Chapter 93 The New Holy Land of Confucianism

Renzun and Ghost Station are outside the poisonous fog.

The two of them looked at their eyes blankly.

"This, where is the big array broken? Why didn't I see it?" The ghost car is a strange road.

Renzun's face twitched and said, "This large array is divided into three layers inside and outside, as if it is really unbroken!"

After saying that, Renzun waved his hand incomprehensible.

"Bow!"

When Renzun waved his hand, the endless poisonous fog rushed to the sky, and then dispersed and disappeared.

The surrounding mountains and rivers suddenly exposed their shape.

In the center is a huge dragon head mountain, and the surrounding mountains are connected like a dragon body. Set up a long dragon with the trend of the mountain.

Dragon head, dragon beard, dragon skin, dragon bone, any immortal can realize the preciousness of these forest materials, arrange this array, just from this dragon head, know that it is extremely luxurious.

However, the only drawback is the longan. The left eye and left eye of the feng shui mountain dragon are gone.

And look at the hole, as if the left eye was stroked by brute force.

There was a burst of twitching on Renzun's face.

"The longan is gone? Renzun, it seems to be your feng shui array, only this longan material is the worst, crystal stone! This keel is a copper gold essence, and the dragon's beard is a blood coagulation for millions of years. Dragon tendons are made of ten thousand demon tendons, but these eyes are just crystal stones. Look, is there anything else missing!" The ghost car immediately frowned.

Renzun said with a gloomy face, "Don't check it. I arranged this feng shui array. What I know best is that there is a missing longan."

"Is there only one piece of crystal missing? Didn't you take anything else? What do you mean by the person who broke in? The ghost car frowned.

"Yes, why did you only take a piece of crystal? What's the purpose of coming here?" The respect for the people is entangled.

"Is there a hole here?" The ghost car pointed to the road not far away.

Renzun immediately searched and found that the hole just led to the outside.

"Shh!" The man smoked. Qi.

"What's wrong?"

"This feng shui array leads to the earth's qi and veins. The most difficult thing to break should be this earth. How can people break the earth? What kind of strength does this man have? Even ordinary ancestors can't do it!" Renzun's face showed a sense of worry.

"What does he mean by breaking through your strongest defense and only one longan when you come in?" The ghost car is a strange road.

"Are you warning us?" Ren Zun's face changed.

"Warning?"

"Yes, it's just a warning. This person has strong strength, but he only gives a warning. Does he see our purpose? Or is he looking at the face of the emperor? The face of the people is constantly changing.

The face of the human dignity and the ghost car is constantly changing. The silence broke the array, and the most laborious one was used. After breaking the array, only a piece of ordinary material crystal stone was taken away. The motivation of the person was no longer simple, and the respect for the person and the ghost car were more and more far-reaching. Even a trace of cold sweat flowed from Renzun's face.

"No, such a bad-minded peerless master, I must report to the emperor!" The man said.

"Hmm!"

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Nanzhanzhou.

A mountain range full of righteousness in heaven and earth.

Tens of thousands of Confucian students in white robes keep shuttling here.

Or, the children of Confucianism and Taoism in Dongzhou have gathered here.

The fall of Confucius, the decline of Confucianism, coupled with the burning of books and Confucianism in the Qin Dynasty over the years, Confucianism has suffered an unprecedented blow. At this moment, many Confucian disciples have left Dongzhou.

Or hide your name, or join other sects. Anyway, Confucianism has fallen.

Only some Confucian loyalists remain in Dongzhou, hoping that Confucianism can rise again.

But over the years, these loyalists have also been extremely difficult. Until Confucius' descendants, Kong Sekong, reappeared. Only then did the disciples of Confucianism see hope again.

Kong Sekong's Confucianism and Taoism are infinitely close to Confucius in those years.

Therefore, Sekong quickly gathered a group of Confucian disciples and established a small new holy place of Confucianism in Nanzhanzhou.

At the highest peak in the center, a huge statue of colored sky was erected. For countless Confucian disciples to worship.

In the central hall. There is only one person.

It was the color sky. The color sky was wearing a white robe, and his hair continued, pretending to be serious.

The door of the hall is closed.

There is a huge jade platform in front of the color sky, and on the jade platform is the map of Nanzhanzhou.

Looking at the map, the color sky shook his head, and his eyes gradually narrowed: "Confucius' memory is really difficult to digest, but didn't you make a wedding dress for me?"

"Nanzhan Zanzhou? Zixiao Palace? At that time, the first person in the world, Hongjun's full power? He stared at it with his eyes narrowed.

"Two Hongjun have come out. Unfortunately, none of you are Hongjun. Only I am worthy of Hongjun." Sekong said proudly.

Between the hands, a mirror appeared in front of me. The empty head twisted slightly. The head turned into a huge disgusting cricket head.

