Dragon and Tiger Taoist

In Taixuan Realm, Guixu, darkness surges, and the sound of ghosts crying comes from it.

At the edge of Guixu, a mountain range surrounded by fairy light spreads as far as possible, as if it is reaching the end of the sky. It cannot be seen at a glance. If you look carefully, you will find that this mountain range is made of words. The core is A strong word, written like a silver snake, although it is just a word, it reveals the true Tao Yun, which gives this endless mountain range a real soul and turns it into a strong city that suppresses the ruins. This is Book Mountain.

In order to prevent the old ghost from crawling out of the ruins and invading the wilderness, the Confucian sect used the important weapon of the immortals, the Wordless Book, to evolve the Book Mountain, and then began a long-term confrontation with the old ghost. Although it temporarily blocked the pace of the old ghost, But the Confucian sect also suffered heavy losses. From the moment the dead ghost crawled out of the ruins, the flames of war have never been extinguished.

With disheveled hair and a pen as sharp as a sword, Xu Hao, a true Confucian sect, killed an old ghost. However, he knew that this was just an appearance. It would not be long before the ghost would appear again, and it might even become stronger. , thinking of these, the dual exhaustion of body and mind made Xu Hao more and more unbearable, and he could no longer be as free and elegant as before.

“But I don’t know when these days will end?”

With a weak sigh, looking at the ups and downs of the waves, showing the depth of the ruins, Xu Hao's waist unconsciously bent a little, and was no longer as straight as before.

In fact, this is not just the feeling of Xu Hao alone. The battles with the old ghost over the years have left many Confucian disciples physically and mentally exhausted. The power of the old ghost is comprehensive, with strange magical powers, crazy will, almost immortality, and far beyond. Ordinary monsters and ghosts, when faced with old ghosts of the same level, even Confucian disciples must be careful to deal with them. If they are not careful, they may fall into the trap. Countless Confucian disciples have fallen in these years, and everyone's heart is filled with worries. The string has been stretched to the limit. Even with the blessing of Shushan, the Confucian sect cannot bear it.

"Where is the path for Confucianism?"

Looking up to the sky and sighing, Xu Hao was filled with confusion.

And at this moment, a huge white finger bone poked out from the depths of Guixu. Its texture was like jade, engraved with ancient Taoist texts, and it was surrounded by a sacred aura. It was incompatible with Guixu. The one where it appeared In an instant, the pen in his hand was paused and the copybook was stained. The expression of Mr. Mo Da, the mountain chief of Jixia Academy and the great sage of the Confucian sect, changed drastically.

"Finger bones of gods and demons?"

Feeling the unique divine aura of the white finger bones, Mr. Mo Da guessed something.

"not good!"

Realizing that something was wrong, he splashed ink into a painting and transformed into an ink dragon. Mr. Mo Da wanted to stop it, but it was all in vain. As the finger fell, the ink dragon collapsed, and the mountain of books suddenly shook.

Rumbling, the heaven and the earth were turbulent, thousands of words bloomed with splendor, rendering the sky. At this moment, the mountain of books burst out with unprecedented brilliance, but the ultimate splendor was followed by destruction. With the destruction of the core character, endless , stalwart, and the mountain of books that suppressed the entire Guixu began to collapse.

"The mountain of books collapsed..."

Seeing such a scene, countless Confucian disciples were in a daze. They were able to persevere all the time, and Shushan was indispensable. It can be said that Shushan was their biggest support. Now that Shushan has collapsed, their support is gone, and for a while they Some were at a loss, but strangely, many people felt relieved that it was finally over.

And as the mountain of books continued to collapse, the power of suppression was greatly reduced, and a wave of terror rolled up in the ruins. Countless old ghosts took the opportunity to be thrown out of the ruins, their gray eyes full of Mad, burning with the fire of destruction that wants to burn the entire world. They are born for revenge and come with destruction.

The most terrifying thing is that many academy disciples can be seen among them, but now they have all turned into ghosts. Of course, strictly speaking, they have just been contaminated by the ghosts' aura and become the minions of ghosts. , which is essentially different from the real ghosts born in the ruins.

"All Confucian disciples listen to the order and withdraw to the wilderness immediately!"

With a scroll of the Wordless Heavenly Book above his head, Mr. Mo Da knew that the situation was irreversible. He suppressed Guixu's rampage and issued orders at the same time. However, the finger bone of the gods and demons really put great pressure on him, even if he could barely borrow the Wordless Heavenly Book. His strength still seemed a little stretched.

After hearing this, the Confucian disciples who had lost the protection of Shushan and were filled with fear dispersed like a tide. Although some people were unwilling to stay and continued to fight and dye the sky with green blood, more people still chose to retreat. These years of fighting with the old ghost have made them tired and even scared, because the old ghost cannot be killed.

At the same time, outside that day, at the source of the vast river, the two of them were watching this scene silently.

"There is a great terror hidden in Guixu."

Looking down at the sky and the earth, a child sighed. He looked like he was only seven or eight years old, but his words inadvertently revealed the vicissitudes of life.

Hearing this, the old man sitting opposite him, who was playing chess with him, nodded. There was indeed a great horror in Guixu, which even a Confucian saint like him could not see through, but at this moment, he was even more moved. What is interesting is the performance of the Confucian disciples this time. Although there is no lack of shining points, overall it is still far behind.

"Guixu is one of the ten places. It has a strange origin. It is suspected to be related to the fall of a majestic life. At this time of change, I am afraid that some kind of peerless evil has really been born."

The Confucian sage spoke in a low voice. It was suspected that there was a big secret hidden in the ruins, but he didn't know what it was. Compared to those truly ancient beings, he became enlightened too late.

"It seems that the performance of the Confucian disciples has disappointed you this time."

Although the Confucian sage in front of him was neither sad nor happy, Nan Huazi saw his thoughts. After completely cutting off the dream path, with the help of the Confucian sage over the years, he absorbed the endless aura of awe-inspiring power, condensed a green-blooded heart, and regained his strength. Shaping his own foundation, he condensed a brand new Tao body, so that he turned into a child, but his mind became clearer and clearer.

Hearing this, the Confucian sage did not speak, but seeing such a scene, Nan Huazi's words rang out again.

"You were born in sorrow and died in happiness. When you were born in the wilderness, you were not only far away from the oppression of Emperor Ying, but also avoided the interference of Taoism and Buddhism. You taught all the people here and opened up Confucianism."

"The wilderness is close to Guixu, and its special geographical location keeps it away from all the disputes in the Taixuan world. The Confucian sect can develop here with peace of mind, laying the foundation for the great prosperity. However, times have changed, and now, the too comfortable environment has made the Confucian sect There were a lot of problems internally.”

Without haste or delay, Nan Huazi expressed his guess.

Hearing this, the Confucian sage let out a sigh.

“If you don’t gather your literary heart, don’t understand the truth, and don’t forge your literary bones, great things will be difficult to achieve.”

As the Confucian Sage thought, the entire vast river shook.

Looking at such a scene, Nan Huazi was silent. The vast river is the work of the Confucian sage and the fruit of his Taoism. At this time, the vast river seems vast, but its foundation is unstable and scattered. It is nothing more than an appearance. Can't afford any wind or rain.

"Let me enter the world. Blood and fire can indeed temper the bones, but without enough support, they are more likely to die on the way."

After a moment of silence, Nan Huazi spoke.

Hearing this, the Confucian sage was speechless.