The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

Chapter 662: Strong suppression, punishes ‘seeking for the truth’!

A poem, Concession Extraordinary possesses a good fortune power no less than that of Huang Jie’s Immortal Technique. This scene not only surprised Qiu Dao, but also shocked the hundreds of thousands of cultivators onlookers.

“Is this Confucianism? It’s so terrifying, a poem that has such resilience, what else is it afraid of?”

“The Phoenix Tribulation Indestructible Technique is one of the three treasures of the Phoenix Clan. It was created by the ancestor of Phoenix with so much effort, and it was caught up by Bu Feihua with such a simple poem!”

“The ancestor of Phoenix, Nirvana, died nine deaths for the purpose of Huang Jie Indestructible Art. If she knew that there was a Confucianist in later generations, and just read a poem, she would have a good fortune power no less than Phoenix Indestructible Art. I guess it will be very depressing.”

Even Ye Dieyi and the tens of thousands of female disciples on the Nine Heavens Stage couldn’t believe it, each with a pair of beautiful eyes open, looking at the extraordinary step, it felt like looking at a supreme god.

Little Kunpeng touched his chin, feeling a little afraid of Bu Feihua.

He had never fought with Confucianism, and seeing him today was an eye-opener.

The ice Qilin hidden in the clouds was also stunned. For the first time, she felt an unspeakable pressure on Bu Feihua. It was a great deal.

“Even if you have a good fortune power that is no less than that of the Huang Jie Indestructible Secret Art? I will blow you up with a punch and not even a drop of blood will be left. How can you recover?!”

Asking Dao’s blood-colored pupils with a weird light, he held Yuantu with Blood Qi in his body soaring to the sky, rushing straight to Xiaohan, and shook the thick clouds.

“Haan Zhuxiang time is almost here, I don’t have the energy to talk nonsense with you, let’s decide the winner with one blow!”

Bu Feihua chants and prays for the devil, he deliberately controls, Realm can only reach the elementary level of Da Luo Jinxian, and it is no different from seeking the way.

“I am fighting against Realm at an extraordinary pace, and I will never take advantage of you!”

“Zheng!”

Vibrating the sharp spear, Pao Jingfei rushed up.

Asking Dao Yuan Tu Jian to swallow the sword light, he was brazenly not afraid, but also killed.

“clank!”

Two mouthfuls of the best Xiantian Lingbao’s power has changed the color of the world. Spiritual Qi is rippling with light waves, surging in style, like the waves on the ocean, wave after wave swept away, knowing how many peaks have been broken.

The one hundred thousand cultivators onlookers retreated again and again, their pupils shrank sharply, and their faces were full of horror.

This kind of battle has transcended their established knowledge of Da Luo Jinxian.

“Zheng!”

Killing the magic spear, he picked up the Yuantu sword.

The true spirit in this sword awakened, vomiting blood and murderous aura, and wanted to give Step Extraordinary a fatal blow, but was stopped by the idea of ​​seeking the way.

This is a battle of the same level, this is the opening battle of the golden age, seeking the truth will not let an awakened Xiantian Lingbao come to disrupt the situation.

Bu Feihua clearly noticed this, and with a wave of his hand, the Gunkiller fell and plunged into a mountain with a clattering sound.

That mountain range broke apart in the sound of thunder.

Bu Feihua’s method is very clear. At this moment, he and Qiu Dao are purely physical duels, without borrowing any spirit treasures. This is the purest confrontation, and there is no interference from foreign objects.

“kill!”

The two of them are like two real dragons, fighting in the sky, bursting the sky, causing space fragments to fly, and light crystals to fall.

They fought each other from the long sky to the dense virgin forest. One by one, towering old trees were destroyed by the energy wave of the confrontation between the two, and they became fans.

They are like two wild beasts, wherever they pass, mountains are razed to the ground, rivers are evaporated by shock, there are piercing rocks everywhere, smoke and dust swept across the wilderness, and the scene was like the end of the world.

“Is this still a battle scene of the Daluo Jinxian level? Gaidai Tianjiao, there is no upper limit for the same level, I am convinced!”

“In the future, all realms will be unified, the world of great controversy will come completely, and there will be a young king born, what kind of glory will be in the confrontation, I am looking forward to it.”

“The return of the Ten Thousand Realms is coming soon. By then, the younger generation will basically be fighting at the quasi-sage level. Their killing is estimated to be launched in the starry sky.”

“The starry sky duel, you can see the vast and majestic Star destruction and the collapse of the star sea.”

On the stage of Nine Heavens, Ye Dieyi, including the tens of thousands of female disciples behind her, was holding jade hands tightly, all of them were full of eagerness, and they really hope that Bu Fei could win this battle.

In front of Chaos Minor World, Yan Hui glanced at the two fighting in the mountains for the last time, turning away with a smug smile on his lips.

He already guessed it!

“what!”

Amid the miserable howling, Dahuang, a mountain range, Bu Feihua hit the temple of the Taoist with a punch.

The unmatched tremendous force caused Qiudao’s mind to feel the pain of piercing, and the feeling was as if his brain was pierced violently by thousands of needles, and it was unbearable.

In such a moment of loss of consciousness, he began to be beaten by Bu Feihua.

Punch after punch, step by step crit in accordance with the soft underbelly of seeking the truth.

Scarlet blood was spraying, splashing the entire great wilderness, and asking for the truth could not respond at all. The overbearing fist was as dense as rain, like a violent storm, and it did not give him a chance to breathe.

“Crack!”

In the end, Bu Feihua grabbed both shoulders of Qidao with both hands, and with fierce force, he tore the first clone of Mingzi directly into two halves.

The text was turbulent, and the primordial spirit and the three souls and seven souls of this clone were instantly shattered.

“Oh my God, Mingzi Mingzi was dismembered by Bu Feihua!”

“With both hands, he tore a Gaidai Tianjiao directly into two pieces, domineering and tough.”

“This is the first person to be the real young king. If you step beyond this, even if the worlds are unified in the future, they will be able to stir up the wind and cloud of animation.”

Bathed in the rain of blood, Bu Feihua came back with the two halves of the broken body begging for Tao in both hands.

He is extremely domineering, and his Confucian shirt is full of blood, as are his facial features, and thick blood dripping from the tips of his black hair.

Jiang Qiu Dao’s body is still on the Jiuxiao Platform, Bu Feihua stood there, overlooking the surrounding cultivator.

“If you want to challenge me with extraordinary steps, I’m welcome at any time, but don’t bother with Jiuxiao Divine Palace, otherwise the fate of Mingzi, the first clone, will be the consequences you have to bear!”

In a word, it detonated the emotion of one hundred thousand cultivator.