The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Li Fanming glared at the rabbit angrily and said: "Then it's settled! At the Kongcheng Mid-Autumn Festival in three years' time, the loser will treat the winner to a dragon feast! I'll reserve 50,000 taels per person!"

"Three years later we will gather in Kongcheng to share the dragon feast!"

"Okay, let's go." Fang Yun shook his head and smiled.

Ushiyama pushed the wheelchair forward, and the others followed.

"The next place is Youyue Valley. After entering the valley at night, the moon inside is very different from the moon outside. I wonder if the landscape has changed now." One person said while walking while looking at the map.

On the way, Fang Yun memorized the second book and learned the joint fighting method of Juren and Jinshi.

The two books are included in Qishu Tiandi, which will make it easier to study in the future.

In order to master these two books as soon as possible, Fang Yun kept memorizing them silently in his mind. If he didn't understand anything, he would ask other people present or look for other books to check.

Not long after, everyone came to a mountain of rocks, surrounded by the corpses of hundreds of demonic and barbarian soldiers, with dried blood scattered around like thick cinnabar.

Everyone looked carefully and saw crystal water droplets on some stones, which did not evaporate even under such a blazing sun.

"That's the blood of Bianwu! Bianwu has died here, but it can actually kill Bianwu. It's incredible." Niu Shan shouted.

Han Shoulu and several others ran over and told what they had discovered one after another.

"There are traces of changing the mist to kill the demon beast."

"There are pieces of Qi Guo Shenghao's robes, and there are members of our human race who were injured here."

"There are bloodstains of the holy clan and demon clan, and the battle is very tragic."

"There are fragments of Jinshi Wenbao!"

Fang Yun was also carefully observing the traces at the scene. Without the help of those Juren, he had already seen that there had been a big battle here, and it was most likely a melee caused by Fog Butterfly.

Finally, Fang Yun looked at the center of the Holy Ruins, because all traces showed that the melee continued forward, and that was the direction of the Demon Ancestor's Court.

"What should I do?" Everyone was discussing.

Fang Yun said: "What else can we do? Wudie is right in front of us, and the rest of the human race are still there. Of course we have to move forward bravely! However, everyone is mentally prepared. This trip is difficult and dangerous. Those who don't want to go can stay. Niu Shan, let's go!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Ushiyama pushed the wheelchair hard, and the others were stunned for a moment before they all followed.

Everyone put down their chest pallets, and prepared their writing brushes, ink bottles, papers, and cultural treasures. Ma Xiong and the others controlled the machine dogs to follow. Shi Tang carried the piano behind his back, ready to play at any time, and next to him A young man holds a Go board with his left hand, and plays with the black and white chess pieces with his right hand.

There was no wind along the way, but everyone's clothes were fluttering, and the power of literary courage and talent could not help but flow out.

Those monster and barbarian soldiers were waiting in full formation, with a thin layer of blood-colored mist appearing on their bodies.

The events of the Dragon Banquet seemed to be completely in the past. Everyone's eyes were extremely serious and everyone's steps were extremely steady.

The fog in the Holy Ruins never dissipated, and it was still unclear three miles away.

Everyone ran for a long time, and suddenly, all the fog in front of them dispersed, and a thousand-foot-high bronze gate stood in front of them. The gate stood like a mountain, with bloody patterns all over the door, and a blood cloud surrounded the top of the door.

Like the end of the world.

With every breath, countless heads and claws of bloody monsters poured out from the door. They were full of anger and panic, and they screamed silently, as if asking for help from the people outside the door, but they were quickly suppressed by invisible forces. It was sucked back into the door and disappeared. After a while, those ferocious beasts emerged, trying to break free, and so on.

Every ferocious beast has at least the strength of a great demon king, equivalent to a great scholar of the human race.

This giant bronze door exudes an aura of blood and danger, as if it has the power to devour the world, making people's scalp numb just looking at it.

The bronze door was ajar, and even if there was only a crack, it would still be dozens of feet wide, enough for a large number of people to enter.

