Great Blue Night Watchman

The fusion of the holy rank is an opportunity that almost all quasi-saints hope to encounter.

This is especially true for the holy rank of the Way of Literature.

Because the saints of the Way of Literature were given the responsibility of managing this path by the Heavenly Dao at the beginning of their birth, the saints of the Way of Literature are naturally half a step higher than the saints of the Way of Cultivation.

However, there is a sequelae of the fusion of the holy rank.

That is, it is bound to the direction of the path.

If Lin Su fuses the holy rank of the Saint of Painting, and then uses this holy rank as a guide to embark on his path to becoming a saint, his future holy path must be based on the Way of Painting.

Most people do not have difficulty in choosing, because in the minds of most people, as long as they become a saint, they don’t care what path it is.

But Lin Su does not want to be bound by such a small holy rank for the rest of his life.

The saint he wants is a saint who can fuse his three paths into one, and it should never be a side door of the Way of Literature!

Lin Su slowly raised his eyes and stared at the eye of the heavenly way in the sky: "If the heavenly way is the father, all living beings are the sons. Think about it, you are actually quite sad. You are getting old and your life is in danger, and you have to pave the way for your children with your own blood and essence... I will return this holy frame to you. I hope it can keep you alive for a few more years!"

With a puff, the holy frame was crushed in Lin Su's hand.

The strands of holy machine centered on his palm, through the mysterious passage, straight to the top of the Absolute Dao Mountain.

In the sky, the dense dark clouds suddenly parted, revealing a ray of brilliant sunset...

The sunset seemed to be an alternative eye, falling on Lin Su's face through the gap...

The glow of the sunset reflected back, and the clouds in the sky turned blood red at this moment...

The sound of mourning music rose, and the blood rain filled the sky...

Floating in the mountains and rivers of foreign lands, floating in the three heavens, floating in the holy lake, and also floating in the seven countries and thirteen states...

"The Holy Death!" In the Purple Gold Pavilion of the Great Cang Kingdom, Ji Guang suddenly opened the window on the left and looked at the sky from afar, with a look of doubt on his face.

Zhang Haoran, who was opposite him, also changed his expression: "Which saint is it?"

Zhang Juzheng, who was opposite, had a gleam in his eyes: "Above the sky, thousands of miles of snow-capped mountains, the moon is faint, the moon on the snow-capped mountains at night... painting... the painter!"

His voice changed.

Ji Guang and Zhang Haoran's hearts were pounding at the same time.

The Three Heavens were too far away from them, and the death of the saint should also be extremely far away from them.

However, they could not ignore one thing, the entanglement between Lin Su and the Saint of Painting.

There are seventeen saints in the world, no, now there are eighteen including the military family, but only one family has the worst relationship with Lin Su, that is the Saint of Painting.

They also secretly speculated that when Lin Su entered the temple, the time bomb buried in the world would suddenly explode one day and become a disaster for Lin Su.

And today, a saint who might cause a disaster for Lin Su fell!

What happened?

How did the Great Dao Confrontation unfold in the Three Heavens?

Why did two saints fall in less than a year? First there was the music saint, then there was the painting saint, who will be next?

Zhang Juzheng's white beard trembled slightly: "Now I really want to see my father. I want to ask him what happened in the temple..."

If there is still one person to ask about the secrets of the three layers, this person is undoubtedly his father who has been away for more than 30 years.

He doesn't know what position his father holds, he doesn't even know whether his father is alive or dead, but he must be able to understand the inside story of the temple. He hopes to find out how far the only literary genius he cares about has come.

He would never think of it.

His father is already the master of the temple.

And the person he was concerned about had just killed the painting saint with his own hands...

The ancestral pavilion of the painting saint's family collapsed, the ancestral tablets were torn into pieces, the ancestral statues turned into dust, the saint and the elders trembled all over, and behind them, the mysterious Peach Blossom Land, the flowers withered, and the holy aura that protected the holy family for thousands of years disappeared in an instant...

The painting palace of the holy temple was silent, and everyone's backs felt cold at the same time...

In the third heaven, the Confucian saint stood up and looked into the sky. The holy light in his eyes was circling for thousands of miles, but he still couldn't see what happened.

"Confucian master, the painting master fell, but what kind of change happened?"

The poet took a step to the Confucian capital.

The strategist took a step to the Confucian capital.

The wise saint took a step to the Confucian capital.

The flags that fluttered in the wind on the military capital suddenly stopped at this moment.

On the chess capital, the chess saint took a step through the air and landed in front of the military saint.

