Chapter 1093: A mountain of books and a sea of learning
Above the void, a battle is coming to an end.
In less than half an hour, Zhou Weixin brought out countless strange and strange phenomena from the mountain of books, suppressing the evil monsters below one after another.
Everyone in the entire Zhongzhou was dazzled.
They had never thought that a seemingly elegant scholar could possess such great power. Every time he made a move, it was as if a martial spirit appeared in the world and suppressed the Eight Desolations.
And those evil monsters hiding among the humans in the void are simply unable to resist under Zhou Weixin's methods.
Want to escape... There are dozens of Holy Emperors above this void.
So the blood curtain stretched across the void, and evil monsters fell one after another.
On the top of the mountain of books, Zhou Weixin, who had invited countless supernatural powers and visions, looked towards the west of Zhongzhou with his hands behind his hands. His eyes fell on the horizon and his brows wrinkled slightly.
It seemed that there was a peerless god-like thing in that place, peering at him.
"It turns out... they are already a race of one kind!"
Zhou Weixin murmured, and then he waved his green sleeves. Wherever his arm passed, countless pictures suddenly appeared in the void, and there were tens of thousands of them densely packed.
There is a scene of the evil tribe entering the Sky Continent from the plane gate.
The Ming Dynasty sent troops to suppress the enemy.
There is a scene of the prince of Shenchao dying in battle.
There are scenes of evil tribes slaughtering cities and annihilating countries.
A champion god general marches into the divine domain of Langjuxu.
The Fengqingtian Ancient Great Wall was built on the vast land of China.
There was the Eternal Night Era more than two thousand years ago.
There is a silhouette of a man walking alone in the dark.
Thirty thousand Confucian scholars died majestically, lighting up the scene of seventy-two holy temples and palaces in the Cangqiong Continent.
There is a scene of Qin Changsheng fighting the Evil God alone!
…
Looking at the thousands of images in the void, the Holy Emperors standing in the distance were stunned. They never expected that Zhou Weixin had such terrifying strength.
In just a wave of his sleeves, he actually walked through the long river of light and shadow for thousands of years and deduced everything that happened in the Sky Continent.
Such means are beyond the reach of ordinary Holy Emperors.
"...Something is not good!"
Zhou Wei stood proudly, looking at the countless light screens in front of him with his hands behind his hands. His expression was still calm, but it gave everyone an extremely depressed feeling. The words he murmured were equally calm, but made people feel angry.
"This is the three thousand years of Cangqiong Continent. Is this the reason why my Confucian disciples died..."
Zhou Weixin vibrated his sleeves, he suddenly turned around and looked towards the far west of the continent, and suddenly spoke, like thunder falling from the sky across the sky:
Zhou Weixin's voice was like the waves of a vast sea, rolling out one after another, and the majestic echo reverberated throughout the whole world.
…
However, wherever Zhou Weixin looked, there was no movement at all.
It seems that the Evil God, who is peeping at Zhongzhou from the horizon, does not dare to challenge!
Zhou Weixin rolled up her sleeves and snorted coldly, "Since you don't dare to accept the challenge, then just stay hunkered down and be a bereaved dog. When my true form comes, I will kill you until you reach the top of the sky and reach the bottom of the earth."
No way!"
"good!"
At this moment, a rolling sound of thunder came from the horizon.
Zhou Weixin sneered and shook her head, with a hint of disdain in her elegant eyes.
"This old man is quite powerful!"
Below Zhongzhou, Fatty Bai held two hammers and said with some admiration.
"shit!"
Qin Xuance snorted coldly, then looked at Lin Huang, and continued: "After returning to the dojo, you should eat and drink as you should, don't be reluctant to yourself!"
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Qin Xuance, "Do you two have a personal grudge?"
Qin Xuance spread his hands, "I'm doing this all for your own good!"
Lin Huang snorted and smiled, feeling that Qin Xuance was depressed now.
Regarding what Qin Xuance said just now, he naturally understood what it meant. No matter how many people died in Lingyin Temple because Lin Huang couldn't leave the Great Leiyin Temple, it didn't matter.
The important thing is that Mr. Peacock truly died in Lin Huang's hands.
With the status of Master Peacock, someone will naturally come to avenge him.
Lin Huang didn't have to worry about being too strong in the Holy Emperor realm, because there was no one behind the Huang clan.
But when the younger generation comes knocking, Lin Huang has to deal with it on his own.
And Mr. Peacock belongs to the lineage of Panyao Temple...
Those who can come to him are naturally not ordinary people. If Lin Huang didn't rely on the Great Leiyin Temple, he wouldn't even be able to defeat Mr. Peacock, let alone someone stronger.
And Qin Xuance told him to eat and drink...
Lin Huang was thinking about it before he kicked Qin Xuance and flew him away. Perhaps due to Qin Xuance's plan, he was bound to be killed by the Ten Thousand Demons Temple.
At worst, he will be disabled!
Although he didn't know what kind of medicine Qin Xuance bought in the gourd, Lin Huang would not be unwilling to admit that he was not as thoughtful as Qin Xuance.
Buzz.
Buzzing.
Buzz…
Just when the three of them thought that the battle in the void was coming to an end, a buzzing sound suddenly sounded from the sky and the earth, like a vast sea surging and rolling waves.
Before Lin Huang could raise his head to look, he felt a peerless and powerful aura falling from the sky, making him feel extremely small.
Lin Huang raised his head...
I saw the mountain of books standing in the void, emitting a brilliant divine light. The light was more dazzling than the sun, making countless martial saints unable to open their eyes.
And under the mountain of books, there is still a vast amount of majestic energy condensed at this moment, forming an ancient——
——Hao Hai!
The vast sea is condensed from words one by one, and the ink-colored sea water surges between the sky and the earth. Every time the sea water stirs, there is an ancient sound.
Or the crisp voice of a young student.
Or it could be the voice of a middle-aged scholar Haoran.
Or it may be the voice of the elderly Confucian scholars.
In the vast sea of ink, there are also sounds of pianos, bells, roars of tigers and roars of dragons, sounds of wind and rain, sounds of the common people in the world, and sounds of ghosts and gods!
"This is……"
Qin Xuance looked up and was completely stunned on the spot, his eyes filled with disbelief.
And those Holy Emperors in the void also had extremely surprised looks in their eyes at this moment.
Looking at the surging sea of ink, Li Taixuan's expression became solemn, and he replied to the question Ye Canglan asked before, "When I die, Zhou Wei's heart and literary courage will shine on the world forever!"
Ye Canglan also sighed and shook his head, his eyes full of admiration, and said slowly:
"Unexpectedly, Zhou Weixin not only holds a mountain of books, but also has a sea of learning... He has inherited at least 80% of Jiang Taixu's skills through the ages!"
"The mountain of books and the sea of learning...this is a method that only Confucian saints can understand!"
Li Taixuan flicked his sword and smiled, "A Confucian saint is infinitely close to a quasi-emperor!"
At this moment, Zhou Weixin, who was on the top of the Book Mountain, suddenly spoke, and his voice was loud and powerful throughout Zhongzhou and the entire Sky Continent——
——Students all over the world, who can cross this sea of learning and realize the eternal majesty of our Confucianism? Who can climb this mountain of books! Inherit the voice of our Confucian sages throughout the ages!