Daqin: I became a saint by reading, and I started by summoning Daxue Longqi!

Xue Ji's sword came out, instantly dispelling a little of the endless black energy around Wei Zhuang.

Sweep away the haze.

Facing Wei Zhuang's majestic killing intent, he seemed to be much more relaxed.

The two used Changhong to penetrate the sun, and together with Xue Hou Chuqing, they rushed towards Wei Zhuang.

However, when faced with the ultimate move of the two, Wei Zhuang showed no fear.

Fight to fight!

Across the four directions, one after another sword style was cast out, presenting four changes in an instant.

Facing Gai Nie and Xiaoyaozi who were coming to kill him, Wei Zhuang's sword force suddenly split into two condensed black dragon phantom sword qi.

hoohoo!

The sound of the dragon's roar, the roar of two phantom black dragons shook the sky, filled with endless majesty.

It's like a great villain from ancient times.

And Wei Zhuang is the king!

The towering figure advances step by step, fighting against Gai Nie and Xiaoyaozi.

kill kill kill!

Fight, fight!

The Soul Devouring Prison is located on a mountain peak in the sea, surrounded by formations, and hundreds of families gather together.

Confucianism arranged formations to block everyone's way forward.

Of course, the formation is only an auxiliary function, and it is Zhang Liang, Fu Nian, Yan Lu, Gai Nie, Xiaoyaozi and others who really play an important role.

If it wasn't for them taking action to block the schools of thought and all major forces.

Formation can't stop everyone.

Seeing the emergence of forces one by one, facing the attack on Confucianism, the peasant family is eager to try.

The three hall masters of Shennong Hall, Gonggong Hall, and Siyue Hall, as well as all the disciples under their command, rushed towards Soul Devouring Prison one after another.

Situ Wanli, the master of Siyue Hall, held a long piano and plucked the strings.

A zither sound erupted like a wave, and the invisible sound wave lingered around, dispelling the white mist in the formation.

In the formation, Shenhua Lingmang turned into meteors, attacking the peasants.

Tian Zhong, the master of the Gonggong Hall, waved his hands, and streams of water emerged, turning into protective shields to resist for the peasants.

In the void surrounding Zhu's family, the master of Shennong Hall, flowers and plants are in full bloom, entwined with vines, extending towards Soul Eater Prison.

"Farmers, please stop here!"

In the white mist, figures came out one after another, wearing Confucian robes, they were disciples of Xiao Shengxian Zhuang.

One person's face was as gentle as jade, modest and polite, and said in a harmonious voice: "Brothers from the farm family, everyone is here for the safety of the common people in the world."

"Most of the farm disciples are born in poverty. They should know the sufferings of the people. If the murderers in the Soul Eater Prison are released, they will inevitably cause disaster to the world. By then, many people will die by their hands!"

"All the farmers, please stop!"

"Brother Confucianism!"

Situ Wanli said loudly: "I know you are worried about this, and the farmer is also aware of the risks involved. However, after discussion with the six elders of the farmer's house and the hall master, the farmer's family decided to open the Soul Devouring Prison. We have the means and confidence to control those criminals!"

"Besides, it's not without benefits to release those thugs. After controlling Soul Devouring Prison, they can become an important force for us anti-Qin fighters!"

The Zhu family on the side said seriously: "Not bad!"

"Confucianism should know that our farm philosophy is for the sake of the common people in the world, and it will not harm the world!"

"Moreover, Confucianism can unite with us, and together we will control Soul Devouring Prison!"

However, the Confucian disciple shook his head and sighed: "Since we can't convince the peasant brothers, then we have to fight!"

As the words fell, the robes of the Confucian disciples fluttered, and they pulled out the gentleman swords around their waists. The divine splendor in the formation turned into inscription blessings, and the white mist turned into long sword phantoms and merged into the long swords in their hands.

Boom boom boom!

The long sword buzzed, and the boundless righteousness burst out.

The Confucian disciples killed all the farmers.

Seeing that they couldn't convince each other, all the peasants, led by the three main hall masters, also killed Confucianism.

All means available.

The disciples of Siyue Hall held musical instruments, such as long pianos, bamboo flutes, or drums!

Playing and blowing, invisible sound waves permeate.

Under the shroud of sound waves, it can make people's blood soar, and even control the heart to vibrate with the sound of the piano, and then burst open.

However, Zhang Liang in the formation smiled faintly.

The spirits of heaven and earth gather under the white mist of the array to absorb the sound waves, greatly reducing their power.

And the Confucian disciples are not ordinary people, and they can easily resist the remaining power of the sound waves by agitating their blood and true energy.

The two sides fought a group.

Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie Xiaoyaozi fight each other.

Changhong Guanri and Xuehou Chuqing used it together, and there was an unexpected change.

The power of each other has greatly increased!

