Gao Wu: Just Became Suzerain, The Empress Invited Me Out Of The Mountain

"You ended up going this route."

Inside the Tianzong, Daoist Taiqing looked at the sky full of blood and endless sword energy, his gaze penetrated the void, and he saw the scene of the northern border.

"Yuan Sheng, you don't have to do this."

Inside the Confucianism Saint Academy, the corners of Meng Sheng's eyes were moist, thinking of the person who traveled with him in the rivers and lakes, pursued the way of swordsmanship, and refused to worship under the most holy sect with him.

"Heaven did not give birth to you, Yuan Sheng, your swordsmanship is as eternal as Chang Ye."

In the Longhu Mountain Tianshi Mansion, the old Tianshi silently got up from the reclining chair and said with a sad expression.

The gazes of the thirteenth realms cast their gazes to the north, looking at the Great Wall of Sword Qi and the Heavenly Demon Kingdom, all lamenting.

Even some old monsters of the thirteenth realm who are older than Yuan Sheng have respect on their faces at this moment.

Just a moment ago, Yuan Sheng finally refined the remnant soul of the demon ancestor to death, and spent eight thousand years of "eight six seven" light, and he also ran out of oil and died.

Originally, Yuan Sheng should have died in the hands of the remnant soul of the demon ancestor eight thousand years ago, but he merged with the infinite sword energy, and forced the time back eight thousand years.

At the moment when the demon ancestor's remnant soul was refined to death, Yuan Sheng carried the last remaining power of the demon ancestor's remnant soul, entered the Heavenly Demon's country, and slaughtered countless people.

In the end, he single-handedly killed two demon saints of the thirteenth realm, and cut off two enemies of the human race.

There used to be three great demon saints in the Heavenly Demon Kingdom in Beimo, but now two of them are dead, and the remaining Heavenly Demon Lord is the strongest, but he was also severely injured.

Eight thousand years ago, one person ruled two clans, and one sword killed the remnants of demon ancestors;

Eight thousand years later, one person beheaded the two saints, and the sword severely injured the Heavenly Demon King.

Such a feat is rare in all ages!

The people in Central Continent looked at the dissipated blood and receding sword energy, not knowing what happened in the northern border, but their hearts were empty, and they were naturally filled with sadness.

Great Chu, Annan City, Yellow Crane Tower.

The thirteen divine swords were returned to the box, and the purple-clothed sword king turned around and looked at Zhou Yuanjun solemnly, saying:

"Go to that fairy, the Great Wall of Sword Qi is afraid of accidents, I want to go to the northern border to guard, Brother Zhou, can we lose together?"

With the seven-star dragon returning to its sheath, Zhou Yuanjun glanced at Renzong's place and slowly shook his head.

Huang Dingyuan couldn't hide his disappointment on his face.

Then Zhou Yuanjun said: "Brother Huang, go one step first, wait for me to deal with the affairs of Chu State, and then meet you at the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

"Okay, then it's settled."

Huang Dingyuan was overjoyed, he clapped his hands heavily with Zhou Yuanjun, and then drove his sword energy towards the Great Wall of Sword Qi in the north.

Within Renzong.

Semi-sage Chen Guanhai frowned, he had no interest in doing anything, and the great Confucians behind him also looked solemn.

Opposite them, Yunxiao, the saint of Tianzong, Zhenjun Mingfa of Dizong, and Yu Wuxia, the head of Daoist of Renzong, all had ugly faces. Zhenjun Mingfa told the two women his guess.

Compared with the Saintess of Tianzong and the Daoist of Renzong, the Mingfa Zhenjun of Dizong has lived for hundreds of years. Because of his lack of cultivation, he turned to the history books and found this record about Yuan Sheng

Because the change in the northern border was too sudden, a human race powerhouse who was comparable to the top thirteen realms passed away suddenly, and a person who had made great contributions to the human race immediately attracted people from all over the world.

The semi-sage Chen Guanhai and the four great Confucians looked at each other, and said to the three Taoists:

"This seat only makes one move. If you can take it, then Renzong will still be the state religion of Chu, and the Confucian Saint Academy will not pursue it for a hundred years."

