Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

Chapter 363 Jiang Li’s Confucianism is extraordinary and he has become a saint, and his literary spirit spreads thousands of miles like a dragon’s voice!

"Arrogant and stupid!"

"That means there's nothing to talk about?"

Xie Jingrang and Xie Jingzhao looked gloomy and leaned forward at the same time. The vast writing spread out with great force. They used their sleeves to write for themselves, splashed ink in the void in front of them, and wrote hundreds of ancient seal characters, like dragons and phoenixes.

The two of them came here with the intention of driving away Jiang Li and destroying An Mang's idea of ​​rushing to aid Liangzhou. Since the bluffing failed, they could only kill Jiang Li and destroy the faith and expectations of the people of Liangzhou.

Although this move will arouse the indignation of the people of Liangzhou, it is better than the possible consequences of An Mang's army entering Liang.

The ancient seal script floated up and condensed into the shadow of two square swords.

The blade of the sword is straight, simple and unpretentious, but it shows the upright qualities of self-restraint and etiquette, integrity and selflessness, sincerity and integrity, self-cultivation and morality, persuading others with virtue, and having the world in mind...

"Establish a destiny for the people, and establish the heart of heaven and earth!"

The two people burst out with spring thunder, their voices moved like the wind, and their bodies and temperaments rose from the ground, as if they instantly became tall and majestic, standing like mountains on the earth.

The rolling cultural energy turns into clouds and mist, and spring rain falls, nourishing all things.

Unfortunately……

In Confucianism, the realm of literary spirit is divided into three realms: the nine realms of mortals, the realm of literary virtue, and the realm of harmony.

"Your blood contains the spirit of Wen Zheng and the spirit of life-threatening Qi. You are not only a Taoist and a martial artist, but you also have a good level of Qi and Confucianism!"

The Wende realm is approximately equal to the levels of Martial Saint, Three Tribulations Ghost Immortal, and Three Life-Destroying Transformations.

It even caused all kinds of positive auras in the world to come one after another, constantly gathering outside the Zhenqi cage, trying to get into the fusion.

But contrary to this kind of energy full of gentle vitality, Xie Jingrang and Xie Jingzhao have a sense of horror and fear of falling into the abyss of freezing cold.

Xie Jingrang's pupils shrank, and he immediately became furious, and his eyes burst out with vicious hatred: "It's not enough for the Origin Realm to plunder the world of Kyushu, but you big shots are not even willing to leave any leftovers to us? It's too much. So greedy!"

Jiang Li lowered his palms, and their bodies stagnated for a moment before dissipating like blood foam.

Moreover, the attributes of literary energy are very different. They cannot be refined and absorbed by the true energy, nor can they be absorbed by the golden pages. They are reunited under the cage of the true energy and circulate endlessly.

Xie Jingrang's holy soul trembled with anger, and was pinched in Jiang Li's hand. The human immortal's hot masculine blood tightly imprisoned the holy soul like a steamer, giving him the illusion that he couldn't breathe.

Xie Jingzhao became even more frightened, "No wonder you have such confidence. You are a junior in modern times and you have only lived for a few years and you have such strength. There must be some force or person hiding behind you. Are you from the same place as that person?" Outside the Kyushu world?”

The vast literary energy lost its confinement, just like the roaring waves of an angry sea, rushing in all directions.

The order is to study, to be a righteous person, to be loyal and tolerant, to be a gentleman, to govern the country, to establish a destiny, etc.

Xie Jingrang and Xie Jingzhao were stunned. They didn't even have time to feel the pain. Their bodies had already dissipated between heaven and earth. Only two holy souls emitting vast and holy brilliance stood there dull and dumb.

The Liangzhou Ancient Clan and the sect alliance sent the two of them here, obviously knowing that Jiang Li's body was ruined, and he could only use Taoist means to restrain Yin Shen's thoughts with his literary spirit.

