"Charge!!" The yellow wind monster changed direction again.

One hundred thousand demon soldiers killed again.

But what greeted him...

"Shushan disciples form an array!"

Sword God Zhang Feng burst into laughter.

"Raise your sword!"

Hundreds of swords are pedicured and flying swords are stepped on, and white clothes are used to perform magic tricks!

"Buzz!"

The sword roars to the sky!

Tens of thousands of flying swords connect to the sky and cover the sun, hanging in the air, as vast as the silver ocean, and like the towering Shu Mountain!

The tip of the sword points to the one hundred thousand demon soldiers!

"Retreat! Retreat!"

The yellow wind monster once again glanced across the street, looking at a group of helpless scholars.

"Kill them! Kill them!"

"These are these helpless scholars!"

The yellow wind monster roared and rushed forward, and a hundred thousand demon soldiers roared into the sky!

Zilu chuckled.

The blue shirt is swaying.

Mr. Mo Zhi held the scroll and said loudly: "Confucian disciples, but you don't have the power to tie a chicken?"

Behind him, hundreds of Confucian scholars shouted in unison:

"Confucius said, if you don't worry about others, you don't know yourself; if you worry about others, you don't know others!"

"boom!"

Soaring literary spirit!

Amidst the sound of reading, the big golden characters are like mountains hanging in the night sky, full of pressure.

At this moment, the world seemed to be trembling because of this will!

Daxia has inherited five thousand years of will!

"boom!"

The Confucian shirt on Zilu's body suddenly shattered, and under the flow of literary energy, there were those ferocious and burly muscles, long hair rising into the sky under the restraints of the belt, and a ferocious smile like a lion!

Benevolence carries virtue on its shoulders!

"boom!"

"boom!"

The Confucian shirts exploded, revealing burly, powerful and muscular bodies.

"Benevolence!"

"righteous!"

"De!"

The stacked muscles form characters.

Those ferocious back figures contain power that has been tempered by thought!

"Can we finally start spreading knowledge?"

Zilu took off the Confucius pen from his back and held it in his hand as if he were carrying a beam. He looked at the hundred thousand demon soldiers quietly under the moonlight. The billowing literary aura radiated from his body, and his long hair reached the sky, like a lion.

"Things are getting interesting."

Dao Wanqian weighed the "Whispering Language" like a brick in his hand and smiled fiercely.

Behind him, someone is holding a book, someone is holding a sword, someone is pulling a bow, and someone is driving a chariot. After all, a gentleman is a project of the six arts of the gentleman...

There are also people holding brick books, huge stick-like brushes, huge and heavy inkstones...

Paper, ink and pen.

The power of knowledge.

The Yellow Wind Monster didn't know if it was true that there was a golden house in the book, but looking at the brick-like book, the Yellow Wind Monster knew that being hit by him would be about the same as being hit by the Golden House...

"Come on, class has started."

"Today I will teach you a saying: If you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening. It means that if you learn knowledge today, it will be a good deal for you to die."

Dao Wanqian had a face full of joy in spreading knowledge. He was holding the heavy "Whispering Language" in one hand and waving to the hundred thousand demon soldiers with the other hand.

Each Confucian disciple is like a lion, with a kind smile on his face.

For a moment, I looked at these strong men in explosive clothes with ferocious faces and gleaming wisdom all over their bodies, as well as the heavy books and pens...

"Retreat! Retreat!"

"Damn it, have humans evolved? Why are these scholars like this!"

"retreat!"

The hundred thousand monster soldiers who had just swarmed forward crowded back, their eyes filled with fear.

The yellow wind monster glanced across the room again.

This time, before the yellow wind monster could greet him, Dao Wanqian, who met his eyes, snorted coldly.

"Daxia Daomen!"

Behind him, hundreds of Taoist disciples took a step forward, holding magic swords: "The Taoist disciples are here!"

"Crash!"

All the talismans are fluttering and suspended in the air.

Heaven and earth seem to be controlled, and an invisible Taoist rhyme guides the power of heaven and earth, using the spirit of this world.

"call!"

The wind is blowing!

"Boom!"

Thunder suddenly broke out in the sky, and thunder fell like raindrops, and dazzling light hit the ground!

"boom!"

The ground cracked, and streams of Nine Yang Earth Fire spewed out!

Thunder and fire!

The thunder in the sky is like a pillar, and the fire on the earth is like the sea.

"Come on, you're welcome." Dao Wanqian stood with his hands behind his back.

Yellow Wind Monster: "..."

One hundred thousand demon soldiers: "..."

Looking at the purgatory-like scene, with thunder from the sky rolling down like raindrops, and fire from the ground like the sea, the Yellow Wind Monster even thought he had gone to hell.

"retreat!"

"retreat!"

The yellow wind monster shouted loudly.

"Boss, we haven't charged yet..." a demon soldier reminded in a low voice.

The yellow wind monster finally came back to his senses, and then his eyes converged again.

His eyes swept over the position of the Buddhist disciples.

He squinted his eyes.

It was really a group of bald heads standing there, which was a bit dazzling, even under the moonlight.

"Kill it!"

The yellow wind monster suddenly shouted loudly.

One hundred thousand demon soldiers turned around again and rushed towards this side.

The Buddhist abbot was stunned for a moment: "Amitabha, doesn't this donor know...that my Buddhist specialty is killing demons?"

Before the abbot could form the formation, one hundred and eight bronze men had already rushed out with sticks in hand.

"Ah!!"
To be continued...