497 Trying to figure out three (I still owe hahahaha!)
"I can't believe that after so many years, there are still people who remember me?" The white-haired old man pinched his beard with a smile.
"Okay, now that you're here, don't leave. You are a guest, so just have a good rest here."
"Interesting." Sang Lan noticed Yuan Feng's nervousness next to him.
A master who can make Yuan Feng, the great master of worshiping gods of the Yuan generation, nervous, unexpectedly lives in seclusion in such a remote and fringe place.
Coming out this time seemed far less boring than he imagined.
"The visitor is a guest. This is what your Confucian Chen Junchen said to me back then."
Chen Junchen, as soon as the name came out, the smile on the white-haired old man's face suddenly faded, his eyes narrowed, and an inexplicable sense of depression spread around him.
The number one Confucian master, Chen Junchen, who was once defeated by the emperor's master, represented an era at that time.
That was the final pinnacle and final glory of Confucianism.
It's a pity... After being defeated at the hands of the emperor's master, Chen Junchen disappeared.
Confucianism was also comprehensively suppressed, and now it has disappeared.
Confucian scholars were even beaten to the lowest level.
"It seems that you two are really old friends. As the saying goes, do what you say first, and then follow it. Since I asked you to stay as guests for a long time, you are offended!"
The old man's expression returned to calmness, and he suddenly raised his hand, causing a crisp and sweet tinkling sound.
That sound seems to soothe people's hearts and stir up the most innocent and beautiful images in people's hearts, making them lose their will to fight without even realizing it.
At this time, the old man Dongfang Mu seemed to be the most kind and stable elder, sincerely teaching virtues and enlightening others.
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Outside Wushan Prefecture.
Zhang Rongfang suddenly stopped and turned his head to look towards Yuannu Gorge in the distance.
In the mid-air there, a simple firework made by Renxian Temple suddenly rose.
The fireworks are the simplest yellow color. In order to distinguish them from the rest, they use two pieces tied together and designed at a good angle, so that they will explode into a subtle oval shape.
May something happen to Nuxia?
He paused at the city gate and watched the fireworks slowly dissipate.
He had just looked at the situation over there through the puppet's perspective.
I made sure that the other party was not going for my sister and the others.
Then I feel relieved.
As for the rest, compared to Yuannu Gorge, the other side is just a puppet that has been taken away, and others can be replaced later.
The importance of the two cannot be compared.
After making up his mind, he turned around and quickly returned to the original route.
Peng!!
At this moment, a muffled sound spread in the city, like an explosion.
A corner of the city wall was smashed from a high place, causing large pieces of rubble and bricks to fall to the ground.
When the crowd below saw this scene, they were stunned for a moment, and then screams erupted. Everyone was like a flock of frightened birds, swarming away and escaping into various places where people could hide.
In the blink of an eye, within a few minutes, the entire area around the city gate was completely gone.
Even Zhang Rongfang didn't expect that these people could hide so skillfully.
But what matters now is not this, but the location of the explosion.
He raised his eyes and looked in that direction. That was the direction where his puppet was.
Someone is fighting, and he is a top expert!
"With Wong Nu Xia under her protection, even if there is a problem, it won't be a big problem. Deal with this first!"
Immediately, he displayed his physical skills, suddenly entered the city, and rushed towards the direction of the explosion.
*8**2**Little** said*
On an empty street near the city wall.
A huge and strong monk, four meters tall, was waving his arms thicker than the beams with his bare hands, fighting fiercely with another white-haired old man who was also tall and strong.
The old man was naked and moved quickly and nimbly. Whenever he was about to be hit, he seemed to know in advance and had already prepared dodges.
After doing this dozens of times, the monk on the opposite side not only failed to hit him, but also wasted his own energy and was constantly hit and injured.
It's just that although he is constantly injured, the injuries will heal automatically in a blink of an eye. Unlike humans.
After a while, the old man obviously lost strength and his movements slowed down a little.
"It seems that he is still old." The old man stepped back quickly, turned over and landed gently on the edge of the roof to stand. It was Dongfang Mu of Confucianism.
