The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

Little Kunpeng was covered in blood, one arm was gone, and he broke completely along his shoulder.

"Su Shen!!!"

Little Kunpeng looked at Bu extraordinary with hatred, the immortal sword cracked, and countless cracks spread all over the cold blade, almost breaking.

With monstrous hatred, the little Kunpeng knelt on one knee, gasping for breath, holding the Immortal Sword in his hand.

"Well, all the farce should be over!"

Bufei smiled, stepping across a hundred feet, and reaching directly in front of little Kunpeng, his fingers were raised, a sky-lifting force spread, the black and white aura of life and death revolved, obliterating the void, and shrouded in little Kunpeng's head. , To completely crush his head.

Feeling the murderous intent enveloping his head, little Kunpeng suddenly raised his head, with blood in his eyes.

"Su Shen, you can't kill me, this time you will be ruthless, next time I will suppress you in my sea of ​​blood, I will cramp you, use your soul to light a lamp, and torture you for eternal life!"

Murderous, young Kunpeng is still so proud, and his voice is stern like a Li Ling.

Bu Fendi didn't care about this person's nonsense at all, but then his face changed.

Under the palm of the finger, an infinite swallowing force struck him, and he couldn't help but step back for a certain distance. He looked at Xiao Kunpeng with a little fright, and his eyes flickered.

I saw that Kunpeng's originally closed palm was flat at this moment, and there was a few broken jade on the palm. With extraordinary insight, he saw the reason that it was a good jade talisman.

"I have a magic talisman bestowed by my ancestors, it is not so easy for you to kill me! Hahahaha"

Little Kunpeng's words were extremely high-profile, sneered at Bu Feihua, but more unwilling.

The good fortune treasure is ahead. Not only did he get nothing, but he was also forced to use the life-saving talisman given by the ancestor Kunpeng. The resentment of the young Kunpeng can be imagined.

Bu Feihua's face was a bit cloudy and uncertain. Seeing Xiao Kunpeng about to get out, his eyes showed ruthlessness, and he made another killer move. He wrapped his palms with a full blow, and punched directly through the void.

The unmatched fist power blasted the void down, but it was offset by the power of the magic talisman crushed by the little Kunpeng, and it had no effect at all.

Little Kunpeng showed a complacent look. In this complacency, a whirlpool appeared in the void behind him, and an astonishing swallowing power appeared, slowly submerging Little Kunpeng's body.

Through the whirlpool behind Xiao Kunpeng, Bu Feihua saw a sea of ​​blood, countless bones surrendered in the sea of ​​blood, and a monstrous pungent and bloody smell permeated the world.

"Damn it!"

Bu Feihua cursed bitterly, a little unwilling.

At the same time, the distant prehistoric place.

Explaining teaching.

In the original Sage dojo, in an attic, there were countless life charms floating on it. At this time, a crack appeared in one of the life charms, and then it shattered.

But after the life talisman shattered, there was a little blood in the life talisman, and it was a drop of blood floating from the life talisman.

Awning!

With a strange sound, the drop of blood exploded and suddenly turned into a blood mist, which filled the entire attic, with the pungent bloody smell spreading.

In the Great Hall of the dojo, Sage's breath is unpredictable.

Sitting high on the futon, Daqing Sage had a look of inaction. Suddenly, his eyes burst and he opened his eyes.

Sage disappeared.

In the attic, the original Sage figure appeared, looking at the blood mist, frowning slightly.

At this moment, the blood mist is rolling and transforming into a human form, but every time it is about to reorganize, it disperses and repeats itself, and it is always difficult to truly transform into a human form.

Primitive Sage tapped a finger lightly, and Sage's breath overflowed, turning into a puff of fresh air and immersed in the blood mist.

With the help of this breath of fresh air, the blood mist immediately swallowed a holy potion, and almost instantly the blood mist reorganized into a human form. At the same time, the blood and water intertwined, giving birth to a little whiteness. After a while, a white skeleton came out of the human blood mist. Give birth.

Then a blood streak appeared on the white bone, and the blood streak continued to stretch, bounce and grow, and the granulation sprouts kept squirming, forming a piece of flesh and blood tissue.

In an instant, a human-shaped body was formed, followed by strips of Meridians, and then flesh and blood hardened, turning into white skin that tightly adhered to the flesh and blood surface of the human-shaped body.

Dense black spots appeared on the head of the human-shaped body. It was a strand of hair, which was stretched quickly, and then turned into a long straight black hair that spread to the waist.

After everything was over, a wet man appeared in the attic barefoot on a pool of water stains.

"Master!"

Facing the original Sage, the man knelt down respectfully, his head almost touching the wooden board.

The original Sage's face did not change, and he stretched out his hand and waved it again, and a cloud of fresh air hovered against the man's body, and finally covered him.

The blue light flashed, and the man was already wearing a blue robe.

The man didn't dare to move, dragged his long dress on the board, respectfully inferior.

Sage's breath was so terrible that he couldn't breathe under pressure.

"what happened?"

Original Sage asked lightly.

"We opened the Emperor's Tomb of the Immortal Emperor, but the disciples failed."

The man answered cautiously.

"Forget it, let me see for myself."

Before the man had finished speaking, he was interrupted by Primitive Sage indifferently, but he didn't dare to move, allowing Primitive Sage to reach out and press his brows to start searching for souls.

The soul search method will cause great sequelae and pain to the subject. The man is almost howling in pain, but he does not dare to scream.

Primitive Sage's eyes flashed, and a picture appeared in his eyes. It was the scene of the imperial mausoleum. There were the white emperor and Bu Feihua, other Gedai Tianjiao figures, and the corpse demon.

After a while, the original Sage closed his eyes.

At this moment he was blurred, Sage's breath filled the attic, and his figure disappeared.

But when his figure disappeared, there was a white light floating into the man's body. Under the influence of this white air, all the sequelae and pain of the man's soul search disappeared, and he showed gratitude and respect.

"You are not responsible for this change of apprenticeship. If there is another time, you don't need to call me Master again!" The majestic voice of the original Sage came indifferently.

Hearing it in the man's ears was no less than a loud noise, making him so cold that his body was cold and his back was soaking wet.

As a disciple of the original Sage in this world, if you no longer call the original Sage the master, then there is only one meaning, that is, there is no need for this disciple to exist.

Sage's thoughts are unpredictable, but the faint words make people think deeply.

At this time, the man stood up palely and walked out of the attic in despair.

This person is exactly-the beginning.

During the trip to the imperial mausoleum, not only did he not get the good fortune treasure, he also paid an unprecedented price.

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