The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2257 Pale Hand

Until then, Fang Yun finally clearly sensed this power.

"That is not the power of the holy way at all, and it is essentially different from my power of decay. My power of decay not only has strength, but also will, just like a complete person, while its power against the monument has no power. Without will, it is like a zombie or zombie without thinking and brain. In the deepest part of that power, it is filled with the breath of death, just like the power dissipated after the death of the ancestors, which is equivalent to the corpse energy."

"Pale Hands!"

The evil spirit of the ruined stele slowly spoke a word with its spiritual thoughts, which seemed to be the pronunciation of the second word of the inverse stele.

Hearing the voice of the evil spirit of the ruined monument, all the tribes moved further away, but the evil creature Zhuoni remained motionless and was still devouring the black treasure mountain.

boom! boom! boom……

Just listen to the sound of a huge thing emerging from the water quickly from the edge of Fang Yunshan Island, and a pale giant hand rises from below on each side of the island.

The palms of each giant hand are hundreds of feet long. The surface of the giant hands is covered with a thin layer of white skin covering the bones, and the bones inside are blue, making the eight withered giant hands look even weirder. The nails on each finger are very sharp and as black as ink. The most terrifying thing is that there is a black ghost face looming inside the black nails.

Under the giant hand are skinny arms, and each arm has strange black patterns, like mysterious tattoos.

After the eight giant hands rose into the air, they suddenly grabbed Fang Yun at the same time. Their sharp nails pierced the air and made a loud scream.

Each hand is like a huge mountain, and each hand is like a piece of sky.

"Not bad." After Fang Yun finished speaking, the flow under his feet suddenly swayed his body slightly, and instantly swelled to a hundred feet. He swept his tail and gritted his teeth, resisting the eight pale giant hands with all his strength.

"It's a nearly complete imperial skeleton!"

"No wonder you dare to scream in front of the evil Jedi spirits. However, the emperor is not a real emperor. Even a real emperor may die at the hands of a fifth-level Jedi evil spirit!"

The eight giant hands took turns to attack in the sky. Fang Yun, Xingliu and the Eagle Emperor's spiritual skeleton seemed to be able to cope with it.

The evil spirit of the ruined monument smiled contemptuously and said: "This is just the beginning. Little!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the second inscription on the reverse stele glowing brighter.

The eight giant claws have not changed, but everything in the eight giant claws, including Fang Yun, Xing Liu, Famous Generals of War Poetry, Family, Country, World, Wentai, Wenyu, etc., have all shrunk. The knife is only a quarter of its original size. Like a dwarf.

Only the Xinghuo Huntianjian remained unchanged.

At the moment of shrinking, Fang Yun felt that all the power in his body was ready to escape outwards.

However, the power of the family, the country, and the world is constantly flowing to prevent the loss of power.

"Huh?" Those evil spirits and holy spirits were extremely curious, but they didn't expect that Fang Yun was unscathed when the pale hand changed for the first time.

"Small!"

The evil spirit of the broken monument became angry and shouted again.

Fang Yun instantly becomes only one-tenth of its original size, and all the war poets will explode.

Suddenly, Fang Yun sprayed out a large amount of orange talent like a deflated balloon.

There are so many talents separated from the body that they condense into mist, and the total amount is almost equivalent to the entire talents of a Third Realm Great Confucian.

"You have no talent, let's see what you can do to fight me! Little one!" The evil spirit of Broken Monument suddenly shouted.

It was seen that the brilliance on the surface of its bones completely disappeared, small cracks appeared on the surface of the bones, and the broken reverse monument expanded in a circle.

Fang Yun instantly shrunk to one-twentieth of his original size, and his whole body was less than three inches.

A crisp sound was heard, and the broken Eagle Emperor's spirit body was completely shattered, exploding into bone powder and splattering everywhere.

That Xingliu was indeed a relatively complete imperial body. The body was not broken, but it began to slowly dissipate the holy energy.

Fang Yun is far worse than Xingliu. His body has been surrounded by the mist of talent. Five times the total amount of talent of the great scholar has escaped, and the talent that finally emerged is pale gold and blood-colored.

The evil spirit of the broken monument was not only not happy, but became angry with shame.

"Why aren't you dead yet! Why are you still talented? This is impossible! Even if you are talented and ten times as talented as others, you should still be squeezed dry by me!"

"You want to kill me, are you even close?" Even though Fang Yun was like a little wooden man, he was not discouraged at all.

Because the Xue Mang Wentai appeared behind him.

Blessed by the power of one realm, all things are transformed and run continuously. Not only does it have a strong protective power, but it also keeps everything in Fang Yun intact.

"I don't believe I can't kill you!" The evil spirit of the ruined monument suddenly roared.

I saw its third inscription shining brightly.

The Holy Spirit of Queri in the distance yelled: "What are you doing standing still? Run quickly?"

Fang Yun thought he was talking to himself, but when he saw the Green Sea Evil Spirit and the Iron Desert Evil Spirit near the Broken Monument Evil Spirit, they suddenly fled crazily, not even caring about the mountain island, running only on the sea with their bodies.

Unfortunately, it was too late, and the third inscription flew out of the reverse stele and split into two, forming two gray inscriptions that went straight into the bodies of the two evil spirits.

The two evil spirits made pitiful sounds, and the spirit bones that made up their bodies shrank rapidly, and finally each condensed into a bone monument.

There is only one inscription on the two sides of the bone stele, which is exactly the same as the third inscription on the evil spirit of the broken stele.

The evil spirit behind the ruined monument moved against the monument and swallowed two one-character bone monuments.

"Go against the times and return to ancient times!"

After the Evil Spirit of the Broken Monument finished speaking, a strong storm was set off around it, so that it could not stand steadily. It was like an ordinary person in a typhoon of more than ten levels, swaying, and almost all four legs flew off the ground.

The aura of the evil spirit of the ruined monument in the fifth realm suddenly faded, and its realm actually dropped to the fourth realm.

Outside Fang Yun's island, a dark space crack suddenly appeared. It was not long, only ten feet, and then a gray wind blew out and blew towards Fang Yun.

The various tribes watching the battle from a distance were all horrified, because in their eyes, it was not wind at all, but time, years, and time and years that flowed in reverse!

"It's over."

"What a pity..."

The Holy Spirit of the Sun said in a low voice: "I have seen many of my kind die from the terrible third inscription, which is completely unreasonable, and their strength and age are constantly decreasing. There is also a more powerful fourth inscription, which is even more miserable."

"This Burial Valley belongs to the Jedi spirits after all." A fierce evil spirit sighed unwillingly.

While everyone was talking, the gray wind blew on Fang Yun, and then... everyone was stunned.

A strange time and space distortion suddenly occurred around Fang Yun. The gray wind was originally all over the space, but inexplicably did not blow to Fang Yun.

At this time, Fang Yun was like a loach swimming in the mud, not afraid of the gray wind at all.

Fang Yun himself was also a little surprised. He originally wanted to solve it with the Holy Soul Writing Platform, but he didn't expect that the rusty time guide car he got in Longmen suddenly moved, allowing him to easily avoid the attack of the third inscription that was enough to kill an ordinary emperor.

"A trick!" Fang Yun said, and his body suddenly grew bigger like a swollen popcorn.

The gray wind dissipated, and the eight pale hands also turned into bone fragments and scattered because they lost the support of power.

The evil spirit of the broken monument that fell to the fourth realm had a dull face, and the originally fierce black mark and red eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist.

"Is he still a human?" The eyes of the missing sun holy spirit flashed.

"So strong? Could it be a great scholar disguised as a half-saint of the human race?" An alien murmured to himself.

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