Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 290 I would like to invite Confucian and Taoist sages by borrowing your three feet of grandeur
The city of Xiangyang was broken, and the news couldn't be concealed at all.

Liu Guanshi of the Shangzhu Kingdom fought desperately to stop the Yuanmeng iron cavalry, and finally died, wrapped in horse leather, sleeping in the yellow sand. This news cannot be concealed either.

And Prince Zhao Shenyan led a team of ceremonial officials, intending to seek peace talks between Yuanmeng and prepare to cede land and compensate money to suspend the horseshoes of Yuanmeng iron cavalry. This news cannot be concealed either!
Three news, each more uproar than the last.

After it was passed back to Lin'an, it even caused an uproar.

The whole Lin'an was in turmoil, and many people felt a little absurd and speechless. Many generals were furious, murderous in their hearts, but they could only hold the handle of the knife, unable to rage.

Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu Kingdom was once a peerless general. Before he died, he did not fall into the title of peerless general. He chose to fight a fight to show his temper.

They didn't have weak legs, no timidity, no bowing their heads, begging for peace and cession?
Unless Yuanmeng cavalry stepped over their corpses.

The civil servants in Lin'an City also felt sorry for him, because not only Liu Guanshi died, but also Prince Zhao Shenyan.

That's the prince, the prince of a country, even though he was in the Great Zhao Dynasty, he was an iron emperor and a flowing prince.

but……

The prince died in an extremely humiliating way among Yuanmeng iron cavalry. It has to be said that this is also a shock.

What the civil servants are worried about is that the Yuanmeng side seems unwilling to seek peace and insists on attacking Xiangyang. This is not good news.

Their fear of the Yuanmeng Emperor is deeply rooted.

Therefore, they were terrified, worried that the Yuanmeng iron cavalry would really kill Lin'an. Although they were relying on God now, the development of the Immortal Land was too short, and there was still an Anle coalition army watching.

They are naturally very worried.

As for Liu Guanshi's death, for the civil servants, all the blame for the failure of the peace talks will only be placed on him.

They would feel that it was Liu Guanshi who insisted on fighting against Yuan Meng, which caused Emperor Yuan Meng to become angry from embarrassment, so the peace talks failed and there was no capital for the peace talks.

In the Academy of Arts, many students have heard the voice of the second master Pang Ji. Pang Ji has a high status in the Academy of Arts. Compared with the senior master Zhu Huoxi and the former third master Wang Banshan, he is more important to the students Heavy.

Because of the close relationship between Pang Ji and the court, many civil servants in the court are students of Pang Ji, so many students respect Pang Ji very much on weekdays.

However, this time, Pang Ji raised his arms and shouted in the academy, but no one responded.

They dare not respond.

cutting yuan?

They don't have the courage, besides...they don't think it's scholars like them who want to cut Yuan, what can they just scholars do?
It was the fault of Liu Guanshi, the warrior of Shangzhu Kingdom, that caused Yuanmeng to break through Xiangyang City. Why should scholars like them bear it?

Therefore, no one promised, even if it was mentioned by the respected Pang Ji, they never responded.

They even thought it was a joke.

Second Master...is this stupid?

……

……

The city of Xiangyang was destroyed, and the Yuanmeng iron cavalry continued to move southward. Wherever they passed, they were invincible. The army of the Great Zhao Dynasty had no intention of fighting at all.

After all, the news that Prince Zhao Shenyan went to the peace talks in person also came back, which shattered the desperate belief of many warriors.

The imperial court is planning peace talks, so what are they going to do?Does it make sense to go all out?
Even if he resisted Yuan Meng, wouldn't it be in exchange for peace talks between the court and Yuan Meng's army in the end?

It doesn't make any sense at all.

Therefore, along the way, Yuanmeng was like a broken bamboo.

The smoke and dust billowed, the earth trembled and the mountains shook, and the Yuanmeng iron cavalry was like a black cloud, covering it from north to south.

However, unexpectedly, the Yuanmeng iron cavalry did not do any dangerous actions to the people and merchants in the broken city along the way.

This situation made many people a little confused and confused. Although the city was taken over by Yuan Meng, at least... it was not slaughtered or persecuted.

After careful inquiring, many people found out that it was an agreement between Emperor Yuanmeng and the An family.