He looked calmly at Yuan Feng opposite.
By now he has naturally seen that the other party is not here to find him, it is all just a misunderstanding.
But it was a misunderstanding before, but it doesn't matter now.
Knowing that Confucianism was here, Xizong would definitely not give up.
"It's okay... I haven't used it for a long time... maybe if I don't use it again, I won't have a chance in the future..."
He sighed.
Yuanfeng was also a little confused at this time. Dongfang Mu, as a top master of Confucianism, became famous many years ago. Now he is old and frail, but he can still suppress him by relying on his strong defense against enemies.
But what he couldn't understand was why Sang Lan didn't take action yet.
Now that I accidentally caught a big fish, why not take advantage of it and catch everyone in one catch.
Instead, he stood aside and watched the battle with a smile, as if it had nothing to do with him.
It's like everything has nothing to do with him.
The goddess stood opposite him, staring at this man warily.
In her mind, this man obviously looked like a rich man, but for some reason, he always gave her a strong sense of depression.
This feeling seemed familiar to her. She had experienced something similar in her forgotten memory before.
It's a pity that she has forgotten everything. She has completely forgotten about the past and Dongzong.
"Aren't you going to help?" Sang Lan looked away and looked at the goddess.
"No need. Mr. Dongfang is very strong. Far stronger than me." The goddess said calmly.
"You look very good and have a good figure. You are my type." Sang Lan added. "Would you like to try something blissful with me? As long as you make me happy, in exchange, this time I'll let you go. How about that?"
His tone was sincere, and it seemed like it was really good advice.
It was as if he had made a huge step forward.
The goddess glanced at him.
"Xizong?"
"No." Sang Lan smiled, "It's just cooperation."
"I'm afraid you don't know Mr. Dongfang's strength." The goddess replied calmly.
As the core grand master of Confucianism guarding this place, Dongfang Mu has terrifying strength that absolutely exceeds everyone's imagination.
so……
At this time, Yuanfeng and Dongfang Mu were already on the field with real fire.
The two of them had already reached their extreme state. Their huge bodies were like two meteorites, colliding rapidly, causing sparks to explode and scatter in all directions.
Confucian martial arts is mainly based on the exchange of absolute knowledge and pure heart for jade.
This technique is based on the rhythm of sound, which can seriously interfere with the opponent's every move and any conscious judgment.
If you practice to the extreme, you can even produce fixed hallucinations.
There is a reason why Yuanfeng's moves are easily calculated accurately many times.
At the same time, he shot many times, clearly thinking that he had hit the target, but in fact he missed it by just a hair.
A slight difference can make a huge difference, which is why he was injured one after another.
By this time, Yuanfeng's face was as dark as water, and he was constantly being hit. He knew that he had to reverse the situation, otherwise he might lose.
Immediately, he took a few steps back, the energy and blood in his body surged, and his operation accelerated to the extreme.
"Final Style·Yaksha King!!"
In an instant, his whole body's energy and blood exploded, his skin turned black, his body size shrank, and large silver fluorescent lines appeared on his body surface.
A huge Yaksha evil ghost face appeared on his face, covering his face at this time.
Lines like fish lungs appeared on both sides of his back. They were special structures that could temporarily breathe underwater.
This final move was originally better at fighting underwater, but now it's not weak at all.
And the other side.
Dongfang Mu also shouted loudly and tapped his chest more than ten times.
hiss!!
His body suddenly began to rise and grow stronger like a breath of air. Countless muscles seemed to emerge from his body out of thin air, making his body bigger and bigger.
He is now four meters tall! Even bigger than his opponent Yuanfeng.
The muscles of his upper body covered his body like armor, and a big word "righteousness" seemed to be written in cinnabar in the middle of his chest.
But those are blood vessels formed naturally.
"Final form·sacrifice!!!"
puff!
Two air pillars shot out from Dongfang Mu's nostrils, blowing away the sand and gravel on the ground in front of him.
In an instant, the two huge monsters collided with each other.
The loud noise was like gunpowder exploding continuously.