The awe-inspiring and upright style of literature can overcome all the evil and gloomy spirits in the world, and it can also naturally suppress ghosts, immortals, and gods.

The Founder's Sword was slowly unsheathed, and in an instant the light shone brightly, shining brightly across the entire world, like a new world where the world was unified and the way of heaven was clear.

Invincible to all evils, his life is majestic, and his strength is comparable to that of a Martial Saint. He is definitely not weak, but he is only at the Martial Saint level.

Jiang Li was startled and quickly urged all the zhenqi in his body to rush out, forming layers of zhenqi cages. He struggled to collect all the out-of-control Haoran Wenqi under the zhenqi.

"Original realm, what are you talking about?"

"You said he comes from the realm of origin?"

Only by advancing to the realm of harmony can truly powerful divine talents be born, which can be compared to the human-immortal level.

At this moment, the physical body was destroyed, and the two holy souls were exposed, like two balls of sunlight, emitting a soft light, with the energy to make all things grow vigorously and vitality.

Even the Anmang tribe accompanying him would be crushed into nothingness by Wen Qi.

Talent is as bright as the sun, and the holy soul is immortal!

Although the holy soul is also a soul, it is different from ghosts, immortals and yin gods. The nourishment and fusion of culture and energy make the soul contain all kinds of positive breaths. The negative breath recedes and contains pure yang breath. Compared with the yin gods, it is not afraid of the scorching sun and thunder and lightning.

Once these cultural energies are released and swept across, it will destroy areas hundreds or thousands of miles in radius.

Although they cultivated the literary spirit, they had already entered the realm of literary virtue and harmony. Their bodies were nourished by the literary spirit and absorbed the essence of all the heaven and earth.

The holy souls of Xie Jingrang and Xie Jingzhao shrank, realizing that they had let out a secret that they should not mention, and suddenly changed their words.

"Confucianism's magical power!"

"We don't know anything, and we didn't say anything just now!"

"When did you become a human being?"

Although each has corresponding divine gifts, they are far inferior to the three meridians of martial arts, Taoism, and Qi.

Haoran's literary energy was surging, constantly impacting and oscillating, but it could never break through the envelope of blood energy.

Jiang Li's heart skipped a beat and he quickly asked.

"Since you have entered the realm of immortality, why do you hide it so deeply?"

Jiang Li's eyes flashed, and his figure disappeared instantly. He passed through the halo of literary energy and the sword light of Fang Zheng's Sword in one step. He clapped his palms forward and directly struck Xie Jingrang and Xie Jingzhao's chests.

Among them, the nine realms of the mortal level correspond to the nine realms of the martial arts, the Tao, and the Qi.

Jiang Li raised his brows slightly. He originally thought that the two men were powerful and powerful, and that they were accomplished Taoist ghosts and immortals, but he did not expect that the inheritance they cultivated was actually from the Confucian sect.

Until Jiang Li's hands enveloped the two people's holy souls, they still hadn't woken up from the shock and accident of their bodies being destroyed.

Their expressions became panicked, frightened and regretful. Before Jiang Li could continue to press, the two holy souls suddenly curled up and immediately self-destructed.

"Fan Cong, the true energy, suppress it all!"

"The attribute of literary spirit is special, but its essence is also the qi between the universe and the earth, which brings together the spirit of Confucian scholars and the condensed talents. I have been filled with the literary spirit of literary saints, and I may not be able to digest and integrate the literary spirit left by Xie Jingrang and Xie Jingzhao."

Jiang Liming controlled the Zhen Qi Fan Cage with both hands and jumped straight into the cloud sky.

He stepped on the void and stood in the air, concentrating his mind and calming his breath. The classics and articles he had read in his previous life and this life began to emerge from the depths of his memory, word by word.

He chanted in a low voice, and the awe-inspiring literary energy that had been accumulated in his body gradually came out bit by bit and settled in his chest. It was attracted by the words of countless classics and articles and slowly circulated.