Emperor Yuanmeng was also a man of promise, since he promised Anle, he would not go back on his word. With his power, although the soldiers in the Yuanmeng army were eager to move, they still held back.

"Your Majesty, we actually don't need to abide by the agreement with An Le. How can we break through the city and not reap the spoils of war?"

In the queue of the Yuanmeng army, Marshal Tulei stepped onto Emperor Yuanmeng's chariot and suggested to Emperor Yuanmeng with a smile on his face.

"After this journey, I have to say that Dazhao's 500 years of development are really not in vain. He is too fat. In terms of wealth, he is indeed much stronger than our Yuanmeng. He also really knows how to enjoy himself. There are as many as five brothels... tsk."

Tulei has a big arm and a round waist, and his greatest hobby is to comfort a woman who has lost her husband and stumbled. He rubbed his hands and couldn't help admiring.

Zuo Xiangboyan shook his feather fan lightly and looked at Tu Lei with a half-smile.

He still couldn't see that it was Toure's own thoughts.

Of course, Boyan also knew that for the Yuanmeng army, it was indeed a bit painful for Baoshan to be ahead and not grab it.

However, after all, it was Emperor Yuanmeng who spoke in person, so they should obey or obey.

Inside the chariot, Emperor Yuanmeng slowly opened his eyes, and looked at Toure indifferently, with a terrifying pressure in his cold eyes.

"Toure, if you don't want the power of the dragon veins, Gu can take it back for you. If you don't want to take the position of marshal, there are others who are willing to take it."

Emperor Yuanmeng's voice was very indifferent.

This indifference made Toure suddenly change color, and he quickly knelt down on the ground.

"Gu has already spoken, how many times do you want Gu to say it?"

Emperor Yuanmeng leaned back on the chair, his whole body intertwined with each other.

Tu Lei hurriedly kowtowed, and as Emperor Yuan Meng stepped into the eleventh realm, his prestige became even greater, and he was even more terrifying than before.

If they were still human before, then the current Emperor Yuanmeng felt like a god to them!

As a strong man who has followed Emperor Yuanmeng for so long, Toure naturally knows whether Emperor Yuanmeng is really angry or fake.

"Your Majesty, the minister is wrong, Toure is wrong."

Toure hurriedly said, not daring to mention it again.

Inside the chariot, the other powerhouses were also silent, not daring to say anything more.

Zuo Xiangboyan continued to shake his feather fan, shook his head with a chuckle, and looked at Toure with pity.

"Do you really think Gu is here to keep the agreement with An Le?"

Emperor Yuanmeng had a burly body and spoke indifferently.

Everyone was stunned, only Bo Yan was not surprised.

Toure knelt on the ground, raised his head, scratched the back of his head with braids, and asked doubtfully, "Isn't it?"

Emperor Yuan Meng was a little speechless. With this guy's IQ, it is rare to be able to cultivate to such a high level. It is really not easy.

Zuo Xiangboyan covered his mouth with a feather fan and couldn't help laughing.

"It is the power of the dragon veins of the Middle Earth that helps you to rise to the tenth level. The power of the dragon veins must be strong, and it is not feasible to kill recklessly. The people of Dazhao were originally the people of Zhongtu. Although Dazhao moved south, But the roots are in the Middle Earth, so... if I break through a city, I will slaughter a city... the power of the dragon veins will only become more and more exhausted."

Zuo Xiangbo said softly.

Emperor Yuanmeng showed appreciation on his face, and it was obvious that Bo Yan was right.

His burly body sat upright on a chair.

"Gu will not be afraid of An Le, why should we make an agreement with him, even though we say that we will attack Zhao and the land of ascending immortals together...but even if we don't, so what?"

"Of course, since Gu agreed, and the power of the dragon veins has this demand, then it will naturally follow this demand."

Emperor Yuanmeng leaned on the chair and said lightly.

"This is the last time Gu said, anyone who asks again will be punished by Gu, and the army should pay more attention."

Zuo Xiangboyan immediately cupped his fists and bowed, expressing his obedience.

Toure, who was kneeling on the ground, nodded again and again.

It turns out that it has something to do with the power of the dragon veins... that really needs to be restrained.

Toure is now able to step into the tenth realm, but it is closely related to the power of the dragon vein. If it is not for the power of a dragon vein to bless him, it may take some time for him to break through the tenth realm, or he may not even be able to break through.

