infinite power system

Chapter 261 Kungunir's Spear
This man was dressed in black armor, and the beast he was riding was also quite miraculous. It was actually an eight-legged Pegasus, running at full speed like thunder, surpassing the speed of sound.

He was very confident, so he told the truth in a restaurant, and described in detail the process of killing Tianjiao.

On this day, the world is boiling.

There is a mysterious country in the West, which is known to many people.

However, this country has been silent for tens of thousands of years, and thousands of miles of city walls have been built to isolate it from the eastern forces, so no one knows how this mysterious country is now. .

Who would have thought that this western genius with a spear on his back and an eight-legged celestial horse was born out of nowhere, and left behind a terrifying record of beating ten heavenly geniuses.This awakened many people. Maybe the mysterious country in the west has become a very terrifying force after 1 years of painstaking development.

"Your oriental wine is not good, just like water. Your oriental genius is not strong."

The blond young man smiled proudly and left the restaurant on his eight-legged Pegasus.

Moreover, he said that since Dongfang Tianjiao couldn't solve the fairy in the sky, then he would come to help Dongfang solve it.

"My eastern territory is boundless. Except for Tang Feng and Mo Gucheng, is there no one who can fight against the heavenly pride?"

Some old people wept, and their eyes were full of humiliation.

In the great East, with disaster approaching, you can only pin your hopes on a young man from the West. How aggrieved is this?

In the Yunqin Imperial Palace, Yang Danyu was furious, and all the tables and chairs around him were smashed into powder.

"Hehe, you really have the ability. A human world is just a breeding ground for our heavenly realm. How dare you attack my heavenly realm?"

Yang Danyu sneered again and again.It never occurred to him that it was the Tianjiao of the Heaven Realm who went to hunt the Tianjiao of the Human Realm. As a result, few of the Tianjiao of the Human Realm died, but the Tianjiao of the Heaven Realm suffered a lot.

"Brother Gong, what do you think?"

Yang Danyu looked at Gong Qiubai, no matter how much Gong Qiubai ignored the world, now that the dignity of the heavens was involved, it was time for Gong Qiubai to take action.

"Light the flames and tell the old men in the sky to hurry up and open the passage. As for the so-called arrogant people in the world, we will work together to solve them."

Gong Qiubai smiled lightly.

Yang Danyu nodded, glanced at the remaining [-] or so celestial prides in the hall, and said in a deep voice:

"You, each divided into two groups, led by my brother and I, to compete in the world."

As he said that, he looked at Gong Qiubai again, and said with a smile: "Brother Gong, I hope you take this competition seriously. When the time comes for your brothers to lose, you will have to bear the main responsibility."

Gong Qiubai smiled and nodded.

Yang Danyu laughed loudly, and said: "Alright, fellow Taoists, follow me to hunt down that blond man."

After all, he took the lead in taking the first step, one step out of Shuntian.More than a dozen celestial arrogance followed closely behind.

"Brother Gong, we..." Someone looked anxious.

"Let's go too." Gong Qiubai said softly, also taking one step forward.

One in front and the other in the back, two groups of Heaven's Proud of the Heavens rushed out from Shuntian City and charged in all directions.

"It's over, it's over, my human world is over."

Some elder monks saw the purpose of Yang Danyu and others at a glance, and couldn't help crying bitterly.

"In the human world, although there are young heavenly talents, they are still alone. How can they defeat so many heavenly talents?"

In Shuntian City, there are Confucian scholars who are running around anxiously like ants on a hot pot.

"I see, this huge world will fall into the hands of the immortals in the sky sooner or later, we'd better make preparations early."

The same Shuntian Confucian student is ready to take refuge in the heaven at this moment.

However, he hadn't made a move yet, and as soon as he turned around, he was terribly frightened again, and his face turned pale.

"Jing...Jing Festival?"

The Confucian scholar swallowed his saliva, lowered his head subconsciously, not daring to meet the young man surnamed Huang and named Jingjie in Cantonese.

"Uncle Zhang, what are you going to do?" Huang Yue looked at the Confucian scholar with a smile.

"I...I'm going back to my room to rest." Confucian scholar smiled awkwardly.

"But it's not dark yet." Huang Yue's smile continued.

"I... I take a nap." Confucian scholar wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Oh, that's right." Huang Yue smiled and got out of the way.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar hastily entered the room sideways, but before he could move much, a knife came out from his chest.

"Uncle Zhang, I'm back, so your generation should come to an end."

Huang Yue drew out his long knife, his expression calm: "In Shuntian City, the real scholars should stand up."

On this day, a shocking change occurred in Shuntian City.

A total of 81 Confucian scholars died, and their heads were hung on the city wall of Suncheon, exposed to the sun and rain.

Those who killed the great Confucianists were eighteen young men in green shirts.

At that time, I was young and my green shirt was thin.

Today, the teenager grows up, and the thin shirt is not thin!

Under an old apricot tree, there is an old man who has taught books all his life, and he never put down the books until his death.

Huang Yue kowtowed three times to the old man. The number one Confucianist in the world and the only real scholar among the older generation of Confucianists, he taught the three Yunqin emperors and his own Confucian sage cultivation.

But today, I can't escape the thinning of the years.

"Master, from today onwards, scholars in Shuntian will be real scholars!"

Huang Yue looked at the book that the old man put in his hand before he died, and finally wept.

……

In the desolate city, Tang Feng looked at Ning Xiaomei who was sleeping beside him with complicated eyes.

She is really an excellent woman, sensible, kind, and generous. Tang Feng sometimes wonders if she would have been happier if he hadn't met her in the first place.

Opening the Tianyu Holy Realm, he called out the old tortoise: "Is the spirit-gathering formation sure to be stable?"

The old tortoise had a rare serious look on his face: "There is a sky-thieving ruler as the eye of the formation, and the materials for arranging the formation are all excellent materials provided by you. Even if a master of the holy realm arrives, it will be no problem to last for a day."

Tang Feng nodded, got up and got out of bed, got dressed, picked up the Qianye Bow, and prepared to go out.

"Boy..." The old turtle hesitated, "Take care."

Tang Feng smiled, nodded and said, "Help me take care of Xiaomei, thank you."

The old tortoise muttered "cut" in a low voice, and waved Tang Feng to leave.

It's just that when Tang Feng really went out, it felt a little bit reluctant.

"Has he left?" Ning Xiaomei suddenly opened her eyes, which startled the old turtle.

"You didn't sleep?" the old turtle was puzzled.

Ning Xiaomei looked at the door that was still creaking, and said with a smile: "If I don't pretend to be asleep, how can he leave with confidence?"

The old turtle was speechless.

Ning Xiaomei smiled, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

He used to be her ideal person, her unrivaled hero, who stepped on the colorful clouds to save her.

Now, he should be the unrivaled hero in this world.

(End of this chapter)