collapsed.

"Heavenly Way? How can there be a dragon-shaped Heavenly Way?" Some ancient immortals asked in horror. "It's not the way of heaven, it's the way of self!" The ancient Buddha of Ran Deng was shocked in his heart. No wonder the Buddha would accept Ying's invitation.

"With one roar, he defeated tens of thousands of Confucian cultivators, he is worthy of being a holy king!" Xianyang residents cheered.

"Ying, if you attack my disciples, you won't be afraid of losing your identity." A gentle and elegant voice came from the clouds, and the Confucian sect who had been struggling to support themselves under the dragon's power instantly recovered.

Under the endless white light, a man wearing Confucian robes appeared. His face could not be seen clearly, and he exuded a heavenly pressure that made people dare not look directly.

"Meet Master!"

"Greetings to the First Saint!"

The appearance of Confucius made the people of Daqin, who had been cheering for joy, worry again. No matter how confident they were in Ying, he was after all a saint recognized by heaven.

Ying sneered: "If the Confucian sect brings disaster to Chi Yu, doesn't it count as losing its identity?"

Confucius said calmly: "They have never punished the barbarians without teaching them, which is considered to be lenient."

"That's nonsense!" Ying said sternly, "It's okay for a saint like you to be aloof and aloof, but you dare to humiliate Da Qin. Do you want to force me to kill the saint and establish the heaven?"

Seeing that Ying was so strong and his stance was biased towards the Qin side, the forces couldn't help but admire him. Only this kind of hero was worthy of their following.

"As expected of Zulong, he is really strong!" Zhong Shan at the VIP table sighed in his heart. He caught a glimpse of Shen Ye beside him, and felt a sense of urgency in his heart.

He was also a person who came from the Small Thousand World. Others either planned to kill the saints or conquered the saints. Compared with them, his progress was too slow.

Confucius did not get angry, but laughed: "Mitian, Marquis Cheng, my calculation is correct, there are many arrogant saint kings appearing in this world, and they want to use us saints as stepping stones."

When he heard Mi Tian, ​​Ying's expression did not change, as if everything was under control, but when he heard the person behind him, his expression finally changed slightly: "Mi Tian, ​​Marquis Cheng? Gui Guzi's deduction turned out to be wrong, something unexpected happened. There should be variables.”

Shen Ye smiled slightly. Although he could not directly influence the thinking of these saints, he could give them a "flash of inspiration" and deduce the cause and effect that had been covered up before. In the eyes of these saints, this was naturally the guidance given by fate.

"The current number one saint in the world, Marquis Cheng!" There was another uproar outside the Chongtian Palace. Mitian was basically ignored in front of the title of the number one saint in the world.

"I don't know who is stronger or weaker, Cheng Hou, the most sage in the world today, and Hongjun, the most sage in the world in the previous generation?" Tathagata looked at the sky curiously.

From the white clouds, a man in purple robes came out and said calmly: "If you dare to hunt the saint, you already have a way to die."

The face covered by the fog was very pale, and he said coldly: "Confucius, don't forget your promise."

"Don't worry, when this scourge is eliminated, I will lend you the Heavenly Vein." Confucius smiled slightly, and a solid Heavenly Dao appeared behind him.

"Linzhi Tianmai! Where did you come from?" Ying's pupils shrank suddenly. Even if Cheng Hou appeared, he couldn't lose his composure, but he was really shocked at this moment.

Because he originally conspired with Haotian to plot against Confucius, and Tianmai was a part of the bait. However, the bait had been swallowed before the plot even started, and the Jade Emperor's ally was probably in trouble.

"Of course I got it from Haotian." Confucius secretly thought it was a fluke. Fortunately, he figured out Ying and Haotian's plan, otherwise this time it would be a disaster.

Ying's face was as gloomy as water. Although Cheng Hou was a variable, it was still within the controllable range. As long as Shen Ye stopped Cheng Hou and Tathagata, Bodhi and Lan joined forces, it shouldn't be difficult to stop Mi Tian. Confucianism's 72 Sages have their own His ministers will deal with it, and he only needs to slaughter the saint with peace of mind.

But now, Confucius has Linzhi Tianmai, not to mention that his pressure has greatly increased, the key is whether Zhunti and Tathagata dare to take action.

The significance of the Heavenly Vein being in the hands of the Ancestral Immortals is completely different from that of being in the hands of the Saints. In the hands of the Ancestor Immortals, the Heavenly Veins is only a powerful means of attack, but in the hands of the Saints, as long as the Saints are not afraid of the punishment of Heaven, they can use it as a medium to appeal. Move the number of days and bring down the punishment of the number of days.

Bodhi and Tathagata may not be afraid of saints, but how about the number of gods who are superior to all living beings?

(End of this chapter)