Villain Boss: Start from the East Undefeated

Chapter 565

"Buzz!"

With this old voice fell.

The whole world seemed to be shining brightly, and even the dark clouds in the sky that were disturbed by the infinite magic in the east dispersed layer by layer.

The vast sun, through the clouds, fell into the eight hundred miles of mirror lake.

The entire Mirror Lake is like a mirror, shining with endless light.

Endless swimming fish jumped out of the water one after another, swarming towards the east, like carp leaping over a dragon's gate.

At first glance, it is really shocking.

It was as if the fish swimming in the mirror lake eight hundred miles away were all cheering and jumping because of Zhang Fuyao's words.

Even the mountain where Shangyin Academy is located.

The endless vegetation swayed, and the flowers competed to bloom.

The fragrance of flowers wafts over the entire Mirror Lake.

In one word, everything agrees.

The mouth contains the heavenly constitution, and the heaven and the earth resonate.

One sentence is exhilarating, and all things dance for it.

Such a scene made the students of Shangyin Academy freeze in place one by one.

Looking at the flowers and plants dancing all over the mountains and plains, it was like seeing endless joy.

"This... is this a prophecy? Confucian saints! Confucian saints of my Confucian school!"

Someone exclaimed.

Among martial artists and the three religions, only Confucian saints are the most miraculous.

Warriors and Buddhists temper their bodies, cultivate their true energy, and have powerful attacking power.

Taoism cultivates the Tao, understands the way of heaven, cultivates the mind and nature, and comprehends nature.

The Confucian school becomes holy by reading, understands the ultimate principle of heaven and earth, has the constitution of heaven in his mouth, and speaks and speaks like the rules of heaven and earth.

On the big ship behind Dongfang, Li Chungang, Wu Su, Xu Fengnian and others all also exclaimed in unison.

Such a scene is too miraculous.

One sentence is exhilarating, and the world dances for it.

"Zhang Fuyao... No. 800 1 years ago!"

Li Chungang sighed, his eyes flashed like a long sword.

It's a pity that all his martial power was completely consumed when he forced himself into the land gods and beheaded them with his sword.

"Zhang Fuyao... the scholar who reads the most in the world and travels the furthest!"

"Lv Zu, the leader of the sword fairy back then, also asked him for advice, Dongfang he..."

Xu Fengnian is no longer the Xiaobai he was back then, and he already knows a lot about some things, relying on the foundation of Beiliang.

Seeing such a scene at this moment, endless worries suddenly arose in my heart.

With the heavenly constitution in the mouth, one word becomes a prophecy, the heaven and the earth agree, and all things yearn for it.

This kind of power is simply beyond people's imagination.

Even Dongfang at this moment has a dignified expression.

Confucian saints and gods are different. In the original trajectory, Xuanyuan Jingcheng forced his life into the realm of Confucian saints at the cost of his life. It is a generous and tragic song to invite the ancestors to die.

Cao Changqing, a Confucian sage in Tsing Yi, only loved the Empress of Western Chu in his life, so he went to Liyang time and time again to assassinate the emperor.

In the end, he turned Confucianism and Taoism into domineering, and restored the country for Jiang Ni, the princess of Western Chu.

The value of force is so high that it can be called the first of the four great masters in the world.

However, compared to this Zhang Fuyao who has lived for 800 years, he is still far behind.

In the original trajectory, Zhang Fuyao confronted Xu Fengnian and Deng Tai'a, who had already become great heavenly beings on the land, and shattered the heavenly gate.

All kinds of deeds show that this Confucian saint who has lived for 800 years, if born, is probably the strongest person in the world.

At this moment, in the Shangyin Academy, a blind old qin master dropped the qin in his hand, opened his eyes, and shone on the sky like two rounds of scorching sun.

As soon as he took a step, it was like teleporting to the mirror lake.

"It's him? The blind old luthier? He...he...he..."

All the disciples of Shangyin Academy were completely speechless at the moment.

They have all seen the blind old luthier in front of them before, but they only know that he is an old man who is dying.

