Chapter 385: The Confucian Sage's Sword, Reappearing in the World
That sword tip was the last gift given to Lin Zhao by Mr. Qin, the tip of the Confucian sage's sword Khan Niu Sword!
When Lin Zhao was about to die, the tip of the Khan Ox Sword actually revived the savior!
"Peng!"
A loud sound, centered on the sword tip, swept through the entire Qingliang Sect in an instant, and then swept through the entire world. As the sword tip awakened, it seemed that part of the Confucian Sage's divine power was also manifested, and only wisps of imperial seals were seen.
The words kept lingering around the tip of the sword, and it actually blocked the force of Zhao Jingyu's finger.
At this time, along with the awakening of the sword tip, a golden ripple swept across the entire world.
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Baidi City, Bailu Academy.
In the early morning, a group of reading enthusiasts were doing morning lessons, reading loudly, but in an instant, the words on the slips in their hands became blurred one by one, or even disappeared. Suddenly, the group of students were shocked and looked up to the people sitting in front of them.
The old gentleman said: "Sir, what's the wording on the letter..."
"ah?!"
The old gentleman was also startled. He lowered his head and looked at the letter in his hand. Looking at it with an eleventh realm of cultivation, he saw strands of text carrying the true meaning of Confucianism and Taoism flying out of the window, as if summoned by some kind of power.
The entire academy, the entire Baidi City, and the letters piled up in the scholar's study room, all the words on them were missing.
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At the end of the mountains and seas, among the towering mountains, there is a school palace with pavilions and pavilions connected for dozens of miles.
Confucian Academy.
In the academy, a young man wearing a gray Confucian shirt sat on the window sill, watching the words on the bookshelf behind him disappear one by one, turning into fine golden luster and heading towards a certain place. He wrinkled and said
: "Sir, what's going on?"
"well……"
Outside the window, an old man holding a blank letter in his hand sighed and said: "This is the method that my junior uncle has left in the world. If nothing else, something happened to my only disciple."
"ah?"
The young scholar stood up and frowned: "Did something happen to my junior uncle Lin Zhao?"
"Ling Yu."
The old gentleman smiled, gently pressed his palms, and said: "Don't be moved by this. My uncle is a Confucian sage, and the disciples he has accepted are naturally extraordinary. Your most important thing now is to prepare to go to the Great Shang Dynasty."
It’s rare that the Great Shang Dynasty is willing to let go of the Imperial College and allow scholars of your generation to serve as the chief priests. Don’t let me down, sir!”
"But……"
The young scholar frowned.
His name is Gu Lingyu, from the Twelve Realm.
Mr. Zihuai, the Thirteenth Realm.
Mr. Zihuai is the elder brother of Gu Zixi. According to seniority, he is the nephew of the Confucian sage Qin Suihan.
Gu Lingyu is a disciple of Mr. Zihuai. According to seniority, he is the nephew of Qin Suihan's disciple.
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"Buzz~~~~"
Wisps of fine golden sand continued to gather from all directions. Lin Zhao was unable to move, and his body remained in a posture of leaning back and about to fall. He could only watch helplessly at the sword tip left by the teacher and the sword tip of Thirteenth Realm Zhao Jingyu.
The force of one finger resisted.
The golden sand from all over the world is getting more and more dense, and finally turns into wisps of Confucian and Taoist characters that continue to manifest. These characters linger around the tip of the sword and continue to penetrate into the tip of the sword, like a piece of
The tip of the sword was like refining the true meaning of the world's words. This process only lasted a few seconds, and a hundred thousand words were imbued into the tip of the sword.
The next second, the sword tip advances forward!
"Um?!"
Zhao Jingyu was covered in cold sweat. He didn't understand what was happening in front of him, but it was like he was experiencing a life and death disaster! When Zhao Jingyu looked intently, he saw a scene that Lin Zhao could not see in the Thirteenth Realm.
