The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

Little Kunpeng, who had gained much confidence, looked at Bu Feihua with cold eyes, his figure flashed, and he began to take the initiative to attack.

The immortal sword is indeed Bufan, the sword's edge is full of vitality, and it is engraved with the imperial pattern. It is cut with a single knife, and the void is shattered.

At this time, the extraordinary mind was a bit tangled, and due to the exposure of his identity, he had many methods that he could not develop, which led to him being restrained everywhere.

"Unexpectedly, I can't use extraordinary poems. I can only use new poems. Too much study is very extensive. I think that as long as it is not intentional, no one will suspect that I am extraordinary."

Bu Feihua thought this way, and sang in a low voice when the young Kunpeng was driving the immortal sword.

"Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain"

After the first chant was chanted, it immediately caused a strong wave of void.

Above the vast sky, a turbulent sea appeared above the sky, the water of the sea rolled and turbulent, the color of the water was blue, the momentum of the river and the sea shook the Nine Heavens Milky Way.

Above Qinghai, there are white clouds in the long sky. The white clouds are misty, imagining countless visions, sometimes fierce beasts, sometimes mountains and rivers, sometimes vegetation, and the trend of mountains and rivers is changing.

The boundless rhyme of Taoism flows, a tall snow-capped mountain pervades the center of the Qinghai and the white clouds, like the immortal mysterious snowy meaning, majestic and majestic, connected with the Qinghai white clouds, as if connected to the sky and the earth, Sitting on the ground up to the sky, the momentum is magnificent.

"Lonely City Looks Away at Yumen Pass"

As soon as the second line of poem came out, a long-standing deserted ancient city appeared above the clouds, and the eternal atmosphere of the prehistoric rushed over. The city sitting on the clouds looked like a heavenly palace, but there was a sadness in it, revealing the ancient gods. The fierce battle of the devil.

And in the distance of this city, there is a peerless pass that leads to the Nine Heavens and down to the Milky Way. This pass is like a heavenly gate sitting on the border, and the mottled stone walls are engraved with the remains of the Divine Armament magic weapon. , That is the vicissitudes of the years left by the battle of gods and demons.

Above Xiongguan, write to Yumen.

"Yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles"

Countless gods and demons dreamed of appearing near the Xiongguan Pass. It was an ancient battlefield. The bodies of countless gods and demons were lying on the ground, as if they did not want to sleep.

The corpse of the gods and demon eyes furiously opened, unwilling and resentment turned into rolling devilish energy hovering over the battlefield, the tragic breath reverberated, everywhere are the remnants of the Divine Armament devil blade cut off standing on the ground, strong resentment and unwillingness The black resentful devil dragon with its teeth and claws protruding from the clouds, sending out a stern dragon roar.

This is the fight between the gods and demons of the two camps. Outside the Yumen Pass, the gods and demons wore golden armor, almost red eyes, with hostile intent flashing in their eyes, and murderous intent to revolve.

"If you don't break Loulan, you won't return it"

All the visions disappeared, and a new picture unfolded from the sky. The vast scroll spreading out the Galaxy Cluster made all Gedai Tianjiao look sideways, and the White Emperor who was fighting with Chu Linxue and Anu revealed his heart palpitations.

It was a dilapidated ancient city, densely covered with black armor, one by one exuding the breath of gods and demons, standing on the wall, condescendingly looking down at the golden armored warriors who were breaking the city.

Thousands of arrows are fired together, and each arrow has the infinite power to destroy the world, killing intent like a tide, and the arrows turn into thousands of feathers.

Under the ancient city of Loulan, countless golden gods and demons were pierced by black iron feather arrows.

"The gods and demons are fighting, do not break the ancient world of Loulan, if I will not die, I will turn into the gods, and come back from Jiuyou!!"

"Loulan Demon Land, annihilating my old family, for the dead compatriots, for the dead old world, even if you die, you must use this remains to destroy this demon land!!"

"Today, our soldiers sent millions of gods and demons, even if your gods and demons are blood-stained in Loulan, you will destroy this world!!"

"kill!"

"kill!!"

Countless gods and demons fought, and some people killed more and more, their eyes were blood red, and the whole body was Killing intent soaring into the sky.

This was a shocking scene, even Bu Feihua showed a trace of shock.

Condensed all emotions, Bu Fei Fei said a few words lightly.

"Poem Cheng, this poem: Join the army!!"

After he finished speaking, Dao sensed, and Heavenly Dao immediately responded and acknowledged.

There were nine echoes in a row, but it didn't end until the Heavenly Dao-level aura permeated, but it was suppressed in the holy goods, and it was still unable to break through.

"Suppressed by the poem grade, otherwise this poem will be Heavenly Dao grade!"

Bu Feihua sighed.

All the visions, golden war shadows fell from the void, the gods and demons breathed wildly, and each one had cold eyes, killing intents, holding the weapons of the gods and demons, and killed them towards the little Kunpeng.

"The first poem, this is a group battle poem!!"

Little Kunpeng has a numb scalp. This poem is so different. It is different from Honghuang's other single war poems. This is a poem of group battles. Almost a hundred thousand gods and demons killed Little Kunpeng.

Little Kunpeng was almost dumbfounded. One hundred thousand gods and demons, even if controlled by the strength of God Su, it is difficult to use the power of the gods and demons themselves, but it is too terrible. Each of these gods and demons has the strength of Luo Tianshang, but it is difficult to fist. Of course, one or two small Kunpeng opponents disdain.

Even if it is one hundred and one thousand, it is not worthy of the enchanting capital to replace Tianjiao with him. To put in one’s eyes, but this is one hundred thousand!

I am your fairy!

How to fight this, little Kunpeng was directly overwhelmed by the tide of gods and demons. He held the immortal sword in his hand and kept swinging. Each time he would bring hundreds of gods and demons with him, but it was meaningless.

Bu Feihua smiled, this poem has consumed a lot of literary energy, but there is the existence of the Nine Apertures to the Sacred Heart, the literary atmosphere is endless, and there is almost no loss. And die.

Heavenly Dao suddenly sounded, and the nine pillars of Wenqi light sank into the extraordinary body.

At this time, the system prompt sound came.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for the first nine-tier hymn "Joining the Army"!"

""Congjun Xing": Nine-rated poem, marching battle poetry, the host's poetry grade cannot be breakthrough, but with the host's poetry grade Ascension, breakthrough to Heavenly Dao level of this poem."

"The effect of "Coming in the Army": It can summon millions of gods and demons to fight as the host. The number of gods and demons is limited by the strength of the host, and the strength of the gods and demons is one level lower than the strength of the host."

Bu Feihua was a little surprised. This introduction to the military line seems simple, but it is very powerful, because the poem itself is positioned here. This is a poem about military warfare. The focus is not on the strength of the gods and demons, but the gods and demons. quantity.

"what!"

At this moment, young Kunpeng heard a stern roar, and an immortal sword swept across the sky, all the phantoms of gods and demons disappeared, but at this time the young Kunpeng was miserable, with a black hair and disheveled hair. .

His body was covered with blood, and all his clothes were stained red. It was his own blood, and half of his chest collapsed.

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