Whoosh!
"Talking with each other!"
Zhu Minghe suddenly used Wenzong's power to turn reality into reality, and unleashed countless sword rays, killing half of his fellow clan members around him almost instantly!
However, the billowing blood did not fall to the ground and was directly grabbed by him with one hand!
"Holy blood! Gather!"
Zhu Minghe raised his hand and instantly poured blood on the saint's manuscript "Collected Commentary on Mencius" in mid-air. The manuscript was instantly stained with blood!
boom!
The blood of the saints soaked the entire manuscript in an instant, and the holy power turned into blood. The boundless blood light instantly covered the surrounding areas, turning dozens of miles around into a sea of blood!
The momentum was so turbulent that it was shocking.
But Yang Fan's expression remained unchanged, and with a move of his hand, the "Book of Records" fell into his hands.
Suppressed by the blood light, the holy power on the "Book of Legends" became slightly dimmed. However, as Yang Fan instilled power, it suddenly showed a shocking light!
Even the endless sea of blood was suppressed by life and death!
"How can it be!"
Zhu Minghe showed a surprised look.
He inspired the Holy Ancestor's manuscript with the blood of his clan, how could it be suppressed by the other party?
In his opinion, this is completely impossible!
However, Yang Fan's expression was as calm as water.
"Nothing is impossible!"
Just because what Yang Fan used to activate it was the authentic power of ancient literature and Tao!
Rather than today’s long river of literature!
Although hundreds of schools of thought still exist in today's long history of literature and Taoism, Confucianism and Taoism have continued to develop from generation to generation since Confucius and Saints, and Confucianism and Taoism have remained absolutely strong.
In later generations, the slogan "Depose all schools of thought and respect only Confucianism" was even shouted!
Although the trip was not possible due to the cooperation of hundreds of schools of thought, it is an indisputable fact that Confucianism and Taoism are the strongest in the long history of literature and Taoism, and gradually occupy the main body of the long history of literature and Taoism!
Therefore, many people in later generations actually practiced Confucianism instead of Literary Literature!
So much so that the power is naturally weaker than the power of ancient literature!
boom!
The "Traditional Records" urged by Yang Fan evolved into a phantom with a high crown,
Finally tearing open the sea of blood in front of him, Zhu Minghe let out a horrified cry.
He wanted to escape, but a big muscle wrapped around his neck, and he was suddenly lifted up into the air!
The remaining Zhu family members were not spared either.
Each one of them was lifted up by Yang Fan with big muscles.
Completely clear the place.
Without Zhu Minghe's encouragement, "Mencius Annotations" gradually lost its luster. Yang Fan pinched it with a smile on his face.
"Halfway through the journey, someone came after me and brought me a manuscript of a saint! What good luck!"
He stuffed it into his arms without ceremony.
In front of him, a big tendon hung down.
Yang Fan looked at Zhu Minghe: "Come, tell me, who asked you to come?"
Zhu Minghe remained silent.
Yang Fan sneered: "Ridiculous persistence! Some people just have to suffer some pain before they are willing to speak. They have to speak sooner or later, why choose to suffer?"
"Well, if you don't want to say it, then don't say it!"
He mobilized his big tendons and twisted Zhu Minghe almost into a rice dumpling. Then, each one of them stabbed into Zhu Minghe's body. Zhu Minghe struggled hard as his mouth was strangled and he could not open his mouth at all.
But how can he break free?
Gurgling gurgling.
Drops of blood.
The crazy loss of blood made his skin gradually pale and shriveled, and then he looked like a corpse.
Yang Fan hung it upside down, shook it hard, and made sure that no trace of blood remained before completely throwing his body to the ground.
Feel the power surging in your muscles.
Worthy of the blood of a saint!
Even though I don’t know how many generations have passed, the mark of the saint still flows in my blood!
