The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2983 The Death of Gu Xu

The embryo of the Zubao lost control and fell to the ground like a big stone.

At the same time, a True Blood Holy Throne appeared out of thin air, and the translucent Gu Xu sat on it.

Gu Xu was resurrected.

The True Blood Holy Throne slowly rose, and a red vortex appeared in the sky, forming a strong suction force, pulling the True Blood Holy Throne.

Fang Yun opened his mouth, and the True Dragon Holy Sword flew out.

On the hilt of the True Dragon Holy Sword, there was a broken Time Compass Carriage.

On the Time Compass Carriage, there was a translucent old man. The old man was extremely tall and strong, even better than Fang Yun. His head was different from that of ordinary people, with one part protruding and the other concave, his eyes were extremely long, and his cheekbones were slightly high.

It was such an old man who was not handsome, standing on the Time Compass Carriage, but he had an indescribable temperament.

At first glance, this person was as gentle as jade, like a modest gentleman, extremely kind, and made people feel close to him. However, if you look closely, you will find that this person is like a towering mountain that people can only look up to, and like a vast ocean that makes people feel awe.

The old man stood casually in the car. Although he did not release any power, he seemed to have taken away the light of the world. Even Fang Yun's momentum became invisible, just like the student behind the old man.

The old man pointed forward, and a torrent of eternity flew out of his hand, impacting a time and space hole.

The True Dragon Holy Sword carried the Time Guide Car and the translucent old man into the time and space hole together.

The moment Ao Zhou saw the old man, he was so scared that he covered his head with his claws. Back then, he was beaten to a pulp by the other party, and finally pretended to be a grandson and knelt down to beg for mercy to keep his position as the Lord of the Yangtze River.

The power in the Kunlun Sword Formation stopped, but it was still pitch black.

The True Blood Holy Throne was completely unaffected by the Kunlun Sword Formation, flew high into the sky, and soon flew away from the Kunlun Sword Formation.

Above the Kunlun Sword Formation, Gu Xu sat on the True Blood Seat, looking down at Fang Yun in the Holy Dao Study, smiling as a winner.

He opened his mouth and said, "Fang Yun, you can't kill this Saint after all."

He had no power, no voice, no Saint Thoughts at this time, but Fang Yun knew what he was saying just by looking at his mouth shape.

Fang Yun looked at Gu Xu, and said with deep emotion, "The matter between you and me is over today. Soon, I will travel around the Ten Thousand Worlds to get some things back. But I feel a little melancholy in my heart."

Gu Xu on the True Blood Seat laughed and said, "How can the matter between you and me be over! When I return to the demon world and reshape the holy body, I will stay at home and attack the Saint Ancestor! Once I seal the ancestor, I will dominate the Ten Thousand Worlds and destroy your entire clan!"

Fang Yun shook his head slightly and said, "You are also a hero among the demons, but you will never understand why our human race can rise so quickly and why they threaten the demon race in such a short time."

"Oh, then tell me, why can your human race rise so quickly?" Gu Xu asked with a smile.

"Because, before we made our move, we had already determined the outcome." Fang Yun looked at Gu Xu, without any emotion in his eyes.

At this moment, Fang Yun's eyes overlapped with the eyes of billions of human beings.

Gu Xu laughed loudly, pointed at Fang Yun and said, "Do you know what I like most about you? To use the words of your human race, it's that a dead duck is stubborn..."

Before Gu Xu finished speaking, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and then slowly lowered his head to look.

His body began to slowly dissipate from his feet, and when it dissipated to his knees, Gu Xu slowly raised his head and looked at Fang Yun.

"How did you do it?" Gu Xu's eyes were full of disbelief.

At this time, the blood-colored vortex in the sky suddenly spun rapidly, forming a huge suction force, as if it was going to suck away the entire Falling Star Sea.

However, the will of Dragon City descended and suppressed the blood-colored vortex.

Fang Yun said calmly: "When you used the True Blood Holy Sea to revive, you were already dead."

