The emergence of the supreme holy art seemed to spread throughout the world in an instant, shocking the entire world and making people unable to believe it.
The Twenty-seven Mountains and Eighty-one Academy of Confucianism instantly became a sensation.
Everyone was excited.
"The third form of supreme holy art is for the righteousness of heaven and earth. It must have been created by my Confucian sage!" Some students in the academy shouted excitedly, as if the holy art was created by themselves.
"The sacred art of sitting down and discussing the Tao was created by me, the Confucian sage!"
Many students looked up to the sky and shouted excitedly.
At this time, in the Eighty-one Academy or the Twenty-seven Mountains, many elderly teachers or doctors were looking up at the sky with tears in their eyes, their whole bodies were trembling, and they were muttering something unknown.
"The road to sanctification is not broken, it is always there, always there..."
They firmly believe that the sage who created the holy art will surely become a saint one day!
The supreme holy art is the evidence.
Just for a moment.
On the cloud platform in front of the temple, many important figures from various factions gathered.
At this time, even some great sages who had not appeared for many years actually appeared on the cloud platform, quietly sensing the holy magic in the Holy Heaven with everyone, which made the young people on the cloud platform very excited.
"It's Master Meng!"
A Confucian disciple said excitedly, and then became a little surprised, "Isn't Master Meng sitting in a long pavilion thousands of miles away in the far north?"
In Confucianism, great sages are all called masters.
This Master Meng is the righteous master of the Great Righteous Palace of the Three Confucian Palaces. He has been sitting in the Wanli Changting Pavilion in the far north for a long time. Unexpectedly, he would appear on the cloud platform today, which really surprised many people.
"Meet Master Meng."
"Meet the Righteous Lord."
Everyone on the cloud platform saluted one after another. The Confucian disciples were called Master Meng, and the other sects were called Dayizhu.
Master Meng was a burly old man. Although his beard and eyebrows were all white, he was energetic, his eyes were as bright as a torch, and he exuded a majestic righteousness that made people dare not look at him.
At this time, I was looking up at the holy sky, feeling the supreme holy magic that "there is righteousness in heaven and earth".
When the third form of the Holy Art came out, many people speculated that the Holy Art was created by the Great Righteous Master. But now, the Great Righteous Master appears on the cloud platform, which basically means that the Holy Art was not created by the Great Righteous Master. This makes
Everyone was surprised.
If not a righteous person, then who is he?
At this time, everyone's eyes fell on the burly old man.
"The heaven and earth have righteous energy, and are mixed and endowed with fluid shapes. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars. To people, it is said to be vast, and it is as abundant as the sky."
After a while, the old man shouted loudly.
Then a mighty aura arose from the sky and the earth, coming from all around the world like a rolling wave, and quickly turned into a huge white vortex above the old man's head, bursting out with the most powerful, strong and righteous aura, making the cloud platform
Everyone was shocked.
The white vortex is getting bigger and bigger, swirling at high speed, tearing apart the surrounding space.
Everyone saw that the space around the white vortex was collapsing crazily, seemingly crushing everything, and bursting out with extremely terrifying power.
At this time, everyone on the cloud platform was stunned. They did not expect that the power of the third move was so terrifying.
"not good!"
Someone's face changed greatly and shouted.
If the white vortex were pressed down, even the temple might be reduced to ashes.
"Please take it back as soon as possible, otherwise the Yuntai will be destroyed." Some people were shocked, fearing that the Yuntai would be destroyed accidentally, and even the temple would be affected.
The Yuntai and the temple are not treasures and cannot be afforded at all.
The old man laughed loudly, but when he wanted to take it back, he found that he couldn't take it back. His expression changed slightly, and then he immediately flew away to the north and disappeared like a bolt of lightning.
But the white vortex was still above everyone's heads, destroying the surrounding space crazily.
Huhu——
The breath escaping from the vortex blew down on the cloud platform like an ancient storm.
If there is a ghost here, I'm afraid it will be wiped out in an instant.
However, it had no impact on the disciples of the Holy Way. They just felt a little unsteady due to the strong wind.
"What is this, the Righteous Lord?"
Someone on the cloud platform wondered why he suddenly ran away after using the holy technique "Heaven and Earth has righteousness". However, if the power of "Heaven and Earth has righteousness" is not released, it may lead to unimaginable consequences...
"It seems that the Righteous Lord is going to throw the holy art into the underworld."
Someone looked at the Northern Road.
"This is the best choice." Someone nodded.
About half an hour later, the increasingly terrifying white vortex in the sky seemed to have been moved away, quickly headed north, and then disappeared.
The white whirlpool was thrown into the Underworld by the Righteous Master, destroying countless evil spirits that were trying to crawl out in the blink of an eye. Even the evil one that was about to rush out was instantly wiped out.
Soon after, Dayi Zhu returned to the cloud platform again, looking up at the holy magic in the holy sky and laughing endlessly.
"Worthy of being the supreme holy art!"
The old man said cheerfully, and then said with some surprise: "The second form was born? The big roc rose with the wind in one day, and soared ninety thousand miles!"
"The second form, the wind blows ninety thousand miles away."
After the old man finished speaking, a huge phantom of a roc immediately appeared on his body.
The bird covered the sky and blocked out the sun, reaching a size of several miles. As soon as it spread its wings, it soared into the sky and turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky. Before everyone on the cloud platform could react, the Righteous Lord was already thousands of miles away.
After a while, the Lord of Dayi landed in a mountain of books in Twenty-Seven Books Mountain and did not return to Dayi Palace. In a corner of the mountain of books, there was a thin old man reading quietly, and his body was filled with a strong aura of books, as if
The surrounding space stopped.
White words floated slowly from all around.
It seems that the sound of reading is echoing in the sky and the earth, and there are countless figures of old people reading, either on stones, by the river, in thatched cottages, or on the grass...
It seems that the whole world is full of old people reading.
This old man was a good friend of the Righteous Master when he was young.
Although his qualifications are mediocre, he is still just a small literary scholar, but he has been obsessed with reading all his life, and he only loves reading. What makes the old man most proud of his life is that he has accepted a good disciple, a literary scholar.
Jing is the disciple of the Eighty-one Master...
That is to say, An Xiu, An Zhi Shou, An Rushan, An Yuanzhu.
When Feng Qingyan crushed the high-character sign, An Xiu, who was studying in Burial Mountain Academy, suddenly changed his expression, then picked up a roll of bamboo and walked out of the back hall.
He held the bamboo slip in his hand and walked away step by step with his hands behind his back.
He took one step out of the academy, crossed the mountain, crossed the river, and disappeared in the night in an instant. It seemed that the earth became smaller under his feet, and a majestic mountain was under his feet.
Pass……
The vast mountains and the rushing river.
Constantly being left behind, he soon crossed the Jianmen Pass and entered the realm of Shu. Even though he knew he was facing the Ghost King of Youdu, the figure still did not stop.