After all, he is the semi-sage of Confucianism and Sage Academy, it is impossible to be like this

"Yes." The Tianzong Saintess replied coldly.

The semi-sage Chen Guanhai and the saintess of Tianzong flew into the sky together, preparing to confront each other in the sky, separated by hundreds of meters.

A Confucian crown fluttered from Chen Guanhai's body, and a carving knife appeared in his hand. With the blessing of these two sub-sacred treasures, his aura rose steadily, reaching the limit of the eleventh realm, and faintly touched the twelve realm.

Then he said solemnly:

"The holy soul has come!"

The faces of the people behind Chen Guanhai suddenly changed. They thought that Chen Sheng would only make a symbolic move, but Chen Sheng didn't intend to let the water go at all, and directly amplified his moves.

The Confucian magic of the holy soul descending can only be learned and mastered at the eleventh level, but it does not prevent everyone from knowing its prestige.

The holy soul is the soul of the sub-sage and above. It has been sanctified and can be summoned from the long river of time even after death. The premise is that there is a relic of that sub-sage or even a saint.

Even if this spell is placed in the Confucian sect, it is also the top few, and it is definitely a killer level.

When Chen Guanhai's voice fell, the color of the world changed, and the arrogance and righteousness in the sky above Chujing all moved closer to Chen Guanhai.

Then, behind him, a solid figure appeared, three hundred feet tall, wearing a Confucian crown, holding a carving knife in his hand, with a kind face, but full of majesty, full of holy power, which is the power of sub-sage .....

"!"

The disciples of the Confucian Saint Academy exclaimed, even the four great Confucians are the same.

Bai Sheng was a late-stage sub-sage strongman thousands of years ago, and his strength was extremely strong.

Even Yunxiao, the saint of Tianzong, after hearing those four words and seeing that stalwart figure, her expression became dignified, and she was no longer as calm as before.

Because he said that he only used one move, Chen Guanhai didn't use the other abilities of the semi-sage, even the basic words were useless, he just let the descending holy soul attack by himself.

Bai Sheng's holy soul seemed to be alive, he glanced at Chen Guanhai, the carving knife in his hand attracted the power of the Confucian crown on his head, and then stabbed lightly towards the founder of the sect.

The carving knife pierced the space, and in an instant it came to the Tianzong Saintess and was about to stab her.

"The sky and the earth stand still."

At this moment, Yun Xiaotan, the saint of Tianzong, opened her mouth slightly and spit out four words.

In an instant, this place seemed to be independent from the long river of time, and the time in this world stood still, and no one could move.

But the carving knife in Bai Shenghun's hand pierced the ripples of time and was still cutting towards her, but at an extremely slow speed, as if a second was divided into tens of thousands of frames.

"The sky and the earth lose their color!"

The saint of Tianzong spit out four words again.

The whole world dimmed, as if it had been stripped of its color and its vitality. The Holy Spirit of Bai Sheng who killed her was also broken every inch, and hundreds of long bodies were shattered.

2.0 Half Saint Chen Guanhai took a deep look at Tianzong Saintess, and turned away with everyone in the Confucian Saint Academy.

After the people from Confucianism and Sage Academy left, the face of Tianzong Saintess suddenly turned pale, her aura quickly dropped, and she even fell below the Extraordinary realm.

Yu Wuxia and Mingfa Zhenjun hurriedly came to Yunxiao's side to protect the law, and they asked with concern:

"Does it matter?"

Yunxiao, the saint of Tianzong, shook her head and said:

"Forcibly use the supreme Taoism, and encounter backlash, just rest for a few days."

Facing the full blow of the Holy Soul of the Sub-Sage, if she didn't use the supreme Taoism, she couldn't resist it at all. The gap between the eleventh level and the twelfth level is too big, even if she is as strong as she is, she can't overcome it.

At this time, a figure appeared behind the three of them, instantly chilling the hearts of the three of them.

Could it be that someone is sitting on the sidelines, ready to hunt down the Tianzong Saintess?