But at this moment, he is old, his face is elegant, his eyes are as bright as the sun, and he is full of scholarly spirit, straight into the dark.

"gentlemen?"

Xu Fengnian's second sister, Xu Weixiong, also exclaimed, as a world-renowned talented woman, her talents make the entire Shangyin Academy, there is no one who can call her a teacher.

Even some teachers from the Shangyin Academy treat Xu Weixiong as a half-teacher.

But such a talented woman actually called this blind man Mister.

"Tattoo..."

Zhang Fuyao's waist is slightly arched, like an old farmer in the ground, his feet are on the mirror lake, like walking on flat ground.

Not even the slightest ripple on the surface of the water.

Really miraculous.

I saw him walking into the center of Mirror Lake, looking towards the east from a distance, the light in his eyes gradually weakened, like ordinary people, and said softly: "My disciple mentioned you several times, I didn't expect there to be such a strange woman in the world!"

Zhang Fuyao's voice is not loud, soft and without edge.

Really like a scholar, elegant and easy-going.

"Huang Longshi?"

Dongfang suddenly understood that the words of Huang Longshi on the top of Yueshan Mountain provoked Li Chungang to be generous and fierce, opened the gate of heaven with his sword, and slaughtered immortals.

Lu Dongxuan was attracted to enter the fairy world with a single sword, and returned in blood.

And this Huanglongshi is Zhang Fuyao's disciple.

"Let me ask you, new valleys are basking in the sun, oranges are hanging high, fishermen are wearing capes, old farmers are fighting hoes, women are picking mulberries, young children are herding cattle, old women are pounding clothes, iron armor is clanging, swords are like frost, drums are beating like thunder, and iron cavalry Protruding, arrows raining down, smoke rising everywhere, corpses all over the field, have you seen all kinds of things in the world?"

Following Zhang Fuyao's questions, vast and boundless pictures, as if between heaven and earth, on this Mirror Lake, were laid out one by one.

Farmers are working, fishermen are fishing in capes, wars are tearing up, smoke is everywhere, and corpses are everywhere.

A picture after another is like pulling people into that scene and experiencing it personally.

Seeing these pictures, Wu Mazu froze on the spot, tears fell like rain, the injustice burst out in his heart, and the scholarly anger shot up to the sky like wolf smoke.

The same is true for Wu Su, Li Chungang, Xu Fengnian and others.

Each of them has a heavy face and a sluggish momentum, watching the common people weeping blood, as if they feel the same.

It seems to be the old farmer, woman, and corpse in the picture... I can experience it personally, which makes people cry.

Dongfang's expression was still cold, and he watched all this indifferently.

He didn't expect Fuyao to reveal such a picture scroll when he asked.

This must have been experienced personally, and it is firmly in the heart, so that there is such a feeling, and a word makes people feel immersive.

"I haven't seen it...but...I killed it!"

There is no emotion in Dongfang's heart, and he thinks of the several worlds he has experienced in his mind, and those armors have wept blood in his hands.

Those pictures were once created by him.

As soon as the words came out at this moment, the terrifying murderous aura was like an angry bullfighting, directly tearing the picture scroll in front of him.

The murderous aura accumulated in several worlds is simply beyond people's imagination.

The [-] army that was proud of the world with a single sword collapsed.

The 40 troops killed by Condor World and their friends fled.

In Lu Xiaofeng's world, he entered the rivers and lakes and killed countless people.

The world of the Tang Dynasty... Walking in the world, the corpses of rebels, robbers, and gang members were scattered all over the field.

A mere picture...how could it possibly affect his mood.

Especially the devil's appearance, it can be said to be extremely cold.

"Killed?"

Zhang Fuyao, a Confucian saint who has lived for 800 years, is slightly dumbfounded at this moment.

Feeling the terrifying murderous aura, it was as cold as being in the endless ice, penetrating the bone marrow.

Even the water of the Mirror Lake around him was turning into frost little by little at this moment.

Seems to freeze a person's soul.

But... How could the girl in front of me, who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, possess such a terrifying murderous aura.

Killing intent condensing ice...how many people have to be killed.

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