Sekong gently touched his disgusting head and said lightly, "Hongjun is the first cricket mythical beast in heaven and earth. After falling, there are crickets everywhere in the sky. This is the so-called cricket indestructible, Hongjun immortal? The world is endless. The crickets are endless. Because there are too many. However, the only one who ascends to the throne of the mythical beast again is me. I am the only mythical beast in heaven and earth. Then won't I be reincarned by Hongjun? Anyway, I must get Zixiao Palace. If I get Zixiao Palace, I am Hongjun.

The narcissistic seku rubbed his head and said, "Once I become Hongjun, what else will I be afraid of that day? Zhongshan?? After years of humiliation, I will pay it back a hundred times!"

The empty cricket's head is getting more and more ferocious, and it looks more and more ugly.

"Wow!"

A huge breath fell from the sky, and a group of uninvited guests suddenly came to the new holy place of Confucianism.

The huge breath was released, making the narcissistic color sky suddenly exciting. His head shook and quickly turned back into a human form.

That's the time.

"Bow!" The door of the main hall was opened.

"Master, there is an enemy coming!" The man who rushed in said anxiously.

"I know!" The airy face turned cold.

A little bit, I almost saw my real body. The color was shocked and sweated coldly.

"Who is coming? Report your name!" There were bursts of shouts outside the hall.

Outside the central hall of the new holy land of Confucianism, in the sky, there are twelve people in black robes. As soon as twelve people in black robes arrive, a strong momentum pressure in all directions, shocking the whole new holy place of Confucianism.

Countless strong people with horrible breath are out of breath for a moment.

Is this the smell of ancestral immortals? The breath that only the ancestors can have?

"Master!" A group of people shouted to the hall.

Because, everyone knows that the strongest one here is the new gatekeeper, Kong Sekong, because he has mastered the Confucian road of Confucianism, the road of Confucius in the past.

"Is your door owner empty? Let him out!" Jin Peng shouted.

Confucian disciples looked at Jin Peng coldly one by one. The enemy of Confucianism? Humph, when the door master comes out, you must look good.

"Who dares to die?" A cold sound came from the hall.

Stepping, the color sky stepped out with one foot. In the color sky's eyes, the ordinary ancestor immortals are not difficult to deal with.

devoured Confucius and owned the Hongru Avenue of Confucius. As soon as the Avenue came out, the strength of tens of thousands of Confucian disciples here will definitely increase countless times. No matter how much they come, they can cope with it.

However, when Sekong stepped out with one foot, Sekong saw twelve people in the sky.

Somehow, when I saw the person in the front, I couldn't help but burst out. The hairs all over the body suddenly stood up.

This, is this?

Zhong Shan?

With this feeling alone, Sekong actually judged that the person was Zhong Shan at once. It was too familiar. Every time he saw Zhong Shan, he felt this way. Was it him? Why did he come again?

There was a burst of sadness in Sekong's heart. Why does Zhong Shan always have trouble with himself?

All the Confucian disciples watched the master with one foot inside the door and the other foot outside the door. Facing the low threshold, they did not move at this moment and maintained that posture, making a group of Confucian disciples full of strangeness.

The empty face remains unchanged, but his heart is full of entanglement.

What should I do? What should I do? Zhong Shan is here again!

"Empty?" Zhong Shan said in a low voice.

Sekong's heart moved. He didn't wait to step out of the hall and immediately shouted: "All the disciples of Confucianism obey the order. These people are the enemies who come to destroy our Confucianism. Everyone takes up their weapons and defends Confucianism. The righteousness lasts forever!"

While talking, in front of the sky, there is a huge road that goes through the sky and the earth, which is the Hongru road of Confucius.

After devouring Confucius, even if you can't give full play to the full power of Hongru Avenue, there are always three layers.

As soon as the Hongru Avenue came out, the endless righteousness filled the bodies of the disciples of Confucianism in the four directions.

Tens of thousands of Confucian disciples suddenly had a high morale. One by one, he shouted: "Defending Confucianism, righteousness lasts forever~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The war is on the verge of breaking out. Countless Confucian disciples rushed to the sky like crazy.

After shouting fiercely, the color sky retreated to the rear and retreated into the hall. He cheated his subordinates and fled alone.

Suddenly, he took out a jade charm in his empty hand and looked sad: "Zhong Shanshaxing, why are you here again? I only have this transmission charm left!"

After saying that, he did not hesitate and pinched it in his hand.

In the outside world, the road of Hongru appeared, and countless forces filled the bodies of Confucian disciples. One by one seemed to have been hypnotized. Even with mortal bodies, they dared to fly forward and rushed to a group of people in Zhongshan.

Tens of thousands of Confucian disciples rushed to the sky and were dense.

Luo Xingchen immediately came out of the line, put his hand in the palm, pressed down, and the void shook, as if the whole space had been pressed down from the palm of Luo Xingchen.

A pair of 50,000.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

All Confucian disciples were repulsed by this palm. The power of the ancestral immortals is not comparable to those of these ordinary practitioners at all.

With one palm, 50,000 Confucian disciples spit out blood. A large number of palaces were pressed into powder.