After Dajin absorbed the holy blood, Yang Fan clearly felt the growth of Dajin. Using the holy blood to nourish the demonic nature, the entire Black Bodhisattva seemed to become more and more powerful.
So weird!
Under Yang Fan's deliberate indulgence, everyone including Zhu Minghe was quickly swallowed up by the activated tendons!
"Demon blood, royal blood, holy blood..."
Yang Fan looked at the sinister figure like the shadow of a jagged tree, and his smile became deeper and deeper.
"Let's go!"
Yang Fan waved his hand, and all the corpses left on the ground turned into colorful lights and dispersed.
But at this moment, a flash of panic suddenly flashed through his heart. Even though it was only fleeting, it still aroused his vigilance.
He stepped straight onto the carriage, holding the last life-saving talisman tightly in his hand.
After hearing Yang Fan's instructions, four female warriors who looked like wild elephants quickly pulled the unconscious Zhang Cong back up and shook him to wake up: "The master has ordered us to leave!"
"oh."
Zhang Congxin quickly broke away from the four people and planned to step forward to drive the carriage.
However, just now they were oppressed by the momentum of the group of holy guards, and the horses they were riding on or pulling the cart were all dead.
Zhang Congxin glanced at the carriage and thought of his unsatisfactory performance just now, so he simply put the reins on his body.
"Set off!"
The carriage started again.
Zhang Congxin pulled the cart with flying steps.
The four female warriors looked at each other and could only follow quickly.
On the mountain in the distance, Zhu Ze looked coldly at Liu Xuan, who had gone and returned, and even stopped him from taking action. A desolate and murderous atmosphere enveloped the surrounding area.
"Brother Liu, your hand is too long!"
"Haha, not long, not long."
Liu Xuan waved his hands calmly, "I'm doing this for Brother Zhu's own good. Brother Zhu, don't thank me."
"Thanks?"
Zhu Ze laughed angrily, "So, I have lost an article of "Collected Annotations of Mencius" left by the saint ancestors, so I have to thank Brother Liu?"
Liu Xuan smiled and said: "You and I are friends, so why be polite! If you lure that person out, I'm really afraid
Brother Zhu, you will die before you leave the army!"
After a pause, he said in a faint and meaningful voice, "You should actually think so. Now that so many people in your Zhu family have died, and even the saint's manuscripts have been lost, isn't it just right?"
Zhu Ze squinted his eyes: "Brother Liu's words make me a little confused."
"I don't understand, okay, I just said it casually!"
Liu Xuan shrugged his shoulders, "I happened to be passing by here, so I'm heading to Nanchang Mansion!"
With that said, he walked slowly towards Nanchang Mansion.
As for the so-called convenient route, Nanchang Prefecture is in the northwest and Hangzhou Prefecture is in the northeast. I don’t know how he got there!
"Humph, old fox."
Zhu Ze looked at his back and then at the direction Yang Fan was leaving. His angry expression quickly subsided and became calm.
"What a bunch of rubbish."
Originally, according to his plan, all his troops were killed and the other party was crippled.
But now, he is dead, but the other party is unscathed. On the contrary, he has lost an additional manuscript and a holy order.
"Forget it, maybe as Liu Xuan said, this is just right!"
Doesn't this kind of situation just mean that Xin Xue is getting stronger and stronger?
Even the closed disciple he trained has hidden such strength, and has even begun to murder the clan of the Neo-Confucian sage!
This is a war initiated by the Xinxue faction!
Since they want war, then Neo-Confucianism will give them war!
A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhu Ze's mouth, and his figure slowly disappeared.
"Hey, my investment goal cannot be harmed by you!"
Liu Xuan glanced back at this side: "However, no wonder he wants those two skills. Unexpectedly, he has become a heavenly being, secretly seeking the ultimate breakthrough in both muscles and flesh!"
"Once something is achieved, it may lead to thirteen levels of calamity! It's okay, okay, I can handle it!"
He touched his beard and didn't panic at all.
This chapter has been completed!