A hundredfold return: creating an Eternal Family

"Hmph, if you can't win the battle, then you ask for peace. How can there be such a cheap thing in this world? Today, your Confucian and Taoist Academy is doomed to perish!"

Jun Moxiao snorted coldly, his eyes were as firm as iron, and he was not moved by Dao Ya Wensheng's words at all. After all, his original body and other clones were secretly watching, and everything was under control.

"Okay, okay, today I will show you how your Xingchen Academy can destroy my Confucian and Taoist Academy!"

Dao Ya Wensheng laughed in anger and took out a scripture that exuded the power of a sage.

"Three saints listen to my orders, wake up, and help me kill the powerful enemy!"

Dao Ya Wensheng's voice was like a god descending to the world, full of endless majesty.

At this moment, in the ruins of the Confucian and Taoist emperor, three powerful literati broke the seal instantly and appeared beside Dao Ya Wensheng, like three ancient gods, with overwhelming power.

The two literati, Bayin Wensheng and Jingxu Wensheng, who were awakening the last two literati in meditation in the Confucian Academy, and the seriously injured Qingniu Shangzun, seemed to sense something and looked at the three literati summoned by Daoya Wensheng.

"Tiantun Wensheng, Kaichu Wensheng, Tianyi Wensheng, what happened to them?"

Qingniu Shangzun frowned. He could not feel any vitality from the three literati, and asked Bayin Wensheng and Jingxu Wensheng in confusion.

"They have been trained into puppets!" Jingxu Wensheng said indifferently. He had some understanding of the way of puppets.

"What? In other words, the three of them have already died!"

Qingniu Shangzun seemed to have touched a horrible truth, his voice trembling and unbelievable.

Bayin Wensheng, who was on the side, was sending the power of the literati to the other two literati, trying to awaken them, while staring at Daoya Wensheng, who was controlling Tiantun Wensheng, Kaichu Wensheng and Tianyi Wensheng in the void, with a cold light in his eyes.

In the void, the confrontation between Jun Moxiao and Daoya Wensheng was like a duel between heaven and earth. The auras of the two intertwined, causing the wind and clouds to change.

Daoya Wensheng controlled the three Wenshengs who had become puppets. Their eyes were empty, but their strength was extremely strong, like zombie-like fighting machines.

"Daoya Wensheng, you, as the dean of the Confucian and Taoist Academy, actually turned the Wensheng of the Confucian and Taoist Academy into a puppet. It's really ridiculous, hahaha!"

Jun Moxiao's voice was like thunder, and the power of Wensheng surged around him, ready to launch an attack.

Daoya Wensheng sneered, and the scriptures in his hand emitted a more dazzling light. He commanded the three puppet Wenshengs to attack Jun Moxiao:

"Jun Moxiao, you can talk nonsense, today I will let you see what true despair is!"

The battle was about to break out, Tiantun Wensheng, Kaichu Wensheng and Tianyi Wensheng rushed towards Jun Moxiao like three meteors with destructive power.

Their attacks were random, but full of violence and destructive power.

Jun Moxiao did not retreat but advanced. His figure flashed and turned into countless afterimages. Each afterimage carried the powerful power of the Sage of Literature, and launched a fierce battle with the three puppet Sages of Literature.

The power of the Sage of Literature turned into sword light, fist shadow, and holy power impact. The sky above the entire Confucian and Taoist Academy was like a battlefield in the end of the world.

"Bayin Sage of Literature, Jingxu Sage of Literature, wake up the other Sages of Literature, we must join forces to fight this crisis!"

Qingniu Shangzun shouted anxiously. Although he was seriously injured, he was still unwilling to sit idly by.

Bayin Sage of Literature and Jingxu Sage of Literature did not dare to neglect it. They worked together to activate the power of the Sage of Literature and finally awakened the last two Sages of Literature who were meditating.

The five Sages of Literature exerted their strength together, forming a powerful power of the Sage of Literature, trying to prepare to sneak attack Jun Moxiao who was fighting with Daoya Sage of Literature.

Suddenly, six black-robed people with the peak aura of the Holy Realm appeared.

It was Lin Nian who brought six clones to block them.

The battle in the void intensified, and every collision between Jun Moxiao and the three puppet Wenshengs shook the earth.

Daoya Wensheng sneered on the side, constantly urging scriptures to enhance the power of the puppets.

At this moment, Jun Moxiao suddenly exploded, and his Wensheng power was like a bright star, illuminating the entire night sky:

"Daoya Wensheng, your doomsday is here!"

As Jun Moxiao roared, the sword light in his hand surged, and a sword energy that destroyed the world swept out, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, dazzling and dazzling, rushing straight to Daoya Wensheng and the puppet Wensheng.

This sword contained Jun Moxiao's endless understanding of Wendao and his ultimate control of power, as if it was going to cut the entire Confucian and Taoist Academy in half.

Daoya Wensheng's face changed drastically. He felt an unprecedented threat. The destructive power contained in the sword energy made him feel powerless. He hurriedly urged the scriptures, trying to use the power of the Puppet Saint to resist this fatal blow.

However, Jun Moxiao's sword had already surpassed the limits of the mortal world. It was the power of the Saint Realm, a realm that Daoya Saint could not reach.The three puppet Wenshengs were like fragile pieces of paper in front of the sword energy. They were torn apart in an instant. Their bodies turned into dust in the sword light and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Daoya Wensheng widened his eyes. He watched his puppets being destroyed one by one, and the fear in his heart surged like a tide.

He finally understood that the gap between him and Jun Moxiao was not only strength, but also the understanding of the great way of heaven and earth.

"No! This is impossible!"

Daoya Wensheng shouted desperately, but his voice seemed so insignificant in front of Jun Moxiao's sword energy.

The sword energy continued to move forward, with supreme majesty, rushing straight to Daoya Wensheng.

Daoya Wensheng tried his best to exert the power of the sages in the scriptures to the extreme, trying to build a line of defense. But all these efforts seemed so pale and powerless in front of Jun Moxiao's sword energy.

Finally, the sword energy crashed into Dao Ya Wen Sheng's defense line. The defense line built by the power of the saints broke like thin ice. Dao Ya Wen Sheng's body collapsed instantly under the impact of the sword energy. It seemed that his existence had never left a trace in this world.

Jun Mo Xiao stood in the void, the sword light in his hand gradually dissipated, his eyes were cold and firm, as if everything just now was just a small matter of waving his hand.

The outcome of the battle was revealed in the sword light. Dao Ya Wen Sheng was completely defeated, and Jun Mo Xiao was the absolute winner of this battle.

The entire Confucian and Taoist Academy trembled in silence. All the people, whether elders or disciples, looked at the powerful back in the void in horror.