"The painting saint went out of the pass, but even the Confucian saint didn't know why he went out of the pass!" said the chess saint.

The military saint suddenly raised his eyes: "Do you really not know, or are you pretending not to know? Who knows?"

The chess saint's eyes seemed to turn into black and white chess pieces again, and his expression was extremely serious...

Thousands of miles away, the Confucian capital!

The Confucian saint's Dharma image suddenly enlarged, and this enlargement seemed to cover the sky and the earth. He slowly turned in the air and swept across, as if sweeping across the mountains and rivers: "Dharma Master!"

"Here!"

The Dharma Saint's Dharma image also enlarged.

"Investigate immediately who killed the painting master. No matter who it was, no matter who was implicated, bring them all to the Heavenly Dao Holy Altar!"

The Dharma Saint bowed slightly: "That's right!"

The Confucian saint's Dharma image opened his eyes, with infinite majesty, and looked at the military capital.

Above the military capital, the military saint and the chess saint stood side by side.

They also felt the huge deterrent power brought by this Dharma image.

They knew clearly that the Confucian saint had murderous intentions.

The Confucian saint's target was also extremely clear.

There were only a handful of people in the world who could kill the painting saint, and the most likely one was the military saint.

Whether it was him, other saints in his camp, or saints from foreign lands, as long as they were found to be related to any saint in the camp of the military saint, he would have a reason to take action!

At this point, it was no longer a fight in the ordinary sense.

Instead, all the cards were revealed, and they fought hand to hand.

Because, killing a saint was originally a matter of losing the bottom line, and it was originally not tolerated by the holy rules of the heavenly way!

Anyone who broke this bottom line should pay the price!

One order...

One answer...

The chill instantly enveloped the three heavens, and all the saints were beating wildly...

Suddenly, a holy light rose from the distant Mianzun Bridge!

The holy light turned into a holy curtain, from the other side of the Mianzun Bridge, across the three heavens.

A person walked slowly on the bridge, with three holy lights behind his head, it was Lin Su.

Lin Su's voice came: "No need to investigate, the painting saint, died in my hands!"

Ten words came, and the two Dharma images in the air turned around at the same time and stared at Lin Su.

Above the military capital, the military flag that had just been rolled up was motionless again.

The entire three heavens were as silent as the eternal night, and a suffocating aura enveloped the three heavens.

Everyone was stunned...

Lin Su said lightly: "If the Confucian Master wants to enter the Heavenly Dao Holy Altar, I will enter the Heavenly Dao Holy Altar. All the saints, please!"

One step out, a big step!

Across the sky, directly in front of the Heavenly Dao Holy Altar.

He gently stretched out his hand, and the door of the Heavenly Dao Holy Altar opened with a rumble.

The holy light in the sky was bright, and sixteen saints fell from the sky at the same time.

Staring at Lin Su who walked in step by step from the door.

Lin Su slowly raised his head: "The Painting Saint is a fellow traveler of Fengya! He is a foreign evil demon, and he is also the devil eagle who destroyed the Three Thousand Confucian Temples with his own hands a thousand years ago!"

In just one sentence, there was a big turmoil in the Heavenly Dao Holy Altar.

The Dharma Saint slowly lowered his head, his eyes like Dharma chains, the chains in the air clattered: "What evidence?"

Lin Su said: "Look!"

His eyebrows lit up, and a projection appeared in front of the saints...

A strange mountain...

A butterfly...

The butterfly turned into the Painting Saint...

After a conversation, Lin Su revealed his true face, and the Painting Saint did not deny it...

The image ended here, and the Heavenly Dao Holy Altar was as quiet as night.

The saints' hearts were pounding. The image could be faked, but this image was not just an image. It was captured by the great power of the Tao, and there was aura in it.

The aura was exactly the aura of the Painting Saint. Under the monitoring of the saints, no one could fake it.

The Painting Saint was really the devil eagle that destroyed the three thousand Confucian temples outside the Guancheng that day.

As long as there was this recognition, Lin Su's killing of the Painting Saint was justified.

The Sage of War slowly leaned forward: "The Sage of Literature and Taoism, a foreign evil demon, destroyed three thousand Confucian temples with his own hands, and his hands were stained with the blood of the human race! I dare to ask the saints, do you still want to ask Lin Su about the crime of killing the saint?"

The saints were completely speechless.

The boundless momentum of the Sage of Confucianism and the Sage of Law at the beginning disappeared under this image.

Facts speak louder than words.

The facts are there, how to argue?