A gap opened in the Zhenqi cage, and the fiercely colliding Wenqi seemed to have found an outlet and surged out as if scrambling to be the first.

Immediately, he was attracted by sentences and sentences that contained endless philosophy, morality, calligraphy, and literary talent. They gathered towards Jiang Li's chest, and more and more of them gathered.

Jiang Li was gradually enveloped by the literary spirit, and his mind gradually fell into silence in the vast and smoke-like artistic conception of the article.

A little bit of light lit up in his Yinshen, like a candle flame, and then became stronger.

Unknowingly, he developed his own literary style, and his Confucianism realm also came naturally, improving step by step slowly and steadily.

Starting from studying, being a righteous person, being loyal and forgiving, being a gentleman, governing the country, and establishing a destiny, step by step until you are free from confusion, enlightened, and fully realized, and reach the great achievement of the nine realms of ordinary life.

With his Confucian lineage and mortal realm complete, Jiang Li's temperament gradually changed, adding a sense of elegance and elegance to his heroic and fortitude. And with the advancement of the Confucian realm, he also gained a lot of literary and spiritual gifts.

Bright eyes, night vision, photographic memory, invulnerability to evil spirits, body invulnerable to dust...

The condensed literary spirit turns into a square sword, which can drive away ghosts and gods.

Possessing these magical gifts can make a Confucian scholar who has no power to tie a chicken different from ordinary people, and can truly govern the country with his knowledge, and can drive away ghosts and evil spirits with his will.

Even if he is weak, he can still stand in front of martial saints and ghosts and immortals without changing his complexion and maintaining his aura.

This is one of the reasons why Wenmai was as famous as the three martial arts and Qi veins in the Middle Ages.

But for Jiang Li, these divine gifts have no practical effect and can only be the icing on the cake.

Of course, the improvement of his literary realm did not stop because of this. As pieces of beautiful poems and articles that did not belong to this world blurted out, the literary energy surged and merged into Jiang Li's chest.

Then he broke through in one fell swoop and entered the realm of literature and virtue.

The Confucian scholars who have arrived at this state have their chests full of awe-inspiring aura, and their talents can become clouds. The words on the paper sing by themselves, and the sound spreads thousands of miles, and the words dance...

With the blessing and gain of Haoran's righteous energy, the physical body will also have a considerable improvement in energy. It can lift a cauldron and carry a city gate.

"The sound spreads thousands of miles, and the words dance and sing!"

Jiang Li's eyes flashed, and his literary talent was as bright as a god. He waved his sleeves and robes, and used his pointing pen to write inspiring words in the sky.

As soon as these fonts that exude civility are put into shape, they automatically produce a mighty voice of justice, spreading to the surrounding area thousands of miles away.

In an instant, sounds arose from huge cities, important towns, villages, and wilderness in the three provinces of Liangzhou.

"People of Liangzhou, Jiang Li, King of Anmang, has been ordered to lead Liangmang to conquer the generals and command all the military and political power in Liangmang and Liangzhou. Soon he will lead his army south to suppress the rebellion of the ancient tribes and restore peace.

"A mere ancient person is of no moral character. Although he has a high realm and is powerful, he is alone. He is not powerful enough to rule the three provinces of Liangzhou. He has no strategy or intelligence and is as timid as a mouse!"

"At the latest in March, An Mang's army vows to go south. You, the ancient tribesmen, dare to confront An Mang's army in front of Yumen Pass and compete!"

……

The sound is like thunder, spreading thousands of miles.

In cities, deep mountains, and wilderness areas, those with powerful auras raised their heads in shock and listened to Jiang Li's orders. Their expressions suddenly changed, or their eyes narrowed with a fierce look, or they smiled coldly, with disdain and disdain... and so on.

But no matter how he reacted, these shouts were firmly engraved in his mind.

"What a great King Anmang of Zhou, but he is so arrogant and arrogant. How dare any modern or ancient human race dare to challenge the existence of our ancestors!"