Naturally, he cherishes this opportunity very much, and he will be in a hurry with anyone who dares to destroy this opportunity.

suddenly.

The chariot stopped slowly.

Toure was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong? De'an Fucheng is here?"

Zuo Xiangboyan shook his head and frowned slightly, as if he hadn't expected this situation.

Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes were deep, and he sat on the chair without much movement. The power of the nine dragon veins around him was like nine dragons winding, interweaving and strengthening his aura.

His eyes looked out of the chariot, as if he could see through the chariot.

……

The morning light is faint, there is mist floating on the field, the sky is dark, the dew on the grass leaves reflects the light in the environment, like fireflies in the dark night.

On the field, the green grass swayed slowly in the breeze, and there were hanging dewdrops.

A figure came from the other side of the wilderness, walking slowly, thin body, stooped figure, old face...

In his dying years, it seemed that he would be blown down by a gust of wind at any time.

The figure was wearing a washed blue shirt that was almost whitish, with white hair all over, fluttering messily in the wind.

On the other side of the field, there are Yuanmeng iron cavalry, a mighty and dense army.

The terrifying military force, like a bloody flame, burns in the field, soaring into the sky, distorting the heaven and earth, making people's souls terrified and their bodies trembling.

That is the number one army in the world, the Yuanmeng iron cavalry, invincible in all directions, crushing countless powerful enemies!

The old man's thin body slowly raised his head, his eyes were cloudy, with some relief and relief.

Relief because he was finally able to atone for what he did.

The reason for the relief is that only by facing the horror of the Yuanmeng iron cavalry can we understand why so many people fear the Yuanmeng iron cavalry and choose to retreat and choose peace talks.

"However, when a country's life and death are in danger, how can you choose to shrink back because of fear, throw your own face on the ground, and trample on it to your heart's content? Scholars should not be like this. Scholars must not only have the wisdom to govern the country, but also have to resist the enemy. courage."

The old man spoke softly, as if he was teaching his students in the black tiles and white walls of the Academy of Arts on weekdays.

But at this moment, there was no student behind him.

No one listens to his teachings, only he himself listens.

Among the Yuanmeng army, Tulei had already stepped out of the chariot and stood on the chariot, wearing armor and squinting his eyes.

"Just an old man?"

"The mere old man, intends to stop the Yuanmeng iron cavalry by himself?"

There was a disdainful smile on Toure's lips.

This big Zhao is really getting more and more stupid.

He stood condescendingly on the chariot, looked down at the old man, and said with a sneer: "Old man, you are also here for peace talks, right?"

Although there is a field apart, one is on this side of the field and the other is on the other side of the field, but what level Toure is now, the voice of his mouth can be clearly transmitted to the old man's ears.

The ridicule was also passed on intact.

"To be ridiculed like this..."

The old man's body trembled slightly.

However, he knew that Da Zhao deserved it.

His face full of ravines calmed down, he raised his head, his gaze was as deep as two stars in the dark night, he looked directly at the densely packed army, without any fear at all.

He saw Toure standing on the chariot, and calmly said: "No peace talks, come to atone, come... to cut Yuan."

The wind blew again in the field, and the green grass swayed all over the ground, lowering his figure.

The words of the old man spread along the wind to the ears of every soldier in the Yuanmeng army, and there was a deafening laugh.

"Where did the old thing come from? He's really not afraid of death... Returning Yuan Yuan?"

"You are the only one who deserves Fayuan?"

"Are you here alone to cut Yuan?"

"Do you think you are that monster An Le? Or that reincarnated fairy in Da Zhao's Lin'an Mansion?"

Toure made no secret of his sarcasm, full of laughter and disdain.

Then, the laughter stopped, he raised his hand, and pressed it down suddenly.

"Run over."

The voice was cold.

One order!
The war horse neighed, and murderous intent suddenly surged between the sky and the earth. The terrifying army turned into a blood-colored god of war, trampled on the earth, and the earth trembled!

On the field.

The old man in the green shirt slowly raised his hands, swung them in a semicircle in front of him, and stretched out the soles of his worn-out cloth shoes, also marking a circle on the grass.

"College of Literature, Pang Ji."

With a soft voice, he also started to take steps, and the wind outlined his thin body.

He was walking faster and faster, reciting the books of sages and the chapters of masterpieces that once belonged to him. There was a surge of righteousness that belonged to him in his body, like a white python condensing around his body, walking on the field He raised his head high, opened his mouth wide and roared.