The Sage of Confucianism sighed: "The human heart is in the realm of benevolence, the heart of the devil is in the realm of demons, people and ghosts are on different paths and cannot communicate with each other. Wu Zheng is actually a traitor from a foreign land. Who would have thought? How did Lin Zhunsheng see through this traitor? How did he kill this traitor?"

Wu Zheng is the real name of the Sage of Painting.

Under normal circumstances, no one mentions the real name of the saint, but now that the Sage of Painting has been judged as a foreign traitor, he naturally cannot be called the Sage of Painting.

The change of this name means that the position of the Sage of Confucianism has changed fundamentally.

Of course, he must also change.

His topic is also a common doubt among all the saints...

Painting Saint, oh, no, Wu Zheng has been exposed at this moment, this is the result.

They already know the result, so what about the process?

How did you find out this cunning traitor?

How did you kill him as a quasi-saint?

The video only records the first half of the conversation between Lin Su and Painting Saint Wu Zheng, missing the middle link of him answering questions for Painting Saint. This middle link is related to the great changes of foreign saints, and Lin Su certainly cannot disclose it to all the saints.

What about facing the doubts of all the saints?

Speak with your mouth...

Lin Su said: "For this matter, we should owe a favor to a race, the Spirit Race! If it weren't for the Spirit Race risking to leave the ten secret leaves that were destroyed in the Confucian Temple, I would never have been able to capture the aura of the Saint of Literature and Taoism hidden in this secret leaf..."

That day, Lin Su went to the Spirit Race and got ten secret leaves from the Spirit Race.

Through the secret leaf, he sensitively captured the sacred power of the so-called demon eagle (this original leaf is also displayed in front of the saints at this moment. It is the original one, not the one that Lin Su presented to the hall master hall later and was deleted. This leaf fell into the eyes of the saints, and half of the saints could also sensitively discover the sacred power of the literature and Tao inside through this leaf).

After discovering the sacred power of the literature and Tao, Lin Su knew that the so-called "Eagle Demon" that day was actually a human saint of the literature and Tao in disguise, and he also knew that there must be foreign visitors in the three heavens.

In order to lure out this cunning visitor, Lin Su entered the hall master hall and passed on a message: as long as the phantom spirit root is found, the Zhoutian Mirror can be taken to the next level, and the qi left on this layer of secret leaves can be transformed into physical spiritual dew, so as to find the real body of this person.

The traitor was anxious when he heard it.

He had only two ways, either to kill Lin Su and destroy the Zhoutian Mirror.

Or to destroy the phantom spirit root.

It was difficult for him to kill Lin Su with one blow, so he used secret channels to find out where the phantom root was.

There was no phantom spirit root in this area of ​​the world originally, but there was one that had just grown on the top of Juedao Mountain outside Guancheng.

Lin Su had been to Juedao Mountain, he knew.

He also believed that this powerful traitor could find this top-secret clue.

Therefore, he waited in Juedao Mountain until this traitor appeared. This traitor was the Painting Saint!

This was the whole process by which he could uncover the traitor.

The use of a strategy!

It sounds extremely complicated, but when Lin Suyi interpreted it, it was not complicated. However, the wisdom and military thinking that penetrated it still opened the eyes of all the saints.

Zhisheng sighed: "Lin Zhunsheng's plan is based on other people's plans and calculations. He is the genius of true wisdom!"

He himself is the ultimate in wisdom, and his praise is truly the highest evaluation of wisdom in the world.

Lin Su bowed and thanked.

The Confucian sage nodded slightly: "The true descendants are to be feared. Lin Zhunsheng cleverly designed a clever plan to lure the snake out of the hole. It should be a good story passed down through the ages by the literary world. So, how did Lin Zhunsheng kill this traitor?"

Yes, this may be what the saints are most concerned about.

Whether it was the saint on Lin Su's side or the saint on his opposite side, they all wanted to know what level the real combat power of Lin Su, the quasi-sage of heaven, was.

Whether it is really possible to kill the saint.

Lin Su bowed: "The students have recorded the entire process of the execution and presented it to all the saints!"

His brows brightened again, and the battle process was clearly presented...

In the confrontation between Shengwei, Lin Su was slightly inferior, but this was thrilling in itself.

The law of space treats the holy treasure lightly.

Lin Su broke through the realm of the quasi-sage of literature and art against the sacred realm of the standard saint.

Final blow!

No one blinked...

Wu Zheng abandoned his pen and used his fingers to paint mountains and rivers!

