In the Chongtian Hall, a ray of platinum light soared into the sky. The shaking space in the outside world suddenly stopped, as if a huge force was shaking everything in all directions.
In the distance, there are two fierce battlefields, and the fighting has also stopped.
The black hole quickly filled up, the space gradually stabilized, and the two people on the battlefield were slowly exposed.
In the Peacock Ling Avenue, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of Kong Xuan's mouth, and his face turned pale, but his fierce face never changed. Even though his whole body was severely injured, he still stared at Confucius, and then slowly looked towards the sky above the Chongtian Hall.
Within Hongru Avenue, Confucius' clothes were again damaged in some places, but judging from his proud demeanor, the damage suffered by Confucius was still very small.
Saints and ancestors are still superior to saints. Even if Kong Xuan is so strong, he is still defeated by saints.
Confucius looked at the platinum avenue in the distance and clenched his fists slightly.
Zhunti is reborn?
Confucius never expected that he would actually let Zhunti stand up? You know, in his own calculation, Zhunti's golden body with eighteen arms and three eyes had been completely destroyed! How to stand up when his destiny is broken? Because of this,
Confucius allowed Patriarch Bodhi to merge with the Golden Body Dharma. No one can fill the gap, not even a saint.
But in front of me?
Confucius made some calculations and immediately knew what was going on!
Is it that person named Zhong Shan?
Confucius looked at Zhongshan with anger in his heart.
"snort!"
A cold snort.
A huge aura approached Zhongshan.
"Stop!" Hao Meili suddenly screamed.
With a stroke of his hand, a page of paper appeared in the void. That page of paper immediately stood in front of Zhong Shan. It was the paper from the Book of Life and Death.
"Bang~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
A stream of air blew from both sides of Zhongshan, and Hao Meili took a dozen steps back, and was finally blocked by Zhongshan in his arms. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Confucius in the distance with hatred in his eyes.
"Confucius, you are really embarrassed by cursing a junior!"
Suddenly a soft voice came from the void. It was not loud, but it spread strangely to the ears of everyone in the world.
The one who spoke was Patriarch Bodhi. No, he was no longer Patriarch Bodhi at this moment.
In the platinum avenue, the face is still that of Ancestor Bodhi, but the clothes on his body have changed from white to platinum, with a faint metallic luster, and his eyes have become much sharper. He stares at Confucius in the distance, and steps forward.
Go out and block in front of Chongtian Hall.
"Old Zhunti, you are indeed alive!" Kong Xuan suddenly showed a hint of joy on his face.
"Zhunti!" Confucius said solemnly.
In the platinum avenue, Zhunti, who had been reborn, nodded to Kong Xuan, and then looked at Confucius again.
Sun Shen from the Chongtian Temple was slightly excited. Master, has his master become a former saint? A Zhunti saint? Although he no longer has the holy status, Sun Shen still knows how powerful the former saint is.
Zhong Shan could see clearly just now, Zhunti, and his face could still be seen clearly. He had the same clear face as the Supreme Being, except for the reborn Thirty.
Zhunti looked at Confucius and moved his fingers slightly. After some calculations, Zhunti exhaled slightly.
"The changes in the world are really great!" Zhunti sighed slightly.
"Zhunti, you want to stop me?" Confucius said in a deep voice.
"Go away now, I can pretend I didn't see anything!" Zhunti said calmly.
Confucius was confused for a while, he should have said this himself.
"Sages of previous generations? Aren't you afraid of being held accountable by heaven if you show yourself in front of others?" Confucius said solemnly.
Zhunti smiled slightly and said, "I know more about the number of days than you do!"
Zhunti spoke loudly, but he had the qualifications. Confucius was regarded as a saint, the kind of person who was closest to the number of days. But in terms of understanding of the number of days, Confucius was obviously not as good as Zhunti. At least Confucius did not have the courage to reverse the number of days!
"call!"
Zhunti took a step forward and appeared beside Kong Xuan. He looked at Kong Qiu and then at Kong Xuan.
"You have regressed!" Zhunti said calmly.
Zhunti was speaking to Kong Xuan. After Zhunti finished speaking, countless guests in the Chongtian Palace were silent for a while. Kong Xuan regressed? Really or not? Kong Xuan was so tough just now, but he actually regressed? What was it like before?
?
"I haven't retrieved some things yet, so naturally I don't have the same power as when I fought with you!" Kong Xuan said directly.
Zhunti nodded, then looked at Confucius and said: "Back off, you know the situation at hand. Confucianism and Taoism are not your original creation. You also gradually understood Confucianism and Taoism by imitating Zhou Li. I also understand Confucianism. As long as I am here, you can
You can't get any benefits. Even if Kong Xuan and I can't keep you, you will have to pay a heavy price. You must know that there are too many ancestors and immortals in the world who are eyeing your holy throne. Once they fight to the death with us, you will have to pay a heavy price.
The price will be more than you can bear."
Kong Xuan frowned on the side, but Zhunti spoke, and Kong Xuan did not continue to interrupt. There must be Zhunti's plan in this.
Confucius looked at the two of them and said calmly: "Do you know who you are talking to? You have been dethroned from the throne, are you still qualified to command me?"
Zhunti stared at Confucius, his eyes slightly cold and said: "Come out, your breath is too familiar, how can you hide it from me?"
After Zhunti finished speaking, the large number of guests in the Chongtian Palace frowned slightly. What did Zhunti mean? Who else was hiding around? Even Kong Xuan had hidden it?
"suddenly!"
A white light flashed in the sky, and another terrifying aura pressed down. The aura was full of domineering, making people's hearts tremble.
Another man in white suddenly appeared on the edge of Hongru Avenue.
"Is he a holy man?" Hao Meili shouted while still lying in Zhong Shan's arms.
In the sky, the man's face is blurred, and an aura that is no weaker than Confucius emanates from him. He is the sage who broke into heaven not long ago!
Two saints?
The Holy Capital of Xianyang has really become a gathering place for big shots. Two saints came at once? And they all seemed to be enemies.
"Now, who has retreated?" Confucius said solemnly.
Zhunti looked at Mitian slightly solemnly, then shook his head and said: "Mitian, it seems that Hongjun is right, you have completely become a lackey of Tianshu."
The Mitian Saint was not angry, but looked up and down Zhunti and said: "You know you are forbidden to violate the law, but you rush to die like moths to a flame. I think the problem is only the seven of you. You are still not satisfied with the supreme status of heaven and earth?"
Are you worthy of being a lackey? Look at yourself, then look at me. Ignorant!"
Above the Chongtian Temple Square.
The minds of all the guests have long been attracted by the big figures in the distance, because the game between these big figures can determine their own life and death. But now two saints have come, what should they do?
Zhong Shan also looked at him solemnly. He glanced at Ying occasionally and found that Ying's expression had not changed. He was still staring at Confucius as before, even ignoring the sudden arrival of the Mighty Saint.
What on earth is Ying waiting for?
***: This chapter is a little short. I feel a little dizzy while watching chess. I will take a nap immediately and make up for the shortcomings of this update in the next update. Sorry! By the way, I would like to thank my friends who have tipped me in the past few days. Thank you!