One thousand seven hundred and eighty-four chapters Kunlun conferred God (twenty-five)
There are roads in the mountain of books, and hard work is the path; there is no limit to the sea of learning, and hard work is the boat!
Both treasures were left by the Confucian ancestors. They are not only the most precious treasures of Confucianism, but also the place of faith of hundreds of millions of Confucian children.
According to legend, the two treasures at that time were not holy treasures, but were worn by Confucian ancestors. Over the years, they gathered the luck of Confucianism and the faith of hundreds of millions of disciples, and were refined by the great righteousness of Confucian saints of all generations, and finally became holy treasures. .
In other words, these two treasures also contain the power of rules and are the supreme treasures in the world!
Buzz!
But when Zhao Shuhang waved his hand casually, the folding fan in his hand opened, and the boundless stream of light burst out, sweeping across the entire martial arts arena like a stormy wave.
Roar!
As if being provoked or even threatened, the Holy Martial War Order burst into glory, and the dragon and tiger roared out proudly, spitting out boundless streams of light, like a sun rising in the east.
Although this treasure has been silent for countless years and has never been blessed by the power of faith of warriors in the world, its own foundation is no less powerful than that of Xue Haifan, or even better.
After all, through ancient totems, ancient gods, and hundreds of schools of thought in the Middle Ages, warriors have emerged in endlessly, but Confucianism is just one family among thousands of competing schools.
Even though Confucianism is flourishing in China's human race today, it is not all about one thing. Taoism and Buddhism are still shining brightly.
In this way, although the power of the rules contained in Xue Haifan is strong, it is impossible to suppress the Holy Martial War Order, and can only barely resist the control of its rules on the surrounding space of the Dou Martial Platform.
But even so, it is enough to greatly reduce the pressure on the powerful people of all races in China, and they will not be tied up.
Don't look at the rules of the Holy Martial War Order, which emphasize absolute fairness and justice. However, for many strong people, just because such a side has a range of space, it makes it difficult to use many methods.
What's more, Zhao Shuhang also has a Shushan Sword in his hand, which also contains the power of rules and can help everyone to a certain extent.
Even though it's not much, as long as they can weaken Wu Ming, for them, it means they have a little more chance of winning!
"Shushan Sword, learn sea fan!"
Wu Ming's eyes were slightly focused, and his pupils reflected the immeasurable stream of light pouring out of the sea fan. Where was the brilliance, it was clearly human characters that contained supreme mystery.
From oracle bone inscriptions, to hieroglyphics, to ancient compiled characters, every character has its own special meaning and contains special power.
If you are not strong-willed, you will get lost in the sea of learning just by taking a glance. It is very powerful.
What’s even more frightening is that human writing is extensive and profound. A single word contains many mysteries. When two words are combined, there will be countless changes and meanings.
In this way, this constitutes a great formation of words, a vast sea of learning, and boundless.
Even if a powerful person from the Holy Realm falls into it, if he doesn't understand its meaning, he can only break it with force if he wants to avoid being trapped.
Even though Wu Ming has studied ancient and modern times and is knowledgeable, he still cannot fully grasp the human writings, let alone the power and meaning contained in them.
However, the core of Confucianism emphasizes loving the world and convincing people with reason, and rarely advocates the idea of attack.
In this way, these two treasures also contain these concepts, and the core strength of their rules is also born in this way.
Even though the power is extremely extraordinary, it mainly focuses on suppression and education, rather than direct killing.
As the saying goes, keep a fine line in everything so that we can meet again in the future.
Even the rules still have loopholes, or in other words, they give people a glimmer of hope rather than leaving them with no room for improvement forever.
In terms of strength alone, if Lao Jijiu masters these two treasures, he can easily suppress Wu Ming.
Otherwise, the lotus lantern would not have been blocked back then, and even its body would have been left behind.
But Zhao Shuhang is not Lao Jijiu. Even though he is also a genius and the most talented person in the world, he still cannot achieve the level of Lao Jijiu who has accumulated countless years of experience and can almost perfectly exert the power of two rules treasures.
In this way, its loopholes, or the glimmer of hope, will be infinitely magnified!
"My martial arts is to forge ahead with determination, to move forward indomitably, to fight against the rapids in the sea, the world is in my hands!"
Wu Ming's mind was determined, and he looked up to the sky and screamed. He got rid of the suppression of the boundless sea of learning and completely released his energy and spirit.
Even though Confucian Patriarch's martial arts was definitely superior to his, Wu Ming was a strong man in the world who had blazed his own path. No matter how powerful a treasure of rules was, it was impossible to completely encompass it.
"Humph, there are mountains of books and seas of learning, and the world is boundless!"
Zhao Shuhang snorted coldly, waved the Shushan Sword in his hand, and countless light and shadows fell layer by layer, like a roll of several layers, piled up into a mountain, invisibly turning into a barrier of heaven and earth, adding to Wu Ming's body.
What's even more frightening is that the power contained in these books is directly connected to his spirit and energy, acting on his soul and consciousness.
Bang bang bang!
For a moment, even though Wu Ming was determined, he couldn't help but feel a little distracted. His mind sank and sank again and again, as if he was trapped in a real book mountain and sea of learning, and he was bent down and lowered his head.
In a daze, Wu Ming seemed to have returned to his previous life, his unbearable student life.
Even a lawless man like Wu Ming once sat at his desk with his head buried in a book that was taller than a person, even though he spent most of the time sleeping.
But it’s really... unbearable to look back!
The cold eyes, ridicule, merciless blows, and the cruelty of reality almost defeated the rebellious young man.
