Chapter 750 All Laws Don't Touch

At this moment, the whole capital is quiet. Above the imperial city, all the huge hands floating in the mountain were shattered by an overwhelming force.

The whole capital was shrouded in a vast ocean in an instant. All other true qi and vitality have been squeezed out. It can't exist in this vast integrity at all.

"Bun!" In the sky, the evil master screamed, as if he had been struck by thunder. Thick smoke kept coming out of him. On his arm, a melting image immediately appeared, as if it were snow, melting quickly in the sun.

The strong man in the star world, the true qi is gathered into one, and it will not be shaken at all. However, this magnificent righteousness is hundreds and thousands of times more dense than the true spirit of the warriors in the planet.

In the face of this terrible power, the strong man in the planet is also as small as an ant. This is no longer a personal power, nor is it the power that a great Confucian can practice. Even Taibao is as in the face of this power.

This power is vast and boundless, with a heavy smell of historical precipitation. This is the power precipitated by countless great Confucians in a long river of cultivation and good nourishment: hundreds of millions of students recite scriptures and nourish the spirit.

This power, unparalleled in strength, is a huge force that can change the operation of the sky and the direction of history!

It was just a scream, and the evil master was full of smoke. [body] The true qi of the evil spirit scattered most of it in an instant. Falling from the sky.

On the other side, the Vientiane suzerain also exclaimed and fell straight down. The true qi in his [body] flows out crazily in an incomprehensible way, as if this world can't survive the true qi in his [body] at all.

This situation" Vientiane suzerain has never encountered it. It seems that he is incompatible with this world. He wanted to shake the void, but the void was as solid as iron: he wanted to mobilize the rules of heaven and earth, but the rules of heaven and earth were hidden, if nothing; he wanted to kill and stood on the altar, with dazzling white wine. "But the true qi in the body] just flowed out of the palm of his hand,

"It's over!" The suzerain of Vientiane disappeared, and he closed his eyes in despair." A legendary ability flashed through his mind: "There is no way to touch it!"

Legend has it that Confucianism can enter a mysterious realm when his cultivation reaches a very high level. All kinds of spells and true qi can't be used in front of these great Confucians, nor can they hurt them. All rules and energy cannot be mobilized at all.

At this time, it can't even soar into space. All the people were returned to the prototype. Return to the state before practicing martial arts!

At this time, there is no difference between martial artists and ordinary people!

This ability is called "untouchable"!

These four words are the master of Mr. Tianji San of "Mr. Lianshan" thousands of years ago. But no one has ever seen it, and everyone is just skeptical.

The suzerain of Vientiane has long forgotten this point, but at this moment, this memory suddenly "resurrecated" and became extremely clear.

He didn't expect that the toast that presided over the royal sacrifice was actually a terrible Confucian who had reached the point of "untouched by all laws".

Bang! Bang!!

Two loud noises fell to the ground. Soon, a large number of forbidden troops rushed to the place where the two fell. The hairless phoenix is not as good as a chicken. Under the suppression of "untouchable", the strong man in the star realm is just an ordinary person.

Just outside the palace at the moment the two fell, "Dengding Teahouse".

When seeing the magnificent righteousness that made the sun and the moon lose its color, the whole teahouse showed a shocked look except for the middle-aged Confucians possessed by the emperor.

"I said that my iron barrel is unshakable!"

In the teahouse, the middle-aged Confucian, who was attached to the emperor, glanced at the crowd and looked calm and calm, "showing a trace" and everything is under control". However, this look quickly flashed away.

The next moment, "Bun!" "Haohan's Haoran righteousness turned into an invisible storm and swept through the teahouse. Characters like Chaos Laozu can't maintain this incarnation in this terrible righteousness. The consciousness hidden in it was swept away by this vast atmosphere, and it was shattered.

"Liu Qian, you won..."

A voice sounded in the teahouse. It seemed that before he finished saying this sentence, he was soon shaken away by the magnificent atmosphere. The warm wind swept over, and everyone's bodies shook." They came to their senses one after another.

"What? What's going on? Why did I run to the Dengding Teahouse?" The middle-aged Confucian trembled and raised his head in surprise, showing a dream-like look.

"Huh? I'm obviously chopping pigs. "Why did you suddenly come here?"

The greasy butcher looked surprised.

I glanced around and found that I didn't know anyone who sat with me. Shaking his head, "I stood up full of puzzlement and strode downstairs." He muttered in his mouth, "The mother-in-law is missing me. I'm afraid she's losing her temper..."

On the teahouse, everyone woke up one after another, looked around, and walked down to the teahouse with full of puzzlement...

Taihe Hall of the Imperial Palace.

Taifu and Dazai sat upright and stared at the outside of the Taihe Hall. When they felt the change of Zhou Tianhao's atmosphere, the two nodded slightly.

"Mr. Zhu's action!" Dazai said slowly.

"Well, the toast is already very indebly and hasn't taken action. Let's go and see him.