The dark Yuanmeng cavalry rushed forward.

The thin Confucian shirt is also running in the field, and the white hair is flying against the wind.

Like a mayfly, it slammed into a towering tree.

……

In the army chariot.

The palace in the chariot presents a picture of the field.

Emperor Yuanmeng sat on the chair, his face didn't change much.

"Who is he?"

Emperor Yuanmeng said indifferently.

"Pang Ji of the Academy of Literature... the second master of the Academy of Literature, a person who is not to be feared, Zhu Huoxi, the senior master of the Academy of Arts, compared with the third master Wang Banshan who has built an academy in Xiliang City and is blessed by the stele of Wenqu, Most insignificant."

"Because this person is too deeply involved with the court of Great Zhao, the disciples he cultivated are all civil servants for the court of Great Zhao."

"Our evaluation of him...a sour Confucian scholar, corrupted by prosperity and wealth, has long lost his original intention of being a scholar, a dignified Confucian scholar."

Zuo Xiangboyan shook his feather fan lightly, and talked about his judgment.

"However, today's move is really incomprehensible..."

Boyan said.

How could Pang Ji come here alone to stop the Yuanmeng army, clamoring to attack Yuan?

Is there an entire army of scholars from the Academy of Arts behind him?

I heard that the greatness of scholars can form a river, but one person can form an army.

However, looking at Pang Ji, who is thin and charging alone...it seems that the situation is not what he imagined.

Pang Ji...doesn't seem to have any reinforcements.

"He has a heart for death."

Emperor Yuan Meng said.

He slowly straightened his body, looking at the old figure in his eyes, with a little... interest, and a little bit of excitement.

……

……

In Jiangzhou city.

in the tavern.

It was raining lightly, and the rainwater condensed on the windowsill of the tavern into a bead-like rain curtain, pouring down continuously.

An Le had already finished sorting out the harvest, and was continuing to drink.

He could feel the tyrannical aura in Jiangzhou City, which was the transformation that happened when Lu Yishan, Li Youan and others were refining the original pearl.

The aroused aura of heaven and earth is extremely majestic, causing changes in the celestial phenomena.

This heavy rain will last for a long time, until they complete a breakthrough, the rain will stop and the sun will emerge.

Suddenly, An Le paused in toasting, and raised her eyebrows.

In the body, the fifth mountain and river tripod was shaking slightly. This mountain and river tripod, which was refined with the help of the righteousness of the third mountain master Wen Lu Shang, had a very obvious sense of the grandeur between heaven and earth.

At this moment, it seemed that something special was vaguely sensed.

"Someone extradited Haoran, and... the extremely huge Haoran?"

An Le was surprised.

In this world, there are only a few people who can attract Haoran, and it is impossible to attract such Haoran...

"Is it the Academy?"

An Le thought of a place he hadn't expected.

He looked to the north, which was the direction of the Yuanmeng iron cavalry going south. Could this awe-inspiring movement be on the way to fight Yuanmeng?Scholars from the Academy of Arts go to the Yuan Dynasty?

impossible.

An Le immediately vetoed this point. Scholars in the Academy of Arts... can't have such courage.

The Academy of Arts in Lin'an has long been reduced to a gilded place for the rich and powerful, and has long been a place for chasing fame and fortune.

Those scholars have long since lost their spirit.

If the scholars of the Wenyuan can go out collectively and fight against Yuanmeng, Anle will not be able to pull the Wenqu stele away from the Wenyuan, and there is no need to build another academy in Xiliang City.

An Le flicked her fingers.

A stream of light shot out, and the silver light was very gorgeous.

It was the war puppet he hadn't used for a long time.

As Anle's cultivation reached the level of ten realms and three disasters, the combat power of the war puppet also reached the level of ten realms and three disasters.

A war puppet of this level, in this world, he can go as he pleases.

Moreover, this battle puppet is based on Emperor Yuanmeng, with superior combat power, coupled with the blessing of An Le's hole cards, he can definitely become a first-class powerhouse in the world.

In Jiangzhou City, although there are strong people like clouds, An Le is still not at ease. After all, Lu Yishan, Li Youan, Lao Tianshi and Lao Jiansheng are using the Origin Orb. Lu Yishan and Li Youan may not be able to reach the eleventh realm, but the old The Celestial Master and the old Juggernaut have the capital to attack the eleventh realm.