With this finger, all the saints were moved...

Lin Su's form of chaotic lotus is like a punishment from heaven, and all the saints are eclipsed...

And Lin Su's last words were deeply reflected in the hearts of all the saints, turning into an indescribable mark: "The Sword of Heaven was born here, and here, its power will be maximized! This is also the reason why I will The reason why you introduced Juedao Mountain!”

This sentence is truly in the eye of the beholder and the wise...

All the saints suddenly thought in extremely complicated ways...

The Soldier Saint slowly spoke: "Bi Luoshanhe! This thief's last attack was a standard move in the painting method of exotic demons. It merged with the Wen Dao but jumped out of the Wen Dao. This move truly completely locked his identity. Now when There is no objection, Wu Zheng is an alien demon, and he has two paths in one!"

This is what he saw.

This is what he reminded the saints.

Without this attack, there might be some saints who would raise objections as to whether things like images and qi machines could be forged, but this move sealed all doubts.

No one can fake such a method!

No one in the world can replicate such a method!

The Confucian sage let out a long sigh: "The invasion of evil spirits is really everywhere! This sage appointed this devil to be a saint on that day, so he should issue a book of sin to himself!"

The Poet Sage said: "The Confucian Master has already said that the invasion of evil spirits is so pervasive that no one among the saints can detect it. Is it the fault of the Confucian Master alone?"

Dharma Sage said: "What the poet said is true. When humans and demons fight, they will use all possible means. It has been said in ancient times that it is not a sin for those who do not know. If it is a sin, this crime should not be punished by the Confucian Master. Back, we are all guilty!”

The people on Bingsheng's side looked at each other...

here we go again!

Lin Su slowly raised his head: "Students think that the words of Confucianism are reasonable. Above the holy way, upright and bright is the great way. Saints should set an example for the world. Even slight flaws are also mistakes, and unintentional mistakes are also sins! The early stage is elegant. This incident of Wu Zheng, Confucian Zun, as an imperial sage, caused the two evil spirits to control the two roads for thousands of years, which caused the destruction of three thousand Confucian temples, the suffering of hundreds of millions of people, the loss of the eighty thousand miles of Burial State, and finally You can’t just say ‘oversight’ and just brush it off!”

His voice came from the bottom of the Tiandao Holy Altar, and seemed to be just a faint sound.

However, the weight of these words is as heavy as the entire altar.

Three thousand Confucian temples were destroyed...

Hundreds of millions of people are suffering...

Eighty thousand miles of territory lost...

Three major sins fell on the head of the Confucian sage at the same time.

This is... to blame the Confucian sage!

Who among the idle people dares to question the sinful saint?

Even if he is a saint, who would dare to accuse Confucian Zun?

But Lin Su dared!

The Altar of Heavenly Dao was opened today, originally to question Lin Su, but Lin Su broke the situation and fought back. As soon as he was freed from the shackles, he immediately pointed the finger at the Confucian saint. The angle was extremely correct, the reason was extremely reasonable, and he was truly righteous.

The Confucian sage's eyes slowly dropped: "This sage has already said that he will issue the Book of Sinners!"

Lin Su smiled faintly: "When the Fengya Dongchuang incident happened earlier, Confucian Zun also said that he would issue a heavenly book to sin against oneself, but where is the heavenly book? Could it be that Ruzun's sin against oneself is just a word of mouth? Confucianism uses 'benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom and trust' to build the foundation of Taoism. As a matter of faith, doesn’t Confucianism intend to unite knowledge and action?”

All the saints were shocked.

This is where the real edge comes to the fore.

Lin Su showed no fear in the face of the Confucian sage. His words were sharp and his angles were precise, all like a sharp sword in his hand. He showed no mercy and ignored all taboos.

Even the Zongheng Sage, who has always spoken highly of him, and even the Wisdom Sage, who knows everything about the world, can't say anything at this moment, because the Confucian Sage did say this that day.

Moreover, the foundation of Confucianism does have "faith" as its foundation.

Lin Su grasped a fact and the foundation of the holy way, and forced the Confucian sage to fulfill the promise of that day and immediately issue the Book of Sin!

The Soldier Saint's brows furrowed slightly. He didn't understand for a moment what formation this boy was setting up today.

The game of chess was rolling in Yi Sheng's eyes, and he didn't understand for a moment what chess piece fell on this kid's chessboard.

At their level, the game of chess is also very particular. They pay attention to the smallest cost in exchange for the greatest results. The balance of gains and losses must be subtle. Therefore, verbal disputes are meaningless to them. It is a symbolic "Book of Sin" It doesn't make sense to their camp either.