The giant bronze door roared softly and slowly closed.

The hearts of every new arrival seem to be pinched by the ever-shrinking crack in the door. Everyone feels that if the door is closed, they will lose the biggest opportunity in their lives.

Under the giant door, there are ten demon beasts standing. Each demon beast is wearing a strange armor. The armor is full of golden light, but inside the armor, there are blue-black blood vessels with bright red blood flowing inside. of blood.

The armor seemed to be pure finance entering the flesh and blood, forming a strange blood-gold color.

"The Demon Emperor's Golden Guard." There was unconcealable horror in the voice of a senior citizen.

In front of the ten-headed Demon Emperor's Golden Guards, a total of three thousand demon soldiers formed an array and blocked the cracks in the bronze door.

Each of these monsters is full of blood and full of murderous intent. Each monster has a strange tattoo on its forehead, which is the symbol of the "Imperial Capital Army", one of the thirteen strongest monster armies in the demon world.

In the sky above the Royal Capital Army, there floated a large flag condensed by Qi and blood. On the flag was a bloody paw print, which was the same as the tattoo. It exuded powerful power to encourage every monster.

As long as the imperial flag is there, these three thousand imperial troops can defeat 100,000 human soldiers.

Opposite the three thousand monsters, there are some strange combinations.

The imperial army is in the south, a large number of demon tribes are in the north, a smaller number of barbarians are in the west, and the seven Juren are in the east, with an even stranger combination surrounding the center of the east, west, south, and north.

Two masses of mist with a diameter of one foot were suspended in the air, and a light pink butterfly flew back and forth in the mist from time to time.

Most of these demon barbarians are at the Juren level, and some demon barbarians have reached the level of demon commanders, which is equivalent to Jinshi.

Farther away, there were more powerful demons or monsters standing, including a snake demon, a tiger demon, a huge alien tree, a lion barbarian with a lion head and a body, etc. There were eight in total, each of them. At least he has the strength of a demon king.

These eight demon kings were different from the demon barbarians who were waiting for them. They were sitting on the ground, chatting, eating and drinking, almost like the audience watching the show.

These monsters and barbarians are a terrifying force anywhere, capable of destroying cities and states, but under the huge bronze door, they look very small.

The giant bronze door seemed to be a portal to the sky, and all the monsters and barbarians below were just ants.

There was a handsome wolf among the demon emperor's guards. On his shoulder stood a green, almost transparent bird. It was shouting with its mouth open, and the sound could be heard for dozens of miles.

"You insect beasts, listen to the order. I am the Demon Emperor's subordinate, and I am here to announce the order! The eldest prince ordered that except for the ten most powerful demon generals in the demon world, the Holy Son, the others are not allowed to enter the demon ancestral court. Anyone who disobeys the order will be slaughtered! I don't want to talk nonsense. I'm going to kill you all!" After saying that, the bird's feathers exploded, with a fierce look on its face.

Even if this strange singing bird didn't use its mysterious sound, many people felt uncomfortable. Some people even turned pale and felt dizzy.

The few people who have reached the first level of literary courage are not affected at all.

The eight-foot-tall wolf barbarian Jin Wei's eyes were full of blood. There was almost no fur on his body, because most of his exposed body was covered by the blood-gold strange armor. He didn't look like a barbarian at all, but more like a strange machine beast.

The Wolfman Golden Guard said slowly: "I don't care about the mist butterfly. You can take the mist butterfly and leave. If you dare to enter the demon ancestor's court, you will be killed without mercy!"

Suddenly, a bear roar erupted from the demon group in the north. Xiong Cang, the bear demon general of the holy tribe who had attacked the village, said contemptuously: "There is only one mist butterfly. It's better if you have it. It doesn't matter if you don't have it. But the Demon Ancestor Gate is very important to us." But it’s more important than Wu Die! Wu Die is a foreign object after all, and in the Demon Clan’s Courtyard... I won’t say much.”

The ten-foot-tall bear demon will stand upright, like a hill, with a terrifying momentum.