An Le naturally needs to help them protect the law.

In case Zhao Xianyou sent other eleven realms to make trouble, An Le could at least stop them in time.

With a thought, the power endowed by the third-order spiritual river was extremely majestic, pouring into the war puppet.

In fact, in just a short while, An Le's spiritual power has detected the situation, and it turns out that the second master Pang Ji is fighting against Yuan Meng alone.

"Atonement for sin?"

"Is this a realization of my mistake?"

Anle drank a glass of wine.

An Le doesn't have much resentment towards her second wife, Pang Ji.

There is not much animosity between each other.

Now, seeing the second master Pang Ji appearing in the wilderness, attacking Yuanmeng alone, with the idea of ​​going to death, An Le can't help feeling sorry for it.

He felt a kind of sadness, a kind of powerlessness, a kind of self-blame and repentance from the second master.

Perhaps, he felt that Lin'an Academy of Arts would become what it is today, because of his inseparable reasons.

An Le's real body never rushed there, so he flicked his fingers and manipulated the war puppet to go.

……

……

On the field.

The dense Yuanmeng cavalry swallowed Pang Ji's body in an instant, like a terrifying river and sea, swallowing an inconspicuous reef.

Suddenly, the reef emerged from the sea, as if piercing through the turbulent sea, standing still.

The majestic and turbulent, like a tornado, Pang Ji pressed it with his bare hands, and several Yuanmeng cavalry in armor were crushed.

It was just the first collision, and the Yuanmeng iron cavalry, which was thought to be crushed, was torn open a gap.

Every time Pang Ji lowered his palm, he would bleed out the elite soldiers in armor, and even die directly. The surrounding area was emptied by the Haoran White Python, leaving a vacuum.

In the face of a siege, the best way is to keep the surrounding area empty, so that there is room to respond. If you are suppressed by a hive, you will easily fall into a passive position and need a very fast response to deal with attacks from all directions.

Pang Ji obviously did this with ease.

"Ten realms!"

Standing on the chariot, Toure's eyes froze, and the next moment, his body disappeared in place, holding a big axe, he swung it up violently, and slammed it down.

With the momentum of splitting the mountain, the power of the avenue is released, which is extremely terrifying.

The Haoran white python collided and collided with the big ax that split the mountain. A powerful air wave blew away in front of the two, instantly blasting layers of soil, and the weeds growing on the field were also torn to pieces by the terrifying force , fried into powder.

Tulei roared angrily, and with the power of the dragon veins, like a meandering earth-colored dragon, he wailed and bit at Pang Ji's Haoran white python.

However, on Pang Ji's ravine-filled face, there was not much color change.

He resisted Toure's pressure, did not flinch, and took a step forward brazenly.

Taking this step, the grandeur in his body surged up again, and Pang Ji's vitality, soul, and everything in his life burned at this moment.

The Haoran white python ignited the flames, became hot, and grew stronger, suppressing the power of the dragon veins.

Toure's expression froze slightly.

"The old man raised his arms in Lin'an, and wanted to let the scholars in Lin'an come to attack Yuan, but unfortunately...no one followed the old man's footsteps. At that moment, the old man was confused. The students of the professor, those officials... Maybe it was all a mistake. .”

"But it doesn't matter. Today, the old man responded to himself and came to cut Yuan."

Pang Ji laughed.

His eyes were bright, and he raised his head to look at the light curtain of morning light that tore through the clouds. His eyes were bright and full of vigor.

"Today, I will use your three-foot awe-inspiring power to defeat Yuanmeng!"

Pang Jigao drank.

The words fell, mighty, fierce and staunch.

Toure, who was confronting Pang Ji, was shocked all over, and only felt a chill.

Pang Ji stared at the sky desperately.

Suddenly, at the end of the sky, a figure slowly emerged. It was a puppet, whose face could not be seen clearly, but with a burly body.

He said lightly: "Borrowing Haoran to cut Yuan is for Haoran's business. I borrowed it."

Pang Ji's body shook violently, his face was extremely complicated, and then he shook his head and smiled wryly.

"Thank you Mr. An." Pang Ji said.

boom!
Toure, who was confronting Pang Ji, trembled all over, and a touch of panic emerged in his heart.

Anle?