After a few breaths, Gu Xu's chest and below had dissipated, and he suddenly widened his eyes and roared like thunder.

"You cut me!"

At this time, a black space-time chaos appeared in front of Fang Yun again, and the True Dragon Holy Sword with slight scratches on the surface returned.

The time compass and the old man all disappeared.

Fang Yun opened his mouth, swallowed the True Dragon Holy Sword, and then looked up at Gu Xu.

"On the road to the underworld, there are many saints accompanying you, and the demon world is buried with you. I believe Brother Gu Xu will not be lonely." Fang Yun took out the wine bottle again and filled it with fine wine.

The part below Gu Xu's neck had dissipated.

Gu Xu looked at the bloody vortex in the sky.

"I, Gu Xu, have never let down the demon world in my life."

Gu Xu lowered his head and looked at Fang Yun, his eyes full of warmth.

"See you in the next life, and compete again!"

Gu Xu closed his eyes.

The crystal tears fell from both places.

Gu Xu completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

Two drops of tears slowly fell and disappeared in the sea of ​​falling stars.

Fang Yun raised the cup with his right hand and waved it gently, the wine spilled and turned into brilliant lava fire, scattering in all directions.

Fang Yun stretched out his hand and flicked it, and a cup of fine wine slid along the desk in front of Ao Zhou.

Ao Zhou was flattered, and he kowtowed three times and said, "Thank you, Thunder Ancestor, for the wine."

Then, he raised the cup with both hands, saluted Fang Yun, and drank it in one gulp.

"Huh..." Ao Zhou's whole body was on fire, but he showed an expression of extreme joy.

At this time, Fang Yun's right index finger knocked on the desk for the fourth time.

Ao Zhou trembled with fear, and shrank on the table again, muttering in a low voice: "The human race is so cruel."

Yan Gui followed and nodded vigorously.

Shengyuan Continent, Qing Kingdom.

The four-color flying sword from the sky broke the void and descended on the old peach mountain, overlapping with the original four true dragon holy swords to form a new four swords, blocking the old peach mountain.

The capital of Qing Kingdom, Jinluan Palace.

After receiving the news, the King of Qing on the dragon throne wailed in his heart. Fang Yun's revenge, from morning till night, will it ever end?

All the civil and military officials of Qing in the Golden Palace received the news, and it was miserable.

Before Fang Yun was canonized, 90% of the officials of Qing were fierce advocates of war. Each of them seemed to be able to punch the virtual saint and kick the literary masters, and they wanted to send troops to attack Jing immediately.

However, after Fang Yun was canonized, even officials whose family members died because of Fang Yun were as silent as cicadas, and dared not say a single disrespectful word.

Even the head of the Zong family, Zong Ganyu, was frightened by Fang Yun, the head of the semi-saint, and had a stroke. He was a dignified Wen Zong, who dared to say anything?

What's more, Fang Yun was simply a fierce boy who became a literary master. He never bowed his head from beginning to end. He stepped on Liu Zizhi's head and stepped on the road to fame step by step, and finally became a saint.

To put it bluntly, Fang Yun can kill anyone he wants now!

No one in the human race has ever survived against a half-saint, never.

"Cough cough cough..."

Qing Jun suddenly picked up a handkerchief, covered his mouth and coughed violently. The maid came to help, but he pushed her away.

After coughing for a long time, Qing Jun scanned the ministers with bloodshot eyes.

Even the most loyal old ministers lowered their heads at this moment.

Qing Jun looked at the ministers with sorrow in his eyes. What made him even sadder was that he should be angry at this time, but he didn't have any anger in his heart.

His heart was filled with fear and could not accommodate anything else.

After a long while, Qing Jun took a deep breath, a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes, and he slowly said: "The old Taoshan was blocked by the sword formation, which concerns the dignity of my Qing country. What do you think?"

The huge Jinluan Palace, from Juren to Daru, has all the literary positions, but no one responded.