Circles of air ripples spread and exploded from between the two people.
The wall collapsed and the ground exploded. Unconsciously, the two fought farther and farther away, and soon came to the city wall.
Dongfang Mu's power is obviously much stronger than Yuanfeng.
His face was solemn, and even though he was exerting force at full speed, blood beads slowly began to ooze from the surface of his skin.
"Time is running out, we must fight quickly." He knows very well that this is the case in the extreme state. His body cannot keep up. Although the explosion is strong, it can only be short-lived and cannot last.
so……
Whoosh!
He turned over and leaped high into the air. His arms were like phantoms, folding together toward the center.
Each handprint keeps emerging, and then changes to the next one.
The dense seals flicker and change.
"No."
"Ask the heart!!"
Suddenly, all his handprints stopped and turned into one.
It was a strange seal with fingers intertwined like a web, and there seemed to be a beating heart in the center.
Plop.
A loud and clear heartbeat sound was heard by everyone.
Yuanfeng's whole body shook violently. He felt that his heartbeat rate was completely blocked by the opponent, and at this moment, it stopped shaking with the sound.
He wanted to raise his hand, but he had no strength at all.
This time, the heart had no power, and it was like a punctured balloon, constantly leaking blood.
His eyes began to turn black and his whole body went limp.
In an instant, a figure passed by his side.
A small and exquisite black knife accurately slashed across his neck.
"Devil soldiers!?" Yuanfeng wanted to shout, but it was too late.
With a puff, he clutched his throat and fell to his knees.
Consciousness gradually fades.
"It's your turn!" Dongfang Mu turned around and looked at Sang Lan.
Bang bang bang...
Sang Lan looked happy and clapped her hands gently.
"Wonderful...really wonderful!"
"Don't laugh. Nine out of ten things in life are not what you want." Dongfang Mu slowly walked towards the other party.
"So, you can prepare to cry..."
Whoosh!
In an instant, he tiptoed, and he was already rushing towards the opponent like a sharp arrow.
No dodge.
No blocking.
Sang Lan just stood there, letting Dongfang Mu stab his chest with a knife, right in the middle of his heart.
when!!"
The clothes were torn open a little, revealing the skin underneath.
But on the skin, there were only a few white spots brought by the magic soldiers, and a trace of faint red oozed out.
Raising his head, Sang Lan smiled and looked at Dongfang Mu, whose eyes were shocked and almost stunned.
"Go to sleep."
laugh!!
A huge X-shaped wound suddenly exploded on Dongfang Mu's body.
Countless blood and water splashed out, and the victory or defeat was decided instantly.
The Tiannu and Ran Xinyue at the side shrank, clenched their fists, and unconsciously wanted to step forward, but a real sense of cold crisis, like ice, froze their feet to death.
"A moment!!? How is it possible!!?" Ran Xinyue covered her abdomen with difficulty and looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief.
The goddess gritted her teeth, suppressed the shock in her heart, and took a step forward to save people, but it was only one step.
boom!!!
Her eyes suddenly turned dark.
The originally bright sky seemed to turn into a terrifying icy blue crystal, suddenly pressing down on it.
The huge sense of oppression made it almost impossible for her to breathe... This was the terrifying pressure that truly belonged to the spirit general.
"In this city, Confucianism, rebellion, and taboos are all in place." Sang Lan smiled slightly, turned around, and walked towards the cold-blooded Tiannu and Ran Xinyue.
"Since all the taboos have been violated, let's just slaughter them all."
"Massacre the city?"
Suddenly a voice came from behind him.
"Since you don't want it, how about giving it to me?"
Sang Lan paused and looked back in surprise.
I saw a red-robed Taoist standing in the gap of the city wall that had just been smashed. I don't know when it was standing in it.
"Here it is for you? Can you afford it?" he raised his eyebrows.
"Why can't you pick it up?" Zhang Rongfang smiled and jumped down from the wall.
"I can build a human-immortal temple in one month, and I can build a human-immortal city in one month!"
Peng.
He landed firmly on the ground, stood still, stood up, and stood in front of the two goddesses.