Therefore, from their point of view, they did not deliberately promote the publication of the Book of Sinners, because it would only embarrass the Confucian sages and would not be of any benefit to them.

Secular people have the pleasure of revenge and the desire to see their opponents embarrassed, but saints do not.

Could this be the fundamental reason why Lin Su grabbed the opponent's pain point and held on to it? ——This kid is not a true saint. His realm is not that transcendent. He is still a child in essence. He just likes to see his opponents embarrassed?

The Confucian sage slowly raised his eyes: "What Lin Zhunsheng said makes sense! This sage established the "Heavenly Book of Sins to Oneself"!"

He raised his hand slightly, and a piece of gold paper appeared in the void.

"In "The Book of Sinners", the original Le Saint Feng Ya was created by Lord Yanyu, Liu Ruyan, who forged his holy skills to steal the saint's sainthood and was named a Le Saint; the original painting was Saint Wu Zheng, who was an evil demon from outside the territory and concealed his identity to steal the saint's sainthood. He has caused great harm to the world and has been punished! This saint is the one appointed by these two demons to become a saint. He committed the crime of neglect and issued a book of sin to respect the way of heaven!"

"The Book of Sin" swept across the audience...

passing before the saints...

All the saints stared at this golden paper, their hearts filled with waves...

The "Book of Sinful Self" is a self-punishment for the saint's mistakes. It is a stain on the saint, so under normal circumstances, it rarely appears.

But today, it still appeared.

He was forcefully forced out by Lin Su.

Under this pressure, no matter how lenient the Confucian saint was, he was probably ready to eradicate Lin Su.

There will no longer be peace in the third heaven.

After the "Book of Sinful Self" swept across the circle in front of the saints, it fell through the air and floated in front of Lin Su.

The Confucian sage said calmly: "Lin Zhunsheng, can you see clearly?"

"I've seen it clearly!"

"The Heavenly Book of Sin" spirals up and reaches the highest point of the Heavenly Altar...

However, just as the circle started, Lin Su suddenly reached out and grabbed the gold paper.

On top of the golden paper, the holy power suddenly shook. Lin Su's hair flew high, but the golden paper in his palm was still firmly grasped.

"Lin Zhunsheng, what do you mean?" Although the Confucian sage's voice was gentle, it was extremely majestic.

Lin Su slowly raised his head: "Master Confucian, you have not owed anything to Heaven. What you have owed is the common people in the world! Therefore, your "Book of Sinful Self" should not be sent to the illusory Nine Heavens. You should send it to the Seven Kingdoms. Thirteen states!”

The Confucian sage's heart suddenly jumped...

All the saints suddenly lowered their heads...

The Soldier Saint was greatly moved. He finally understood what this kid was thinking. It was so unbelievable...

Lin Su said slowly: "The establishment of Lesheng has caused misty rain tower to cause harm to all living beings for thousands of years. How many imperial powers have been changed because of it? How many countries have perished because of it? How many people have died with hatred? How many people are still moaning and crying to this day? ? When the Painting Saint was established, in the past three thousand people died in a foreign land, and how many people in the 80,000-mile territory suffered unreasonable disasters? Therefore, the students had the courage to post this "Book of Sin" on the cultural walls of various countries, and also posted it on the walls of the saints. The walls of the temple allow hundreds of millions of people to truly feel the sincerity of Confucianism, and also feel the glory of the holy way that makes mistakes and punishes them!"

With a slight movement of his hand, countless points of light seemed to appear. Under him, seven countries and thirteen states seemed to appear suddenly...

The Confucian sage was shocked...

He was mature and prudent, he weighed the overall situation, and his thinking was already extraordinary. He could see the viciousness of Lin Su's move at a glance...

He, a Confucian sage, is almost the common master of the world.

His authority is the key to maintaining his co-ownership.

If this heavenly book of sins is really posted on the Wendao wall of the Seven Kingdoms and Thirteen States, his holy name will be covered in dust.

Confucians all over the world have suffered a great calamity!

But how could he say no?

He appointed the two saints as saints, and he must bear responsibility for the disasters caused by these two saints.

Lin Su's words are extremely righteous. This is to face the sins committed by the people of the world. What's the point of repenting in front of the illusory sky? You are not doing evil to God. The people you should repent of are the hundreds of billions of people in the seven countries and thirteen states! You should repent, and the entire temple!

His heart, which had never been in chaos, was finally in chaos at this moment...