"Do it!"
Zhao Shuhang shouted sharply, raised the Shushan Sword high, stood in the air, and went all out to activate the power of rules in the Shushan Sword, suppress Wu Ming's mind, and create opportunities for everyone.
Seeing that Wu Ming had been attacked and was already subject to the power of rules, even his mind was about to sink into the boundless memories, and finally the dawn came!
"kill!"
"Zhou Tian kills with one breath!"
"Destroy without light!"
Everyone present is the genius of the current generation of China, and there are also many veteran strong men, each with their own unique skills. Naturally, they will not let the opportunity slip away at this time. Almost at the same time, they will take action with all their strength, using various methods to suppress the trump card at the bottom of the box. Without reservation, it poured down on Wu Ming like rain.
Boom!
Like the Milky Way falling from the sky, or like a riot in the sea of stars, countless streams of light of various colors, carrying boundless murderous intent, drowned Wu Ming in an instant.
At this moment, Wu Ming had been walking on the edge of death for many years, and had survived countless times. The fighting instinct he had developed through experience played an role beyond imagination.
Even if the mind is suppressed, the instinct is still there, and the remaining bit of reason follows the instinct to perceive the outside world and puts what it has learned to the extreme.
Boom!
A punch smashed a top-quality Dao sword, and his body was staggered by a sword that contained the power of the Holy Dao. He turned around like lightning, and then a leg whip with a spine as big as a dragon swept the sword into pieces.
However, Wu Ming has an immortal golden body with three heads and six arms, but there are too many attacks. Even if he exerts his fighting instinct to the extreme, there is still a limit.
Boom!
Amidst the rolling roar, Wu Ming was hit by fists from time to time. Before the flashing dark gold runes on Immortal Gold's body could recover, they offset the fist marks, and there was another palm shadow wrapped with thunderous momentum before he was hit. place.
Buzz!
The great supernatural power Bodhi Divine Light contained in the immortal golden body constantly restores the damage caused by the external forces pouring into the body, but it is far unable to keep up with the speed of destruction.
In just a few moments, Wu Ming was hit countless times. Driven by his fighting instinct, the immortal golden body with three heads and six arms that emerged was also badly damaged and riddled with scars.
The immortal power flickers in the wound endlessly, working together with the divine light of Bodhi, but it is also difficult to sustain, and there is a sign of inability to support.
While everyone was inexplicably excited, they all looked horrified.
More than a dozen false saints, seven or eight holy treasures, and the hidden trump cards of the powerful men of all races are nothing less than the full strength of several holy realm powers, and there are also true holy realm powers like Zhao Shuhang to suppress the formation.
Under such circumstances, even if a powerful person from the Holy Realm were to confront him, he would probably be seriously injured and dying even if he did not die on the spot.
On the other hand, Wu Ming, although he was seriously injured, with deep wounds on his chest, back, and bones, and even horrific wounds on his organs. Although his Qi was disordered, it was still as deep as the sea and surging like a volcano about to erupt.
"Form up!"
A handsome young man wearing Taoist robes, with a stern face, holding a yin-yang mirror and shouting loudly.
Whoosh!
Before he finished speaking, three middle-aged and elderly Taoist priests flew out, holding Taoist swords and stepping on the Seven-Star Tiangang Beidou Steps, surrounding Wu Ming with the power of the three innate talents.
There were also seven Semi-Saint Taoist disciples outside, who once again gathered into formation and suppressed them outside.
Buzz!
At the same time, the young Taoist priest threw something out of his hand. It was a wedge carved with rare birds and animals, mountains, rivers and rivers. It was like a treasure tripod in its own world, floating in the air above Wu Ming's head.
"Tianyan Killing Formation!"
Immediately afterwards, there was a tall and burly young man, with both hands, he waved a flag about a foot high, which was a little broken, but contained endless power, and roared loudly.
Twelve people wearing heavy armor, holding swords, spears, swords and halberds, like iron-blooded generals who had survived a hundred battles, jumped out from the crowd and flew into the sky above the Three Talents and Seven Stars Formation.
Whoosh!
In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, and the chilling air surged endlessly, stirring the sky!
"We must not let this beast escape. Please send the will of the First Saint to suppress this beast!"
Another handsome young man wearing a gorgeous robe stepped out from the crowd. With a flip of his palm, an amethyst glazed tower about a foot tall turned around and turned into a thousand-foot high tower. It descended like a mountain and was placed in the void.
"Purge the world, slay demons and demons!"
A majestic roar, as if coming from another time and space, the auras of the dozen strong men in the crowd suddenly changed, as if they were dozens of times taller in an instant, and a surge of majestic power surged up.
"The saints are here in person!"
Zhao Shuhang's eyes flashed, and his tense face relaxed slightly.
Even if only a single holy thought comes, it can only exert one-tenth of its power, which is comparable to the strongest among false saints.
There are more than a dozen false saints and holy treasures from various families. Even if Wu Ming has the power to reach heaven and earth, there is no way he can turn around this time.
"Amitabha!"
Just when the aristocratic family received the Immortal Will of the Saints and once again formed a formation to besiege and suppress Wu Ming, a Buddha's name suddenly sounded, and a young monk with unparalleled beauty and a Buddha's seal hidden between his eyebrows came out of the crowd and chanted the Buddha's name.
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Buzz!
Just like the hum of the monks chanting sutras, it turned into a great bell, sweeping the world. A string of Buddhist beads in his hand flew up and turned into twelve Buddhist Vajras, guarding the heavens. (To be continued)