The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2947: Showing Divine Power Again

Ao Zhou hurriedly released his power to break through the obstruction, but he was surprised to find that his power was useless. That meant one thing, Fang Yun was higher than him in the sequence of the water tribe, and not just a little bit higher.

Ao Zhou was anxious. Although he was a Jiao clan, once he was canonized as a saint, he would actually be a real dragon clan. If he was canonized as a great saint, he would be listed in the dragon clan genealogy, but his descendants would still be Jiao clan.

A dignified half-saint of the water clan, was he still outdone by a human in controlling water?

If it were in the past, Ao Zhou would not accept it and would compete with Fang Yun, but now, the more powerful Fang Yun is, the more uneasy Ao Zhou is.

"I came here not to kill you, but to inform the dragon clan and make up for my crime..." Ao Zhou hurriedly turned around and stopped, his eyelids jumped suddenly, he never expected that Fang Yun had already arrived in front of him, which means that Fang Yun can catch the three saints even without the power of the legalists.

Now, the speed that the demons were proud of was surpassed by Fang Yun.

"Oh? What's the secret?" Fang Yun asked.

Ao Zhou was about to open his mouth, but he immediately closed his mouth, and then said: "I swore a poisonous oath that I can't tell you about this. But you know, I can find a place to play, I won't take you there, and you don't follow me. If something unexpected happens, it has nothing to do with me."

Fang Yun nodded. The demons wanted to invade a certain place. Although Ao Zhou couldn't say it, he could point the way for the dragons.

"You seem to be afraid of me?" Fang Yun was surrounded by pure white holy light, and the auspicious clouds under his feet were rolling. He looked at Ao Zhou quietly.

Ao Zhou's huge dragon head nodded lightly.

"Why?" Fang Yun asked.

"I feel that you... should be the reincarnation of a certain dragon emperor." Ao Zhou said.

Fang Yun smiled and said, "Look down on me."

Ao Zhou was shocked and knelt down on the seabed. He said loudly, "Little Jiao Ao Zhou, I have met the clone of His Majesty Zulong! I wish His Majesty Zulong will return to the top of the Ten Thousand Worlds, rule the Ten Thousand Seas, and rule the world!"

"Who told you that I am Zulong?" Fang Yun said with a smile.

"Ah? The only one who is more powerful than the Dragon Emperors is Zulong." Ao Zhou explained carefully.

Fang Yun didn't care about Ao Zhou's explanation. He glanced at the trapped Lang Gusheng, and turned to Ao Zhou and said, "I am tired of sitting in the Wuhou Cart. I am in need of an excellent mount. Are you interested?"

Ao Zhou's face flushed, and he dared not speak. Although the Jiaos did pull the cart for Zulong in the past, as the Jiao clan became stronger and stronger and became a vassal of the Dragon clan, they stopped long ago. The Dragon Emperor would not use Jiaolong to pull the cart.

In history, the Jiao Clan had ups and downs, but it was once the second largest tribe of the water tribe. They hated others mentioning that they pulled carts, so the biggest humiliation for the Jiao Clan was to laugh at them as seahorses that pulled carts.

"You don't seem to be convinced? I won't force you. How about this, I wrestle with you. If you lose, you will be driven by me for a hundred years. How about that?" Fang Yun asked.

"Okay!" Ao Zhou instinctively agreed. He really couldn't stand the terrible pressure from Fang Yun. Once the two sides fought, he would definitely lose. But wrestling and other sparring methods are different. In the dragon clan, there is no distinction between status, only strength. Fang Yun's pressure is completely useless. What's more, he is a Jiao Saint, with a weight equivalent to a large mountain range, at least comparable to half of the Shengyuan Continent, and at the same time, he has the power of the Jiao Clan. It is impossible for him to lose to a human.

Ao Zhou did sense the aura of the Great Saint on Fang Yun, but what does that mean? Not to mention the Great Saint of the human race, even if Confucius was reborn, he could not compare to the Half Saint of the Jiao Clan. After all, wrestling does not allow the use of other powers outside the body.