, I saw those golden Confucian and Taoist characters entering the sword tip one by one, causing the sword tip to drag backwards, continuously continuing, solidifying the missing parts of the sword, first the sword body, then the sword hilt, and finally the jade-wrapped
The falling sword spike, at the moment when the entire sword's magic form solidified, a hand suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword. When Zhao Jingyu looked up, he saw a looming golden figure holding the Khan Ox Sword!
It was a middle-aged man in a gray and white Confucian shirt. He was extremely elegant and full of scholarly aura. At this moment, he held the long sword tightly and drove the tip of the sword forward. There was even a touch of anger in his golden eyes.
meaning.
Who do you think you are, daring to bully my Qin Suihan disciple?
However, Lin Zhao's cultivation level was too low and he couldn't see it at all. He could only see the tip of the sword in his eyes. The tip of the sword pushed forward, forcing a thirteenth-level monk to sweat all over his body!
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Baidi City, Bailu Academy.
The words that had just disappeared reappeared on the slips. The disappearance of the words lasted only a few seconds. A group of reading enthusiasts began to read again. However, outside the academy, a group of learned masters came out. Everyone was surprised.
What happened? Just when they were looking up, the swords on their waists suddenly buzzed and trembled!
"ah?!"
A young gentleman was stunned and hurriedly tried to hold down the hilt of his sword, but where could he hold it?
In the blink of an eye, swords flew out from the waists of these scholars and stretched across the sky. The tips of the swords were all facing the north, buzzing and trembling, which was a sign of worship.
In the academy, an old gentleman glanced at the trembling sword on his bookshelf. Suddenly, the sword seemed to be warned by the owner's gaze and became quiet again.
In the Confucian Academy, countless swords were rising into the air, trembling in a certain direction.
At this moment, the sword of the Confucian saint reappeared in the world.
Under the upper five realms, all the gentlemen in the world will worship with their swords!
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"puff--"
In Qingliang Mountain, the ancestor Zhao Jingyu really couldn't bear the pressure of this extremely majestic heaven. This small sword tip contains part of the essence of the Confucian sage. When Qin Suihan was at his peak, he was a genuine fourteener.
Realm, in the realm of the Fourteenth Realm, who can say that he can definitely beat the Confucian sage except the military sage who is both a military strategist and a swordsman?
Later, Qin Suihan was downgraded to the thirteenth realm, but he was still half of the fourteenth realm, and he also retained some of the power of the heaven and earth seals.
They are both in the Thirteenth Realm. How can Zhao Jingyu, who is a paperless Thirteenth Realm, compare with Qin Suihan, who is at the peak of the Thirteenth Realm? Now, even if Qin Suihan is dead, a wisp of his soul can still crush Zhao Jingyu.
"Plop!"
Zhao Jingyu leaned back and suddenly fell to his knees, with horror in his eyes: "Please...please spare my life..."
In the wind, the figure holding the tip of the sword disappeared, and then most of the entire sword body of the Khan Ox Sword also disappeared in the wind, leaving only a sharp tip.
"ah?!"
Lin Zhao trembled all over. He never expected that the tip of the Sweat Ox Sword would wake up early. Now that he was only level 98, could it be that the tip of the sword also sensed his situation? He stretched out his hand to grab it, and easily held the tip of the sword in his hand.
, but the moment he touched the tip of the sword, everyone in front of him suddenly disappeared. The magical power of the tip of the Sweat Ox Sword manifested, and Lin Zhao had already created a small world that only belonged to him.
In front of me, Zhao Jingyu, Zhao Suiguang, Zhao Chuqin and others all disappeared, leaving only an empty Qingliang Mountain. And in this small world, the entire Qingliang Sect was included in it, how tyrannical!
"Um?"
Lin Zhao frowned suddenly, and his heart seemed to be pinched. In his own world, some causes and effects were guiding him to certain places. So, Lin Zhao held the tip of the sword, and his body directly jumped into the air, flying across the balcony, and went up.