"The sound spreads thousands of miles. This is a Confucian method. It seems that Senior Brother Xie has been defeated. This person does have some tricks!"

"A fight with Yumen? Hahaha, I want to see what means you have to fight against the forces of dozens of ancient clans!"

"If we fight, we will fight. I'll wait for you. Otherwise, the people of Liangzhou will really think that our ancient tribe is afraid!"

……

"The king's methods have increased again. If these voices are filled with divine power, they will not disappear even if they travel thousands of miles!"

On the official road, Mo Yunliang, Hu Yangu and others looked up at the clouds and were amazed.

The large literary characters are condensed and not scattered, as if ink has soaked the void.

Boom boom boom

And in the higher clouds, the literary spirit is still surging.

The literary spirit that Jiang Li refined and integrated was less than one-tenth of the remaining literary spirit of Xie Jingrang and Xie Jingzhao.

As the realm of cultural context entered Wende, the speed at which he absorbed and integrated cultural energy became faster and faster.

The realm of context is still improved in an extremely terrifying way.

I don't know how long it took, until the last ray of literary energy fell into his chest, and Jiang Li's literary realm once again climbed through and stepped into the realm of harmony.

This state is comparable to that of human immortals and ghosts and immortals of the Four Tribulations. The literary spirit is like a dragon, like a river, flowing endlessly.

Furthermore, the divine gifts are as high as the sky, the holy way is taught, the talents are as bright as the sun, and the holy soul is immortal...

A single Confucian lineage divine talent can directly confront human immortals, ghosts and immortals.

Wen Qi enters the body, nourishing the physical body and the Yinshen, so that before he swallows the refining Wuji elixir, his martial, Tao, and Qi realms and attainments will all increase greatly.

Especially the Yinshen benefited the most.

Jiang Li had a vague feeling that with his current Yin Shen state, it would be easy to survive six thunder tribulations.

Even if there is no suppression by the rules of the great road, the seventh level of thunder tribulation can be tried.

If the Wuji elixir is refined and absorbed in the future, the level of strength will reach or even exceed the limit that the world of Kyushu can tolerate.

Ordinary middle-level human immortals and five-evil ghost immortals are no longer his combined enemies.

"But what is the origin place mentioned by the Xie brothers? Are the thirteen qualifications of the Nine Provinces world just another kind of comfort left to the creatures of the Nine Provinces after plundering and exploiting them?"

"Lu Qinyu seems to know something, but he doesn't want to talk about it too deeply. If there is a chance in the future, maybe he can ask the Supreme Sect Master a few questions!"

Jiang Li restrained his literary spirit, fell from the sky, returned to the purple gold chariot, and ordered the team to continue moving forward.

With today's message provocation and battle, even if the Liangzhou Ancient Clan doesn't want to accept it, they have no other option.

If they want to break the belief in the hearts of the people of Liangzhou and completely suppress and conquer them, the ancient Liangzhou people can only wait in front of Yumen Pass and defeat Jiang Li and An Mang's army head-on.

This kind of conspiracy is the most unsolvable.

only……

It won't take three months at all, and it won't take more than one month at most before An Mang's army will appear outside Yumen Pass.

"In one month, I must advance to the realm of Six Tribulations Ghost Immortal and High-level Human Immortal. Only in this way can I be able to fight against all the ancient clan forces in Liangzhou with my own strength!"

"There are countless thoughts of ghosts, immortals and gods collected in the golden pages of the Five and Six Tribulations, and many of the magical powers of the Thirty-six Transformations of Tiangang must be mastered and practiced one by one!"

"The first thing after returning to Anmang is to go to the far north, use the Kui tribe's secret realm to practice and improve, and use the environment there to quietly refine the Wuji Golden Pill!"

Jiang Li made secret calculations in his heart.

As his cultivation level continued to improve, he became increasingly aware of the narrowness and weirdness of the Kyushu world.

Since this side of the world can only accommodate existences at the level of the Creator, there must be a wider space.

(End of this chapter)