Ao Zhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he won, he could leave and never suffer this grievance again. However, Ao Zhou's heart moved, and he realized that he couldn't let the other party lose too badly, so he decided to let him go a little at the beginning, and pretend to win reluctantly in the end, so as not to anger the other party.

"Please." Ao Zhou said.

Fang Yun raised his chin slightly and said, "I can't bully the weak, you go first."

Ao Zhou was embarrassed and annoyed, but under the pressure of Fang Yun, he didn't dare to curse, so he had to suppress his anger and said with a fake smile: "Look at what you said, how dare I start with you, you are so delicate and tender."

Fang Yun heard his bad tone, restrained his smile, and said calmly: "Are you sure I should start first?"

"I am sure." Ao Zhou was secretly proud.

"Then I won't be polite." Fang Yun took a deep look at Ao Zhou.

Ao Zhou chuckled, but was thinking in his heart: "Should I use 30% of my strength at the beginning, or 20% of my strength?"

At this time, Fang Yun took a step forward and disappeared in front of Ao Zhou.

Ao Zhou was stunned, and his dragon scales exploded all over his body. Only then did he realize that Fang Yun was not chasing him just now, but used the power of the Great Sage to cross the void and move directly.

However, the next moment, Ao Zhou laughed in his heart: "No matter how much I cross the void, I am just a half-saint of the human race..."

"Ah..."

Ao Zhou suddenly screamed, and saw his ten-thousand-foot-long body being thrown into the air, drawing a semicircle in the air, and falling heavily to the ground with a whistling sound of breaking through the air.

Bang!

The water near the Sea of ​​Sin had long been drained away. Without the resistance of the sea water, Ao Zhou's dragon face down, solidly smashed into the hard seabed, most of his body was stuck in it, and a large seabed rift was smashed out!

After all, Ao Zhou was a half-saint body, and his body was not seriously injured, but his brain was hit, and he was a little confused for a while.

"What happened?"

An instant later, Ao Zhou's body flew up involuntarily, and then fell heavily from the sky again.

Not far away, the divine thoughts of the ancient demon fighting spirit saints had just arrived. When they saw this scene, they were all stunned, their mouths opened wider and wider.

Fang Yun, who was as tall as an ordinary person, grabbed Ao Zhou's tail with both hands, swung it up like a dead green fish, and smashed it back and forth to the bottom of the sea. The speed was so fast that Ao Zhou had left an afterimage, and the strength was so strong that it had smashed the seabed into dense rifts, and finally smashed out a seabed basin.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Ao Zhou had never encountered such a battle scene since he was born. Every time he fell to the ground, he would scream. Every time he collided with the ground, he would close his mouth in a daze, and when he flew up again, he started screaming again.

At first, Ao Zhou's body could still hold on, but soon, he was bleeding all over, his dragon horns were broken, and his nose and face were swollen.

Dragon power or other powers could not be used for treatment before the wrestling was over. Soon, his entire holy body was smashed to pieces, his body was bloody and fleshy, and even the dragon bones were exposed.

Ao Zhou couldn't scream anymore. In the end, he pleaded with his dying breath: "I lost... I lost... Spare my life..."

The ancient demon fighting spirit saints were dumbfounded. Not to mention the ordinary ancient demon half-saints, even the most powerful Hundred Arms could hardly throw the dignified Jiao Saint without any chance to fight back in a wrestling match. When did the human race have such a powerful body refining secret method? How can we fight the human race in the future? Should we choose a long-range battle or a close-range battle? Long-range battles seem to save lives, but if it is a close-range battle, will he be thrown to death?

Ao Zhou's body was extremely heavy after all. Fang Yun let go, took a few deep breaths, looked at Ao Zhou who was quickly regenerating flesh and blood below, and asked: "Is the agreement just now still valid?"

Ao Zhou was so scared that he didn't dare to have any other thoughts even though the holy power was surging around him. He lay on the ground and said repeatedly: "Valid! Valid! From now on, I will work like a cow and a horse for you for a hundred years. If you have any complaints, you will not die well!"