Immortal

Chapter 93—The New Holy Land of Confucianism

The deities and ghost stations are outside the toxic fog.

They looked at each other slightly blankly.

"Here, where's the break?" Why didn't I see it? "The ghost car curiously said.

Ren Zun's face twitched and said, "This big array is divided into three layers, inside and outside, as if it is really not broken!"

After saying that, he waved without understanding.

"Oh!"

In the wave of human respect, the endless poisonous mist burst into the sky, then dispersed and disappeared.

The surrounding mountains and rivers immediately exposed its form.

In the center is a huge dragon head mountain, and the surrounding mountains are connected like a dragon body. Put a long dragon in the direction of the mountain.

Dragon heads, dragon whiskers, dragon skins, and dragon bones, any fairy can realize the preciousness of these materials and arrange this array. From this dragon head alone, it is known that it is extremely luxurious.

However, the only flaw is the longan. The left eye and left eye of this Fengshui Mountain Dragon are gone.

And looking at that pothole, it was as if the left eye had been pried down by brute force.

There was a sudden twitch in Ren Zun's face.

"Longan is gone? Respect, looks like your Feng Shui array, only this longan material is the worst, spar! This keel is copper fine gold, and the dragon whiskers are blood clots for millions of years. Refined, but these eyes are just spar. Look, are there any other things! "The ghost car frowned immediately.

Ren Zun's face was gloomy and said: "No need to check, I arranged this Feng Shui array, and I know that it is missing a longan."

"Just one spar is missing? Nothing else? What do the people who break in mean?" The ghost car frowned.

"Yeah, why did you take only one spar? What's the purpose of coming here?" Renzun tangled.

"Is there a hole?" The ghost car pointed and said not far away.

Ren Zun immediately made an investigation and found that the hole just opened to the outside.

"His!" Renzu exhaled.

"what happened?"

"This feng shui array attracts ground gas and ground veins. The hardest thing to break is this earth. The comer actually broke the earth? What is the strength of this person? It is impossible for ordinary ancestors!" Zun's face was anxious.

"The comer broke your strongest defense and came in and took away only one longan. What does he mean?" The ghost car curiously said.

"Did you warn us?" Ren Zun's face changed.

"caveat?"

"Yes, it is a warning. This person has great strength, but he only gives a warning. Does he see our purpose? Or does he look at the emperor's face?" Ren Zun's face changed constantly.

Faces of people and ghost cars kept changing. It broke silently, and used the most laborious one. After breaking the battle, it only took a piece of ordinary material spar, and the motivation of people became no longer simple, and the respect of human respect and ghost cars became more and more profound. . There was even a trace of cold sweat on Ren Zun's face.

"No, such a mischievous master, I must report to the Emperor!" Renzun said.

"Ok!"

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Looking southward.

Around a mountain full of righteousness.

Tens of thousands of Confucian students in white robes constantly shuttled here.

In other words, most of the children of Confucianism and Taoism in Dongzhou gathered here.

Confucius's fall, the decline of Confucianism, and the burning of Confucianism in the Great Qin Dynasty these years, Confucianism has been hit as never before. At this moment, many Confucian disciples have left Dongzhou.

Either anonymity or joining other schools, anyway, Confucianism and Taoism have fallen.

Only some Confucian and Taoist diehards remain in Dongzhou, hoping that Confucianism and Taoism will rise again.

But these years, these diehards have also been extremely difficult. Until Confucius' descendants, Kong Sekong, reappeared. Disciples of Confucianism saw hope again.

Confucianism and Confucianism of Kong Sekong were infinitely close to that of Confucius.

Therefore, Sekong quickly gathered a group of Confucian disciples and established a small new Confucian sacred place in Nanzhanbuzhou.

At the highest peak in the center, a huge, empty statue is erected. Worship for countless disciples.

In the center hall. There is only one person.

It was Sekong, Sekong wore a white robe, continued her hair, and pretended to be serious.

The main hall door is closed.

In front of Sekong, there is a huge jade terrace. On the jade terrace is a map of Nanzhanbuzhou.

Looking at the map, Sekong shook his head, and his eyes narrowed gradually: "Confucius' memory is really hard to digest, but hasn't everything you married made me a wedding dress?"

"South Zanbeizhou? Zixiao Palace? The first person in the world, Hongjun's full power?" Sekong stared with narrowed eyes.

"Two Hongjuns have come out. Unfortunately, none of you is Hongjun. Only me is worthy of Hongjun." Sekong proudly said.

There was a mirror in front of my hand. Sekong's head slightly deformed. His head turned into a huge nausea.

