Chapter 273: With the way of a saint, we should destroy the destiny of the country
The most difficult time in the world is when the distance between what you think is victory and you is slowly shortening.
Ouyang Yongren's mood cannot be said to be very good. After practicing for thousands of years, he thought he could feel calm.
But at this moment, he still found that he could not remain absolutely calm.
There were still hundreds of feet away from the Tianmen. For the first time, he felt that the passage of time was so slow.
Xu Mochen is still biting himself tightly to prevent himself from leaping over the dragon's gate.
He thought it was ridiculous, why should a mere human emperor care about the affairs of the Shifang World?
Once he succeeds today, he will become an extremely rare being who can travel freely between the two worlds.
He dealt with Xu Mochen's attack, but his heart gradually became anxious.
Although the emperor can't do anything about himself, it is still a hidden danger.
Thinking about it, he frowned and flipped the book in his left hand quickly. Balls of slow fire condensed into a fire dragon, whistling and spinning towards Xu Mochenpan.
A rare drop of sweat broke out on Xu Mochen's forehead.
From the beginning of the fight to now, it was only a stick of incense, but he felt as if a long time had passed.
His spiritual consciousness swept away, and he sensed that the three dragon brothers and sisters were trying to rush over.
But his right-hand man Tang Derun, faced with such a situation, had no way to intervene.
A river of literary spirit and a fish leaping over the dragon's gate, Tang Derun could not reach such heights.
Even the dragon brothers and sisters behind him, Xu Mochen, could sense that their spiritual power was gradually weakening.
Now that things have come to an end, the only option is to give it a try!
He raised his finger, and the light sword under his feet fell in front of him. The power of the source was mixed with the three powers of "good, evil and reverse" of the ten sins, and was injected at the same time.
In front, the fire dragon transformed from slow fire opened its mouth.
"Broken!" The sword intention of Biluo Liuyun spread out, and clouds surged towards the fire dragon.
"Boom——" Like fireworks blooming, the sky above Qiqu Treasure Land lit up.
There are shock waves everywhere, and there is still residual power.
Fortunately, we are far away from the capital here, otherwise the attack just now would definitely destroy half of the city.
A slow fire fell on Xu Mochen, burning his clothes to pieces and shaking his soul.
Baxiang Ninghun defended himself tightly, bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood: "Come!
I use the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers as my sword, the people of the world as my intention, and my true heart and soul as my weapon!
Behead the evil immortal in front of you!"
There was a sound of bells ringing in the air, accompanied by a murmur, and a faint fragrance spreading.
National destiny!
Xu Mochen used the national destiny!
The air pressure suddenly changed drastically, and the skin of the dragon brothers and sisters behind them also trembled.
Ouyang Yongren had a sullen face and waved his sleeves: "So what about the fate of the country!
With the way of a saint, I will destroy your destiny of establishing a country!"
Countless gold characters also appeared all over his body.
Those golden characters rotated and circled around him, forming a thick barrier.
Literary ethics and national destiny, two forces that could have been said to complement each other, have now become absolute opposites.
On one side, Xu Mochen carries the national destiny united by all the people, and represents the future and prosperity of Daqian.
On the other hand, there is the culture and Tao created by Ouyang Yongren for thousands of years, which demonstrates the inheritance and orthodoxy of the Shifang world.
The collision between the two sides was the first time in ancient times.
The three dragon brothers and sisters also felt that the situation was unusual.
Mi Luo tried her best to open her eyes and followed the flow of literary energy. She took a breath: "That is the fate of the country and the orthodoxy of literature and art. These two people are crazy."
Mi Jin also put away his playful smile: "Brother, what should we do?"
Although they are definitely Xu Mochen's allies, the current situation is obviously beyond their expectations.
Mi Xuan also clenched his fists: "If the country fails, the emperor will fall, and the Great Qian will not rise again in troubled times.
If culture and morality are destroyed, there will be no more culture and rule in the world, and the country will no longer be a country."
Regardless of the outcome, it is Xu Mochen's interests that will be harmed in the end.
Can this battle continue?
Xu Mochen gave a very simple answer.
This immortal must be killed!
He raised his sword. The sword infused with the power of national destiny could kill any immortal in the world.
Ouyang Yongren worshiped the literary arts, which brought together the literary arts of students from all over the world. Whether it is orthodox or not depends on your eyes.
"Cut!" Xu Mochen took the lead in launching an attack, and his light sword turned into a huge sword curtain and rushed over.
"Broken!" Ouyang Yongren followed closely, and countless gold characters, representing thousands of years of inheritance, were also sprinkled overwhelmingly.
Who is the real orthodoxy?
How long it took to meet, maybe less than half a breath.
But everyone present felt that time was stretched infinitely.
Finally, the two rays of light collided together.
All sounds were paused at this moment.
The two huge rays of light quickly shrank and formed into a small dot.
Before I had time to react, the small dot suddenly grew in size and turned into an oval-shaped explosion wave, rushing in all directions.
I could only hear the sound of whirring shock waves in my ears, and all the scenes I saw turned into a blank, and I couldn't sense anything when I scanned it with my spiritual consciousness.
After the huge light exploded, it gradually sank to the Seven Songs Treasure Land below. The Confucian Temple and the thousands of students were all swallowed up.
How many people can survive is no longer their concern.
The three dragon brothers and sisters gathered all the dragon's luck in their bodies to form a shield in front.
But this shield only lasted less than a breath, and immediately disappeared into nothing.
Who won?
In the gradually calming air, each other's voices and shadows slowly emerged.
Xu Mochen was covered in blood and he was gasping for air.
Launching the national destiny also required consuming his own strength, so he went all out for this attack.
On the other side, there is a gap between Ouyang Yongren's eyebrows from top to bottom.
If he hadn't maintained it through thousands of years of practice, he would have fallen by now.
National Games versus Wen Dao, there is no winner.
But Xu Mochen defeated Ouyang Yongren with half a move.
This is due to the three ten sin powers he possesses.
Seeing such a result, Miluo couldn't help but cheer.
"Won..."
The cheers hadn't ended yet, Ouyang Yongren's laughter could be heard from above.
"What a means! As expected of Your Majesty!
This body of this deity has never been damaged at all since I became a saint.
I never expected that your Majesty would end up like this."
He smiled happily: "The national destiny is great, but your Majesty is even more powerful.
However, good and evil come together, and I would like to thank Your Majesty for this blow just now."
Xu Mochen looked up and saw that the impact of national destiny and culture had also affected Tianmen.
Originally it was just a small gap, but now the entire Tianmen is open by one-third.
This width is enough for Ouyang Yongren to jump over the koi.
"Your Majesty!" Zhou Sheng also expressed his celebration in time, "Congratulations, Your Majesty, for achieving your wish."
Ouyang Yongren said "Huh": "After entering the Tianmen, it is the world above the clouds. You and I will no longer stick to the mortal world.
Although a lot of literary skills have been consumed, as long as you have the will, you can slowly make up for it."
As they talked, they both looked up to the sky and laughed.
Xu Mochen clenched his cheeks, in that case...
He was about to take action when he felt a gust of wind pass by, and Mi Luo got ahead of him.