The Wolfman Golden Guard looked at Xiong Cang and said slowly: "The Imperial Army gave an order half a year ago to change your name. You are hiding among the Bear Clan and have not changed your name to 'Xiong Cang' yet. Since you are here today, you will Don’t leave!”

Xiong Cang said angrily: "Bah! Although our Bear Clan doesn't care about names, Gu Cang, the eldest son of his Demon Emperor, can be called Cang. Why can't I! If you have the ability to go to the Bear Clan to kill me, what does it mean to rely on Jin Weiduo in the Holy Ruins? Everyone of the demon clan, the Demon Emperor is neither a demon nor a barbarian, and he despises us pure-blood demon clan, are you terrible? "

"I'm not even afraid of the Holy Ruins, I'm afraid of what the Demon King will do!"

"I am of the bloodline of the Saint clan. The Demon King has not yet been canonized, so how can he stop me!"

"Let us enter the Demon Ancestor's Court, or we will go back and unite the tribes to defeat the Demon Emperor! Hehe, I was not present for the first two expeditions against the Demon Emperor, but I will definitely participate in the third one!"

The demon king guard's eyes were as fierce as fire, the blood vessels on the blood gold armor gradually became thicker, and the blood flow inside began to accelerate.

"Friends of the barbarians, are you afraid of the Demon Emperor?" Xiong Cang asked the other side with a smile.

"That bastard, the Demon Emperor, is obviously a barbarian but he hates my barbarians. It would be better if he died! Our tribe will definitely participate in the third crusade against the Demon Emperor! Anyone who dares to stop me from going to the Demon Ancestor's Court should die!"

"The Demon Ancestor's Gate opens once in a thousand years, how can you miss it?"

"Hehehehe, Demon King Guard, get out of the way immediately! Don't point fingers just because you think you are a demon commander. Who among us demon generals from the Saint Tribe has not killed several demon commanders?"

Amid the quarrels between demons and barbarians, Fang Yun and others continued to move forward.

Li Fanming gloated: "The demon world has never been peaceful. In recent years, the human race has a rule of only fighting civilly and not using force. However, the demon world has always been in chaos. It can be said that there is a demon sage, a mountain, a race, a force, and it is far more complicated than the human race. But they It’s scary when you work together.”

A demon king suddenly said: "Huh? Human race is coming."

All the demon barbarians looked at Fang Yun and others together.

"Fang Zhenguo! Brother Shoulu! Fan Ming!" A man under the giant bronze door was overjoyed and waved vigorously.

Among the seven candidates, Yan Yukong, Mo Shan and Sun Naiyong, who were ranked top three on Shengxu Road, were also there. Zong Wude, who was ranked fifth, was also there. There was also someone who impressed Fang Yun deeply.

Jiangzhou Jieyuan Liu Zizhi.

None of the three Yan Yukong brought spirit beasts, while the other four all had spirit beasts.

"Why is he here?" Xiong Cang looked at Fang Yun with some fear, a hint of evil flashed in his eyes. He remembered that this man sitting at the entrance of the cave, whose ability to control weak water still frightened him.

When Fang Yun and others got closer, Yan Yukong came over quickly and asked with a serious expression: "Fang Yun, where are you injured? You have to sit on the machine chair."

Fang Yun looked at Yan Yukong, then at Liu Zizhi, who was following Yan Yukong, and said to Yan Yukong: "The minor injury will heal soon. Don't worry, it won't affect my writing of war poems."

Li Fanming couldn't help but said: "Be careful of Mr. Fierce! Mr. Fierce put his distraction in the spirit leopard's body, sneaked into the Holy Ruins, and attacked and poisoned Master Fang. Fortunately, he was saved, otherwise he would have been killed by Mr. Fierce now."

"The evil king actually sneaked into the holy ruins? It must be "Han Xin's Three Chapters: Dark Crossing Chencang"? I understand!" Yan Yukong immediately figured out the cause and effect.

"Wait, you called him Master Fang?" Yan Yukong couldn't figure it out.