Sekong gently touched his disgusting head, and said lightly: "Hong Jun is the first beast **** in heaven and earth. After the fall, there are puppets all over the world. This is the so-called immortality. Hongjun is n’t dead? The world is endlessly annihilated. Because there are too many. But, once again ascended to the position of **** beast, only I 'color empty'. I am the only **** beast in heaven and earth. Then I am not Hongjun rebirth? How to say, I must get the Zixiao Palace, and if I get the Zixiao Palace, I am Hongjun. "

Narcissistic Sekong capped his head for a while and then Capricorn said, "Once I become Hongjun, what fear will there be in the day? Zhongshan? I will give it back a hundred times for years of shame!"

Sekong's head became more and more ugly.

"call!"

A huge breath fell from the sky. Outside, a new group of Confucianists suddenly came to a group of uninvited guests.

The huge breath was released, and the narcissistic color space suddenly became agitated. The head shook for a while and quickly turned back into a human shape.

That is this jab.

"Oh!" The hall door was opened.

"Master, there is an enemy coming!" Said the man who rushed in anxiously.

"I see!" Sekong looked cold.

Almost, I almost saw myself. Sekong was shocked with cold sweat.

"Who's coming? Get the name!" There was a shout from outside the hall.

Beyond the main hall of the new gate of Rumen, in the sky, there are twelve people in black robes. Once the twelve people in black robes arrive, a powerful momentum is pressing in all directions, and it is a shock to the whole new shrine.

Countless powerful men with a terrible breath can't breathe for a while.

Is this the smell of Zuxian? The breath that Zuxian can have?

"Master!" A group of people called out to the hall.

Because everyone knows that the strongest here is the new master, Kong Sekong, because he has mastered the Confucian Avenue of Confucianism and the avenue of Confucius.

"Your doorkeeper is Kong Sekong? Let him out!" Jin Peng shouted.

Disciples of Confucianism looked at Jin Peng coldly. Confucian enemies? Hum, when the doorkeeper comes out, you must look good.

"Who dares to die?" There was a cold voice in the hall.

Stepping, Sekong came out with one foot. In Sekong's eyes, ordinary ancestors are not difficult to cope with.

Consumed Confucius, the Confucian Hongru Avenue, when the time came out, here the strength of tens of thousands of Confucian disciples must increase by countless numbers, no matter how much they can, they can cope.

However, when Sekong kicked out a foot, Sekong saw twelve people in the sky.

For some reason, seeing the person at the front, Sekong could not help but burst out. Sudden hair all over the body.

This is this?

Zhongshan?

Sekong just relied on this feeling, and suddenly judged that the person was Zhong Shan, too familiar, every time I saw Zhong Shan, this feeling, is he? Why is he here again?

There was sorrow in Sekong, how could Zhongshan be too old for himself.

All Confucian disciples looked at the doorkeeper with one foot in the door and one foot outside the door. Facing the low threshold, at this moment, they did not move, and kept the posture, so that the Confucian disciples were full of strangeness. .

Sekong's face did not change, but his heart was full of tangles.

How to do? How to do? Zhongshan is here again!

"Colorless?" Zhong Shan said in a deep voice.

Moving in the hollow, without waiting to step out of the hall, he immediately shouted: "All Confucian disciples obey orders, these people are the enemies who come to destroy our Confucianism. Everyone takes up arms to defend Confucianism and live upright!"

In the course of speaking, in front of Sekong, a huge avenue runs through the sky, which is precisely the Confucian's Hongru Avenue.

After devouring Confucius, even if the full power of Hongru Avenue cannot be exerted, there are always three floors.

As soon as Hongru Avenue came out, the endless spirit was full of righteousness.

Tens of thousands of Confucian disciples suddenly stood up. One after another drank: "Defend the Confucianism and keep the righteousness ～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～!"

The war was about to start. Countless Confucian disciples rushed to heaven like crazy.

But after shouting fiercely, Sekong retreated to the back and entered the hall. He cheated his subordinates and fled alone.

Suddenly, Sekong took out a piece of jade charm and looked sad: "Zhongshan Shaxing, why are you here again, I have this piece of teleportation!"

After he said it, he did not hesitate to squeeze it.

Outside, Hongru Avenue is full of countless forces filling the disciples' body, as if they were hypnotized. Even with the body of a mortal, they dared to fly forward and rushed to a group of people in Zhongshan.

Tens of thousands of Confucian disciples soared into the sky, densely packed.

Aside from Xingchen's palm, he dropped his hand and pressed it down, shaking in the void, as if from the palm of Xingchen's palm, the entire space was squeezed down.

One to fifty thousand.

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

All Confucian disciples were repulsed by this palm. The ancestral strength is not comparable to these ordinary practitioners at all.

With one palm, 50,000 Confucian disciples vomited blood. A large number of palaces were crushed into powder.