Wei Zhuang was a little surprised for a moment.

However, compared to Wei Zhuang's surprise.

Gai Nie was obviously even more shocked. In this fight, he actually felt that Wei Zhuang's strength seemed to be much stronger than before.

Even in the face of the joint attack of him and Xiaoyaozi, he was only at a disadvantage.

Show no sign of defeat!

"What happened to him?"

Gai Nie was puzzled.

However, Xiaoyaozi wanted to defeat Wei Zhuang wholeheartedly, so he used his sword moves again and continued to attack.

After all, this is a very good opportunity to practice kendo. Fighting with a kendo master like Wei Zhuang is good for his kendo growth, and there is Gai Nie beside him to cooperate.

"Hehehehe..."

A chuckle resounded over the formation, even the roar of everyone fighting each other could not cover it up.

In the dark!

Ying Ziye walked step by step on the waves, and the surrounding sea created waves, pushing him to the top of the mountain.

Tap the water with your toes.

The figure soared tens of feet into the air, striding forward, carrying a blood moon on its back, exuding endless coercion.

Just like the Emperor of the Night! ! !

Chapter 57 Fight against the heroes, who dares to stop!

The coast of the East China Sea!

Ying Ziye stood on a huge rock, looking down at the battlefield below him, his eyes were burning and meaningful.

The entire mountain has become a huge battlefield.

There are hundreds of schools of thought, and major forces are fighting here.

Suddenly, countless people flooded into the sea around the mountain again.

Seeing that all the Confucianists have been involved by the major forces, the wait-and-see forces were dispatched immediately.

Hundreds of Yin-Yang disciples took advantage of this opportunity to bypass the splitting battlefields and carefully sneak towards the Soul Devouring Prison.

As well as other various forces, or lone warriors, or invited by the various major forces of various schools of thought.

Because they have the same purpose, and at this time they are facing the same enemy blocking them - Confucianism!

So, at this point they are not at war with each other.

Instead, they have an incomparable understanding, and they are only dedicated to the Soul Devouring Prison.

In the formation, the white mist transformed by the aura of heaven and earth has the ability to cover the sight and confuse the perception, and can confuse the enemy and trap it.

As soon as everyone came in, their sightlines were greatly reduced.

The disciples of the Yin-Yang family danced their hands, forming curse seals, strands of green auras turned into breezes lingering around their bodies, blowing away the white mist of the formation.

"go!"

The disciples of the Onmyo family moved forward resolutely.

At the same time, where the feet pass, the divine splendor is condensed, the spirit light is bright, and flowers and plants grow.

Greatly increased their speed.

Seeing this, the warriors around hurriedly followed behind the Yin Yang family.

Of course, there are also strong people who disdain this and open up their own paths.

Zhang Liang, who was fighting against the three strong men of the Yin Yang family, the Moon God, was in harmony with the formation. When they broke into the formation just now, they instantly noticed something strange.

Zhang Liang frowned, and looked at the three of Luna coldly.

"Ah!"

Da Si Ming laughed and said: "The disciples are dispatched!"

Luna looked down the mountain, nodded and said, "Not bad!"

It is true that the white mist can cover the sight of warriors and confuse their perception, but it cannot affect those who have reached a certain level of cultivation.

Shao Si ordered the killing to continue, and the emerald green leaves gathered to form a giant dragon, which roared and opened its teeth and claws to kill Zhang Liang.

"Zhang Liang, you can't stop us!"

Da Si Ming let out a stern roar, and his red hands made bloody handprints. The red blood god was extremely strange and filled with the breath of death.

"Ah!"

Zhang Liang smiled softly, flipping the bamboo slips in his hand, Lang shouted: "The sun lives in the moon! Shine down on the earth."

In the formation, a golden sun appeared, and at the same time, a silver moon was projected from the blood moon in the sky.

In the formation, the sun and the moon are in the same sky!

Illuminate the entire mountain where the Soul Eater Prison is located!

All sneakers, at this moment, have nothing to hide in Zhang Liang's eyes.

"It's yin, and it's thunder!"

Following Zhang Liang's voice again, the white mist billowed rapidly, turning into gray and black clouds and condensing in the void above the formation.

In an instant, the sky was dim, the gray and black clouds rolled and rolled, the thunder roared, and thunder and lightning dragon snakes were formed.

Huanghuang Tianwei, like a god like a demon!

At this moment, Zhang Liang actually activated the celestial phenomena with the formation, making the world's expression change.

"Thunderbolt, come down!"

Zhang Liang snorted coldly, his eyes full of murderous intent.

At this moment, the power of the formation was completely activated.

Don't hold back any more.

boom!

A silver-white lightning dragon snake roared, soaring ferociously through the nine heavens and soaring over the earth.

Heading towards one place of the formation, he attacked.