Far away was a magnificent palace, which was the Qingliang Sect's Ancestral Hall. When Lin Zhao flew past the Ancestral Hall and arrived at the back mountain, he saw a huge deep pit in the Qingliang Sect's back mountain.
Qianlongyuan, a forbidden area of Qingliang Sect, a place where strangers are not allowed to enter.
But at this time, this world was Lin Zhao's little world, so he stepped into the Qianlong Abyss, and suddenly a wave of hot air hit his face. A red-hot pillar stood in the depths of the Qianlong Abyss, with carvings on it.
There is an image of a coiling dragon. In addition, there are chains wrapped around this pillar that looks rich in evil spirit.
Panlong Pillar, the superior magical weapon in the Qianlong Abyss!
Lin Zhao lowered his head and looked down, and saw that the Coiling Dragon Pillar was rooted deep in the mountain. It was unknown who's work it was, and it actually caused wisps of ground fire flames to burn the Coiling Dragon, burning the entire Coiling Dragon Column red. At this time, the Panlong Column was burned red.
There are huge and heavy iron chains coiled on the dragon pillar. The iron chains are crisscrossed and criss-crossed, placing a person on the pillar. The person is imprisoned on the dragon pillar. He looks tired, his head is tilted to the side, his beard and hair are gray, and the evil spirit in his body is positive.
It was continuously pulled away along the Panlong Pillar, and then an underground formation roared and circulated the demonic energy, transforming the demonic energy into the destiny of heaven and earth for the entire Qingliang Sect.
That man looked very familiar.
Lin Zhao fell down in the air, and when he was less than ten meters away from the man, he had already seen his true face in Lushan.
"Old Huang..."
Lin Zhao's voice trembled and he almost cried.
The person trapped in the Qianlong Abyss turned out to be Huang Tingyu from the Snowy Tianchi!
Huang Tingyu disappeared for a hundred years, no one would have thought that he would be imprisoned in the back mountain of Qingliang Sect!
Moreover, today's Huang Tingyu is still in the twelfth realm. Why his realm has stagnated? Because his cultivation base has been absorbed for hundreds of years and transformed into the luck of the Qingliang Sect. This is a good explanation.
Why is it that many sects in the world only have one or two upper five realms, but the Qingliang Sect actually has one thirteenth realm, one twelve realm, and two eleventh realm? This is extremely unreasonable in itself.
"Old Huang!"
In the small world, Huang Tingyu seemed to be unable to hear Lin Zhao's shouts at all.
"Old Huang!"
Lin Zhao screamed at the top of his lungs, tears rolled down his face, and he cried: "Lin Zhao will definitely return to the Qingliang Sect in this life and take you home!"
…
"Whoosh!"
A ray of light passed before his eyes, and the sword tip flew into Yunjian Lake, but Lin Zhao still stood on the same spot. Around him, a group of Qingliang Sect disciples looked at Lin Zhao with violent eyes, wishing to tear him into pieces immediately.
"enough……"
Zhao Jingyu stood up, his face was pale, he clasped his fists at Lin Zhao and said: "It is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. The young man in white has scolded enough today and has done it before. How about letting it go now?"
"Give up?"
Lin Zhao frowned, clasped his fists and said, "That's it for today's visit to Qingliang Sect, but I will come back soon!"
"good!"
Zhao Jingyu sneered: "We, the Qingliang Sect, are always waiting for the young hero to come!"
Lin Zhao rode down the mountain. Although he was full of anger, he was unable to do anything. He could only endure this blood feud for the first time.
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Back mountain, Qianlongyuan.
Huang Tingyu was burned until the whole Lingxu turned red. The little bit of demonic energy he had accumulated in his body was extracted again and refined completely. But at this moment, he had waited for a hundred years to finally get the answer. This twelve-year-old
Although the Demon Realm was in a state of embarrassment, he raised the corner of his mouth and smiled miserably: "Lin Zhao...go home...Old Huang is going home..."