Taifu said, came out of the table. Go to the temple.

Things have come to this point, and it's over.

In the face of ", all methods do not touch", no one can shake the capital at all.

In the temple, everything is quiet.

"Ah!" Suddenly" exclamation broke the tranquility. A son of heaven sacrificed wine for the rest of his life after the disaster, looking at the altar in front of him, showing an extremely solemn and shocked look.

In the eyes of everyone, at the beginning of the founding of the Zhou Dynasty, thick blood was flowing out of the periphery of the altar made by Taizu. This stream of blood painted the whole altar red under the mottled altar wall, which looked shocking.

I don't know how many times "such sacrifices" have been held for more than 1,600 years since the establishment of the Zhou Dynasty. However, no one has ever seen such an abnormality.

"Your Excellency, this... What should I do now?"

The "Sacrifice of the Son of Heaven" present has experienced more than ten years of sacrifice, but it has never encountered such a situation. The sacrifice was interrupted. Now the altar is bleeding again, which is an extremely unknown sign.

The altar is made of green jade. Normally, even if it collapses, it can't bleed. The scene in front of us has completely exceeded everyone's understanding.

Everyone is familiar with the etiquette of sacrifice. But no ceremonial scripture has ever mentioned this kind of thing.

On the altar, Zhu Zhuang Sichen looked at the sky and remained motionless. As a result, there was no joy on Zhuang Sichen's face when he went to the turmoil in the capital.

The sacrificial text originally in his hand has been thrown to the ground by him. The ritual of sacrifice, the recitation of the sacrificial text, once interrupted, it means the failure of the whole sacrificial ceremony.

The reason why he didn't intervene for a long time. That's why.

"Only one step away... God!" On Zhuang Sichen's face, there was an indescribable loneliness and sigh at this time. On the half-covered list, there are clearly a few square words: "............Heaven and earth are still there!" As long as you finish reading these last four words, the sacrifice will be a success. It's just that the suzerain of Vientiane and the evil suzerain did not give him this time.

"Sacrifice to see blood" omen..."

A deep worry flashed in Zhuang Sichen's eyes. The bloodshed from the altar, this abnormality, is not recorded in the Confucian classics. Only the wine greetings of past dynasties can we know the reason.

The method of sacrifice has been passed down from ancient times. In ancient times, the demons changed the way of heaven by "communicating the way of heaven" in this way. Zhonghe's own killing was too heavy, which attracted the heavenly way to counterattack.

The Great Zhou Dynasty has been errred over the years, and the disaster of swords and soldiers is extremely heavy. But I don't know that this kind of killing spirit in the world can affect the operation of heaven. Bring back phagocytosis.

The annual sacrifice of Confucianism is the influence of "the spirit of swords and soldiers" on the way of heaven and the world.

At present, the altar is bleeding, and it is the heavenly opportunity. It's beyond human power!

"The great events of the country are sacrificed in Rong... In the years of peace for more than a thousand years, it can no longer be sustained!" With a deep sigh in his heart, the white wine turned around and walked straight down from the altar: "Tell your majesty, the sacrifice has failed!"

After saying this, Zhuang Sichen went straight into the temple.

Shangjing City, Wumu Mansion.

A man, with a long and magnificent body, is sitting with his back to the window. The man's body shape is extremely smooth, and every arc is secretly in line with the truth of heaven and earth. It gives people a strange and intelligent feeling. It seems that every part of this person's body is thinking all the time.

There is a table in front of the window. On the table, there is a pair of chessboards. Black and white chess pieces are killed across the board. It's just strange that some of the pieces on the chessboard are as clean as new, and some are covered with dust. It seems that these chess pieces have not been moved for a long time.

This is a chess game calculated on a yearly basis. Every month, the pieces on the chessboard will move one.

At this moment, the man suddenly stretched out his slender fingers, picked up a dust-clap-ced black, and gently landed on the chessboard with a "bang".

"Beaver, is this what you want?"

The man looked at the chess game on the chessboard and sighed deeply. At the moment when he was regarded as the god of war by Da Zhou, his wise eyes were full of deep worries.

At the same time, a figure emerged from the ground in the [Zhong] Central Purple Hall. Appearing in the purple gas all over the sky, crawling to the ground.

"How is the construction of the demon tower?"

The voice of the emperor is still majestic.

"Your Majesty, it's almost seven or eight out of ten."

The other voice should be peaceful.

"It's still a little short, so fill in the souls of Vientiane and Heavenly Evil." The two powerful souls, the angry struggle, roaring, appeared in the purple gas.

"Thank you for writing."

The voice said happily, and he ignored the scolding of the two people and threw it directly into the ground. After hesitating three times, the voice said, "Your Majesty, I don't quite understand. Your Majesty can obviously destroy them. Why do you still have to be controlled by them?" "Everything is useful, and so is the enemy! I am sure of myself. Don't let Sheng Wuhou know about this!"

The emperor's cold voice.

The voice hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded: "Yes! Your Majesty!",