Where?where? !
He immediately got away, no longer confronted Pang Ji, turned into a streamer and retreated to the chariot...

Inside the carriage.

Emperor Yuan Meng's eyes fell on the war puppet, his eyes were deep, and he vaguely felt a familiar aura on the war puppet.

However, at this time, he did not deal with the war puppet.

Instead, he looked at Pang Ji.

Borrow awe-inspiring from the awe-inspiring people in the world?
In the sky, the war puppet floated, raised his hand, and suddenly a majestic sword energy surged down, and diffused into Pang Ji's body at an extremely fast speed.

Pang Ji's body shook.

He smiled gratefully, cupped his fists and bowed: "Mr. An, what happened in the past is all the old man's fault. It is also the old man's fault that the Academy of Arts has come to the present point. Today, the old man is not only cutting Yuan, but also atonement."

The third holy mountain.

On the holy mountain, between the small buildings.

The tall and straight body of the third mountain master walked out of the house and looked in one direction.

"Use Haoran to cut Yuan?"

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed with manifolds."

"borrowed."

The words fall.

The body of the third mountain lord suddenly erupted with a terrifying torrent of righteousness, white as a river and sea, pouring into the sky, across the clouds, and crashing towards the distant field like a waterfall flying down.

……

Jiangzhou City.

Wang Banshan was preaching in the city, and many students in Confucian shirts followed him, listening quietly.

Suddenly, Wang Banshan stopped talking and raised his head to look in one direction.

His expression suddenly became very complicated.

"Second Master...you will return from a lost path."

"The biggest fault is not you, but the environment of Lin'an, and those students whose minds are unstable."

"However, today you are fighting Yuan alone, and you have the will to die. I will not spoil your interest."

"You and I have also talked with each other, admired poetry and paintings, traveled on lakes and boats, exchanged knowledge..."

"I borrowed it."

The second master, Wang Banshan, sighed, holding a book of sages and sages, the Confucian shirt on his body suddenly flew up, and the awe-inspiring blast poured into the sky, crashing into the sky.

……

Along the ancient road, in the long pavilion.

Zhu Huoxi, the doctor's son, with his Confucian shirt flying, his hands behind his back, and his eyes are complicated.

He didn't say much, didn't feel much emotion.

What should be sighed, what should be said, he said to Pang Ji in front of Basho at the Academy of Arts.

Now, Pang Ji borrowed Haoran, so he borrowed it.

A surge of grandeur burst out from the long pavilion.

……

Xiliang City.

In the academy, the static Wenqu stele suddenly glowed with stars.

A little bit of arrogance surged out of it, turning into a long river and rushing towards the sky.

……

……

On the field.

Pang Ji raised his head, tears filled his eyes.

He looked at the majestic one after another that emerged from the sky, and felt mixed feelings in his heart.

As you hear the news, you can die in the evening.

Today, what he heard was the same way.

Only then did he know how to reach a state of like-mindedness with these people, and now that he knows, he will die overnight.

He sensed the grandeur of too many familiar people.

He sensed Wang Banshan's Haoran who had gone on a stranger's road, and he still remembered those years with Wang Banshan.

"Pang Ji, thank you all."

Pang Ji clasped his fists and bowed, holding a big gift.

next moment.

The mighty river flowed into his body.

Boom boom boom!
Pang Ji's body galloped straight up, suspended in the mid-air, his old age disappeared, his white hair turned black, the gully disappeared, his brilliance flowed back like years, his rickets disappeared, and he was tall and straight like a pine!
Pang Ji's whole body began to glow.

He is bathed in the awe-inspiring spirit borrowed from all the awe-inspiring beings in the world.

Laugh out loud.

The aura on his body kept rising. Originally, he had just entered the ten realms and one disaster, but at this moment, he broke the shackles and continued to climb.

Two disasters in the ten realms, three disasters, the half-step venerable, the original realm!
Climb steadily!
at the same time.

Behind Pang Ji, there is even a huge light and shadow condensed by Haoran.

"Today, I will use your three-foot arrogance to invite Confucian and Taoist sages to defeat Yuanmeng!"

Pang Ji has the light and shadow of a saint on his back.

Raising his hand to draw a circle, the heavens and the earth gave birth to a giant palm, and he patted the Yuanmeng cavalry army from afar.

"Today, invite Emperor Yuanmeng to die."

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